Mike sighed as he maneuvered the big motor home into his assigned space in the campground. He'd been on the road for almost ten hours, and he looked forward to a good dinner and an early night. He threw it in park and shut off the engine, taking a few moments to enjoy the sensation of Not. Moving. Then he got out of the RV to chock the wheels, connect his power and water lines, and set up his ground rug, folding table, and chair.
A lifelong bachelor and recent retiree, Mike had bought the motor home and set off to see the country a year ago. He'd been to nineteen states so far, and was looking forward to visiting the rest. That was for the future, though. He was going to be here in the Keys for the whole winter, enjoying the sunshine while everyone else fought cold temperatures and snow.
That night he grilled a nice steak, with a baked potato and a cold beer on the side. He washed the dishes and started a movie, but turned it off and went to bed when he realized he wasn't keeping track of the plot.
The next morning, he woke up to the sound of another rig pulling in to the slot next to his. He grumbled a little bit. Most of the campground was empty; did this guy have to park right next door? Oh, he knew it was going to happen sooner or later--these small private campgrounds filled up fast--but he'd much rather it have been later. He rubbed his face and shrugged. Nothing he could do about it, and it certainly wasn't the other guy's fault. He pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt and went out to say hi to his new neighbor.
"Did I wake you up? Sorry!" Another retiree was bustling around connecting lines and setting out furniture. He was in his late sixties, with thin gray hair and deep-set brown eyes. He had a Greek nose and a small chin, but a big smile. He wore a t-shirt, khaki shorts, and camp mocs. He had a bit of a paunch and very pale legs. He held out his hand. "Jeff, from Chicago."
Mike shook the man's hand. "Mike. Bangor, Maine. Nice to meet you. Need any help with your rig?"
Jeff shook his head. "No, but thanks. I've been on the road so long I can do all this in my sleep. You?"
"A year in, and enjoying the hell out of it."
"What brings you to the Keys?"
"Same as you, I imagine."
"Winter!" they said in unison, and laughed.
"I got out of Illinois as soon as I could," Jeff said. "One more hard freeze off of the lake and I would have lost my balls. And I like my balls."
Mike's eyes darted to Jeff's shorts when he said "balls," and he admired the package. Jeff didn't seem to notice. "Same here," he said. "Maine winters are a young man's game, and they're welcome to it."
Jeff laughed. "No kidding. How long are you here?"
"The month."
"Me, too! Nice to meet you, new neighbor Mike. Knock on the door any time. It's just me in this big old truck."
"Same to you, Jeff. See you around the campfire!"
Mike spent the morning in town, pedaling his bike the short distance to check out the grocery stores, bars, and other entertainments. He bought a few postcards and took some pictures, enjoying the non-schedule of a retiree. After a good seafood lunch, he biked back to the campground. Inside his RV, he collected his dirty clothes and headed to the laundry room. Jeff was emptying a dryer when he walked in.
"Hello again," Mike said.
Jeff startled a little bit and looked around nervously. He rearranged the clothes in the basket set on the folding table next to the machine. "Oh hi," he said.
"I see you're doing the `first day in camp' chores." Mike hefted his sack of dirty clothes and grinned.
"Yep. Never ends, even in retirement," Jeff chuckled.
"If only we'd invested better," Mike said. "We could just replace our clothes when they got dirty and never have to worry about laundry again."
"Well, some things you can't replace," Jeff said.
Mike nodded. "True. We get attached to certain items. I know I do."
"Me, too," the other man agreed. He hefted the basket on his hip, turning it away from Mike. "I better get these folded and stored away before they get all wrinkled. See you later!" He walked out of the laundry room.
But not before Jeff had seen.
That evening, Mike knocked on Jeff's door.
"Coming!" the other man called out. He opened the door. "Mike! Hey there. Come on in!"
Mike stepped inside the rig. It was laid out much like his own, with a small dining area, a couch, tiny kitchen, wet room, and the back given over to the bedroom.
Jeff stared at Mike. "Is this going to be a business meeting? Should I get changed?" He chuckled, gesturing at his own t-shirt and gym shorts. Mike was wearing a button-down white Oxford, navy blue slacks, dark socks, and wingtips.
"You should definitely get changed," Mike said. He started unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. As the fabric spread open, it showed a swath of blue satin. He finished the last button and shrugged off his shirt, revealing the merry widow he wore. His kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, showing white nylon covering his feet. He unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants down. He was wearing matching blue panties pulled over the straps that held the stockings in place.
"Oh my," Jeff breathed. "So you did see back in the laundry room."
"Yes. Go put it on, Jeff. Please?"
"Okay, but call me Jessica."
"Amanda."
"Be right back."
A few minutes later, the accordion door that hid the bedroom opened back up. Jeff--Jessica--emerged wearing a light tan girdle with black lace over the bra cups, and a matching diamond-shaped panel at the belly. Sheer black hose encased his legs, and a pair of black panties hugged his cock and ass.
"Heels aren't very practical in an RV," he shrugged.
"Doesn't matter," Mike said. "You're gorgeous, Jessica."
"This belonged to Martha, my wife. After she passed, I kept wearing her things. She always called me her kinky old man. We had some great times in the swinging seventies. And eighties. And nineties." He laughed.
"I bet you did," Mike said. "You look delicious!"
"Wanna taste?" Jeff raised an eyebrow.
"You bet!"
The two men reclined on the bed, kissing and fondling each other, enjoying the feel of the satin and straps and lace under their hands. Their hard cocks rubbed together, separated by two very thin pieces of nylon.
Mike's hand gently kneaded between the other man's legs. "I can see why you wanted to keep your balls," he said.
"That feels so good, Amanda. Keep it up!"
"Oh I plan to keep it up, Jessica." He slipped the thin panties down the other man's legs, freeing his cock into the air. He crawled back up Jeff's legs, kissing his way back to the cock that was waiting for him. He licked the shaft, paying special attention to just behind the head. A drop of pre-cum welled up out of Jeff's cock, and Mike sucked the head into his mouth, tonguing it clean, then took the whole length into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.
"Oh god!" Jeff cried. "You're a great cocksucking slut!"
Mike increased his rhythm, feeling the other man's balls swelling until at last, a hot gush of cum coated his tongue. He smiled and swallowed, delighting in the salty taste.
"That was incredible, darling!" Jeff cooed. "Now let me take care of you. Stand up."
Mike did as he was told, and Jeff began licking and mouthing at his cock through the blue nylon. He pulled the waistband down just far enough to expose the swollen head, and gently closed his lips over it. His hands reached behind Mike, slowly working the panties down his legs, and taking every inch of Mike's hard-on into his mouth as it was exposed, licking all the while.
Mike grabbed onto Jeff's head. "Oh yes, Jessica! Such a good cocksucker!"
Jeff nodded, never breaking his rhythm, and one finger nudged at Mike's tight asshole.
"Yes!" Mike cried. "Finger fuck me! I'm such a whore for it!"
Jeff's finger slowly entered Mike's ass, then pulled back a bit. As Mike pushed his hips back onto Jeff's finger, it drew his cock out of his mouth a bit. When he pushed forward to sink his whole erection into the other man's face, it pulled his ass away from the finger. Back and forth, Mike worked himself up into an explosion as he shuddered and gasped. His cock burst out of Jeff's mouth, and he sent ropy strings of hot cum all over Jeff's face and tits, as well as his own belly and stockings.
The two men caught their breath, spent by their huge orgasms, and excited for the next month. And after that? Maybe they'd drive on to the next place together.
"We'll need to do laundry again tomorrow," Jeff said.
Mike cracked up.
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