My very first time

I haven't shared this with many people, but I experienced my very first orgasm on a sheepskin rug. Honestly. One day, a long time ago, home alone I had myself a nice hot bath, drank a nice chilled bottle of white wine and put on one of mom's sexy black tights. I still can remember vividly that evening because of the tingles that I still experience today when I feel nylon against my inner thighs. It reminds me instandly of that glorious day in the month of July. After a hard period of studying and setting some very important exams I wanted to experience all the luxuries that life had to offer me an evening alone in the house. Nice smellies, nice wine, nice music, nice lingerie, etc. Well, I had to do with what I had around the house but the bath was very relaxing and the white wine very cool. After having dried myself, I did something that I still do when I'm feeling in the mood for it. I ran the chilled bottle of wine just out of the fridge against my naked body. Now I really longed to experience all the sensual feelings that came up. I got upstairs and looked into mom's draws for something nice to wear. The first thing I happened to come across were a couple of packages of lovely black nylon tights. The blond lady on the package looked really devine with her long legs encased in black nylon. Oh God, I had to have these. Mom wouldn't miss the one out of the many she had. I took the single package to my bedroom. I stared at the lady on the package. She was trully devine. Gone was the shame that I had the past schoolyear when I caught myself at boarding school staring at the black tights of the older girls or teachers. I was feeling so excited that my body started to tingle all over. I opened the package quickly and felt the nylon against my skin. I felt so good. I needed to feel them fully on my legs, so I carefully pulled the tights on. My brain was racing. This was too much. I went back into my parent's bedroom to use their big standing mirror. The nylon felt so lovely against my lower body. I was looking at myself in the mirror and started to compare myself to the lady in the photograph. I tried a simular pose on the sheepskin rug in front of the mirror. Oh god, it felt so good, so safe that I closed my eyes and started to touch myself. I was drunk with emotion. I imaged myself and the blond lady touching each other over and over again. The sheepskin against my shoulders, the nylon around bum cheeks, my hands all over my body. It was trully beyond words.