Linda and I had met through one of those ubiquitous on line dating sites. When I saw her photo it grabbed my attention. We all have certain characteristics in face shape, eyes, kips, those things we can't necessarily define but when we see them we know immediately that we like that face. And she was tall, 5'9", and though not slender she was not overweight. We seemed to share similar interests and lived within 30 miles of each other so getting together would not be a major barrier. Almost perfect. The almost part is because we had not yet met. To remedy that I sent her an email expressing my desire to meet and pointing out our similar points. She responded and we met. Immediately we hit it off and sat and just talked for over an hour before we even noticed the time. We both had other appointments that day and parted by setting the next evening for dinner.
Dinner was a real gab fest, both just sharing our lives and getting to know the other. I was in the middle of a remodeling project for a rental unit and had yet to pick out some finishing items like vanities and mirrors, medicine cabinets, faucets and a few other things. When I told her I was going to spend the next day selecting that stuff she volunteered to help me.
I picked her up and we went shopping. She was very definite in her ideas, making selections based on her criteria, all of which was fine with me as I did not really like doing this part. It was a chore and tedious to me but a fun trip for her. What a find. I had a couple more units that were going to need refurbishing coming up and, if we stayed together, her help would be most welcome.
I did learn that she had very definite ideas and points of view, and was forceful in getting what she wanted or thought was the best solution. All of which was fine with me, at least in this department as I did not really care.
I had been decided that we would spend the day together and go to The City, San Francisco, in the afternoon.
The day flew by and she fixed dinner at her house. Again we sat and talked, watched a movie and ended up in bed. We seemed to anticipate each others wants without having to say anything. The sex was great and over coffee the next morning we simply sat looking at each other like love smitten teen agers. And that is just how I felt.
We had shared a few of our sexual proclivities. One of hers was to be a bit domineering of a man. Sometimes she liked to assert her strength by subtle humiliation of the man. When I shared my liking panties and bras, and to wear them, she immediately wanted me to give her a fashion show wearing her panties. The bras would not fit, but the panties were the perfect size, seven, that I wore. We made love again with me wearing her panties.
Both of us had previous obligations for the day and agreed to get together the day after for lunch and some kind of activity to be decided. I went home, excited and carrying the thrill of finding this woman who seemed to both accept my fetish and enjoy it with me.
After lunch we went to my house where Linda wanted to see my lingerie collection. She told me to go get dressed in what I like to wear when alone. I put on my C cup bra complete with my silicone inserts. I added the long silky nightgown, I just loved the flowing softness and slippery feeling it gave the rest of my body. I mean, how could you not like the sensual, sexy and, to me, very erotic physical sensations. In addition was the extra feeling of arousal caused, I know, by the forbidden part about wearing women's underwear. I had been wearing panties and bras for many years and had identified part of my thrill and fascination as emanating from doing something naughty. Something forbidden. That particular feeling or sensation drove so many human emotions. Not everyone's, but so many as to make it identifiable.
When I walked back to Linda she was standing in front of a window, in a very light colored dress, I just love women in dresses, with the light from behind that showed her form. Her feet were about two feet apart and the effect was a very sexy female form that was both obvious and yet hidden. It was so very sexy that my penis gave a little stir of excitement.
"My, my, don't you look sexy. I bet with a wig and proper make up you'd look like a good little cocksucker. Would you like to suck a cock? I bet you would, dressed like that. But today you will eat pussy. Come over here and let me feel those tits of yours."
