"I did not even get your name. You know mine. I would really, really like to see you again (outside the store). Would you like to get coffee, or maybe even dinner some time. Here is my phone number. I do want you to call. I don't go in until mid afternoon most days.
Hope to see you soon,
Peggy (Margaret).
The note, written on fancy pink stationery, had been tucked away in my underwear drawer for almost three weeks. It was written by clerk at a department store; she had placed it in the bag with my purchase. She was a handsome mid 40's lady. During our brief conversation, I had let it slip that I preferred older women. I did not mention that I also liked older men. I figured the fact that I was buying panties might have been a clue.
I had taken the note out at least 20 times, but could not bring myself to call the number. I don't know what kept me from calling. Perhaps it was the fact that a brief fling with a dominating alpha male had taken up a lot of my time.
But this lady and her note had been beckoning me. I had had two previous flings with older women, one of which was a one time thing with my mother. The other was with the wife of an older man who had initiated me into male sex. I had the feeling this one would be very good in bed, The fact that she wrote that note lead me to believe that.
Part of the reason I hadn't called was the timing. I was sure she was expecting a quick reply and now a lot of time had passed. Was she angry? Or had she completely forgotten the slightly built college boy?
I paced around the apartment, trying to get the courage up to call the number. It had been a while since I had been with a woman and I missed it. And if I still wanted to think of myself as "bi" I would need to get back to the fairer sex.
I finally picked up the phone. The cord had become tangled, so I unraveled it while the dial tone hummed. I dialed the number. After what seemed like a hundred rings, an out-of-breath woman's voice came over the line.
"Hello? Hello?"
"Hi, you probably don't remember me. but I was the guy who bought the panties 'for my mother.' I..."
Oh hi, Betty, I see. Right now. Can't it wait? Oh Okay, meet you at the store in twenty minutes."
Now I was trying to figure out what was going on. "Peggy? what..."
"I said I would meet you at the store. Twenty minutes got it?"
"Okay, you want me to meet you there?"
'Yes," Then her voice was muffled, "It's Betty down at the store, I need to go." Then she whispered, "Be there!"
All I had time to do was change to a clean shirt and swish a little mouthwash. So what if she was married. That would just make it three for three.
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I did not want to linger around the women's intimates section so I circled around looking for Peggy to arrive. I was standing in the men's underwear department when I felt someone behind me. It was her, as pretty as I had remembered. Only her hair was down and she was much more casually dressed. She had on a floral print sundress and white canvass deck shoes, It looked as if she had hurried to get here. That was a good sign that she was eager to see me. Or maybe glad to get away from whoever she had at home. I started to ask a lot of questions, but she stopped me.
"Not here. There is a coffee shop across the parking lot, I'll meet you there."
On my way, I wondered about the wisdom of seeing another married woman. But then, wisdom was not my greatest attribute lately.
She was seated at a table in the back when I got there. She had a radiance about, like it was Christmas morning.
"Hi, I guess you are wondering about all the cloak and dagger stuff?"
"I'm guessing you are married or otherwise involved, and that you don't want anyone at work to know you are meeting someone half you age for...whatever it is."
"That is pretty close. So why did you stick around after the phone call?"
"I did tell you that I am attracted to older women, and you are the prettiest lady I have seen. I have no problem with you being married, It would seem that most mature women are. So, are you married?"
"Yes, but it's not a simple as that. But let's talk about you. How long have you been wearing women's panties?"
"What?"
"You heard me. And don't give me that bullshit about buying them for your mother."
"Okay they were for me. But that was the first time. Honest."
"Then why now? You are, what, 20? 22? I would think you would have indulged that fantasy years ago, maybe with Mom's panties, maybe a sister's. Of course, you are in college; that's a time to experiment!
"That's it, I was experimenting. I wanted to see how they feel."
"And how your cock looks in panties. Goodness knows I have been imagining how you look wearing them."
"Really? I was picturing how you looked in them, too."
"You have? I hope you didn't embellish too much. I would hate to disappoint."
"So you are saying I will get a chance to evaluate you?"
"No, maybe. That will depend on several things. My husband being the main factor. But not how you think.
"I'm not sure what to think, anymore, but I suppose I'm up for anything."
"Give me your number and I will call you. I have to go now. Wait for my call. I want to kiss you but this is not the place. Soon though."
She was gone in a flash. Leaving me with many more question than answers. But if it meant getting it on with this lovely lady, then I could wait.
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Another week passed before I heard her voice on my answering machine.