Tony was due back from his parents’, and they were celebrating his return with dinner out, so she’d dressed up a bit. Poppy loved the full slip she was wearing. It was off-white, sheer and very silky. Now sitting there, her perfect make-up and perfume complete, she gently stroked its three inches of pretty lace over her stockings and thought of her husband’s imminent arrival. The slips she normally wore were so sheer that she could see through their filmy nylon both the long lace tops of her creamy sheer nylon, stretched by lacy suspenders, but also that they glistened with shiny silkiness. Because Tony so loved layers of transparent nylon silkiness, she’d gone over the top tonight. Under her diaphanous lacy flared full slip, there was a pretty and full-skirted half slip and then, touching her so-sensitive skin, lavishly lacy sheer silky nylon French knickers. Poppy loved the feeling her lingerie gave her. She thought, 'I'm in lacy nylon heaven'. Nearly ready, she slipped off the silky, and very sheer peignoir she wore, which dripped with lace, and went to find, and carefully pull on (avoiding her five-inch stiletto heels) a perfect calf-length lacy chiffon bouffant petticoat, shining in silky white nylon. Finally, she put on the pretty silky pale blue dress with its huge circle skirt flaring out over her lovely feminine lacy petticoats. As she walked towards the mirror, her skirts swayed sensationally. Just then, her lover arrived, exclaiming, 'You look gorgeous! So many layers of sexy petticoats ....?' 'We’ve a table booked for eight, so you’re going to have to guess how many for two or three hours now and wait 'til we come back home. Then, if I want you, you may find out how pretty they are, and how many!' she laughed.