Panty Man in Vaseline Towers
A Cum Filled Afternoon Overlooking Vaseline Towers
I'm thrilled that I'm making this step towards greater crossdressing thrills and more excitement. I've accepted an invitation to “drop by” the hotel room of a new cross dressing friend next time he's in Toronto.
He'd posted this invitation to all 12 million xh users. but somehow I think I may be one of a few to show interest. Right now I'm very interested and I await the day when our stars align (preferably our cocks). For me,it will be when I go to TO for one of my regular visits to friends and to visit art galleries and maybe stay into the evening...hopefully this coincides with his business trip.
Well, it happened...I am on the commuter train into “the big smoke” with a small shoulder bag of my essentials...all of them nylon and satin.
I finished my usual visits by noonish. and called his hotel. He was there. It was now a short walk into the gaybourhood and his hotel.
Please understand I've never done this before, I've wanted to but daren't risk it. But We discovered each other and shared similar interest as well as concerns about safety and confidentiality. We both dressed fem when we could enjoyed camming with others who dressed and were married. We were both afraid of consequences and made sure our asses were covered for the meantime.
It would have been a thrill to have met at one of the local gay bars, pretended to flirt. and then go back to his hotel room..except we didn't know what we each looked like above our cocks, as is the situation with C2C.
Instead, I went to the hotel bar to look for a guy with bright red frames on his glasses. Why we didn't use this ID at a gay bar eludes me but at least, this way, we can drink, chat, get comfortable and I don,t have to wonder about where to put my shoulder bag full of panties.
I saw him immediately. He was lovely. He was fit, late sixties. I did my best to play the part of a suburban cross dresser coming into the city for his first date..I was a natural. I even flirted.
His room overlooked the group of apartment buildings referred to as the “vaseline” towers. How suitable except I dislike vaseline...too greasy. His bottle of chilled proseco was joined by two from me...all the way from Oshawa. The afternoon was off to a great start.
At this point, a newbie. like me really needs guidance. What do I do next? My friend who I will call Rod was equally rudderless. We would be the blind leading the blind, both of using braille until we got the hang of this sort of encounter. He started by touching me a lot as we talked. I reciprocated enjoying the back and forth until we fell into each other's arms-not a hug and kiss but mostly for some reassurance that this was going well. Rod said that others would have fucked and been watching tv together by now...lol. We were special.
I suggested that we undress and get better dressed. He agreed and offered me the washroom. Both of us had facial hair so makeup wasn't going to happen.
I was delighted to have a few minutes alone to collect my thoughts. I took a half tab of viagra.I offered Rod some but he had his own. I arranged my wardrobe on the counter and chose my first ensemble. I was become more thrilled with each item...stockings, panties, sheer top - and birkenstocks? I'm a size 14 so no high heels possible.
Entering the living room/bedroom, I was delighted to see that Rod had some well-chosen CD porn on the big TV. And a fresh glass of Proseco-just for moi. And there he was in his lovely lingerie. My panties strained at the vision before me...in case you didn't get that, my cock was aroused.
“Hi sexy!” (He always used that on skype. when we chatted). I replied, “Hi Rod. And the way I said it made his cock lurch forward unto this brocade panties. I moved beside the bed where he reclined and hoped he'd reach out for me. He did. He had my cock in his hand. and I was in heaven. I became viagra-hard in seconds.
I love my cock being stroked so I was reluctant to move but I took a chance and leapt over the bed to lie beside Rod and soon found his lovely panty bulge...and then his rod. He was superb...hard and firm.
So much happened after those introductions. I want to describe each moment but suffice to say, Rod and I enjoyed watching each other perform in various lingerie. Then we cuddled and stroked each other. The way we looked cock to cock was blissfull.
We climaxed by masturbating each other. Why masturbation? We had just met so anything more was risky. It was still so lovely. He came so much all over my cock. It was creamy and I used his cum to lubricate myself.
After that, we watched CD porn and massaged each other's cock through our panties, changing our lingerie occasionally and them masturbating again. It has late afternoon when we decided to make our ways home.
We agreed to meet again, after. all, it wis company's account. We would split the cost of prosecco because it's such an inexpensive lubricant.
Anyone else have similar dreams?
I'm thrilled that I'm making this step towards greater crossdressing thrills and more excitement. I've accepted an invitation to “drop by” the hotel room of a new cross dressing friend next time he's in Toronto.
He'd posted this invitation to all 12 million xh users. but somehow I think I may be one of a few to show interest. Right now I'm very interested and I await the day when our stars align (preferably our cocks). For me,it will be when I go to TO for one of my regular visits to friends and to visit art galleries and maybe stay into the evening...hopefully this coincides with his business trip.
Well, it happened...I am on the commuter train into “the big smoke” with a small shoulder bag of my essentials...all of them nylon and satin.
I finished my usual visits by noonish. and called his hotel. He was there. It was now a short walk into the gaybourhood and his hotel.
Please understand I've never done this before, I've wanted to but daren't risk it. But We discovered each other and shared similar interest as well as concerns about safety and confidentiality. We both dressed fem when we could enjoyed camming with others who dressed and were married. We were both afraid of consequences and made sure our asses were covered for the meantime.
It would have been a thrill to have met at one of the local gay bars, pretended to flirt. and then go back to his hotel room..except we didn't know what we each looked like above our cocks, as is the situation with C2C.
Instead, I went to the hotel bar to look for a guy with bright red frames on his glasses. Why we didn't use this ID at a gay bar eludes me but at least, this way, we can drink, chat, get comfortable and I don,t have to wonder about where to put my shoulder bag full of panties.
I saw him immediately. He was lovely. He was fit, late sixties. I did my best to play the part of a suburban cross dresser coming into the city for his first date..I was a natural. I even flirted.
His room overlooked the group of apartment buildings referred to as the “vaseline” towers. How suitable except I dislike vaseline...too greasy. His bottle of chilled proseco was joined by two from me...all the way from Oshawa. The afternoon was off to a great start.
At this point, a newbie. like me really needs guidance. What do I do next? My friend who I will call Rod was equally rudderless. We would be the blind leading the blind, both of using braille until we got the hang of this sort of encounter. He started by touching me a lot as we talked. I reciprocated enjoying the back and forth until we fell into each other's arms-not a hug and kiss but mostly for some reassurance that this was going well. Rod said that others would have fucked and been watching tv together by now...lol. We were special.
I suggested that we undress and get better dressed. He agreed and offered me the washroom. Both of us had facial hair so makeup wasn't going to happen.
I was delighted to have a few minutes alone to collect my thoughts. I took a half tab of viagra.I offered Rod some but he had his own. I arranged my wardrobe on the counter and chose my first ensemble. I was become more thrilled with each item...stockings, panties, sheer top - and birkenstocks? I'm a size 14 so no high heels possible.
Entering the living room/bedroom, I was delighted to see that Rod had some well-chosen CD porn on the big TV. And a fresh glass of Proseco-just for moi. And there he was in his lovely lingerie. My panties strained at the vision before me...in case you didn't get that, my cock was aroused.
“Hi sexy!” (He always used that on skype. when we chatted). I replied, “Hi Rod. And the way I said it made his cock lurch forward unto this brocade panties. I moved beside the bed where he reclined and hoped he'd reach out for me. He did. He had my cock in his hand. and I was in heaven. I became viagra-hard in seconds.
I love my cock being stroked so I was reluctant to move but I took a chance and leapt over the bed to lie beside Rod and soon found his lovely panty bulge...and then his rod. He was superb...hard and firm.
So much happened after those introductions. I want to describe each moment but suffice to say, Rod and I enjoyed watching each other perform in various lingerie. Then we cuddled and stroked each other. The way we looked cock to cock was blissfull.
We climaxed by masturbating each other. Why masturbation? We had just met so anything more was risky. It was still so lovely. He came so much all over my cock. It was creamy and I used his cum to lubricate myself.
After that, we watched CD porn and massaged each other's cock through our panties, changing our lingerie occasionally and them masturbating again. It has late afternoon when we decided to make our ways home.
We agreed to meet again, after. all, it wis company's account. We would split the cost of prosecco because it's such an inexpensive lubricant.
Anyone else have similar dreams?
6 years ago
