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Some of you might not believe this: The internet hasn't always been around. Sometimes it's best just to open with the facts. Before the World Wide Web and the Interconnected Network we know and love today, communication by computer was a far more fragmented affair and one that only tech enthusiasts and p*******es used. Possibly secret agents, too. By the time I was in high school I had researched and successfully wired a not-supported modem to my families BBC Micro. I even taught myself to write a driver for it. You had to press a button soldered into the cable at the right time for it to connect but it worked and I was pretty stoked with the results. This allowed me and my friends to not only prank local businesses with faxes but also connect to bulletin boards. For those who don't know and are actually interested, a Bulletin Board Service was a computer hosted somewhere that accepted incoming calls. The interface was a bit crude but it was pretty cool for a geeky k** like me. A BBS hosted files which people could download, a bit like the internet but you really had to know what you were looking for. Subject matter was usually of a technical nature but sometimes there were jokes, funny stories, even porn. Just not like we know it now. Always a surprise to be had. The ones I used locally had a user account system and you could chat in a forum type setting or leave private messages for each other which they would get next time they logged in. People in your interest group would become familiar. You had the now common pseudonyms and mine was Wednesday. I mostly poked around the jokes and the games sections and occasionally, when nobody was home went to the more adult themed sections.
That's where I met Bernie, aka Creeky. I noticed the name right away and just followed along with the forum conversation, picking up little tidbits of information about Creeky as I watched quietly from the sidelines. Over several weeks I learned that Creeky was a male, 45 years old and lived about 5km from me. He had an Amiga 500 and a Commodore 128 and drove a bus on the line that went very near my house. I could actually catch that bus and sometimes did when I felt like a short walk home. A walk that took me past our outdoor stash of women's underwear and I could make deposits or withdrawals conveniently. So I had probably already crossed paths with Bernie (Creeky). His public comments and posts on the BBS were never of a sexual nature - as far as I could follow but nobody's was. I had to get closer to him and find out more. I hatched a plan to find out what I needed to know about Creeky. Was he a crossdresser? Did he have panties? Were they sexy? Could I please have some? A few of his comments hinted at when he was driving his bus and armed with that knowledge, I began using that bus route more often, hoping to work out exactly who he was and what he looked like.
Over the next few weeks I narrowed down my options based on the above description to one driver. He was about in his 40s, fairly slightly built, bald and wore thick black rimmed glasses, like Roy Orbison. Creeky was never online when this man was driving busses and when I caught the bus and a different driver was on, Creeky often wasn't far from his computer. Now I needed a reason to talk to him online. I thought about just hitting him up directly but couldn't think of a way to start the conversation without scaring him off - I put myself in his position, getting a question from a complete stranger who lived fairly locally and wanted to know about his underwear preference. It would have scared me off so I decided to try a different, more public route. As Wednesday the BBS user, I'd be totally insulated from being tracked down and felt quite safe so I found a forum I knew Creeky read and just typed it out. "I'm confused. Why are guys clothes and underwear plain and boring and girls get a massive choice of fancy undies?" Over the next few hours, several people commented on my post. Most were pretty dismissive as the question really was off topic in a computer tech forum but one guy was interested enough to post a sensible reply. it went something like "It bothers me too when I see my wifes washing pile" or something like that. A couple of days later I logged on to the BBS and found I had a private message. From Creeky!
"Hi there Wednesday. I too have an interest in your question and my solution is to not confine myself to mens clothes all the time. Hit me back if you want to know more."
Bingo! I was in.
"I logged off and spent the next few hours asking myself the same question. Did I WANT to know more? Yes. Did I want to KNOW more? Wow. I don't know. I think so. I imagined what would happen if I fessed up about my hobby. Would he call the police? Could he contact my parents? Was he a predator? What did he mean about not confining himself to men's clothing?
"Hello Creeky," I wrote that evening "Thanks for your message and yes I would like to know that at least I'm not alone in my desire to wear sexy women's underwear sometimes." I spilled out a few more details but nothing specific or i*****l, just in case. I signed off as Wednesday and went to bed in some of my spoils of the week.
Next day I took his bus route home in the afternoon and was both excited and disappointed that he wasn't driving that afternoon. I rushed up to my room, turned on my computer, went through the dance of connecting to the BBS and found another message from him. "Hi Wednesday. I too have an interest in women's clothes. Lingerie especially. I like to see it in print, on a woman and sometimes I even put some on myself. I have quite a large collection, far too much for one person to enjoy and nobody to share it with. I assure you that you are certainly not alone, it's just that most people who do this are very private and secretive. I'm glad you reached out." He went on to describe some of his favorite outfits and finished with "Tell me more about you, Wednesday. What do you have? Where do you get things from? what do you like to do? Where do you do these things?."
I decided not to elaborate about my fun times with Tim and constructed a story about using my Mums and Sisters and sometimes family friends. I don't have a sister and Mums clothes are way too big but he doesn't need to know that. I was thinking about leaving myself a way out in case it all blew up. Describing myself and my living arrangement inaccurately seemed a good way to leave myself an exit. We shared several messages over the next couple of weeks and even got more daring by wearing a bra and panties sometimes with pantyhose under my clothes while catching his bus. It was still hit and miss but the times he was driving, I sat close to the front and stared at him, imagining what he had on under his bus driving uniform. I stared at the back of his shirt, trying to determine if there were any tell tale signs like bra straps. A couple of times I thought I was sure there was something there but I couldn't be sure.
"We should meet in person. My place is discrete." read a message one afternoon. I wasn't expecting that and the first thing I did was disconnect and sit there in stunned silence for a while, gathering my thoughts. No way! I thought. But the sooner the better. I also thought.
I reconnected and re read his message. Then took a deep breath and replied "Where is your place? I'm very nervous and worried about being found out." I typed, hit send and disconnected. I actually went and hid in my closet for a few minutes trying to get a grip on what I had just done.
"I'm in the ###### ###### Flats." He replied a few hours later. "There's a lot of foot traffic and nobody would guess where you are going. I hope you'll say yes and come for a coffee and whatever."
I knew these flats. It was a huge tower block of around a hundred apartments, not terribly far from my house. Far enough that it was off my radar but close enough that I could get there and back on public transport fairly easily. I needed to know more. I could hang around there until he got home and follow him to his apartment. At least I'd know exactly where I'd been invited by this man old enough to be my Dad!
"What is whatever?" I asked.
"Whatever you like. I'd like to meet another panty wearing guy and maybe swap some tips. Perhaps a lingerie swap too. There's no pressure. Just think about it."
"I'm thinking but I'm very nervous. I always thought I was the only guy into this."
"Oh not at all! There are quite a lot of guys who do this. You just know where to look. I haven't had much luck lately finding any. Until now. I'll meet you in the foyer in my guy clothes or at the door in something more revealing. The choice is yours. I get the feeling that you are not going to visit, though. It's OK. Whatever happens is fine."
"And what should I wear?"
"Well I'd like to see some of your mothers or sisters things. If I see anything I like, we could swap something. I'm sure I'll have something in your size. You could bring something in your bag and if you feel like it, model it for me later. I'd like that very much. I finish work at 8 most shifts so maybe after 9 one night? Or a morning would also work for me or one of my days off."
I thought about this message and decided I had enough info to enact my plan to find out exactly where he lived. It wouldn't be easy as I would be expected to be home after 8 most nights, not rattling around on busses around the city. Lucky for me I had volunteered to stage crew for a local production of Romeo And Juliet a few weeks earlier and rehearsals were under way twice a week, finishing at 8 or 9 depending on what they were doing. I just had to convince Mum to let me take the bus home some of those evenings. She was fine with it and armed with a timetable and a bus pass, I got off the bus at the apartments each night and waited around for 2 busses and caught the third the rest of the way home. This route took me right home so as far as my parents were concerned, nothing was out of place. The third week of doing this finally paid off. I was getting off the bus when I spotted him walking from the car park to the elevators. Dammit, I thought. Now I'd have to share an elevator ride with this man who would be sure to recognise me from his bus route. I stood at the corner of the elevator hallway and watched him get in. the doors shut and he was gone. I'd blown it. But then I was the lights above the elevator door indicating which floor it was on. It stopped at 2 and then a moment late the empty elevator returned to the ground floor and opened its doors. Floor 2 then. That's better than nothing. I knew his name was Bernie as a couple of his regulars often greeted him by name on the bus. I ran around to the letterboxes on the far wall and scanned the names of the 2 zero boxes. there were 15 or 16, I forget but one had the name B. #########. Jackpot! I yessed to myself. Apartment 206. I shot back to the elevator and went to level 2, walked along the hallway until I got to 206 and stopped. This is it, I thought. Next time I come here I'll probably be wearing some sexy ladies underwear to show off to someone. I took the stairs back down and ran to the bus stop just in time to catch the next bus home. Mission accomplished. And He was already wrong. I HAD visited, just not yet gone inside. I knew everything I thought I'd need to know about this guy and he knew nothing about me. I knew his name, where he lived, where he worked and when he'd be home. he was polite and friendly and was a serious but secret wearer of women's underwear. He didn't want to get found out any more than I did. I was seriously turned on all the way home and wolfed down my dinner, made an excuse about being worn out from rehearsals and went to my room. I turned on my computer and dialed in. It took a few attempts as there are only ever a few phone lines into a BBS. I messaged Creeky / Bernie and told him I was getting pretty close to deciding to visit but was still very nervous about meeting a stranger, especially in the potentially embarrassing state I'd be in at the time. He soon replied, a little sarcastically about dying of old age or something before I got there and he wasn't holding his breath but would wait a wee while longer. This kind of got to me and I spilled the beans about what I knew about him already. I told Him, I knew his name, his job and that he lived in apartment 206. So don't try anything creepy.
"Quite the little detective there." He soon replied. "I hoped it wouldn't come to this but I too have ways." He then typed in my phone number! I sat bolt upright and almost fell off my seat. HOW??? "unless you want me to call your mother and tell her exactly what you have been up to, you need to think more seriously about my proposition. Just a meet and greet and see what happens. If you do this, I'll forget all about this phone number." I sat there for I don't know how long. The game was up and I'd been beaten by a better player. Bugger. Spoiler: Turns out his friend was the owner of the BBS and all he had to do was call him and ask for the phone number of the person logging in as Wednesday. Too easy. Way too easy.
"I can't do evenings. It'll need to be a weekend day or weekday afternoon." I replied, defeated and slightly panicking.
"Tell you what. Meet me at a public place so I can see exactly who you are and we'll decide from there. Saturday afternoon 4pm, The Cafe in the Botanical Gardens. I'll need to know how to recognize you."
"Don't worry, I know what you look like" I replied.
"How?"
"I catch your bus sometimes and I followed you home."
"Well done you. I'm impressed. What other skills do you have?"
"You'll have to wait and see" I replied.
Saturday rolled around and i hadn't even looked at my collection for several days, not sure how I was feeling about the impending meet up. I was excited but also extremely nervous. I kept thinking to myself that it was just meeting someone for coffee at a cafe, which was exactly what it was but behind all that was the threat of calling my mum. And he had the phone number to do it. If she knew all this, that would be a very embarrassing end to my slowly growing independence. A sobering thought. About 3.30 I jumped on my bike and rode down to the cafe. I nearly turned around several times but kept going with the threat of my mother looming over me. I stashed my bike in the bushes round the back and slowly walked in. Bernie was sitting by himself in the corner by the window. He'd watched me roll up and walk in. I made eye contact with him and he motioned me to have a seat.
"Hello Wednesday. You know my real name but I'm fine with keeping your nickname if you'd prefer. Now just to kick things off I want you to know that there is no way I would have actually called your mum. If shes a good parent she would probably call the police and I don't want that and you don't want that and I don't want to put you in that position. That was really sneaky of you tracking me down like you did but it's ok because here we are at last. I do recognise you from the bus, you're not on every day though.
"Thanks, that's good to know" I sighed. "So... here I am and we've met properly. What now?"
He bought me a hot chocolate and we sat there for about an hour talking about computers and the BBS. It was a good conversation and I do enjoy a good chat about things I am interested in. Eventually the subject changed to him and his situation. He was a widower. His wife died several years ago and although he'd moved from their house into the apartment, he couldn't bring himself to part with any of her possessions. He'd laid out the bedroom with a his and hers dresser, wardrobe and even kept the bathroom arranged like it was when she was alive. He had kept all of her clothes, which he wore at night and did mixed laundry to make it seem like she was still living there, He occasionally used her makeup, just like he'd watched her do it, He even had wigs and fake boobs, bought from a mastectomy supply mail order. He was heartbroken and lonely and was desperate to find someone to fill the hole in his life his wife had left, just temporarily. He had no desire to date another woman and was content to see his days out driving his bus and playing happy families by himself. I couldn't really understand on an emotional level to this news but I sure felt sorry for him. After a while, I couldn't stop myself from asking.
"Are you wearing her things now?"
"Sure. I have on one of her favorite bra and panty sets. I'll show you if you like. Are you wearing anything special today?"
"Sorry, no. I didn't know how this was going to play out so I didn't."
"That's OK. I brought you a gift." He reached down and lifted a brown paper bag from his satchel. "Go in the bathroom and see what you think. Put it on if you like. You look about the same size as me."
I was most comfortable in a 34B or C bra now, small to medium panties. I got up, trying not to attract any attention to myself and made my way to the restrooms. I walked past the ladies and grinned to myself - one day I'll go into one of those! Walking into the men's room, I found it empty so I ducked into a stall and pulled the bag open and carefully, with trembling hands i slowly lifted the items out. There was a black nylon and lace bodysuit. Bendon Bodywear Lustrous Lace was the brand and style. I absolutely loved anything Bendon, A NZ brand which most drawers I'd explored had some of it inside. I had a bunch of Lustrous Lace items, bras and knickers and even a camisole but I had never seen a real Lustrous Lace bodysuit. I rubbed the silky material through my fingers and even brought it to my face for a sniff. It smelled of perfume, like I'd never smelled before. I quickly stripped of my shoes and pants and underwear and slid the item up my legs. A quick lesson in gusset domes and the bottom half was done. I put my pants and shoes back on and took off my top, slipping the delicate straps over my shoulders. The fit was near perfect but I adjusted the straps so it was nice and firm. So was the mound in my pants! I slipped my track pants back down my legs to my knees and looked down at myself. The fit was loose but good. The bodysuit was made of that super slippery satin material with very wide lace trimming. The bottom half had loose fitting legs with lace fluttering around the groin into a boxer short like back and sides. Think of a camisole and French knickers stitched together. I ran my hands over my tummy and chest and tried out a few cheeky poses. How ridiculous I must have looked but I didn't care. I was in the middle of a new experience; near naked in a public bathroom wearing little but a piece of incredibly sexy lingerie given to me in person by a near stranger who was waiting outside in his late wifes favorite underwear kind of experience, which is by no means the highlight of my adventures but it is up there.
Wondering how long I'd been there I snapped out of it and hurriedly put my clothes back on and wandered back out to the table and Bernie. He waited until I'd sat down and looked up from his newspaper. I could see him looking me up and down and I grinned back.
"You put it on, eh? Good for you. You can hang on to it if you promise to return it to me soon."
"Thanks. But I didn't bring you anything."
"Don't worry about it, Wednesday. Bring something for show and tell when you return that teddy. Damn I'd love to see it on and I really want you to see me in these. Not here, silly. What about a flash in the bushes? Just looking."
I took a bit of persuading but finally agreed to go for a walk through the gardens and see how I felt. Part of me was thinking there's no way I'm actually going to go through with this, part of me was saying but you went looking for this and this is what it is and part of me was saying every second you don't run away is a second closer to running away becoming impossible. I was torn but in the end I decided that actually yes, I did look for this. Now I have it so make the most of it.
"let's go, I know a spot" I said. "Not far."
"Then let's. After you, Wednesday."
We walked out of the cafe and down the pathway, deeper into the park.
"have you done anything with guys before?" Bernie enquired as we got out of earshot of the cafe. "
"No" I instinctively lied "girls either". A half truth is better than no truth, right?
"Oh I kind of figured that out".
"I'm not gay" I shot back.
"Neither am I. Yet here we are. That's kind of funny, I think. Look, the way I see it is I love women so much that sometimes I like to pretend I am one. It is for me a kind of worship and a kind of therapy. I wouldn't care if you were a man or a woman, It's getting in touch with my own feminine side and to be recognized, if only by one person as allowing that feminine side to manifest. It makes me happy and if I can help someone else at the same time then that makes me happier. I have no desire to be with another woman as a man but I'm not gay. Maybe a lesbian..." we laughed.
I knew exactly what he meant. It was the answer to the question that I didn't know I'd asked the universe. You know, the question every teenager was asking: Who the fuck am I?
Whatever happened next, I felt I'd gained something today that couldn't be clouded. I relaxed with Bernie and started teasing him a bit.
"This outfit is really sexy. It feels so nice and it smells so good. I can't wait for you to see it. And I can't wait to see you in your pretty bra and panties. Where did you get this from?"
"That was my Sister in Laws. I don't really see her any more. It's awkward but I stole this and quite a bit of other stuff over the years."
"It fits pretty good and I love the lacey sides."
"Stop it, cocktease."
"Just in here." We crossed the path and across a small lawn into the trees on the other side. the dense underbush soon made way under a rogue pine tree where I'd spent quite a bit of time jerking off in and over a range of delightful intimates. He nodded in approval and walked over the far side of the small clearing not far away. He turned around and grinned as he removed his jacket and placed it on the dry pine needles, he turned away and began unbuttoning his shirt. I lifted my sweatshirt over my head and my tshirt came with it, exposing the top half of this beautiful silky teddy. I dropped my tops on the ground and reached for my waistband, It was then I noticed the extent of my erection. With my boy undies in my pocket, my cock was free to push its way out of the leg hole of the teddy and push hard against my trackpants. I paused, embarrassed as Bernie turned around as he dropped his shirt from his shoulders. The bra was exquisite. I had seen and I owned some nice bras but this was proper designer stuff. It was a deep red, like wine. satin full cups with delicate lace detailing on the cups and edges. He smiled at my reaction and outfit and giggled when his eyes moved down to the fully erect penis sticking out the leghole of the lovely garment. He quickly undid his belt and dropped his trousers exposing the simply stunning matching deep v string panty. We did twirls for each other and I felt my hand drawn to my hard dick. I rubbed my hand around the lacey leg hole and massaged my balls through the material while moving my gaze between my new friend and my own outfit. Bernie saw this and began playing with himself while watching me. He had a nice dick, about the same size as mine. Tims was the only other real penis I had seen and both were a bit longer but not as fat as his. The most striking thing was the total lack of pubic hair. Bernie waxed and shaved his entire body regularly as was his dedication. I was good and ready for an orgasm and began speeding up my movements. This spurred Bernie on and he began moving faster, too. I Looked at him and before I could even think twice, my orgasm flowed in, I thrust my pelvis forward toward Bernie and grabbed my cock underhand style and up on tiptoe I came hard. Three or Four solid spurts of cum arced out and splashed on the pine needles close to Bernie's feet. He gasped and then hummed in approval as his orgasm welled up. His mouth dropped open and his eyes glazed over as he shot a similar amount onto the ground. Not as energertic as mine but still a decent amount.
"Ooohhhh fuuck Wednesday. That was so hot I'm so glad you came to meet me. See? No touching."
I wouldn't have minded if he did touch me. What made me cum so fast was the thought of swallowing his meaty shaft poking out of the band of those beautiful frilly panties. I had to have him. Not now. For now I felt disgusted and dirty. I hadn't felt like that before, with Tim. Maybe a little bit but not like this.
"I have to go" I said quickly as I fumbled my clothes. "Do you want this back?"
"You wear it home now, Wednesday. You can return it soon."
"OK." At that minute I had no intention of seeing Bernie again but I kept the bodysuit on and slipped on my clothes. "I'll talk to you later."
I crept out onto the path, finding it deserted I sprinted back to my bike and rode home. I changed out of Bernie's bodysuit and stashed it under my mattress. That night I was pretty distracted by what happened. Enough to make mum ask me if something was wrong. I said no and we left it at that. I felt better the next day and by that evening, was ready to do it all again! A couple of days later I logged back into the BBS to a message from Creeky asking how I was enjoying the teddy. I replied that I'd like to return his outfit next Saturday afternoon if He was going to be home.
That's where I met Bernie, aka Creeky. I noticed the name right away and just followed along with the forum conversation, picking up little tidbits of information about Creeky as I watched quietly from the sidelines. Over several weeks I learned that Creeky was a male, 45 years old and lived about 5km from me. He had an Amiga 500 and a Commodore 128 and drove a bus on the line that went very near my house. I could actually catch that bus and sometimes did when I felt like a short walk home. A walk that took me past our outdoor stash of women's underwear and I could make deposits or withdrawals conveniently. So I had probably already crossed paths with Bernie (Creeky). His public comments and posts on the BBS were never of a sexual nature - as far as I could follow but nobody's was. I had to get closer to him and find out more. I hatched a plan to find out what I needed to know about Creeky. Was he a crossdresser? Did he have panties? Were they sexy? Could I please have some? A few of his comments hinted at when he was driving his bus and armed with that knowledge, I began using that bus route more often, hoping to work out exactly who he was and what he looked like.
Over the next few weeks I narrowed down my options based on the above description to one driver. He was about in his 40s, fairly slightly built, bald and wore thick black rimmed glasses, like Roy Orbison. Creeky was never online when this man was driving busses and when I caught the bus and a different driver was on, Creeky often wasn't far from his computer. Now I needed a reason to talk to him online. I thought about just hitting him up directly but couldn't think of a way to start the conversation without scaring him off - I put myself in his position, getting a question from a complete stranger who lived fairly locally and wanted to know about his underwear preference. It would have scared me off so I decided to try a different, more public route. As Wednesday the BBS user, I'd be totally insulated from being tracked down and felt quite safe so I found a forum I knew Creeky read and just typed it out. "I'm confused. Why are guys clothes and underwear plain and boring and girls get a massive choice of fancy undies?" Over the next few hours, several people commented on my post. Most were pretty dismissive as the question really was off topic in a computer tech forum but one guy was interested enough to post a sensible reply. it went something like "It bothers me too when I see my wifes washing pile" or something like that. A couple of days later I logged on to the BBS and found I had a private message. From Creeky!
"Hi there Wednesday. I too have an interest in your question and my solution is to not confine myself to mens clothes all the time. Hit me back if you want to know more."
Bingo! I was in.
"I logged off and spent the next few hours asking myself the same question. Did I WANT to know more? Yes. Did I want to KNOW more? Wow. I don't know. I think so. I imagined what would happen if I fessed up about my hobby. Would he call the police? Could he contact my parents? Was he a predator? What did he mean about not confining himself to men's clothing?
"Hello Creeky," I wrote that evening "Thanks for your message and yes I would like to know that at least I'm not alone in my desire to wear sexy women's underwear sometimes." I spilled out a few more details but nothing specific or i*****l, just in case. I signed off as Wednesday and went to bed in some of my spoils of the week.
Next day I took his bus route home in the afternoon and was both excited and disappointed that he wasn't driving that afternoon. I rushed up to my room, turned on my computer, went through the dance of connecting to the BBS and found another message from him. "Hi Wednesday. I too have an interest in women's clothes. Lingerie especially. I like to see it in print, on a woman and sometimes I even put some on myself. I have quite a large collection, far too much for one person to enjoy and nobody to share it with. I assure you that you are certainly not alone, it's just that most people who do this are very private and secretive. I'm glad you reached out." He went on to describe some of his favorite outfits and finished with "Tell me more about you, Wednesday. What do you have? Where do you get things from? what do you like to do? Where do you do these things?."
I decided not to elaborate about my fun times with Tim and constructed a story about using my Mums and Sisters and sometimes family friends. I don't have a sister and Mums clothes are way too big but he doesn't need to know that. I was thinking about leaving myself a way out in case it all blew up. Describing myself and my living arrangement inaccurately seemed a good way to leave myself an exit. We shared several messages over the next couple of weeks and even got more daring by wearing a bra and panties sometimes with pantyhose under my clothes while catching his bus. It was still hit and miss but the times he was driving, I sat close to the front and stared at him, imagining what he had on under his bus driving uniform. I stared at the back of his shirt, trying to determine if there were any tell tale signs like bra straps. A couple of times I thought I was sure there was something there but I couldn't be sure.
"We should meet in person. My place is discrete." read a message one afternoon. I wasn't expecting that and the first thing I did was disconnect and sit there in stunned silence for a while, gathering my thoughts. No way! I thought. But the sooner the better. I also thought.
I reconnected and re read his message. Then took a deep breath and replied "Where is your place? I'm very nervous and worried about being found out." I typed, hit send and disconnected. I actually went and hid in my closet for a few minutes trying to get a grip on what I had just done.
"I'm in the ###### ###### Flats." He replied a few hours later. "There's a lot of foot traffic and nobody would guess where you are going. I hope you'll say yes and come for a coffee and whatever."
I knew these flats. It was a huge tower block of around a hundred apartments, not terribly far from my house. Far enough that it was off my radar but close enough that I could get there and back on public transport fairly easily. I needed to know more. I could hang around there until he got home and follow him to his apartment. At least I'd know exactly where I'd been invited by this man old enough to be my Dad!
"What is whatever?" I asked.
"Whatever you like. I'd like to meet another panty wearing guy and maybe swap some tips. Perhaps a lingerie swap too. There's no pressure. Just think about it."
"I'm thinking but I'm very nervous. I always thought I was the only guy into this."
"Oh not at all! There are quite a lot of guys who do this. You just know where to look. I haven't had much luck lately finding any. Until now. I'll meet you in the foyer in my guy clothes or at the door in something more revealing. The choice is yours. I get the feeling that you are not going to visit, though. It's OK. Whatever happens is fine."
"And what should I wear?"
"Well I'd like to see some of your mothers or sisters things. If I see anything I like, we could swap something. I'm sure I'll have something in your size. You could bring something in your bag and if you feel like it, model it for me later. I'd like that very much. I finish work at 8 most shifts so maybe after 9 one night? Or a morning would also work for me or one of my days off."
I thought about this message and decided I had enough info to enact my plan to find out exactly where he lived. It wouldn't be easy as I would be expected to be home after 8 most nights, not rattling around on busses around the city. Lucky for me I had volunteered to stage crew for a local production of Romeo And Juliet a few weeks earlier and rehearsals were under way twice a week, finishing at 8 or 9 depending on what they were doing. I just had to convince Mum to let me take the bus home some of those evenings. She was fine with it and armed with a timetable and a bus pass, I got off the bus at the apartments each night and waited around for 2 busses and caught the third the rest of the way home. This route took me right home so as far as my parents were concerned, nothing was out of place. The third week of doing this finally paid off. I was getting off the bus when I spotted him walking from the car park to the elevators. Dammit, I thought. Now I'd have to share an elevator ride with this man who would be sure to recognise me from his bus route. I stood at the corner of the elevator hallway and watched him get in. the doors shut and he was gone. I'd blown it. But then I was the lights above the elevator door indicating which floor it was on. It stopped at 2 and then a moment late the empty elevator returned to the ground floor and opened its doors. Floor 2 then. That's better than nothing. I knew his name was Bernie as a couple of his regulars often greeted him by name on the bus. I ran around to the letterboxes on the far wall and scanned the names of the 2 zero boxes. there were 15 or 16, I forget but one had the name B. #########. Jackpot! I yessed to myself. Apartment 206. I shot back to the elevator and went to level 2, walked along the hallway until I got to 206 and stopped. This is it, I thought. Next time I come here I'll probably be wearing some sexy ladies underwear to show off to someone. I took the stairs back down and ran to the bus stop just in time to catch the next bus home. Mission accomplished. And He was already wrong. I HAD visited, just not yet gone inside. I knew everything I thought I'd need to know about this guy and he knew nothing about me. I knew his name, where he lived, where he worked and when he'd be home. he was polite and friendly and was a serious but secret wearer of women's underwear. He didn't want to get found out any more than I did. I was seriously turned on all the way home and wolfed down my dinner, made an excuse about being worn out from rehearsals and went to my room. I turned on my computer and dialed in. It took a few attempts as there are only ever a few phone lines into a BBS. I messaged Creeky / Bernie and told him I was getting pretty close to deciding to visit but was still very nervous about meeting a stranger, especially in the potentially embarrassing state I'd be in at the time. He soon replied, a little sarcastically about dying of old age or something before I got there and he wasn't holding his breath but would wait a wee while longer. This kind of got to me and I spilled the beans about what I knew about him already. I told Him, I knew his name, his job and that he lived in apartment 206. So don't try anything creepy.
"Quite the little detective there." He soon replied. "I hoped it wouldn't come to this but I too have ways." He then typed in my phone number! I sat bolt upright and almost fell off my seat. HOW??? "unless you want me to call your mother and tell her exactly what you have been up to, you need to think more seriously about my proposition. Just a meet and greet and see what happens. If you do this, I'll forget all about this phone number." I sat there for I don't know how long. The game was up and I'd been beaten by a better player. Bugger. Spoiler: Turns out his friend was the owner of the BBS and all he had to do was call him and ask for the phone number of the person logging in as Wednesday. Too easy. Way too easy.
"I can't do evenings. It'll need to be a weekend day or weekday afternoon." I replied, defeated and slightly panicking.
"Tell you what. Meet me at a public place so I can see exactly who you are and we'll decide from there. Saturday afternoon 4pm, The Cafe in the Botanical Gardens. I'll need to know how to recognize you."
"Don't worry, I know what you look like" I replied.
"How?"
"I catch your bus sometimes and I followed you home."
"Well done you. I'm impressed. What other skills do you have?"
"You'll have to wait and see" I replied.
Saturday rolled around and i hadn't even looked at my collection for several days, not sure how I was feeling about the impending meet up. I was excited but also extremely nervous. I kept thinking to myself that it was just meeting someone for coffee at a cafe, which was exactly what it was but behind all that was the threat of calling my mum. And he had the phone number to do it. If she knew all this, that would be a very embarrassing end to my slowly growing independence. A sobering thought. About 3.30 I jumped on my bike and rode down to the cafe. I nearly turned around several times but kept going with the threat of my mother looming over me. I stashed my bike in the bushes round the back and slowly walked in. Bernie was sitting by himself in the corner by the window. He'd watched me roll up and walk in. I made eye contact with him and he motioned me to have a seat.
"Hello Wednesday. You know my real name but I'm fine with keeping your nickname if you'd prefer. Now just to kick things off I want you to know that there is no way I would have actually called your mum. If shes a good parent she would probably call the police and I don't want that and you don't want that and I don't want to put you in that position. That was really sneaky of you tracking me down like you did but it's ok because here we are at last. I do recognise you from the bus, you're not on every day though.
"Thanks, that's good to know" I sighed. "So... here I am and we've met properly. What now?"
He bought me a hot chocolate and we sat there for about an hour talking about computers and the BBS. It was a good conversation and I do enjoy a good chat about things I am interested in. Eventually the subject changed to him and his situation. He was a widower. His wife died several years ago and although he'd moved from their house into the apartment, he couldn't bring himself to part with any of her possessions. He'd laid out the bedroom with a his and hers dresser, wardrobe and even kept the bathroom arranged like it was when she was alive. He had kept all of her clothes, which he wore at night and did mixed laundry to make it seem like she was still living there, He occasionally used her makeup, just like he'd watched her do it, He even had wigs and fake boobs, bought from a mastectomy supply mail order. He was heartbroken and lonely and was desperate to find someone to fill the hole in his life his wife had left, just temporarily. He had no desire to date another woman and was content to see his days out driving his bus and playing happy families by himself. I couldn't really understand on an emotional level to this news but I sure felt sorry for him. After a while, I couldn't stop myself from asking.
"Are you wearing her things now?"
"Sure. I have on one of her favorite bra and panty sets. I'll show you if you like. Are you wearing anything special today?"
"Sorry, no. I didn't know how this was going to play out so I didn't."
"That's OK. I brought you a gift." He reached down and lifted a brown paper bag from his satchel. "Go in the bathroom and see what you think. Put it on if you like. You look about the same size as me."
I was most comfortable in a 34B or C bra now, small to medium panties. I got up, trying not to attract any attention to myself and made my way to the restrooms. I walked past the ladies and grinned to myself - one day I'll go into one of those! Walking into the men's room, I found it empty so I ducked into a stall and pulled the bag open and carefully, with trembling hands i slowly lifted the items out. There was a black nylon and lace bodysuit. Bendon Bodywear Lustrous Lace was the brand and style. I absolutely loved anything Bendon, A NZ brand which most drawers I'd explored had some of it inside. I had a bunch of Lustrous Lace items, bras and knickers and even a camisole but I had never seen a real Lustrous Lace bodysuit. I rubbed the silky material through my fingers and even brought it to my face for a sniff. It smelled of perfume, like I'd never smelled before. I quickly stripped of my shoes and pants and underwear and slid the item up my legs. A quick lesson in gusset domes and the bottom half was done. I put my pants and shoes back on and took off my top, slipping the delicate straps over my shoulders. The fit was near perfect but I adjusted the straps so it was nice and firm. So was the mound in my pants! I slipped my track pants back down my legs to my knees and looked down at myself. The fit was loose but good. The bodysuit was made of that super slippery satin material with very wide lace trimming. The bottom half had loose fitting legs with lace fluttering around the groin into a boxer short like back and sides. Think of a camisole and French knickers stitched together. I ran my hands over my tummy and chest and tried out a few cheeky poses. How ridiculous I must have looked but I didn't care. I was in the middle of a new experience; near naked in a public bathroom wearing little but a piece of incredibly sexy lingerie given to me in person by a near stranger who was waiting outside in his late wifes favorite underwear kind of experience, which is by no means the highlight of my adventures but it is up there.
Wondering how long I'd been there I snapped out of it and hurriedly put my clothes back on and wandered back out to the table and Bernie. He waited until I'd sat down and looked up from his newspaper. I could see him looking me up and down and I grinned back.
"You put it on, eh? Good for you. You can hang on to it if you promise to return it to me soon."
"Thanks. But I didn't bring you anything."
"Don't worry about it, Wednesday. Bring something for show and tell when you return that teddy. Damn I'd love to see it on and I really want you to see me in these. Not here, silly. What about a flash in the bushes? Just looking."
I took a bit of persuading but finally agreed to go for a walk through the gardens and see how I felt. Part of me was thinking there's no way I'm actually going to go through with this, part of me was saying but you went looking for this and this is what it is and part of me was saying every second you don't run away is a second closer to running away becoming impossible. I was torn but in the end I decided that actually yes, I did look for this. Now I have it so make the most of it.
"let's go, I know a spot" I said. "Not far."
"Then let's. After you, Wednesday."
We walked out of the cafe and down the pathway, deeper into the park.
"have you done anything with guys before?" Bernie enquired as we got out of earshot of the cafe. "
"No" I instinctively lied "girls either". A half truth is better than no truth, right?
"Oh I kind of figured that out".
"I'm not gay" I shot back.
"Neither am I. Yet here we are. That's kind of funny, I think. Look, the way I see it is I love women so much that sometimes I like to pretend I am one. It is for me a kind of worship and a kind of therapy. I wouldn't care if you were a man or a woman, It's getting in touch with my own feminine side and to be recognized, if only by one person as allowing that feminine side to manifest. It makes me happy and if I can help someone else at the same time then that makes me happier. I have no desire to be with another woman as a man but I'm not gay. Maybe a lesbian..." we laughed.
I knew exactly what he meant. It was the answer to the question that I didn't know I'd asked the universe. You know, the question every teenager was asking: Who the fuck am I?
Whatever happened next, I felt I'd gained something today that couldn't be clouded. I relaxed with Bernie and started teasing him a bit.
"This outfit is really sexy. It feels so nice and it smells so good. I can't wait for you to see it. And I can't wait to see you in your pretty bra and panties. Where did you get this from?"
"That was my Sister in Laws. I don't really see her any more. It's awkward but I stole this and quite a bit of other stuff over the years."
"It fits pretty good and I love the lacey sides."
"Stop it, cocktease."
"Just in here." We crossed the path and across a small lawn into the trees on the other side. the dense underbush soon made way under a rogue pine tree where I'd spent quite a bit of time jerking off in and over a range of delightful intimates. He nodded in approval and walked over the far side of the small clearing not far away. He turned around and grinned as he removed his jacket and placed it on the dry pine needles, he turned away and began unbuttoning his shirt. I lifted my sweatshirt over my head and my tshirt came with it, exposing the top half of this beautiful silky teddy. I dropped my tops on the ground and reached for my waistband, It was then I noticed the extent of my erection. With my boy undies in my pocket, my cock was free to push its way out of the leg hole of the teddy and push hard against my trackpants. I paused, embarrassed as Bernie turned around as he dropped his shirt from his shoulders. The bra was exquisite. I had seen and I owned some nice bras but this was proper designer stuff. It was a deep red, like wine. satin full cups with delicate lace detailing on the cups and edges. He smiled at my reaction and outfit and giggled when his eyes moved down to the fully erect penis sticking out the leghole of the lovely garment. He quickly undid his belt and dropped his trousers exposing the simply stunning matching deep v string panty. We did twirls for each other and I felt my hand drawn to my hard dick. I rubbed my hand around the lacey leg hole and massaged my balls through the material while moving my gaze between my new friend and my own outfit. Bernie saw this and began playing with himself while watching me. He had a nice dick, about the same size as mine. Tims was the only other real penis I had seen and both were a bit longer but not as fat as his. The most striking thing was the total lack of pubic hair. Bernie waxed and shaved his entire body regularly as was his dedication. I was good and ready for an orgasm and began speeding up my movements. This spurred Bernie on and he began moving faster, too. I Looked at him and before I could even think twice, my orgasm flowed in, I thrust my pelvis forward toward Bernie and grabbed my cock underhand style and up on tiptoe I came hard. Three or Four solid spurts of cum arced out and splashed on the pine needles close to Bernie's feet. He gasped and then hummed in approval as his orgasm welled up. His mouth dropped open and his eyes glazed over as he shot a similar amount onto the ground. Not as energertic as mine but still a decent amount.
"Ooohhhh fuuck Wednesday. That was so hot I'm so glad you came to meet me. See? No touching."
I wouldn't have minded if he did touch me. What made me cum so fast was the thought of swallowing his meaty shaft poking out of the band of those beautiful frilly panties. I had to have him. Not now. For now I felt disgusted and dirty. I hadn't felt like that before, with Tim. Maybe a little bit but not like this.
"I have to go" I said quickly as I fumbled my clothes. "Do you want this back?"
"You wear it home now, Wednesday. You can return it soon."
"OK." At that minute I had no intention of seeing Bernie again but I kept the bodysuit on and slipped on my clothes. "I'll talk to you later."
I crept out onto the path, finding it deserted I sprinted back to my bike and rode home. I changed out of Bernie's bodysuit and stashed it under my mattress. That night I was pretty distracted by what happened. Enough to make mum ask me if something was wrong. I said no and we left it at that. I felt better the next day and by that evening, was ready to do it all again! A couple of days later I logged back into the BBS to a message from Creeky asking how I was enjoying the teddy. I replied that I'd like to return his outfit next Saturday afternoon if He was going to be home.
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