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Title: Finally Meeting
I sit in the chair, fidgeting, listening to my heart go a ?mile a minute?, as I wait for your knock at the door. I examine my fingernails, for the umpteenth time, disappointed that they didn?t come out exactly right. I keep running through my head all of our messages, leading up to this meeting, wondering if I?ve gone too far in what I am wearing.
I get up, pace across the room, and peer out the peep hole wondering if you will step into view. I turn and head across the room, checking the thermostat, wondering if I have turned it down too low, but knowing with my nervousness that it is necessary to keep from sweating and having my makeup run.
I sit back down. Turn the TV on. Turn the TV off. Then do it all over again, all the while wondering if you are going to call back and cancel our meeting, like last time.
It?s been a year-and-a-half I?ve been thinking about this meeting. A chance to meet another panty wearer that may also be interested in going further than just looking at one another, as we are dressed. It may seem like something small, but after more than 10 years of believing I am bisexual, but never having a chance to experiment, and then having that little tingle about whether or not I am actually gay.
There?s a knock at the door, and I jump 3 feet in the air. Take a very deep breath, tell myself to let it out, then cross the room and open the door. I stand holding the door, wearing my maid?s uniform. Hoping no one I know passes by the door, but excited to know that just such a thing might happen.
You say hello, as do I, and I invite you in. You bring in your bag, and dinner (pizza), and set them on the table. We introduce ourselves, using our online names, shake hands and sit to eat and get to know each other a little. I watch, jealous, as you eat 3 pieces to my one. I?m full after the one, yet I?m likely to gain another pound just by eating that single piece.
I check you out, as you do most of the talking?I?m an introvert, and really like to listen. You?re taller than I am. Older than I thought, but appear in really good shape. I wonder if my oversized body causes disinterest or revulsion, or is there still a possibility of something between us.
You say that you are going to change, and make yourself up. I smile as I show you to the bathroom, and you continue to talk about yourself. I smile again when you comment that I ?look closer to a woman than you ever could?. I know I don?t pass, but I was trying to soften my features, and am happy that it seems I was successful.
You put some of your clothes on, mentioning how you don?t have a chest, to fill an item out. I decide to give you a pair of my smaller inserts, to give you some small curves. I touch your skin, and I tingle all over.
I decide to change from my uniform into a nice long black dress. Then take that off, and ask you to help unhook my bra, which you politely do. Then I slip on a camisole. So wearing our panties, and camisoles, we both lay on the bed.
You continue telling me about yourself, as I lay there and wonder where things might lead. Would I be too brazen to reach over and touch you? Your nipples? The lump in your panties? But I?m too nervous and don?t want to mess things up.
The conversation turns to me, and having relaxed some, I offer up more than just a one-word answer. As I talk you reach over and softly rub one of my nipples. I close my eyes, and tell you how glad I am that you did that. I reach to rub your breasts, to return the favor, saying that I assume you don?t mind.
We move a little closer to each other, talking a little less, but gently exploring each other?s bodies through our lingerie. I then decide to lean over and kiss you. Our mouths meet, tongues exploring one another; lingering before separating. It was a nice kiss. Different. No rockets going off, but certainly not so terrible that I wouldn?t do it again.
But I am after more, and so slide down your body to suck on your nipple, while my hand brushes against your erection. Teasing us both with what is to come.
After a few short moments, I slide your camisole up and slowly slide my mouth down your chest and stomach, feeling your hair against my cheek, as I bring my mouth down to your cock. I move the panties away, and look at it. Clean, and long (longer than mine), not too thick and not quite completely hard.
I waste no time, and take you into my mouth. Sucking and licking, hoping you enjoy it, and hoping that I can make you cum. You get harder, and larger, but I can still hold you in my mouth, as I continue to move up and down on you. I taste pre-cum, and watch your legs move, as I pleasure you. I stop to give you my camera, and ask you to record some, so that I can watch it later. You do, and I go back to sucking you.
After about 5 minutes I stop, and you explain that you don?t easily cum. But I am determined. I try a trick that always works on me, incorporating my hand into my blowjob, and after about 5 more minutes, you do cum. You are amazed, and I am just happy to have made you cum.
You then go down on me, as I explain that I have no staying power, and will cum in just a quick couple of minutes. You say you don?t mind, and then finish me off.
We move back up next to each other, touching lightly, enjoying the afterglow.
Even though I have brought toys, and we had discussed other things, you have someplace to go, and I remind you that you need to clean up before you go. So we both get up and clean ourselves up.
Finally, you gather your things together, take your bag, shake my hand, and are out the door and gone from me. Leaving me with my thoughts of our hot encounter.
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