justmethatswho
wannabee badgirl
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Anthony Walker
I had waited until my wife had left, and even sent her a text to assure that she would not be returning for at least three hours. It was hard to hide my excitement, as I looked in her closet. The closet is a lovely full size walk-in closet with drawers and plenty of space for her clothes and shoes. My most difficult part was always to decide just what to try on today. Yet today, I had time, to enjoy the process. I looked, touching and taking it all in. I loved the sensation of the assorted fabrics.
There were so many options. I noticed the things I would buy her were seldom worn by her. She always explained it was not her taste, her style or simply wrong for the occasion occasion. While going through her drawers I picked up a bikini I had picked out for a beach vacation. "How can a bikini be the wrong occasion for a beach vacation." I held it up to myself. "I would wear this." I chuckled, "In my dreams."
It was in my dreams, i was a closet dresser, I had been for years. As open as our marriage was this is one secret I held from her, figuring she would not understand. That is why I did this in secret while she was away.
"Oh my, now that is perfect ... with opaque stockings I love it." I said upon seeing the matching burgundy w/ black trim bra and garter set. I stood naked, my cock erect, knowing eventually my cock would die down. Yet now, was not the time. I stepped into the pantie enjoying the silky touch on my legs before sliding it over my hips. I took a few steps to enjoy the sensation. Next was the the bra, which I adjusted, fastened at my front side and then turned the bra into the correct position before sliding my arms into the straps. I looked at myself in the mirror. In all honesty I was jealous that I did not have real breasts. Now was for my favorite item, the garter belt fastened which I reached behind and fastened behind my back. Taking a moment to enjoy the look of the garters hanging free. I moved to sit at the dressing table and then take out a pair of opaque black stockings which would hide the hair on my legs. Taking time to slowly roll each stocking up each leg. When I finished, I teased myself with my stocking clad legs before standing to admire myself look in the mirror. "I wish I looked better." I say softly as I lift myself to my toes as if to mock being in heels. Then I added a pair of sandal style heels only a couple inches high. I sat and forced my feet in and bean then to strut around the closet. I wanted more so I moved to the bedroom. My legs rubbing and teasing me as I walked.
I had waited until my wife had left, and even sent her a text to assure that she would not be returning for at least three hours. It was hard to hide my excitement, as I looked in her closet. The closet is a lovely full size walk-in closet with drawers and plenty of space for her clothes and shoes. My most difficult part was always to decide just what to try on today. Yet today, I had time, to enjoy the process. I looked, touching and taking it all in. I loved the sensation of the assorted fabrics.
There were so many options. I noticed the things I would buy her were seldom worn by her. She always explained it was not her taste, her style or simply wrong for the occasion occasion. While going through her drawers I picked up a bikini I had picked out for a beach vacation. "How can a bikini be the wrong occasion for a beach vacation." I held it up to myself. "I would wear this." I chuckled, "In my dreams."
It was in my dreams, i was a closet dresser, I had been for years. As open as our marriage was this is one secret I held from her, figuring she would not understand. That is why I did this in secret while she was away.
"Oh my, now that is perfect ... with opaque stockings I love it." I said upon seeing the matching burgundy w/ black trim bra and garter set. I stood naked, my cock erect, knowing eventually my cock would die down. Yet now, was not the time. I stepped into the pantie enjoying the silky touch on my legs before sliding it over my hips. I took a few steps to enjoy the sensation. Next was the the bra, which I adjusted, fastened at my front side and then turned the bra into the correct position before sliding my arms into the straps. I looked at myself in the mirror. In all honesty I was jealous that I did not have real breasts. Now was for my favorite item, the garter belt fastened which I reached behind and fastened behind my back. Taking a moment to enjoy the look of the garters hanging free. I moved to sit at the dressing table and then take out a pair of opaque black stockings which would hide the hair on my legs. Taking time to slowly roll each stocking up each leg. When I finished, I teased myself with my stocking clad legs before standing to admire myself look in the mirror. "I wish I looked better." I say softly as I lift myself to my toes as if to mock being in heels. Then I added a pair of sandal style heels only a couple inches high. I sat and forced my feet in and bean then to strut around the closet. I wanted more so I moved to the bedroom. My legs rubbing and teasing me as I walked.
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