I turned and looked at the length of plumbing in question. ![]() “Look at that thick, curved pipe on that engine. My new travelling companion sat in the opposite corner and, just as she settled into her seat, a train stopped at the London bound platform with the front end of the locomotive immediately next to our window. “It’s a pleasure,” I replied, sitting back in my corner seat. I got up, carefully, and walked across and closed the door. “The sap seems to be rising all over the place.” I swear she winked when she said it. As she stepped up into the compartment her gaze seemed to focus directly on my trousers which contained a slowly subsiding and unrelieved erection. As I opened my eyes properly I saw that the owner of the voice was a fresh, vibrant looking lady, old enough to be experienced, yet youthful in her demeanour. “Plenty of room in here,” said an assertive but warm, female voice. Unfortunately the development taking place in my underpants had distracted my senses, for the next thing I knew was that the train had drifted to a halt and the door of my compartment swung open. No, no harm in dreaming and no harm in the throbbing bulge that was developing in my soft cotton underpants. Then, the other old favourite, “Would you mind if I slipped off my shoes?” as she revealed a beautiful, dainty pair of feet, adorned in sheer, silky nylon that cried out to be kissed and caressed. Legs crossed, with just a hint of stocking top revealed, “Oh dear” they might say, “my slip is showing, I do hope it didn’t embarrass you”, or, “Oh gosh! A ladder in my new pair of stockings! What must you think?” In my current, dreamy state of mind my imagination drifted in and out of various scenarios involving kindly ladies who might be willing to bestow their favours on this lustful lad. Lucky girls! Contemplating the joyous wonders of layers of nylon underwear invariably had a stimulating effect on my nether regions and this promising day was no different. Equally exciting are the several, exciting suspenders that clasp to her stocking-tops, and which so beautifully and mysteriously disappear up under the legs of her knickers, going up to goodness knows where! I often speculated about the effect of wearing such sensuous, stimulating articles of delicate underwear and always concluded that ladies must have had no choice but to surrender themselves to a lifelong, orgasmic existence. I have always had a ‘thing’ about ladies’ underwear that irresistible combination of brassiere, full cut panties, slip and, of course, a woman’s sheer nylon stockings. Eventually sleep overtook me and, like most young men, I dreamed of ‘nice’ things, especially ladies in their underwear. However, on this occasion I was the sole occupant of the compartment and I enjoyed being able to stretch out my legs while the motion of the carriage soon rocked me into a state of semi-consciousness, assisted by the increasing power of the sun’s rays as the journey wore on. The steam hauled train was made up of non-corridor carriages, with separate compartments that could seat eight or ten passengers. I was on my way to stay with an old friend who lived on the coast and I knew the journey was going to be quite a long one. ![]() It was a warm morning in spring, many years ago that found me heading south-westwards on a train. ![]() (Ivan wrote this story about his early years and Rosemarie edited it for him. Directoire Knickers, Corsetry & Traditional Underwear.
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