Surprise Brief Encounter
It had been many years since my last sexual encounter with another man. I had stopped crossdressing for many years, too.
I started dressing again quite recently, but my wife seriously disapproves. However, due to some sensitive post-operation scars, she does allow a silky camisole and long hold-up stockings. I bought a woman's pyjama set that comprised a black cami and matching satin shorts. I said that I may as well wear the satin sorts for boxers.
So that's how I came to be wearing black hold-ups with lacy top bands, black French knicker style shorts and a black satin cami under a tee-shirt and tracksuit bottoms this morning in the café. It's a café I only visit occasionally, but I have used it for over 20 years. I was treating my wife to breakfast before shopping in a nearby town. Apart from my wife and I, there was one other customer, a slightly built man in his early sixties.
We finished our meal and started back to our car. I needed to use the toilet, so I gave my wife the keys, and she returned to the car. I used the urinal in the toilet, but as my tracksuit bottoms had no fly, I had to ease the waistband down to release my penis. As I was finishing, my trousers slipped right down to my knees! At that precise moment, the other customer walked in. I was stood there, showing my knickers and lacy stocking tops. I hastily returned my cock to a place of safety. He seemed entranced by the sight.
I started to sputter something about having bad legs, but he said, "I love your stockings and knickers." He unzipped his fly and released a bulge covered in pink nylon. He stepped up to me and caressed my testicles through the satin of my knickers. He pulled my left hand onto his pink panties with his other hand. His knob was big and actually throbbing.
"My wife is waiting, " I said.
"We'll be quick then, " he said and started to stroke my satin-covered cock vigorously.
I was so excited and afraid; what if someone else entered the toilet? That would be incredibly humiliating, but I was too excited to stop. I groped his balls and cock through his panties, and he brought both hands onto my knickers, one on my cock and one on my balls. Then he slipped a hand into my knickers and grasped my very erect penis. I shot my bolt within a few moments, and simultaneously I felt his panties fill with his juice.
"Better get back to your wife, pal," he said as he stepped into the toilet cubicle.
And that was a crossdressing adventure out of the blue and over in less than five minutes. I'm still in a state of mild shock. We could so easily have been caught in the act. The café is on a major road, so my "friend" was probably passing through, and I will not see him again.
I started dressing again quite recently, but my wife seriously disapproves. However, due to some sensitive post-operation scars, she does allow a silky camisole and long hold-up stockings. I bought a woman's pyjama set that comprised a black cami and matching satin shorts. I said that I may as well wear the satin sorts for boxers.
So that's how I came to be wearing black hold-ups with lacy top bands, black French knicker style shorts and a black satin cami under a tee-shirt and tracksuit bottoms this morning in the café. It's a café I only visit occasionally, but I have used it for over 20 years. I was treating my wife to breakfast before shopping in a nearby town. Apart from my wife and I, there was one other customer, a slightly built man in his early sixties.
We finished our meal and started back to our car. I needed to use the toilet, so I gave my wife the keys, and she returned to the car. I used the urinal in the toilet, but as my tracksuit bottoms had no fly, I had to ease the waistband down to release my penis. As I was finishing, my trousers slipped right down to my knees! At that precise moment, the other customer walked in. I was stood there, showing my knickers and lacy stocking tops. I hastily returned my cock to a place of safety. He seemed entranced by the sight.
I started to sputter something about having bad legs, but he said, "I love your stockings and knickers." He unzipped his fly and released a bulge covered in pink nylon. He stepped up to me and caressed my testicles through the satin of my knickers. He pulled my left hand onto his pink panties with his other hand. His knob was big and actually throbbing.
"My wife is waiting, " I said.
"We'll be quick then, " he said and started to stroke my satin-covered cock vigorously.
I was so excited and afraid; what if someone else entered the toilet? That would be incredibly humiliating, but I was too excited to stop. I groped his balls and cock through his panties, and he brought both hands onto my knickers, one on my cock and one on my balls. Then he slipped a hand into my knickers and grasped my very erect penis. I shot my bolt within a few moments, and simultaneously I felt his panties fill with his juice.
"Better get back to your wife, pal," he said as he stepped into the toilet cubicle.
And that was a crossdressing adventure out of the blue and over in less than five minutes. I'm still in a state of mild shock. We could so easily have been caught in the act. The café is on a major road, so my "friend" was probably passing through, and I will not see him again.
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