This is the story of one of the first strips I did in nylons, back when I was still at college, about 18 or so. I'd already jerked into shoes and tights but never gone any further. Our English teacher, Lynda (hence my name) one day told us a story about a girl friend of hers at college whose boyfriend was into dressing up (there'd been a documentary on the TV about trannies and the whole school was talking about it like mad). She said that at one party he had gone dressed up and some point did a bit of a striptease and shocked everyone at the end!! This resonated with me and I often thought about it while wanking off. Anyway, one day a mate of mine asked me if I could do him a favour and collect some books from his house at lunchtime because he had rugby practice and needed them for an afternoon lesson. He told me his mother might be in after 1 o'clock but gave me his key in case I went earlier.
We had English with Lynda in the last period before lunch and she spent some time sitting on the desk with her legs crossed in black tights, sometimes dangling her heels and giving me a raging hard on. When the bell went, I set off determined to have a wank at home, then remembered my mate's books. I decided to get them first and as I walked to his place an idea grew. His mother was what we'd now call a milf, had great long legs and was also a bit of a shoe dangler when we went round. I got to the front door and rang the bell, no answer as I'd hoped, so I let myself in with the spare key; just inside the front door I saw a pair of Mrs M's purple slippers (M&S style) - she'd obviously changed into heels before leaving. That decided me.
First, I went up to my mate's room and got his books and brought them down and put them by the door - explanation for being there if Mrs M came back before 1. Then back upstairs to the master bedroom. I pushed the half-open door wide open and stepped inside; To my delight and increasing excitement I saw two pairs of tights on the bed, black and grey, and a pair of black high heels under the dressing table. A dark grey skirt was draped over the back of a chair. I took the black nylons, skirt and the heels, then opened the top drawer of the dressing table and quickly found a flimsy pair of red knickers. That was it - off into the bathroom; In less than 5 minutes I'd removed the bottom half of my uniform and replaced it with black tights, red panties and the greyish skirt. Above the waist I wore white school shirt, tie, and black blazer. Now I slipped the heels on and that was it. Slightly unsteadily I walked along the landing, went into the master bedroom to look at myself in the wardrobe mirror (not great but not too bad) and then walked carefully downstairs. Halfway down I announced, "Ladies and gentlemen we present the Magnificent Mrs M, your lunchtime stripper". And my show was underway.
At the bottom of the steps, I bent down and picked up Mrs M's purple slippers. Dangling them from my fingertips, I walked into the lounge, swinging my hips as much as I could. I walked across to the chair that Mrs M had been sitting in last time I called round and placed the slippers in front of it, then went to stand in front of the sofa and looked out of the lounge windows, which had thin blinds which effectively blocked anyone seeing me. Now I shrugged my shoulders and let the blazer slide down my arms; A flick of the wrists and it fell on the carpet. I walked around in front of the sofa, undoing my tie; I pulled this from my collar, waved it and then let it drop. Now I undid a few buttons on my shirt before sitting on the sofa and crossing my nyloned legs.
