I would like to tell you of a recent true experience of mine.
I always like to wear a set of frillies under my male clothing, and on this particular occasion, I was driving down the M6 near Birmingham, when I decided to stop for a break at a service station. I had been driving all morning , but before I set out from my motel earlier that day, I had slipped into a fresh set of undies. I was wearing black seamed silk stockings, a black lacy suspender belt and matching bra, a pretty black camisole top, and my favourite loose-legged lacy black French knickers. I checked in the mirror before I drove off, and nothing showed under my dark grey silk shirt and black trousers.
I pulled into the service area about 4 hours later, completely forgetting about my femme undies....they were so comfortable, and I was so as ease with them, that I didn't even bother to put my jacket on. Normally I do, just in case, but this time...
I got myself a coffee, and a paper, and sat down at an empty table. The place was almost empty, so I was quite surprised when this young guy came to the table, with a cup in his hand.
"Hi, fancy some company?", he said. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I was a bit taken aback, as there was so many vacant tables, but why not? I reckoned him to be about 30, and I am well into my 50's, but so what, he was a good-looking guy, and I could do with a chat, so off we went, talking about this and that, our journey, the weather, all the usual stuff two men talk about.
Soon I had to excuse myself, as I needed the toilet
"Me too, he said, and off we went to the gents.
As we stood at the stall, he looked across at me, smiled, and said:
" Nice bit of lace ! "
I looked down, and I was horrified to see a wisp of black lace, peeping through my flies !
I tried to stuff my patie-lace back in , but it was too late. He had seen enough.
"Don't worry," he said. " We have a mutual interest ! "
He turned so that I could see, and slowly downed his zip. There was no-one else in the toilets, so he dropped his pants just far enough for me to see that he was wearing powder blue panties, with matching suspender belt, and white lace-top nylons.
"How did you know ? " I asked him.
" Look in the mirror," he smiled.
I did so, and there, under that strange lighting they have in motorway cafe's, I might just as well not worn a shirt ! All my undies were exposed through the silk of my shirt.
" It's okay", chuckled my new friend, " it's not that obvious in the main cafe. I only saw the merest hint of bra straps, and the points of your breasts against the silk of your shirt. That's why I sat opposite.....I didn't want anyone else to move in on me !
" I have a camper-van outside on the car park, if you fancy a bit of fun! "
Silly question, I thought, and followed him across the park, to a big self-drive type mobile home, parked well away from the rest of the vehicles.
We went inside, me first, and as he came in behind me, I turned to speak, but before I had a chance, his arms were around me, and he was kissing me , stroking my bum, and pressing his hot body against me.
I could feel his cock growing against my belly, and I quickly undid my belt, and let my trousers fall to the floor. He tore at my shirt, but as it had press-studs instead of buttons, it came of easily.
Now I was standing there in my lovely feminine undies, with a massive hard-on that was almost tearing the delicate silk of my pretty French panties.
He quickly stepped out of his own shirt and pants, and I was delighted to see, that what I thought was a suspender belt, was actually a full basque in powder blue, with pretty black lace trim on the straps and cups
I really mean cups, too, as this guy had quite well-developed breasts, about a 36C, I would guess !
He took me in his arms, and for a while we enjoyed the feel of our silk-clad bodies, stroking and caressing our silk-clad cocks and bums.
Then suddenny, I got the impression that we were not alone. He had one hand inside my bra, gently teasing my nipple, and the other inside my panties,slowly pushing a finger up my arse-hole; so who was stroking my prick ? !
I lookes down to see a lovely red-headed girl pushing between our cocks, kissing each cock in turn, then slipping my open-leg panties to one side, as she took my throbbing cock into her lovely hot mouth.
I moaned with delight as my cock went past her lovely red lipsticked mouth, and down her eager throat.
I looked at Peter ( that was his name, I found out later) and managed to gasp out;"who is that gorgeous chick who is sucking my cock?"
"That is no chick," he smiled, " That is my brother George! "
I'll tell you next time what happened over the next few hours.....I never made my meeting that day!
If you want to know what happened next, keep your eyes open.
You can e-mail me on "missmann69@yahoo.co.uk