Submission
This is based on quite a few of my experiences moulded together. hope you like it. more later x

I do like to visit lingerie departments in large stores. I find that as long as you are not looking too fervently at the more exotic and flimsy items, you can browse for quite a time. I need to prepare for damp panties, but panty pads work well.

I am usually wearing lingerie when I do this -a bra, panties, suspenders, stockings and usually a slip.

So it was, when I noticed a couple of ladies who were looking at panties and suspender belts. I couldn’t help noticing them as they were feeling the inside of the panties on the back of their hands, apparently seeing how transparent they were and gently pulling the elasticated belts of the suspenders. There was a sort of erotic experience being enjoyed by them and also by me.

I surreptitiously watched their legs and bottoms as they moved around the displays to work out whether they were actually wearing suspenders and stockings and decided they were.

I felt my own panties gently moistening into the panty pad and decided to leave the store before my desires became obvious!

In Guildford, there was a lingerie shop just off the high street. Quite large, with very interesting and erotic displays. I decided that this time I would go in and ask to see some bras and matching panties for a present- and after getting flustered, subsequently leave as being too confused to decide.

After visiting the toilet to ensure I was free from leaks, I went to the shop. The lady serving was with a customer when I entered. I mentally undressed her, exposing her lingerie and stockings to my lustful gaze.

As she moved, showing her customer various different bras, reaching upward and bending low, I imagined her stockings stretching, her panties tautly clutching her bottom, the gusset up by her bottom cheeks and the front being slightly sucked into her clitoral lips, Her shoulder straps pulling the half cups of a Lacey unpadded bra as her breasts were caressed by the bra cups, almost cascading out.

Wonderful imagery and I could feel my own bra cups rubbing and exciting my nipples, my own bra straps were pulling on the cup underneath my breasts, my own panties rubbing my clitty into excitement once again.

I was about to make an excuse about not having time to wait, and leave, when the door opened and a customer came in.

It was one of the two ladies I had earlier seen (and similarly mentally undressed).

To my horror she smiled at me and came over. I noticed her nipples at the front of her blouse moving ever so slightly. “You were in the House of Fraser. I noticed you as you seem so comfortable surrounded by underwear-so unusual in a man”