Meeting a man

The thought of flashing and exciting men is very nice. It's good to know your femme side is admired.
Years ago I met a local man online and I arranged to go round to his place. It was a nice house in a nice area. It took ages to arrange as he was not certain just when his wife was out and also he was nervous, never having met a cd before. We chatted a bit and drank some tea. He said the sight of my stocking clad legs and my little pvc skirt was getting him aroused. He asked if I’d stand in front of him and take off my skirt and talk about what I like doing as a girl whilst sort of posing for him. He began to play with himself. I wasn’t sure what to do. I noticed a picture of him and his wife in the room. I was slimmer than her. I know it’s a bit bitchy, but I felt good that I was better looking than her and getting her man horny. Growing up I’d always enjoyed looking at women in lingerie on the net and in mags like Mayfair, so I acted like one of the models there. After a while he asked if he could touch my stockings, suspenders and bare thighs. I was very nervous but excited. I stood there quite passive, it reminded me of times when I first started foreplay with girls and they would be compliant and let me put my hand up their skirts. Then he asked if he could rub his cock against my panties. I bent forward a bit like a lap dancer and rubbed myself against him. It wasn’t long before he shot his stuff all over my silky black panties. Things calmed down very quickly after. As I drove home, I had a constant reminder of what I’d done as I sat there in damp knickers.
Karen xx