Village Mens Club -1
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So a few years after my wife passed away I decided that moving to a warmer climate and downsizing would be a good idea. Maybe some activities with other seniors would be good for me as well. So I sold the big house and moved to a senior village in Texas. A few hundred ranch style units, lots of other senior women and men plus pools, golf, clubs of all interests and warm fresh air.
The units were clustered with each group of four facing a small parklike common space. From my porch I could see the neighbors if they were out and maybe get to know them. I would enjoy the privacy the arrangement also provided as I had a little twist in my life style that others may not get if they knew.
Since I was 11 I had a panty fetish. Mom had found me one day trying on my older sisters pretty nylon panties and rather than get upset she just asked questions. I told her how good they felt on me and I loved the cute look of them as well. So mom figured it was just clothes and what would be the harm so she let me look in a ladies catalog and show her the styles I wanted and she bought me a nice collection. In my dresser was one pair of my old plain horrible cotton briefs that she said were needed for doctor visits and Gym class days in high school where we had to shower with other guys.
I loved every day picking out a hot and sexy pair, nylon or lace or satin or some with both, to caress by boy balls and growing prick all day.
I never stopped wearing panties. When I dated I found out that not all girls were turned off by my underwear choices once the making out stage progressed to touchy feely experiments. A few even found it exciting that a guy had no problem with enjoying his feminine side. One girl embraced it. She said that wearing panties probably made me more sensitive to a womans needs and credited that with my superb pussy eating skills. We were both pretty oral back then. Well she is the gal I married and through our 35 years she was instrumental in training me to bras and stockings and garter belts and satin nightgowns too. Confined to the bedroom for years as the kids were raised, our lingerie lavished lifestyle was wonderful.
After the children were out on their own Mandie got a bit kinkier exploring my oral and anal fixations.
We watched porn dvd's, gay and straight, together and for my fiftieth birthday her present to both of us was a big, lifelike, rubber cock and a harness to strap it on. Following some of the on-screen visuals soon I had learned how to suck the phony cock and loved having her endlessly peg and sissy ass. A lot of dressed up sissy years of loving until cancer took her away.
Back to the new place in Texas. Once I got a little settled I had the urge for some new "frillies" for my underwear drawer. Some new bras and panties were needed so I meticulously explored the Victoria's Secret and Fredericks catalogs for just the right stuff and placed some orders. At the time I did not know that the Village required all packages to be signed for when the drivers brought them. I was not home for either package but the delivery people knew that other residents of the cluster would gladly accept them and drop them off the the right address later.
I had been out for golf in the morning and returned home and showered. I loved showers with the hot water raining on my man boobs (tits- I had a nice pair) and tickling my ass and nuts with the pulsating sprayer while getting clean and also very smooth ( I shaved everything) as a sissy body should be.
All nice and dry and buffed with body powder I slipped into a white lace push-up brand nylon panties that echoed the theme. They all felt so nice against the parts, if you know what I mean. Being lazy I just tossed on a sweatshirt and shorts to get some chores done around the house.
The doorbell rang. Opening the door a smiling guy met my gaze and introduced himself.
"Hi neighbor, I am Butch and I live right across from you. I signed for some boxes that are yours.
I hope you don't mind but it is kind of tradition around here so we don't miss deliveries that might be important like meds etc."
"No problem, Butch. I am Walt and just moved here from up north. Widowed a few years back and getting bored with life alone so here I am hoping to meet others very soon."
"Welcome Walt. Well you have met your first already. If you want we can eat dinner together at the clubhouse tonight and I can clue you in to all of the goings on around here. Sound good?"
"Sure. What the heck. Might as well dive right in."
"I'll stop over around 6 and we can race over in my golf cart and save some energy for other things."
He handed me the two parcels after a quick scan of the return addresses. He final words as he walked back toward his place were. "Nice choices. I like to shop there too."
Would his underwear choices be similar to mine. Did Butch have some sissy in him? This may work out to be a great move.
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