Part one of this story was how I was introduced to my new dressing friend by an of chance meeting at another friends house who as I am aware at this time does not know of mine or old toms sexual preferances.
As I ventured into the room to my right there was an airer on the left wall a dressing table just past that with various array of make up items, to the right as you go in there was a bed made up with an eiderdown over the top, but on the far away wall was a wardrobe which was the object of my desire I hope.
On opening the wardrobe the items of female atire was fantastic with slips,knickers,bra`s,corsolette`s and corsets.
Tom`s wife had been a little larger than me which was great as the items of clothing were I hope going to fit without me struggeling too much.
The whole time which was about three to four min`s tom had been taking his trousers, shirt and socks off to show me and to admire himself in the mirror on the dressing table and was also peering over my shoulder to see the items he knew where there but to admire them as he does every time he looks at them.
When faced with an array of clothing at face level and no one to find your tresure trove hidden in the garage its like being in a sweet shop and loads and loads of money to buy anything you want, I had a mixture of feelings both sexual and happiness and pre cum ouzing from my clitty inside my satin knicks i was wearing which i forgot I was wearing when I left home earlier.
The invite from tom was still on my mind when he placed his hands on my shoulders and asked if i had every thing i needed for our kink as he put it, which I replied oh yes and more ? where do you keep your stockings.
As tom went over to the other part of the wardrobe to my right to show where the stockings were kept I thought it was about time I showed him what i was wearing took of both my shoes and socks, jeans and shirt to stand there in satin gold knickers complete with wet patch on the front from pre cum.
There were ff nylons hanging from hangers and new packets on the shelfs on the right with an assortment of wigs on the other shelves, tom turned to look at me and comented on my lovely satin knickers but threw on a satin dressing gown over his shoulders and said that he was going down stairs to make a cuppa and jion him down there when i am ready dressed or not.
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