A Flash of Lace

I closed my door, threw my clothes on the chair and climbed naked into bed. I reached over and turned out the light and lay on my back with my hands under my head thinking about the day.

The door opened and I looked over. Framed in the hall light stood Dianne. She threw something at me and closed the door. It landed across my head and my senses were suddenly overwhelmed with a variety of emotions. The smell was strongest. Her perfume. The scent of Dianne. The scent of a girl. The luxurious feel of the material, Silky soft. It had no weight or substance. Just a breath of feeling across my face.

I sat up and took it in my hands. I didn't need the light to tell me it was some form of lingerie but I had to see it. I turned on the light and groaned. So beautiful. A white nightdress of pure silk. The light gave it a mother of pearl sheen that only silk can give. I held it up by the fine string straps and saw the fine lacework round the bodice. There was no question about it. I climbed out of bed and held it up to my body. Just the gossamer feel sent shivers down my spine. Should I try it on? What if Dianne came back in and saw me standing there dressed in a nightdress. Somehow I knew she wouldn't.

I lifted it up and let it fall over my head. The beautiful garment just slid luxuriously down my body like a cool breeze. I gasped at the sudden erotic feel of the material against my body. I ran my hands down, feeling the way they slid across my chest, stomach, hips. 'I could do this all night' I thought. Looking in the full length mirror I saw it fitted perfectly, hugging my chest and hips then flaring out to the hem just off the floor. The lace framed the bodice and ran down to the hips at the side. I turned sideways admiring the contours of my body. The back plunged almost to my waist with the thin straps crossing in the middle of my back. I knew then I wouldn't be able to sleep without it and climbed into bed and turned off the light. The cocoon of silk caressed every nerve ending making me pant with desire. I stroked my hands over my chest, hips, thighs. It was no good. I lifted the gown up to my chest and stroked my cock while savouring the scent and feel of the material and masturbated to a satisfying climax. I fell asleep in that beautiful nightdress and woke next morning feeling glorious.