The First Time Outside Dressed

I will never forget the first time I felt the fresh air on my nylon clad legs and heard the sound of my own heals on concrete. I was in a gay club and it had a long open walkway to the street where only people coming into the club would be, and they were going to see me anyway. I was wearing a just below the knee white tiered skirt that was quite full so billowed a little, allowing the cool evening breeze to run up my legs and over my lacy nylon panties. It was truly a magical moment. There would be many more walks out, to places of much greater adventure, but none so exhillerating as my first steps into womanhood. Thank you for reading my story, Gertie White, a new member today.
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1 Response Feb 18, 2013

Welcome Gertie.

Thank you for your welcome, deven.