The Story of Stephanie (Chapter 1)

So, here I go. Lingerie shopping for the first time. Ann Summers, I was only 18 and needless to say, very shy and very easily embarrassed. There I was, in amongst all this sexy lingerie, stockings, tights, sex toys. It made me nervous, but at the same time, I struggled not to show how aroused I was if you know what I mean!
I ended up with a black basque, thong and black stockings.
I was so excited. I had to put the stuff in a different bag as I didn't want anyone seeing where I'd been shopping. I was straight home and hid the bag under my bed where my mum or anyone wouldn't look.
My girlfriend came down that night and I showed her. She loved it. I was immediately told to leave the room until called for. So, I went out and went to sit in the kitchen. I was so horny. I could just picture what she'd look like. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.
She called my name and I went running. I walked in and there she was, better than I could ever have imagined. Black basque. Black thong. Black stockings. And the added bonus of black heels. It was at that time, the most intense and most satisfying sex either of us had ever had that night. And I'll never forget it.

I always remember feeling her legs that night. So soft, smooth and silky. I asked her how she liked the stockings. She loved how they felt on her legs. Very soft and made her feel very sexy. I was intrigued! I wanted to know what they felt like on my legs. The curiosity was getting the better of me. So one afternoon whilst I was home all alone, I tried it. I was so turned on. The softness and silky touch was unreal. I was rock hard and had the most unbelievable wank ever.
As time went on, I'd find myself trying more stuff. Bra's. Panties. Skirts. Tights. I couldn't believe how it made me feel. I felt strange, especially afterwards. Guilty almost. Am I gay? Surely not! I don't fancy men and certainly don't want to have sex with one. These were the thoughts going through my head.
It was the turn of the millennium.