Poppy, 
	home from work and really tired, lay on her bed, dozing - and dreaming, 
	sexily, of Tony, the man she would soon marry. And Tony loved how Poppy 
	dressed – including all the wonderful lingerie she wore and had given him a 
	chance to find out about. 
 
	
	Poppy’s wonderful mother had taught her to adore silky 
	clothes and the lace of delicate sheer, silky nylon lingerie. Mom had taught 
	Poppy the beauty of petticoats – full circle, nylon, their silky layers 
	slipping and sliding deliciously over one another, and over lovely silky 
	nylon and lacy, loose French knickers underneath, all the delicious 
	petticoat silkiness weighed down by masses and masses of pretty, sexy, girly 
	lace, to be shown off at the hems of full-circle skirts. Poppy adored lacy 
	silky nylon chiffon petticoats. The lingerie her mother wore – and taught 
	Poppy to wear – was so enticing - wonderful luxuriously romantic silky slips 
	that Poppy still saw her Mom in. Her mother had helped her discover the 
	flimsy, erotic silkiness of nylon, rather than the stiffness of satin, or 
	the flatness of silk. Nowadays, Poppy had drawers and drawers full of 
	silkiness - slips, knickers, camisoles and garter belts. Under her 
	petticoats and slips, she always wore nylon stockings, sheer and silken. In 
	a special closet, Poppy had her petticoats, layers and layers of silky, lacy 
	sexiness. The day after her honeymoon, Poppy would take a naked husband in 
	there with her …
	
	
	But today, after Poppy had time for a shower and change of clothes, Poppy, 
	Mom, Dad and Tony’s sister, Flo, went to a show and dinner. Tony was 
	required to work late and couldn’t come. When they’d been home an hour or 
	so, Poppy smiled when she saw Mom and Dad, passionately kissing in a corner 
	of the hall. Dad’s hand was down inside the front of Mom’s lovely skirt. 
	Below the calf-length skirt, the darling delicate lace of Mom’s beautifully 
	feminine full petticoat had been flicking out provocatively all evening as 
	she walked to and from dinner, and Dad had obviously been tantalised by it, 
	just as Mom had intended. Now, as they kissed, Mom made breathless little, 
	‘u … u… u! …’ noises as his hand massaged her clitty through  the silken 
	layers of her crowded nylon petticoats and silky knickers.
 
	
	Poppy had – as usual – looked stunning herself that evening 
	and, under her amazingly silky full, flowery black chiffon skirt, had worn 
	the wonderful lacy nylon lingerie she adored. It could be guaranteed that 
	Tony’s pretty sister, who had now also been under Mom’s influence for some 
	time, would be wearing pretty nylons, panties and petticoats under her girly 
	full-skirted dress as well. Poppy loved it when all three women were dressed 
	in their lovely full skirts and petticoats and caught so many admiring 
	glances ….  
	She knew that when she married Tony, the delight and arousal that her 
	carefully-chosen lingerie caused him already was going to help them have 
	such a great sex-life, just as her parents obviously still did. She wished 
	the same for Flo and her fiancé.
 
	
	With her parents already gone to their room, Poppy had – as 
	she often did - become increasingly aware of the romantic sexy silkiness of 
	what she was wearing herself under her skirt. She lay down in her room, 
	feeling the tug of her garters pulling her stockings taut under her lavishly 
	full petticoat and French knickers . Now almost overwhelmed by the sensation 
	of the petticoat’s 
	
	silky soft pretty white shiny nylon, and delicate sexy 
	matching white floral lace under her silky skirt, she gently touched the 
	bumps of her
	garters through her petticoats, and then the lacy edging of her silky 
	double-nylon knickers. She felt so girly, so alive, and so sexy.
	
	
	
	
	She dialled Tony, home now in his own flat. 
	
	 ‘Oh darling, I’m lying on my bed …’ she said huskily.
 
	
	‘Are you, sweetheart? Have you had a lovely time?’
 
	
	‘Yes darling, and now I’m so missing you. I’m lying here in 
	wonderfully silky nylon petticoats and feeling so sexy thinking about you. 
	Would you like to hear about it …?’
 
	
	‘Oh, Poppy …!’
 
	
	‘Well, my French knickers feel so very silky and sexy next to 
	my skin, and the nylon and the lace glistens under my sheer nylon petticoats 
	and through my filmy skirt. My pettis feel so wonderful brushing over them.
	
	
	 And the lace of my white pettis is glistening through 
	the chiffon of my darling full silky flowery black skirt. As I lie here, and 
	under my reading lamp, I can see straight though the silky nylon to the 
	bunched-up layers of my lovely petticoats. Their nylon is glistening so 
	erotically straight through the pettiskirt, and the three bands of lace that 
	go right round them are looking so pretty under the transparent skirt. I’ve 
	put on little silky nylon gloves and I’m brushing the seven inch band of 
	lace round the three layers of one petticoat, and one of another. The lace 
	feels so sexy slipping under my gloves.
 
	
	‘By the way, you’ve gone quiet! What are you doing?’
 
	
	‘I’m lying here in heaven, naked, listening to you with a 
	huge erection.’
 
	
	‘Well, how would it be, if I told you some more …? I’m still 
	wearing my very sheer nylon blouse. It’s so silky, it’s almost liquid. Under 
	it, my nipples are so erect, pushing up under the lace of my cami, which 
	matches my lacy nylon chiffon petticoats. The silkiness of the blouse makes 
	ripples of light with the silkiness of the cami under it.
 
	
	‘You know how much we adore making love when I’m dressed like 
	this in my nylon petticoats.’
 
	
	I’d love to straddle you and spread my silky petticoats over 
	you and release my breasts from my silken blouse for you to lick and suck my 
	nipples and bring me to orgasm, until all the silky layers, the lace and the 
	light glistening from my petticoats overwhelms you too and your cock leaves 
	glistening semen all over my gorgeous luxurious romantic silky 
	petticoat-skirts. 
	
	SECOND SEQUEL