Charity Doesn't Always Begin At Home

by Richard

   

The light from the charity shop window reflected on the wet winter pavement. I shouldn't really have been surprised that I didn't know of this one; the quiet little backstreet seemed almost to be hiding, the shop set back slightly from the houses either side completing the camouflage. Checking the hours sign in the door, I saw I had ten minutes before the shop closed for the day. An old bell tinkled noisily above the door as I entered the little emporium. It was warm and inviting after the darkness and drizzle of the approaching evening outside. Closing the door behind me, I turned and noted that the proprietor was a woman. Sitting at the counter she smiled a greeting and I said "It's a lot warmer in here that out there!" I always felt that I had to justify my being in these shops. The women usually looked suspiciously at me, especially when I start to browse through the nightwear section. Men are not expected to do that sort of thing. The woman, whom I judged to be fortyish, and with a really nice smile and eyes, nodded her agreement and went back to her till, finishing up for the day I guessed.

I walked on looking for the familiar pastel colours of ladies lingerie and was relieved to find them at the back of the shop; at least the woman wouldn't see my fevered interest in the silky garments. I started to move the hangers along the rail, sifting through some unpromising cotton and brushed nylon affairs, then stopped dead. A gorgeous full length nightie of sheer ivory satin shone out. My breathing quickened as I passed the carrier bag with my earlier purchases to my left hand. Reaching out I let my hand slip down the lovely creation and caught my breath. It felt so silky. I quickly pulled up the hem to rub the smooth side of the fabric together. The satin slipperiness was incredible. "Do you like it?" I nearly jumped out of my skin. I had been so engrossed in my admiration of the long nightie I hadn't heard her approach. She had been standing watching me! "I, ah it's- I've been invited to a pyjama party and the men have to dress in nighties and the ladies in pyjamas" I blurted out hurriedly. Immediately I cursed myself for the ridiculous story, I had been imagining such a fictitious party earlier in the day and had been quite taken with the idea. The woman's smile broadened and I had the sudden feeling, as I looked up into her face, that I liked her eyes rather too much. "Oh, I see" she answered "that sounds like it should be a very interesting party. Well, let's see what we can find for you." She began to look through the assortment of nightdresses. I felt a sudden child-like excitement grip my chest. I have a woman looking for a nightie for me! All my fantasies revolved around being dressed in satin by a woman. Trying not to let my quickened breathing sound too loudly I watched as she unhooked the lovely long satin nightie from its hanger. "We'll start with this." She said "you certainly seemed to like the feel of it" and she looked straight into my eyes as she draped the gossamer shift over my arm. I looked down to the floor unable to stand her gaze as I felt my face burning. "Now, lets see" I looked up to find she had shown mercy and had resumed searching along the rail. "Ah, yes. This should match nicely" She unhooked something from a hanger and turned around to face me. She held a beautiful peach satin wrap by the shoulders up against me. "There I think that should look lovely with the nightie but…" she paused and seemed to be troubled, "I'm not sure whether they will be the right size. They look as though they should fit. But it would be a shame not to know for sure. Is the party soon?" If she didn't believe my silly story, then she was doing a good job at hiding it. I fumbled a yes reply not sure where this was leading, my hand unconsciously stroking the layers of satin over my arm. "Well, look" she said "I'm just about to shut up for the day. I live over the shop and you are more than welcome to use my bedroom as a changing room to try them on for size. The fire's been on for a while so it will be nice and warm up there. And I live alone, so no one will disturb you. It will save you having to look again if they don't fit" She was trying hard to sell the idea to me. I was almost trembling with excitement. "That's very kind of you, thank you. I - Yes, if you really don't mind, that would be marvellous." She looked really pleased and led me to the counter and showed me through a door hidden behind a curtain. "Top of the stairs on the right. I'll just finish up down here. And take your time, there's no hurry" I thanked her again and climbed the stairs.

The bedroom was, as promised, warm and cosy. A gas fire hummed quietly casting an orangey red glow about the room. Shadows living happily in the far corners of the room gave the room an air of intimacy, the only other source of light a small bedside lamp. I approved of the satiny bedspread covering the double pine bed and I padded across the thick carpet and placed the wrap, nightie and carrier bag on the shiny surface. I took in the rest of the room; wardrobe, chest of drawers, a little bedside cabinet with the small lamp and various accoutrements cluttered about its top, a comfortable high backed arm chair and, I was delighted to see, a long cheval swivel mirror. Listening to make sure the woman was still downstairs I quickly undressed, folding my clothes in a pile on the armchair. Hurrying to the bed I opened the carrier. My earlier shopping spree had seen a white satin suspender belt, black glossy stockings and a pair of satin knickers being added to my small collection. I fumble with the pack of stockings ripping the cellophane in my rush. The black gossamer felt tickly as I pulled on first one then the other. Hooking the suspender belt in place I clipped the tops of my stockings adjusting the straps so that they pulled tightly over my legs. Picking up the knickers, I removed the price tag and stepped into their silky embrace. God, they felt nice. Next I lifted the long satin shift from the bed and let it drop down over my head. The swish of the fabric added to my already quickened pulse rate. It fitted like a dream. I walked a few paces and moaned as the nightie slipped over my stockings and, when I ran my hands over the cheeks of my bottom, the nightie sliding over the silky knickers left me wide eyed at the sensuousness of the satin lubrication. The fit of my knickers was becoming decidedly snug as the effect of the satin started to take hold. I forced myself to behave and I walked back to the bed to slip on the wrap.

Turning to pull the wrap around me I stopped in shock as I saw the woman standing in the open doorway of the bedroom. I hadn't heard her coming up the stairs at all. How long had she been there? Had she been watching me stroking myself? Oh god, she must think I look so stupid dressed up like this. I could feel my face burning crimson again and gazed drawn at the floor. "Oh, you look absolutely beautiful. Does the nightie fit alright? Hold the wrap open so I can see." Her words left me glowing and feeling like a little girl. I fumbled for the edges of the wrap and finding them, held them apart to reveal the nightie and a slight bulge. I squirmed, doing my best to hide the protuberance. She seemed to be lost for words as she stared at me with a look that seemed to be almost like hunger. "It was made for you" she said in almost a whisper, "and I see you're wearing stockings. Wonderful, desperately sexy!" I looked down to see the suspenders clip was clearly visible through the thin satin where I had pushed my leg forward in an effort to hide my excited state from her. She began to walk towards me and I could feel myself trembling. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet?" she asked. I could only shake my head in reply, not trusting my voice to be steady enough. "Come over here, then" She placed her hands on my waist and guided me to the cheval. Her touch sent a quiver through my entire body. "Oh, are you cold?" she asked and, without waiting for a reply she pushed her hands around my middle to find the folds of the wrap and gently tucked one under the other and then bought the tie to the front and loosely tied a bow. The sensation of her hands rubbing the satin of the wrap into my nightie and the sight of myself in the mirror covered in glossy lingerie left me swirling with this strange new pleasure and I closed my eyes. "The material feels wonderfully slippery, doesn't it?" she asked as if reading my very thoughts. "I, er, it's.. yes. Yes, it does" was all I could manage as I tried to gather my scattered wits. Her hands began a slow journey from the tie at the front of the shiny wrap around and slowly down over my hips. I could feel her slowing when she reached my suspender and again as her hands smoothed over the side of my knickers. "You will be the sexiest one at the party. No one else will be able to hold a candle to you." My head swam with pleasure and confusion. I shouldn't be enjoying this so much. It's- it's wrong. Oh, her hands feel so nice. I started to sway with giddiness and her hands moved quickly back to my waist to support me. "I-I'm sorry" I said with a shaking voice, "I feel a little strange". "It's ok. It's ok. Don't worry" her voice sounded so caring and gentle, "you just need to lay down for a little You only need to get used to wearing your nightie, that's all." She pulled me without urgency towards the bed. My nightie! She had said my nightie. Never had anything sounded so lovely before. Lost in these thoughts, before I knew what was happening, I found myself being guided onto the bed, her hands manoeuvring me towards the centre to allow her room to sit beside me; all the while her hands never lifted from their touch, sliding around to rest on either side of my hips, her fingers just moving a little as I felt the layers of silky satin being rubbed into my skin. I was still trembling, looking up into her eyes. She smiled kindly and said "That's right. I'm sure you'll start to enjoy wearing it. It's important to get used to it now so you feel relaxed at the party. Just close your eyes for a while and let yourself open up to how nice your nightie feels." Her voice was hypnotic and I found my eyelids following her suggestion. I felt helpless with excitement. "Just relax and concentrate on how your new satin things feel. How's this?" Her question accompanied her hands smoothing lightly over my hips. I could feel her finger tips bend a little to feel the outline of my suspenders and knickers again as she moved her hands up and down then up again rhythmically over the outside clips of my suspenders up over my knickers and belt. Then I sensed her hands lift but the fingers keeping contact as she bought both her hands in over my stomach. I quivered at the ticklish touch and she said "there now, that's right. Just see how nice this sexy satin feels." Involuntarily I began to move my hips in small movements in time to her touch as her fingers started to trace down again over my hip bones to the tops of my legs. By now my cock was responding despite all my efforts to keep it under control, my panties keeping it confined with difficulty, my breathing becoming quicker and shallower. Her fingers found the front clips of my suspenders and she lightly pinched each between two fingers before resuming her stroking tour. Now both hands moved subtly inwards a fraction and started their smooth journey back up my legs only just missing my pulsing cock and I gasped without thinking as her caress rubbed the satin of the wrap and nightie into the front of my knickers. "Hmmm. Oh!" I could almost see her smile widen even with my eyes closed. "Yes, yes my little girl. You can see it's really nice being dressed up in ladies underwear, can't you?" I nodded without realising. "Now, let's see what's happening here, shall we?" and I heard the silky whisper of the ties being pulled, the bow opening easily, then the layers of the wrap being lifted away. "Oh yes, my little girl. You really are enjoying this now, aren't you?" I knew she could see how swollen I was. I kept my eyes firmly closed not wanting to face her when, at that moment, they snapped open and I stared with shock into her half lidded eyes that were watching me intently, her mouth slightly open and her chin raised as her right hand closed around my hardness and she used the sliding silkiness of the two satins of the nightie and knickers to good effect. "Oh, God! Oh, please don't. Oh no, please! Oooh, hmmmm. Oh, lovely, oh so lovely." My entreaties, which had started with a plea to stop trailed away to complete submission as the full sex of having my rampant cock rubbed with satin took hold. I had to close my eyes again as my breathing came in short bursts of desperate lust timed to her masturbating rhythm. I felt her other hand reaching down and then grasp the hem of my nightie drawing it up my stockined legs, up over my knickers. I could feel a wetness seeping over the front of the strained material of my panties. I jerked at the touch of her fingers as they expertly flicked inside the waist band and freed my springing cock. It was naked only for a moment before she wrapped the folds of the nightie around it and again rubbed up and down. The shiny sides of the fabric felt glorious, and I bucked in time to her wanking hand and could feel the pre-cum liquid dribbling down to be taken up by the satin and adding to my near intolerable pleasure as it was rubbed into my rod. Suddenly the satin was pulled down sharply and my cocks' length was engulfed in a wet, warm cavern as her mouth closed over me and sucked with a smoothness that dragged a drawn out scream of surprise and joy from my lips. Up and down, up and down she gulped at me and I could feel that familiar build up of heat and pulsing pleasure. Then, just as I was certain I could hold on no longer, she withdrew, leaving my twitching cock leaking its excitement. With supreme effort I stopped my breathing from its ragged gasps, slowing to a deep breathlessness as I watched her. "I want to feel your satin covered body against my skin" and, without waiting for a reply, she quickly undressed. Her womanhood looked beautiful, and judging from the gleam of wetness she was just as horny. Lying beside me she rolled me onto my side towards her and after a moments pause, she reached around with her right hand and, pulling the nighties hem up so that it cleared my hips, she then pulled it down a little and wrapped the shiny satin over my wet cock and resumed her timed rubbing whilst at the same time using her elbow to push my right leg back over her. The effect of her wanking me with my nightie once again had me gasping for air as the pleasure soon came flooding back. And I didn't resist as her left hand pushed inside my silky panties until I thought I was going to pass out with the pleasure of her satin masturbation. Then, holding my panties to the side guided my hardness positioning it between her creamy womanhood. I felt her right arm tense and pull me towards her and I gave in completely as the last vestige of my resistance melted like hot butter in the sun. She obviously felt my body relax and took her chance and pushed gently but firmly with her hips. "Oh, God. hmmm, oh no, oh no, hmmmm. Hmmmm. Oohh, please. Please!" It was too much, "I'M COMING, OH DEAR GOD THE SATIN FEELS SO GOOD, I'M COMING. I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" I screamed as the first spurt of my release exploded into her. At the same moment I felt a gushing as her cries joined mine. My first push seemed like nothing compared to the next as the knowledge that she was coming to spurred me to a level of sexual arousal I could only have imagined before now and I screamed incoherently as my bursts seem to go on for even making the satin heavy with liquid which she kept rubbing back into my exploding cock over and over.

And, as I passed into a state of near unconsciousness, I was dimly aware that her was only the first of many such journeys with her.

  

  

  

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