For as long as I can remember I've enjoyed the company of girls and women to that of men; probably because I was brought up by a single mother with three much older sisters. We weren't quite 'outsiders' in our small town but my Mother and eldest sisters Joan and Susan had what you would call 'reputations' as 'party girls' and even Karen managed to get pregnant at 17 and had a second 12 months later. As my Mother never failed to remind me I 'was a mistake' hence the 15 year age difference between Joan and I and 10 between me and Karen.
Growing up in a house full of women and being a pretty boy, and I mean very naturally pretty can be both a blessing and a curse; and having a slightly effeminate and artistic approach to life has meant that from puberty everyone I ever encountered presumed I was gay. I'm not.
By the time I was 18 my sisters had all left home and my Mother was quickly deteriorating into a drunken mess; so I chose to go to an Art School about 40 miles away meaning I had to stay in student accommodation and eventually share flats; usually with girls as the boys 'thought I was gay!' I had a room all of my own of course but while they understood my need for privacy; their doors were rarely locked; giving me ample opportunities to accidentally see my roommates in their skimpies or occasionally naked. As this was the early 1970's casual sex was nearly out of the question; but I could have been on the England Masturbation team as I was cranking them out 2 or 3 times a day.
As I was in a good place 'mentally' for the first time in a long while, my locked bedroom allowed me to occasionally indulge in my most secret passion; dressing in lingerie. For the most part I would buy nylon knickers from a market stall; pretending that they were for 'my girlfriend' but occasionally I would borrow a pair or two from the communal wash basket and when I discovered a shop in the centre of town that sold old fashioned nylons my ensemble was complete for an evening of DIY fun.
Eventually I left College at 21 and got a job; moving from shared flat to shared flat; rarely allowing me the comfort to indulge in my passion; until a friend of my boss suggested a B & B just outside town; but on a direct bus route. It was owned by a larger than life woman called Cindy Lamont who had been a Showgirl and a dancer in her youth; and her daughter Avril. The Mother and Daughter couldn't have been more unalike if they'd been strangers. While Cindy was a big buxom, bottle-blonde who smoked like a trouper and swore like a navvy; Avril was quite studious and very slight by comparison with hardly any bust but a gorgeous arse; plus she was elfin faced and tended to wear tight jeans or Capri pants with T or Polo shirts.
As a long term guest I was allocated a small box room next to the kitchen and the Mother and Daughter. It was the perfect arrangement for me as my clothes were washed and ironed; my bedding changed weekly and I'd never eaten so well. On occasions I helped with the breakfast and dinner service; but generally kept myself to myself; until the weekend when I would dress as close as I could the Thin White Duke who I resembled in skinny stature and coupled that with the foppish hair of Bryan Ferry. Life was an absolute blast and I soon indulged in buying panties and nylons again so I could masturbate into a frenzy 4 or 5 nights a week as I listened to my musical heroes on my Walkman.
Avril; who was two years younger than me took every opportunity she could to attract my attention, talking about music and the clubs that I went to; often asking what did the girls wear; but I think that the crowd I was hanging around with intimidated her so I never actually asked her to join us. Just as I never had a girlfriend Avril seemed too intent on her Night School studies to bother with boys; unlike her Mother who had a number of 'Gentlemen Friends'; at least two of which were married.
I got the feeling that her Mother's sexual antics embarrassed Avril; but nothing was ever said out loud. Avril's bedroom was opposite mine and I shared a wall with Cindy's bedroom which gave me unlimited access to her loud verbal noises as she got a good seeing to by one of her lovers.
As the long hot Summer slowly slid by my hormones were raging and I was buying new nylon panties every couple of days to add to my collection that I kept in a suitcase under my bed along with my porn stash; which was becoming quite deviant after I'd discovered a shop that sold Continental magazines.