Sensuous Journey
- 4 years ago
- 24
- 0
Sensuous Journey -Part 4 free porn video
Sensuous Journey - Part 4
I recall always having a crush on Jill. I guess you would call it "Puppy
love." When I would see her in school, and she was wearing a dress or
skirt that included petticoats, my pulse would quicken in hopes of getting
a glimpse of the enticing ruffles peaking from the hemline. When I would
get that chance, I'd be walking on air for hours.
A few weeks after the incident in the bushes behind the garage (see part
3); Jill and I attended the annual 1957 Spring Choral Concert at our local
high school. My older brother and her older sister were both performing
so both our parents expected us to attend. Next to the prom, this was
perhaps the most glamorous event on the school calendar. The boys were
all dressed in suits or sport-coats with neckties, and the girls were all
adorned in beautiful pouffy dresses in an unbelievable assortment of
pastel colors. I was beside myself with excitement as I watched these
lovely creatures moving about the halls in preparation or the concert.
I headed toward the auditorium to find a seat, and as I did, I spotted
Jill coming toward me wearing a beautifully flowered spring dress with a
wonderfully full skirt. I smiled, waved and watched as she floated toward
me looking just about as cute as a girl can look. I was smitten beyond
belief...
As she approached, I thought I could hear something that sounded like
someone was crinkling paper. When she reached me, I realized that this
odd but enticing sound was coming from her dress. We both took a few
steps toward the side of the hall to get out of the traffic as people
filed into the auditorium. We chatted for a few minutes and then decided
we'd better find some seats as it was approaching starting time. Every
step that she took, there was that sound!
I lead the way through the crowd and found a couple of seats off toward
the side in the back of the auditorium where we wouldn't be surrounded by
others. As she settled into her seat, the sounds coming from beneath her
skirt were surprisingly loud. Sitting next to her, she adjusted the skirt
of her dress as it overflowed her seat, onto my lap.
More crinkling sounds... I leaned over and asked, "what's making all that
noise?" She blushed a little bit, smiled and said, "that's for me to know
and you to find out."
The lights dimmed signaling the beginning of the concert. As the
auditorium became dark, I realized that I was becoming somewhat obsessed
with learning what was causing her dress to make this wonderful sound.
Ever so smoothly, I maneuvered my hand into a position so that I could
feel the edges of her skirt and petticoats. My fingers slowly fondled
the various fabrics, finding that some of the layers of her petticoats
felt almost like paper. Oh my God, this was truly strange!
The concert started and as the volume of the music increased, I became a
bit more adventurous in my exploration. Suddenly, I felt her hand as it
found mine, under her skirt. She whispered, "what do you think you're
doing?" as she moved it to her lap.
My heart stopped! I'd been caught!
"I was just..." "Never mind," she whispered.
Embarrassed and somewhat frustrated, I blushed and slid down in my seat to
watch the rest of the concert. The only good part was that she was still
holding my hand...
We continued to hold hands as we enjoyed the short walk back to our homes.
She seemed to be teasing me, brushing her full skirt against the side of
my leg as we strolled along. Both the sound and the feeling were
electrifying!
Reaching her back door, I shuffled a bit as I built up my courage and
finally kissed her cheek, goodnight. Once again, I was walking on air...
I lay in bed that night wondering about the experience of the evening and
fantasizing about Jill's beautiful full-skirted dress and the petticoats
that she wore under it. I had to know more about it!
The following Monday, I told my parents that I wasn't feeling well and was
going to stay home from school. Mom made me promise that I'd call her at
the office if I started to feel any worse. I agreed to.
Needless to say, I had a plan!
I waited about a half an hour after everyone was off to school or work,
and I walked next door to Jill's house. I had let myself in to feed their
cat while they were on vacation last summer, so I knew where they hid the
key to their back door. I quietly unlocked the door. "Hello," I called,
just to be sure. When there was no answer, I quietly walked through the
house and up the stairs searching for Jill's bedroom. My heart was
pounding so hard, you could probably hear it if you listened closely.
Jill's room was the quintessential little girl's room. It seemed
everything was either pink or ruffled, maybe both. I didn't have any
sisters, so I'd never seen anything like quite so fancy. I have no idea
why, but for some unknown reason, I liked it. My eyes scanned the room,
drinking in the ornate decorations. Finally, on the opposite side of the
room I spotted the protector of my quest, the door to her sacred clothes
closet.
I slowly took a deep breath and grasped the knob, knowing that the objects
of my obsession were just on the other side of the door. Thump, thump,
went my chest...
With a twist of the knob, the door swung open. I was surprised to
discover that it was a relatively large walk-in closet. I fumbled along
to wall and found a light switch. Click!
Immediately, I was submerged in an unbelievable assortment of girls'
clothes: dresses, skirts, jumpers, blouses, petticoats, nightgowns,
everything imaginable! I quickly guessed that Jill and her sister Mary
probably shared the same closet as there was a huge selection of clothes.
I quickly focused on a number of full petticoats that were hanging toward
the back of the closet. Some hung by their shoulder straps and some were
only the bottom, ruffled half, clipped to a hanger. Most were white, but
there were also a few pink, blue and yellow ones. It was overwhelming!
Thump, thump, thump, went my heart. My ears started to softly buzz...
I reached out tentatively to investigate these fluffy wonders. Moving
through them, I quickly discovered the noisy one. I lifted its hanger and
held it up to inspect. It was huge and absolutely gorgeous!
It was bright white, incredibly full, and stuck nearly straight out from
the bottom of the soft nylon yoke top. As it moved, it sounded just like
wrapping paper crinkling!
OMG! I slowly stepped out of the closet and placed it on the bed. It was
so stiff and full; it looked the same sitting on the bed as it did
hanging. I couldn't take my eyes off of it! The top layer was organza,
beautifully embroidered with a small flower pattern. There were 3 tiers
the edges of which were each finished with lace. A shiny white satin
ribbon was woven through this lace trim and there was a large white satin
bow with several streamers on the front. Beneath this beautiful top layer
were two voluminous layers of ruffled organza. The bottom-most layer was
the smoothest, slipperiest, crunchiest material I had ever seen. It was
made of what I later learned was paper taffeta. That's where the enticing
sound was coming from! All together, it was truly a confection fit for a
princess!
I stood there in awe of this wonderful garment. The pit of my stomach was
developing a funny feeling and my cock was well on its way to becoming
fully erect. I couldn't help but slowly rub myself through my shorts with
one hand while I gently moved this beautiful petticoat with the other,
drinking in the rustling sounds as I drifted to another place, a place
where I was totally intoxicated by this sensuous overload. Mmmmmm...
My reverie was suddenly interrupted. "What is going on here," shouted
Jill's mom! I jumped about a foot off the floor!
I immediately repositioned my hands and turned around to face her. I was
caught! She stood there with her hands on her hips and a look to kill on
her face. She seemed 7 ft. tall! Holy SHIT! I could only hope that she
didn't see me rubbing myself.
I just stood there and looked at her. What could I say? "Well, what are
you doing?" she said. "I-I-I was just looking," I stammered. "At Jill's
petticoat, why?" she said. I could tell she was really mad. I was
speechless; I just looked at the floor...
After a long, uncomfortable silence, she reached toward me and took my
hand. "Come with me." She pulled me out of Jill's room, down the hall,
and into her bedroom. "Sit on the bed," she commanded. "You just sit
there until you can tell me why you were in my daughter's bedroom; I'll be
back!"
My mind was racing in search of an explanation, but I couldn't come up
with anything that made any sense.
It seemed like forever before she returned. The intense look in her eyes
was gone and I sensed that perhaps her anger had subsided somewhat. She
sat softly next to me on the bed, taking my hand in hers and holding it in
her lap.
"Well, are you ready to tell me what's going on," she asked. I still
hadn't come up with anything plausible to tell her, so I decided that the
truth might be my best option.
Gulp!
"I was just curious," I said. "About Jill's clothes," she asked. "Yes,
a, well, a, at the concert last Friday, a, Jill wore this really pretty
dress and a, when she moved or walked, it made this loud crinkling sound
kinda like paper. I asked her why it sounded like that and she said that
it was for her to know, and for me to find out."
"I see," she said. So you thought it would be alright if you broke into
our home and helped yourself to my daughter's personal things just to
satisfy your curiosity?" "Yes, I'm sorry," I muttered. I was on the
verge of tears.
This was followed by another spell of uncomfortable silence as she sat
there thinking. I sensed I was in deep trouble. "Well, if it's a case of
curiosity, that's easily solved mister, come with me."
She quickly jumped up from the bed, grabbed my hand and we went steaming
down the hall to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet on the bathtub,
turned to me and said, "take of your clothes." I said, "pardon me." "You
heard me Drew; take off all your clothes." I didn't know what she was up
to, but it was clear she meant business. I quickly stripped down to my
underwear. As the tub began to fill, she poured something into the water
that smelled really nice and made the water all full of bubbles. "Shorts
too mister, you don't have anything that my son doesn't have." She didn't
have to ask me again. "Now, get into that tub and don't come out till I
tell you." With that, she left the room pulling the door closed behind
her.
I slid down into the warm water and took in a deep breath, enjoying the
wonderful scent of the bubbles. As I soaked, I began to relax. I didn't
know what exactly was going on, but it wasn't the beating that I had
imagined might happen.
Not too much time passed before Jill's mom returned. "Time to get out,"
she said. I stepped from the tub as she wrapped me in a big soft towel.
She gently patted me dry, not like I usually rub myself dry. When she was
done, she dusted me with powder that smelled a lot like the bubbles. "How
come you're doing that,' I asked? "All girls like to smell nice, don't
they, she asked? "I suppose so, but I'm not a girl," I answered. "We'll
see about that," was all she said.
Naked, she danced me back down the hall to Jill's room. Laid out on the
bed was an array of girl's underwear including that beautiful petticoat.
She picked up a pair of pretty pink panties from the bed and held them
open for me to step into. "I don't understand," I questioned. "You said
that you were curious, we're going to satisfy that curiosity," she stated.
"But I'm a boy, I don't want to wear panties," I protested on the verge of
tears again! "You wanted to break into our house and go through Jill's
things, now it's time for me to do what I want," she demanded.
"You have to be punished for your actions; maybe I should call your
mother."
"No, no, please don't," I pleaded.
Reluctantly, I lifted my foot so that she could slip the panties over it,
then the other foot. She slowly slid them up my legs and pulled them into
place. Once in place, she gently smoothed them around my bottom then
moved around to the front softly rubbing my boy-bits through the panties.
As she did this, I couldn't help becoming somewhat aroused, in spite of
the circumstances.
"Do you like the way these panties feel, she asked? They're smoother and
softer that boys' underwear, aren't they?" " I guess so," I stammered.
I was embarrassed not only because I was a boy wearing pink panties, but
my growing erection was betraying the role I was trying to play.
She then asked me to stick my hands out in front of me. Not knowing what
was happening next, I quickly complied. She just as quickly slid a bra up
my arms and spun me around to fasten it. "Jill hasn't been wearing a bra
for very long. This is called a training bra and the cups are quite
small. It seems to fit you quite nicely," she said as she adjusted the
straps. "Hands over your head," she said. A pretty white full-length
slip was slid over my hands. It gently floated down over my head and slid
into place, falling down to just above my knees. It smelled heavenly as
it passed my nose. I'd never seen a full slip in its entirety before,
just a bit of lace at the bottom when the wind blows or when a lady sits
down. It was delicately decorated with lace and electrified my skin, as
it seemed to embrace me. This might not be so bad...
Jill's mom adjusted the straps on the slip and, like the panties; she
gently smoothed it over my body, particularly my bottom and my
increasingly growing erection. "Ladies like to smell nice and wear pretty
things," she said. "Hop up on the bed and we'll slip these pretty socks
on your feet." They were white, and adorned with wide rows of lace at the
top. She fussed with them until they were just right. Next came a pair
of shiny black shoes which she slid on my feet and buckled. "Now, hop
down and walk around so that you can experience how a girl feels when
she's wearing her best lingerie," she said. I hesitated. This was truly
embarrassing...
Finally, I did as she asked and was astounded by how good these pretty
things felt against my skin as I walked around the room. I was confused
by these feelings and afraid that the fact that I felt so good, might be
discovered if I wasn't careful. I was really afraid of what might happen
if I didn't get out of these soft, pretty things soon.
"Can I change back into my clothes and go home now? I'm sorry, I've
learned my lesson, I won't ever do it again," I pleaded.
"Not on your life mister; we're just getting started. You were curious
about girls" clothes, now you're going to learn all about them, she
stated. Now, come back over here."
With that, she reached over and picked that gorgeous white petticoat up
off the bed. She shook it gently and it seemed to actually get even
bigger as she did. "Hands up," she said. For some unknown reason, I was
terribly afraid of what was next. I was a boy, and that fluffy monster
was the exact opposite of anything that ought to be in a boy's life. It
was just entirely too girly.
"I mean it; now," she commanded. Reluctantly, I complied. The crackling
noise was deafening as she gathered it up. She slipped it over my head; I
inhaled, taking in the gentle scent of the cute girl that had last donned
it. The under-layer was as smooth and crisp as fabric can be, and I
shivered as it slid down my body to find its natural place around my
waist. I didn't know what to do with my hands. This petticoat stuck out
so far, that the only think I could think of was to fold them together at
my middle. Jill's mom quickly busied herself fluffing out the various
layers of this wondrous confection. "Now, step to the center of the room
and spin around to see how it flares out as you move it," she said.
My mind had been taken over...
Without thinking, I did as she ordered and gradually became dizzy, not
from the spinning, but from the magic sound and the exciting feeling of
this wondrous petticoat brushing against my legs through the soft slip.
"What do you think of that," she asked. I couldn't collect my thoughts
enough to respond. She smiled at my silence and the glazed look in my
eyes. "I think I know," she said. "We're almost finished..."
"Hands up one more time," she commanded. Miraculously, she produced the
pretty flowered dress that Jill had worn to the concert. She gathered it
up and slipped it over my head. It fluttered down. "Turn around so that
I can zip you up and tie the bow," she said. I couldn't help but comply.
"Let's see how you look in the mirror. You really do make a pretty girl."
As I stood there, she crouched and continued to fuss with the many layers
of dress and petticoats. At one point she again returned to the pink
panties, paying particular attention to the erection that was tenting out
their front.
"What's going on in here?" I turned around to see Jill standing there
behind us.
My heart stopped!
I was frozen in place, in total shock. How was this going to be
explained? We all just looked at each other.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jill's mom got up and taking Jill's
hand walked her over to the bed. Jill sat.
"I got a call at work from Mrs. Angelo, next door, and she told me that
she saw your friend here let himself into our house. She knew we weren't
on vacation and she thought it seemed a little odd. I was caught up at
work so I just jumped in the car and drove home. Sure enough, the door
was unlocked, so I quietly came in and started checking things out until I
came upon Drew here in your room, admiring your newest petticoat. After a
little coaxing, he finally admitted that he was curious about it after he
saw you wearing it at last week's concert."
"I see," said Jill. "But, how on earth did he get all dressed up in my
new outfit?" Jill's mom paused for a moment and said, "Well, I thought if
he's so curious, maybe we could satisfy his curiosity and teach him a
lesson at the same time."
A small smile started to form on Jill's face. I, on the other hand, was
wishing that the earth would open up and swallow me. "Well, what do you
think of my outfit, isn't it pretty, doesn't it feel yummy?" she asked.
Once again, I was at a total loss for words. Then with a twinkle in her
eye, she came over to me and gently started to move my skirt in a slight
swaying motion. I was beginning to get light-headed again.
Swish, swish, swish. Once again, my erection started to grow in response
to the gentle caress of the exotic clothes I wore. Jill just smiled...
"What will we do with him now?" she asked her mother. "I was just about
to start the punishment part when you came in," she answered. Punishment,
I thought, what could be worse than being dressed in the most girly,
ruffled, things a mind can think of? And then have your girlfriend stand
there looking at you in all your frothy finery. I could think of no worse
fate!
"Well," her mom said, "I think boys who do bad things should get a
spanking to help them remember not to do them again, what do you think?"
Jill's face completely lit up. "I think that's exactly what should
happen," she said, hopping up from the bed.
My mind started to race. Things couldn't get much worse. I would sooner
die here and now than be subjected to a spanking in front of Jill. Thump,
thump, thump...
Without hesitation, Jill's mom grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the
edge of the bed. She proceeded to sit on its edge and forcefully bend me
over her lap.
I was totally astounded!
This was actually happening!
To Me!
In front of Jill!
Dressed like a puff-ball!
As I was maneuvered into position, the back of my skirt and the many
layers of petticoats flipped up over my back, revealing the pink panties I
was wearing. The sound of the crinkling petticoats as deafening!
"Oh my!" Jill exclaimed. "What do we have here? What pretty pink panties
you have on, Drew! Did you pick these out?"
The intensity of my embarrassment had finally reached a saturation point.
Tears started to fill the corners my eyes. I struggled to escape, but I
was not making any headway. Jill's mom had a firm grip on me; there would
be no escaping.
I struggled; my cock continued to grow as it rubbed against the many
ruffled layers of sensuous fabric. I was submerged in a bath of extreme
emotions from fear, to embarrassment, to stimulation.
Jill' mom smoothed out my panties and softly stroked my bottom adding to
the eroticism of the situation.
WHACK! Out of the blue her hand spanked my cheeks. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!
"Are you sorry for breaking into our house and getting into other peoples'
things," she asked. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. I furiously wiggled in another
attempt to break free, but my efforts only served to further arouse my
already full-blown erection. My cock had grown so much; I didn't have
enough skin left to blink my eyes!
"Yes, yes" I cried!
"My turn!" Jill shouted, as she stepped up opposite her mom! WHACK,
WHACK, WHACK, down her hand came. "Do you promise to stay out of my
things," she asked! "Yes, yes, yes, I shouted! WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. By
now, my twisting and wiggling had become a reflex to their spanking. In
the process, I had worked myself into such frenzy that before I realized
what was happening, I started to cum; I had lost control! Squirt after
squirt after squirt of my juices flooded into my pretty pink panties,
saturating them. It seemed to go on forever...
My head was spinning in a combination of pleasure and pain...
The embarrassment!
The shame!
The release!
Thankfully, Jill's mom helped me swing back to sit on the bed. She handed
me a box of tissues and instructed me to dry my tears. I think she knew
what happened, but she didn't let on to Jill.
"Let's give Drew a few minutes to compose himself," she said to Jill as
they left the room.
Geraldine
- 18.06.2020
- 21
- 0
