A Flash of Lace

There was no mention of the 'gift' that day. I took her shopping and was surprised how much fun it was trailing after her through a dozen ladies fashion and shoe shops. I found myself picking dresses and skirts for her to try on and bought most for her.

I was particularly pleased we stayed away from lingerie departments. I didn't think I would be able to hide the blushes. I was still feeling embarrassed about my confession.

Dianne, on the other hand, chattered her way through the day, making me laugh and putting me at my ease. She clung to my arm and hugged me every time I said how fantastic she looked in the dresses, skirts and blouses she tried on. She had a marvelous taste for clothing – expensive too. So we got back home with my credit card creaking, but it was worth every penny.

That night, when I went to bed, I found a beautiful camisole and French knickers set tucked under the covers. These were in matching gold silk , Lacy, sensuous and instantly desirable. I quickly stripped off and slowly pulled up the panties. They were cool and seductive. The camisole was a dream. I hugged my body and each movement felt delicious. I looked for a long time at myself in the mirror. My body was quite curvy in a way, apart from the lack of breasts. I had good legs, which I knew, looked even better in stockings. I had a nice round bum, which looked good in the panties, and a slim waist. My fair hair was cut quite short, much to my disappointment but if I let it grow.... Hmm. No, I was fantasizing now. However, I did sleep in them.

I was reluctant to take them off in the morning so I left them on under my clothes and felt wonderful for the day. Again there was no mention of the gifts and I certainly wasn't going to talk about it to my sister.

I continued to get a gift each night tucked somewhere in my room. Bra and hipster panties the next night, Honey coloured stockings and a suspender belt the next, followed by a silk slip and finally a beautiful pale green chiffon dress.