I Love Wearing Nightgowns To BedThe first time I slept in a nightgown was when I was 13.
I had already tried my mother’s nightgowns sometimes when my parents wern’t at home, but just for a few minutes at a time for fear of being discovered. This time it was different. My parents went abroad for a week and they left me at my aunt’s because I had to go to school. I carried with me clothes and books and all. My aunt lived alone in a flat. She was my mother’s younger sister and was not married at the time. I had stayed with her a few times before, and usually after dinner she changed in a nightgown and robe and we sat together on the sofa to watch tv or talk till bedtime. This time, after saying good night, I went to bed to discover I had forgotten to bring my pajamas. She saw me going to the bathroom in my underwear ad asked me why I had not my pajamas on. When I told her I had left it at home, she said I had to sleep in something and went to her room. To my surprise she came back with one of her nightgowns and gave it to me. It was a light blue silk long nightgown. I was very embarassed but at the same time I longed for that nightgown. At my protest she said it was too late to go home and take my pajamas, that it was not so terrible, that a long time ago all men slept in nightgowns. She added that it was much more comfortable and cozy than pajamas and that I just had to try it on to change my mind and that she would tell nobody. Tomorrow we would have gone to my house to take my pajamas. I hoped she wouldn’t see how aroused I was, so I told her I didn’t want to be seen by her while wearing a nightgown, so she went away and left me alone. My heart was beating furiously. A dream was coming true, I could sleep in a nightgown, and it wasn’t one of my mother’s cotton or flannel ones, this one was silk! When I put it on I understood at once what my aunt meant. It was the softest thing I had ever seen, it caressed my skin at every move I made. I went to the bathroom to look at the mirror, and I stayed there for a while, watching the nightgown flow on me and enjoying the sensation. I had goose bumps, maybe because it was a bit cold and the nightgown had flutter sleeves. I quickly returned to my room for fear of meeting my aunt and sneaked under the blankets. I put the little lamp I had in the bed to see how I looked in the nightgown, then switched it off and started to move in the bed to enjoy the feeling of being caressed by the silk. After a long time I fell asleep. The morning after it was Sunday so I could stay in bed late, but I woke early with a powerful erection. I realized I had slept in a nightgown and I ran to the bathroom. Then I returned to bed to enjoy its warmth and fell asleep again. My aunt came to wake me up toward noon, she sat on the bed and asked me how had I slept in the nightgown. I told her I had slept well and that she was right about nightgowns being better than pajamas, so she said I could use the nightgown as long as I stayed there. At the end of the week it was hard going home and sleep in pajamas again. I kept dreaming about nightgowns until I went to live on my own and bought some. Now I am married, my wife accepted my taste in sleepwear so I always sleep in a nightgown. I have quite a few, some were gifts from my wife.