I've always fantasized about it, Neena wrote. Meeting a man in a bar. Going back to my place. And discovering that he's wearing panties. It’s so taboo.
We were texting one another. A few days earlier, she'd responded to a simple ad that I'd placed online. There wasn't much text--just a picture of my hard bulge barely contained in panties. She was the only woman to reply.
Have you ever been with a man in panties? I asked.
No, she responded. I've posted a few ads myself looking for it. Or mentioned it a few times to people. I've met a lot of men who are willing to wear mine. But that's not what I want. Not someone who is just doing it to get laid. I want someone who is really into it. Owns his own.
I glanced across my bedroom at my dresser, knowing that an entire drawer was stuffed with silky undergarments.
That's not a problem with me, I said.
It’s sexy. I love looking at pictures online. I try to find videos but there aren’t many good ones.
She mentioned the name of a bar in Fort Worth.
I'll be there Thursday night. Alone. I'll wear a dress and be drinking wine. I've got brown hair and great tits. Find me.
She didn't text after that message. I hadn't seen a picture of her and she'd only seen me from the waist down. It was obvious she at least wanted the illusion of being picked up by a stranger.
I showed up in jeans and a button-down shirt. I saw an Indian woman in her thirties sitting alone at the bar. She was very curvy with dark, chin-length hair. She wore a plum-colored faux-wrap dress that showed off her ample chest. I couldn’t help thinking that her clothes might fit me nicely.
I confidently walked up to her.
“You look very nice in purple,” I said. “It’s one of my favorite colors to wear. I’m actually wearing it right now.”
She turned to look at my jeans and black shirt. And then playfully raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?" she said.
I sat down next to her and ordered a drink. She declined my offer to get her a refill.
"I’ve already had one," she said. “I don’t want a stranger to take advantage of me.”
“Because you’d rather take advantage of him?” I asked.
She smiled in response.
We talked and flirted. My cock was already semi-hard in my panties. Some men are drawn to petite or slender women, but my desire to wear their clothes has always led me to tall or fit women with a full figure.
“You want to see my purple?” I teased.
“That seems like something best done in private,” she responded.
“Isn’t it naughtier right here? With someone you barely know?”
She bit her lower lip as she contemplated the scenario.
"Right here?" she asked.
I nodded and stood up. I turned away from her and knelt as if tying my shoe. I felt my shirt ride up and knew she could see the lavender satin peeking up above my jeans.
"Are you intrigued?" I asked when I stood up.
She nodded, again biting her lip.
I leaned in and wrapped my arm around her. I pressed my lips to hers.
"Let's get out of here," I said.
As soon as we were out of the bar, I pressed her to the wall outside and kissed her. My hands slid over her thighs and under her short dress. She slid her hand over my dick.
"You're so hard," she moaned.
"I need you."
She nodded up the street to a nice downtown hotel. We practically ran there. In less than ten minutes, we had a room and were on our way up. I pushed her into the corner of the elevator and we started to kiss. I rubbed her thick thighs and grabbed her big ass.
