Age 26, Still Single, With No Prospect Of A Female In Sight, I Continued To Masturbate Lots. And Lots

The ‘Penthouse Letters’ were a favorite to jack off to, and always had a good variety of stories. I read a story about a woman that accepted her husband’s crossdressing and said, “I consider emulation the sincerest form of flattery. It drives him wild, and I reap the benefits. It is just a variation of sex between us, two consenting adults with a little kink thrown in.” Oh God I had to find that kind of woman. Meanwhile weeks went by, and I continued to under-dress in panties and hose with the appropriate socks on top. Then the urge struck, I am going to drive to the store and buy a box of big napkins like my mom wore during her period. I found her exact brand. Modess with the blue polyethylene liner. I absolutely refused to make eye contact with the cute young cashier and felt like I was blushing and damn it if she did not smile at me. I practically ran from the store. It was glorious to feel it tucked into my panties and it gave me a most male outer look.

Then it happened. One day I was at the news stand. To pick-up the newest ‘Letters’ when I saw a magazine named ‘Latex’. It was in a rack, three-quarters covered because there was obvious nudity on the cover. A magazine dedicated to my other fetish, even though I did not know what they were called at the time, so I elected to get that. It was very pricey; I do remember that. Rushing home to read it and already hard just looking at the cover of two huge breasts squished out of a bright yellow latex bra.

The ‘Latex’ magazine was crammed with stories about the sexual kicks of wearing latex clothing. There were several pages of pictures of couples wearing all sorts of latex attire while engaged in sex from the simple to elaborate BDSM sex. One article mentioned that Germany was leading the world in this fetish wear. One testimonial was from woman who described how she wore a latex bra and panties lubricated with glycerin and could orgasm just by walking. “

“The panties slither around my clit and the bra feels like someone tongueing my nipples.” That I had to try! In the back of the magazine there was an offer for a catalog for latex clothing. It cost a whopping five dollars, but I filled out the information and I mailed it off the next day.

Three weeks went by and I thought I was taken for a ride but then, there it was in the mailbox. A large thick envelope, the return address name was Slimwear of America. I raced home to my apartment.

I opened it when I got in the door. It had glossy pictures, and even about 10 x 4 samples of different thicknesses and colors of wonderful smelling latex.

I ordered a black bra, a pair of ruffled panties in orange, and as I was about to seal the envelope and decided to add a pair of transparent latex Bermuda shorts. I got a money order the very next day.

By the middle of February, I had forgotten all about the clothes that I had ordered.

My latex clothing finally arrived from Germany. It was fantastic. The directions called for a mixture of glycerin and water for lubrication, and it was fabulous. The smell and feel were a tremendous turn-on. I went to the surgical supply store and inquired about the heavy brown surgical gloves from my days working in the hospital. I bought a box of the thickest surgical gloves they had in stock. I was into pleasing myself again and doing very well at it. I felt so naughty wearing latex under my clothing. The ruffled little girl panties were my favorites, that is until I had an accident in my Bermuda shorts. But that is a story for another day.

I did not realize how long it took to put latex on and take it off without hurting them or yourself.

Snap my bra…go ahead, I dare you...