Village Mens Club -2
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Butch's comment about where he shops (Victorias Secret and Fredericks) had me asking a lot of unspoken questions but I let them all pass and took my new unopened treasures to my bedroom.
In moments the boxes were opened and the pink tissue inside each of them was unfolded to reveal 3 new panties in one and 2 new bras in the other. The high cut style panties, in wine, white and purple, were made of the latest bamboo fiber material. As soft and silky as nylon but supposed to be cooler to wear (good for Texas weather). Front and back were solid panels and stretchy lace connected the two. The open lace parts covered my whole bottom and looked so cute as I modeled them in the mirrored closet doors. The bras mostly lace with satin undercups and lace up the straps as well. A pale blue one with antique white trim and a pure virginal white one. Neither had any padding which was fine as my natural tits could push out a B cup just fine.
After a pleasant spell of admiring my new choices I folded and put them away reverting back to the white lace bra and nylon panties I had on before the intro to Butch. A little freshening up and I was ready to see how dinner with him at the clubhouse would go.
I heard an odd horn beep, looking out the window, Butch had shown up with his golf cart. Seems like everyone had one to run around the villages in. I left. Halfway down the walk he met me and placing his hand on my back directed me to the passenger side. As he got behind the wheel I noticed that one of his shirt buttons was open making a significant gap. I soon knew that I was staring at a pink garment and certainly not an undershirt.
"Ready?" said Butch.
Seeing my eyes focused on the shirt opening he asked. " Do you like pink? How about pink satin?"
I kind of shook my head. "What?"
"Well Walt you seem very interested in what is under this shirt so I will tell you. A pink satin, white lace trimmed, extremely comfy and sexy bra." "Tell me about yours!"
"My what?"
"Your bra, you idiot." " I know it is lace by the patterning effect showing thru your shirt. But what color, What style? Inquiring minds want to know."
"How did you know?"
"Educated guess and minor investigation. Packages from to womens underwear stores, my quick feel of the straps and the back band getting into the cart and the low cup lines I see looking at you from the side right now." "Am I wrong?" "You are crossdressing under there right?"
Flushed with embarrassment I had to admit I was.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." With that he opened a few more buttons and held his shirt front open for me to gaze at and enjoy the vision of his hot bra.
I wiggled a bit in the seat as I was getting stiff and uncomfortable down below.
"Gettin a hardon right? Now I need to see your `undershirt'. Looking at either sex in a nice bra always gets me excited too."
Guess I was outted but he did not seem weird about it so I undid my top, opening it like theater curtains to give Butch and eyeful of my hot bra and now slightly swollen tis with hard nipples poking at the fabric holding them.
"Holy shit! You have a nice rack for a guy and your lingerie choice is off the charts". After that he buttoned up and hit the gas. I soon had all my buttons secured as well as we drove to the other end of the complex to eat.
Butch explained how no one really cared what anyone wore under or on top around here. We had ll earned the right to be anyway we were happy to be. The he went on to explain that while the female to male ratio here was not all that bad, 80% of the women had no interest in sex while 80% of the men needed it. Critical to happiness he said.
Over dinner he went on to explain that a number of gents had been feminized, sissified, bra trained, emasculated and even regularly pegged by their spouses when they were together. Now widowed like us, he said, or stuck with an unwilling partner, other avenues of relief were frequently explored around here. He sure had my interest piqued, if not other parts perked up as well. Heading back to our units he invited me to the friday afternoon mens card club meeting saying we could talk tomorrow about the details of membership and benefits.
Back in the house I was so horny thinking about all of this and that another sissy lived next door that I stripped to my undies, stuck my favorite silicone phallus on the headboard and sucked on it while I jerked off twice, coming in my hand and gobbling it up both times.
Still interested? Guess what- it ain't a card club!
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