Meeting my Ex-Girlfriend's New Boyfriend

Not long after I got out of the service, I met Trish at a house party. She was a hot little brunette with a great body and we hit it off right away. After a few months of dating we ended up moving in together and she was a great lover...with one little quirk. She always wanted me to wear a pair of her panties while we were having sex. I readily obliged because she was so good on her back and also gave the best blow job I've ever had. I got used to wearing her underwear and have to admit that I looked and felt very sexy in them. She wore very feminine sheer nylon bikinis, some trimmed with lace, ruffles and bows in every color you could imagine. It wasn't long before I would go directly to her pantie drawer when she was gone and get a throbbing hard on while exploring her silky things and deciding which of them to wear. As I pranced around the house in her panties, I found myself swinging my hips and putting a little wiggle in my walk, loving the feel of my little cheeks jiggling in the snug nylon fabric that was caressing my ass. My favorite thing was to end up in the bathroom in front of the full length mirror, turning around and jacking off while looking at my ass covered in lace. I realized that I had a very fem little fanny and would start to cum after just a few strokes while looking at it. I started to imagine how sexy it would be to let another guy see how nice I looked in her panties and maybe even let him watch me stroke my seven inches while wearing them. I looked so much like a girl from behind and with a little practice, I knew I could wiggle my ass as well as any of them and I wanted to show it off. That's when I knew I wanted to wear more than just her panties. It got to where I could hardly wait for Trish to leave the house so I could try on some of her other things. I Beşevler escort found that I could fit into most of her clothes, though they were a little snug. I liked the feeling. I'm slender and pretty leggy at 5'10" and 153 pounds. I could wear most of her lingerie, bras, hot pants, skirts and even a couple of her summer dresses but unfortunately, my feet didn't fit in her heels and her pantyhose were too small. I knew I would take care of that at some point because the thought of slipping into a pair of high heels wearing sheer nylons and a short-tight skirt made me tremble with excitement. Anyway, we were together for almost a year before we broke up for a variety of reasons. She stayed in the house we were renting and I moved out, but not without taking a few selected items from her lingerie and panty drawer. I wanted to continue cross dressing and wasn't sure how I would be able to come by sexy things on my own. However, over the next few months I did muster up the nerve to buy things I liked at stores in the mall, adult bookstores, on line and even garage sales, which to my surprise offer a lot of women's clothing. Going out in public wearing feminine things under my 'straight' clothes was exciting for me and eventually became the 'norm. I always wore a pair of lace panties and often a bra, garter belt and nylons or sheer pantyhose. Anyway, I hadn't seen Trish for six or seven months until one night I went out for a beer at the neighborhood tavern. I was wearing a skimpy pair of red bikini panties trimmed in white lace, the matching bra, a loose fitting button down shirt, snug white jeans and sandals. And there she was, sitting at the bar with a guy. There were only a few patrons in the place and I thought about turning around and leaving, but Çankaya escort bayan I was thirsty and took a seat at the end of the bar. I had just ordered my beer when she noticed me. "Hi Tommy, how are you?" she called out. "Why don't you come down and sit with us. Let me buy you a drink." I just waved at them as my beer arrived and took a nice long drink of it. "C'mon down here Tommy. There's someone I want you to meet," she insisted. Reluctantly, I grabbed my beer and walked over to them, pushing a bar stool aside and leaning on the bar next to what I guessed was her new boyfriend.* "Tommy, this is Dan. Dan, this is Tommy, a new friend of mine," she said as she introduced us. We exchanged an awkward handshake and I took another pull from my frosted mug. He was handsome, fit, dressed casual and smoking a cigarette. "So, how have you been?" Trish asked with a bit of a slur. It appeared they had been there for a while. She never did hold her booze very well. "Doing fine," I replied. "Just stopped in for a quick cold one." "It's nice to see you again." She leaned toward me and asked," So tell me, do you still wear panties?" I blushed and took a swig of my beer as Dan turned to look at me. "Well, uh. That's kind of personal Trish," I stammered. She grabbed Dan's arm and began talking rather loudly,*"He looks so hot in my panties, you wouldn't believe it! His little ass is so cute!" I was embarrassed and getting ready to leave when Trish excused herself and headed for the bathroom. Dan waved to her vacant stool and said, "Why don't you sit down and let me buy you another beer?" I took the seat and after our drinks came, he scooted closer to me and rested his hand on my knee. "So, you didn't answer Trish's question. Do you still like wearing girls Escort Cebeci panties?" he asked, inching his hand closer to my crotch. I couldn't believe he was coming on to me right in the bar but it felt good and I was horny. I spread my legs a little, letting him know I liked it. "And what color panties are we wearing tonight?" he asked, moving his hand up my thigh. "Uh... they're red," I mumbled. Then without thinking added, "Lace bikinis." He pulled his stool closer and rested his hand directly on my cock, then whispered in my ear,*"A guy in panties makes my nine inches rock hard, and I'm getting there right now." I reached down and brushed my hand across the big bulge in his jeans, looking around to be sure nobody was watching. "Yes, I can see that. I bet Trish has fun with this.""Yeah, she does and you can too, baby. I know you like it. Can I call you sometime?" He was making me so horny I was nearly breathless. "Yes, you can call me," I murmered. I stood and asked the bartender for a pen. While I was leaning over the bar writing my phone number on a napkin for him, he reached down and caressed one of my ass cheeks, gently kneading it with his hand. "Oh yes, this is nice." he whispered. "You really do have a nice little ass, sweetie." I turned to face him and looked around. The two guys at the far end of the bar were involved in their game of pool and the bartender was washing glasses with his back to us. I stuck the napkin with my phone number in the pocket of his jeans, making sure to brush my hand over his stiff cock while I did. One hand still on my ass, he pulled me closer and put his other hand on the front of my jeans and started massaging my lace covered cock, basically jacking me off with my pants on right there in the bar. I let out a whimper and he knew I loved it. I rested a hand on his shoulder, leaned down and whispered in his ear,*"Danny, you're going to make me cum right in my panties if you don't stop it.""That's a good girl," he said, as he worked his hand faster and faster across the front of my jeans. "Soak those pretty little red panties for me right here.