Poppy’s mother was so pretty, and her dad was obviously madly in love with her.
When Poppy was a teen, she loved the way her mother dressed. She wore girly flaring dresses, sometimes with complete circle skirts of taffeta or chiffon. And she loved petticoats, lacy ones, usually of the softest silkiest nylon chiffon. Sometimes, before she put on her dress, Poppy would watch her mother slither into a glistening lacy white nylon full slip, sheer and silky, so pretty, showing off her suspenders, silky knickers and lace-top stockings under her business suit.
When her mother and dad went out, she wore flirty full skirts and lacy chiffon petticoats. Poppy saw how Dad really looked at his wife and clearly appreciated everything about her – her achingly pretty lingerie, her beautiful makeup and perfume. And Poppy loved Mummy’s pretty lingerie, too – the lace of her slips and camisoles seen through sheer silky blouse and the sheen of the slippery silken nylon of her French knickers.
Poppy’s brilliant academic career took her all the way to a doctorate at 25, and there was little time for boys – until she met Tony.
One evening, when she was 27, staying with Mother and Dad, Poppy and her new boyfriend, who lived in town, were invited to join them at a dance. During the afternoon, a couple of hours before dinner, she sat with her mother in the dressing room, as Mom put on beautiful shiny nylon stockings, a very lacy camisole with ribbon straps, and a sheer silky blouse, with sheer and very lacy knickers and two silky transparent, very lacy nylon petticoats and beautiful perfume and makeup. One of the petticoats was blue and its two layers of glistening silky nylon sheerness were divided by four lovely sexy lace bands, ending in sensationally pretty lacy hems of four inches. This beautiful petti contrasted with the glistening white sheerness of the other, which had one silken layer and five inches of lace. The erotic lacy invitation of the blue petti moved beautifully under the achingly beautiful sheer nylon of the other. Mother was clearly very happy. Stroking one silky chiffon layer over another, Mother sighed and, smiling with such happiness, said, ‘Your dad’s going to love what I’m wearing. Men like him love full-circle skirts and soft silky petticoats with lots of lace.’
When Mother walked across the dressing room, now in four-inch stilettos, Poppy watched her Mummy’s glistening lacy petticoats and her skirt sway out so prettily. For a moment, Poppy’s hand brushed over her pussy; her mother was so pretty.
Mom said, ‘Take off your full slip …’ and briefly left the room. When she came back out of her lingerie closet, she took from their wrapping and handed Poppy the prettiest pair of sheer nylon loose-legged panties. The legs were adorned with delicate lace.
‘You might like to try these on, darling.’ Their silkiness felt exquisite against her skin.
‘Oh, Mummy,’ the young woman exclaimed, ‘They feel so pretty!’
‘I know,’ said her mum, ‘Pretty girly undies are part of being a beautiful woman. Now, would you like to put on this suspender belt, darling …’ It had a six-inch hem of lace and satin ribbons; ‘ … and these …’ which were glossy silky shiny bridal stockings with another six inches of lace … ‘ … and now this … Out of a box, with a gasp of pleasure, Poppy took a completely sheer, full circle, calf length petticoat – two layers of glistening nylon of almost unimaginable silkiness, weighted with four inches of gorgeous glistening Chantilly lace. Poppy looked in the mirror at the lace of her suspenders under the slip.
‘Now this skirt …’ … a calf-length three-layer full-circle skirt in white chiffon with blue polka dots. ‘ … And now this ‘ – a lovely silky camisole dripping with lace at the breasts and hem – ‘ … and this’ – an almost liquidly sheer silky blouse with little girly cap sleeves. ‘Put this round your shoulders …’ – a glistening silky sheer nylon chiffon scarf, ‘ … and look at yourself. You’re so, so pretty …!’
Poppy, clad from head to foot in the silkiest, sheerest sexiest nylon, went to her mother and they embraced and kissed. Then she looked at the lace of her camisole through her blouse, her suspenders and stocking tops and the glistening of the nylons through her two wonderful petticoats. She was almost transfigured by her own girly sexy beauty. In the bedroom, she sat down, almost overcome by her feeling of prettiness and girliness, and by the sensation of all the lovely romantic – and completely new – silky nylon and lace her mother had given her.
‘Oh darling,’ said Mother as they embraced, ‘you are so beautiful. You have a lifetime ahead of you to enjoy all the girliness in the world … And so has Tony, if he knows what’s best for him.’
Wearing her chiffon blouse and camisole, her petticoats, suspenders, stockings and nylon gloves, Poppy wondered what Tony would think of her when the saw her. She need have had no fears. Poppy was, for the first time in her life, going experience complete girly fulfillment.
But today, after Poppy had time for a shower and change of clothes, Poppy, Mom, Dad and Tony’s sister, Flo, went to a show and dinner. Tony was required to work late and couldn’t come. When they’d been home an hour or so, Poppy smiled when she saw Mom and Dad, passionately kissing in a corner of the hall. Dad’s hand was down inside the front of Mom’s lovely skirt. Below the calf-length skirt, the darling delicate lace of Mom’s beautifully feminine full petticoat had been flicking out provocatively all evening as she walked to and from dinner, and Dad had obviously been tantalised by it, just as Mom had intended. Now, as they kissed, Mom made breathless little, ‘u … u… u! …’ noises as his hand massaged her clitty through the silken layers of her crowded nylon petticoats and silky knickers.
She knew that when she married Tony, the delight and arousal that her carefully-chosen lingerie caused him already was going to help them have such a great sex-life, just as her parents obviously still did. She wished the same for Flo and her fiancé.
With her parents already gone to their room, Poppy had – as she often did – become increasingly aware of the romantic sexy silkiness of what she was wearing herself under her skirt. She lay down in her room, feeling the tug of her garters pulling her stockings taut under her lavishly full petticoat and French knickers . Now almost overwhelmed by the sensation of the petticoat’s silky soft pretty white shiny nylon, and delicate sexy matching white floral lace under her silky skirt, she gently touched the bumps of her garters through her petticoats, and then the lacy edging of her silky double-nylon knickers. She felt so girly, so alive, and so sexy.
She dialled Tony, home now in his own flat. ‘Oh darling, I’m lying on my bed …’ she said huskily.
Poppy’s Mom taught her what it was like to feel very sexy dressing to please herself and the man she loved, in perfect nylon lingerie – chemises, slips, petticoats, suspenders, knickers, stockings and camisoles. Every delicate lacy, silky garment she bought and slipped into made her heart race – a slip, so delicate and so pretty that all her senses would be heightened. Pantie and petticoat nylon felt so silky, so erotic , and, being a girl, she knew that she could wear this precious silky-ness forever. Tony and his sister had also learnt from a beautiful mother the allure of astonishingly feminine lingerie. Poppy’s and Tony’s courtship and sex-play had been wonderful, often with Poppy wearing seductive layers of nylon undies, glistening, sheer and achingly beautiful with lace; but their sex always stopped short of full intimacy.
Church and the wedding breakfast were over and Poppy was in their hotel room, alone and with plenty of time to spare, dressing to ‘go away.’ She had showered and stood in the prettiest lacy suspender belt and beautiful lace-topped ivory stockings. The half-slip petticoat she had worn under her wedding dress had been three layers of the silkiest softest white nylon chiffon, ending in masses of lace and worn with a delicate girly camisole. Instead now, she put on a new ivory full-circle full slip of two layers, each of divine sexy silky sheer nylon, ending in three-inch hems of the prettiest delicate flowery lace; her French knickers matched. She didn’t know how Tony would control himself when he saw them.
Poppy made the amazing petticoat flare out. The glistening nylon and lace were just so sexy. During their courtship, Poppy’s and Tony’s excited sex-play would often lead to her spreading the delicious multi-layer nylon nightgown or petticoat she was wearing over him as she mounted him. As they kissed and played with one another, he would eventually lose control and come into her petticoats. They both adored petticoat sex.
Walking back now through the corridors to meet Tony, she felt the wonderful friction of her lace-edged French knickers bristling under sublime silky soft petticoats. Every heightened sensation made her think of Tony. With her stiletto-heeled stride, her suspenders pulled taught against her stockings. Her nipples pushed sensuously against the very visible lacy bra she wore under her sheer silky shirt. The feeling of her petticoat under her dress was almost indescribable, the astonishing silkiness of the two layers of nylon under the silk, moved with each stride, was a wonderful erotic feeling, so sexy.
That evening, driving to their hotel, Poppy was so excited. Tony whispered, ‘I don’t suppose you’re wearing a new petticoat by any chance?’ He smiled at her and she eased the lavish silk of her skirt back far enough for him to see the delicate feminine lace. He brushed a layer of lace over a layer of nylon and said, ‘Wow! Silky! Lacy.’ Then he added, ‘You know the words you sometimes say to me when we’re making love? Words like “Petticoat!” and “sexy silky nylon” and “I bought this lacy slip just to seduce you”? Don’t ever stop doing that!’That night, their lovemaking was so, so gentle. At first, she wore her full slip, the ribbon straps pulled down over her arms as she sat astride him on a chair and the wonderful full-circle of so-silky double nylon spread across his lap. He sucked her nipples progressively as this beautiful woman in her utterly girly lingerie moved more and more erotically over him. Then, just as she was about to come, he plunged himself into her. When they both yelled out their first climax, she cried out, ‘Oh, fuck me up my lacy petticoat!’ and he almost fainted with utter pleasure and satisfaction.