Lingerie Tales Volume 2 -My Original Sexy School Girl
So what is so sexy about a grown woman dressed up as naughty school girl? It seems like such a popular costume every Halloween not to mention you can find women dressed as school girls at everything from swinger outings, fetish parties, club wear and of course plain old costume parties with just regular folks who happen to like to play dress up. Or so I’ve heard.
I like to believe most adults keep a costume or two in their lingerie or naughty drawers for a change pace and a little role play. Rather than try to answer the question for the entire world though I figured perhaps I’d share the story of my original naughty sexy school girl, Laura. After all it’s the things in our youth that help to define us as adults and she holds a series of memorable and defining moments for me.
As I’ve often referenced I went to an overpriced private school hence had a youth filled with a regular diet of short skirts and tight white (and blue) button up blouses. It is no doubt part of the reason I like to play with women who are dressed as sexy or naughty school girls. If for no other reason it is where sexually and romantically speaking I got my start, as I’m sure many people did. Sure there were countless uniforms that met the school dress code to the letter of the law. Do I seem like the kind of guy who was interested in people who followed the rules and generally accepted well behaved societal norms? Of course not! I liked the renegades and wild ones and with a few exceptions the “good” girls I’d usually dated ended up in some sort of a Shakespearean tragedy.
Something like why “doeth thou not love me and insists on keeping the company of gap toothed strumpets when I am not near?” to which I’d reply “whatever, NEXT!” or something equally insensitive.
Laura was certainly not the first school girl to catch my eye…in fairness that was Dana when I was 6. Nor was she the last considering I met the Chesty Blonde while in college so technically speaking she was a school girl. There were certain things about Laura that made her one of the more memorable ones. When I met her like so many people of that era she was in uniform. Albeit she was dressed in an entirely too daringly short gray plaid pleated skirt and nearly button popping tight white wrinkled blouse. Sure it was literally her interpretation of the uniform of our great institution. It is probably also accurate to say that I was wearing navy blue pants, a crisp oxford with the sleeves rolled to the elbow and my tie not properly tied with the top button of the shirt undone which was my look of the era. Why I really remember the firs time i saw her is because my heart stopped. I know “oh how sweet love at first sight”. Was it that my soul felt lighter and alive? Well not exactly but from the first time I watched her walk I was most definitely in serious lust. It was across the school parking lot as I spotted her bold and confident strut as she approached her car a classic orange and white 50’s Chevy. Oh yeah she was a motorhead! Even though well i was well into my German car fetish by that age any girl with a car like that was just fine by me.
It’s funny how we remember people as if they are frozen in time. I tend to remember her strong legs, fold over lace socks and scuffed up white heels more than anything. There was something both innocent and trashy about that combination all at the same time. It was a look and persona that completed the often dreamed about school girl fantasies, but it was very real and who she was. Laura was a dancer, another admitted weakness of mine. Dancers if nowhere else but in my mind carry themselves differently. Their bodies no matter long and lean or short and powerful were always toned and they seemed comfortable in their own skin and daring at the same time. Add a stereotypical lack of modesty and the general need to be the center of attention was a winning combination when it came to catching my eye.
Looking back she didn’t fit my mold so to speak. I majored in brunettes for the better part of a decade but she was naturally a platinum blonde with long flowing curly locks. Her switchy walk hinted at a glimpse of panties, lace ,or bared flesh with each bold stride. She was a consummate flirt, an exquisite tease, and in truth genuinely a nice person if you dared to get past her bold fast girl exterior. She was aggressive when it came to the boys she was interested in. I speak from first hand experience and am grateful even now for it.
I would literally watch the nuns cringe as she walked by; the very literal picture of temptation, fornication and lust in a singly divine creature. She would press herself tauntingly against me when talking in the hall, take me by the hand when I was walking with another young lady and wanting my attention, and add to it my mother did not care for her in the least. Laura picked up on it on the few occasions they met. Instead of backing off it made her all the more affectionate in public places.
Were we ever really a couple? No, there were no strings like that. Neither of us felt the need to pledge an undying intention to the other just so we could lie to ourselves while partaking in a little fun. A flip of the short uniform skirt to show a little more. An extra button or two revealing a lacey revealing Bra. A touch, a glimpse, a kiss. Young lust defined almost in a classic movie kind of way in the shadows of a parking lot in an old car with the radio playing. After she graduated I would see her a few more times in the next year or two, the lady liked her racy underwear and lingerie as she would strut and prance in her heels. Tease and taunt keeping my undivided attention but nothing ever quite matched the allure she had on me as a school girl in her uniform with those scuffed up low heels and fold over old fashioned lace socks.
So there you have it just one of the chapters of my life that made the school girl costume part of my adult life whether its just for fun, a little spanking role play with a “naughty student” , or that seductive little strut and dance to keep my interest.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m off once again to crank a little Nickelback one of my favorite songs happens to be shak’in hands ” and the congressman would call her every once in a while, she kept the school girl skirt on the top of the pile” Might follow it up with a little Girls, Girls, Girls and then Fuck Like a Beast by W.A.S.P. that is of course before I start my Lords of Acid bender in order to get ready for this coming Monday night in Baltimore.
Post edited by Mal March 2013 for structure and flow. Content and intention remained unchanged.
So here you have it folks the latest episode of exercising my demons just in time for fuck me is the ass day. Oopps wrong day Valentines day. Same difference really. Below you’ll find the transcript of this episode and to listen of course just click on the snazzy pickle player on the right or subscribe to the podcast on itunes.
Mistress Victoria’s Intro
Welcome Back to Exercising my Demons I’m Mistress Victoria and I’ll be hosting this episode which is not only the valentine’s day edition but is also the first installment of his lingerie tales series which is the retelling of age old classic malfic experiences as they really happened. As the saying goes truth is stranger than fiction
Having not seen Mal in quite a while but getting to spend a little time with him a few weeks back made really remember how shameless the man is. Whether it was his cavorting with a tall and leggy blonde from Kansas or the unapologetic interaction with a sultry little Russian number who was sporting her ample cleavage and torn fishnet stockings. He really has a unique gift of being able to make anyone feel completely at home with him or hellishly uncomfortable so often just with a look and a few words. A fact he demonstrated by making the poor waitress at a little Mexican place blush just by the way he looked into her eyes. And she was no mousy little thing. Then there was the devils grin as we walked past the front desk of his hotel when he asked the young ladies working there if they’d like to join us. While they politely passed on the opportunity they already knew him by name and he’s only been in town for four hours.
So how does one get like that? Perhaps events like this are what helped to make him into who he is. So sit back relax, let your imagination run wild and so we begin Lingerie Tales. An obsession begins.
So there is a defining moment that sets things in our minds as important and interesting or not. I was a child of the 80’s and Lingerie was front and center in so much of the pop culture during those formative years. Madonna strutting around with her bra showing and what 13 year old could forget her rolling around on TV in a white lace wedding dress exposing her garters and stockings. Of course there was Prince and his seemingly endless line of sexy lingerie clad women. Gett Off is still one of my favorite songs and videos. Not to mention my seemingly unrestricted access to the holy grail of seductive women; Playboy. While my friends were all jerking off to the Penny’s catalog lingerie section I had access to the best nudie mags of the day. What can I say I was a fast study with the right connections. By modern standards I suppose its all fairly demure now.
Sure it was a White Snake video that emblazoned the thong in to my psyche but the for me personally there was always something about Sexy Lingerie from early puberty on that held my attention. Ironically I’d have to say it had nothing to do with any of these things that truly created my lasting interest in women’s undergarments.
No in my case it was not Rock and Roll, Movies, TV, or even Laura who was 2 years older than me drove a White and Orange 5o’s Chevy hot road and wore her Catholic High School uniform so daringly short you could catch a glimpse of ass and lace if she had her full out strut on or her Lace cuffed shirt white socks and scuffed up heels that made me what I am. Instead it was a boring Thursday night at the local mall.
In this case I’d like to say that it was Jenny’s fault. It was a boring Thursday afternoon we were both 17 and had been around the block more than a few times. In fact my block included a few dark alleys, some questionable city streets and a few memorable moments worthy of their own story.
She asked me to go to the mall. We were friends but nothing more. Later in life until she married her second husband and some one inquired about the “nature” of our relationship my standard line was “I Love her, she looks great in thigh high stockings and bent over a sofa, but there’s no way in hell. She’s all yours.” I meant every word of that with the the utmost sincerity.
At the time she was dating a guy I had come to be friends with. He didn’t see me as a threat which was rare for a man that age, any guy not threatened by me was just fine. She conned me into going to the mall. I showed up at her house. He dad who was a saint in more ways than one welcomed me in. She as usual wasn’t quite ready so I sat in the kitchen talking. When he asked what we were looking for at the mall I had to admit I didn’t have a clue. 45 minutes later we end up at a mall across town instead of the one by her place and she’s leading me into a Lingerie store.
At this point I knew I liked lace, teddies were all the rage back then in the circles I ran. Chemises and baby dolls didn’t have the same luster as a tight fitting bodice and crotch that could be unsnapped with one’s teeth. My Journey into the leather, rubber and the fetish scene was already in progress. However I digress.
I looked at her and eventually she explained why she brought me along. She wanted to buy a new out fit for her boyfriend and after much explanation she admitted he said “Just get something Michael would like.”
Later I learned that he knew I was going and didn’t care. Even then I was a pretty open guy but having my girlfriend picking out and modeling new lingerie with another boy might have been a bit much for me at that time.
“What about this” she said holding up a pink sheer bra and bikini panties. I shrugged, she held on to them. Then onto the satin and silk stuff, more panties the skimpier the better it seemed. Making a few selections all while the older suburbanites eyed me like the plague and did everything but call out Slut at her. At one point I think the sales clerk assumed I was gay since I kept commenting on the quality and construction of the lingerie. Probably not the most seemingly straight thing to do in 1987. If there was one thing I knew that could be useful it was quality fabric and good tailoring, a by product of my environment as a kid. I’m still a quality whore who looks at fabric quality first, Construction second and brand third before buying anything.
Jenny filled her arms. The lingerie store clerk was a pretty little brunette who might just have been the type to catch my interest held a wide array of panties and bras, a few teddies and even a couple of longish sheer and satin night gowns near the dressing room.
Let the exhibitionism begin. Should have been announced over the the in store public address system as I sat on a faux pinkish burgundy bench just across from the dressing room. I watched the dressing room door close, I could still see mid calf down as she kicked off her heels, then her jeans hit the floor unceremoniously, it was all I expected to see but a few moments later she called out my name, asking if anybody was around and after being told not really swung the door open to reveal her soft white skin clad in a matching bra and panty set. She smiled, she moved a little, she turned around. Ask what I thought but as she stood there in almost nothing the one thing she didn’t do was blush.
Modesty was not a trait the girl had. The show continued with different out fits, a strut a pose, a wiggle and a bend as she played along masterfully and loving every minute of it. The long sheer nighties gave me the creeps. They seemed like something someone 20 years older than her might wear. The cheek baring burgundy number with the unlined bra top was a favorite but the most memorable was the first one she picked out. The sheer soft pink against her alabaster shin walked the fine line of something that was beautiful in the classic sense, it fit her curves, it teased with muted glimpses of her dark red bush. Even now when I think of her standing there, red hair flowing, a not so innocent grin, and the dressing room door half ajar time stops for a split second.
It must have been more than an hour from start to finish. It may have been the first time but it certainly wasn’t the last. It became a cornerstone of our excessively odd relationship for years and years.
I’ve shopped for lingerie in countless places with a wide assortment of people from lovers to friends since then but it was never quite the same.
Men came and went from her life, women came and went in mine and for the better part of a decade the phone would ring and she’d ask “are you ready to go shopping?”. Nothing more needed to be said.
Mistress Victoria Outro
Usually Mal’s not the type to kiss and tell but I can certainly say that the woman in this story has had a lasting impression on him in many ways. She really was a part of his everyday worlds for years and years and in his own twisted and unspoken way really cared about her. Which brings us to the conclusion of this episode so no matter who it is or why you care about them remember its Valentine’s day this week end. So do something special for someone you love, lust after, or play with. The hotter and the dirtier the better…well unless they’re a nilla.