Dennis, the Nosy Neighbor

I told the k** who had been spying on me
that I expected him to come to my place at
7:30 and apologize for his pervert behavior.
He knocked and I called to him to come in.
He stepped into the living room and stopped. I
let him look.

“What? You’ve never seen a man dressed
as a woman before. Sit down.“
“So you look into someone’s window and
see a secret. You’re going to leave it that
way, aren’t you? What’s your name, Peeper?
Mine’s Jackie, Jackie Nichol.”

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Nichol,” he said sheepishly.
He actually looked like he meant it. He sat
down. I hadn’t scared him off.

“This is my hobby, Dennis.” I stood closer to his
chair. “I like wearing
women’s clothes. It excites me. Lingerie excites
me, Dennis.” I stepped closer to him. I put my
hand on his shoulder. “Feel my legs.” I took his
hand and moved it up and down my thigh. He
didn’t pull it away. “How does that feel to you,
Dennis? Imagine what its like to wear these,
to dress like this.” My cock was stiffening under
my skirt, about a foot away from his face. He
saw it. I turned away. “So now you’re in on my
secret, Dennis.” I turned back to him. “Let’s just
keep this between the two of us. Huh? Ok?” He
didn’t answer: he was staring at my cock.
I knew he could see the outline of it. I stepped
closer again.

“We’ll keep this between us, right, Dennis?”

We kept it between us.