It all started when I was little. There was nothing better than being wrapped up and all cuddly inside my mom's genuine fur coat. Well, as the years passed, my appreciation for that coat only increased. Let me tell you why. I have always considered myself very sensual, and I look back onto those days as possibly the start. When I started down the road of self discovery (as I wrote about in my last story), it wasn't long before I was trying new things in different locations with different items (I will write about the candle in a future story.). My body ached and raced ahead in waves of passion as it craved new experiences and feelings. It was one thing to explore myself in the bathroom under the heat lamp, or another thing to play under the covers, but I had this desire to go further, to feel different things, to be daring and exotic! It was my love affair with that fur! When I was alone in the house, I sometimes would go into my mom's closet and "borrow" her fur. While I used to play "dress-up", now I would play "dressdown" (my name for it). I would start by taking everything off except my panties and put the fur on. It aroused my senses, feeling this wild beast up against my skin (In reality I think it was rabbit, but I imagined it being a wolf). I would lay on the bed or roam about the house only wearing the fur and underwear. As I got bolder, I used to like going into the living room, thinking I was at one of my parent's parties. I imagined all the adults, dressed up in their Saturday night best. Long dresses, loads of jewelry, guys in suits. I would dream of the smells, the perfumes, the snacks on the tables, the laughter, the clinking of glasses. I would pretend I was invited to the party, and I walked around, chatting with all the people. Everyone was raving about my beautiful coat and how wonderful I looked. My favorite thought that kept reoccurring was one of a neighbor, Karen. She was an executive secretary at some big company, and she always wore what seemed to me very expensive and very sexy clothing. She had a great figure, and liked to dress to show it off. When I was allowed to hang around some of the parties, she always took time out to chat with me, talk to me about make up, clothes and school. I wanted to grow up to look like her, and be like her. I noticed guys paying a lot of attention to Karen too, and that was okay! In my fantasy, I would be standing there, chatting with Karen. Karen would be sitting on the couch, and I would be standing there facing her. I imagined Karen saying to me, "Kari, you shouldn't let that fur coat hide your beautiful figure. Why don't you take it off and let me look at you." I would slowly slide the fur off and let it drop on the floor. Karen would see me there, only in my panties, in the middle of a crowd of people. I wasn't showing off for anyone else, and no one else noticed, except for Karen. I always pictured her smiling and looking me over top to bottom, asking me to turn around so she could see my ass, and telling me how beautiful I was. I suppose that she was looking at me lustfully, but at the time I didn't think of that. As my fantasies increased, I modified the dream, plus the way I dressed. I stopped wearing panties and went totally naked under the coat. In my fantasy, after I dropped the fur in front of Karen, she would ask me sit beside her. I would sit on the couch, spread my legs for her and asked if she liked how I looked. Even while I fantasized, I would masturbate on the couch in the living room, thinking that she was sitting beside me, watching me and that the room was full of people.
I spent many a Saturday morning on that couch, bringing myself to orgasm. It almost became a weekly routine for anytime that I was alone. The more I did it, the bolder I became and the bolder my dreams became. I started to dream that all the people in the room would stop and watch me while I came, and that they would all stop talking so they could hear me pant and yelp in ecstasy.
In reality, I got more daring in the house. I would stand in front of the window in the living room, open the curtains just ever so slightly, and then drop the fur. I wanted to be seen, but of course I was totally afraid that I might be seen. Some days I got a little bolder, and opened the curtains a little more.
One day I was feeling especially brave, and I left all the curtains open while I did my little striptease and watched out the windows the entire time, wishing that someone would walk by and look up. My heart was racing, but, no one came by. I wasn't going to let the moment pass in disappointment, so I stood by the window, curtains fully open, and slowly started to caress my body all over. I was always fascinated at how my nipples would harden, and I enjoyed giving them attention while they grew. Before long I had lowered my attention, and was well on my way to orgasm when a car's horn sounding startled me back into reality. I had gotten so preoccupied with what I was doing I was not aware of what was going on outside or anywhere else come to think of it! It was quite a shock to see my mom's car outside, waiting to turn into our driveway. She had honked at a neighbor and was chatting with her from the car window!
Well, I grabbed the fur and ran to my bedroom. I managed to get some clothes on before she came in, even though I had to hide the fur under the bed until I had a chance to put it back into her closet. That was a close call. To think she might have seen me in the window with my fingers at work! I wish it had been Karen and she had seen me. I wanted to be naked for Karen. Well, I got my chance later. That's for the next story.