First time with Brooke.

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First time with Brooke.A few years back I lived on the 2nd floor of a four-flat apartment. Downstairs from me lived Brooke. She was an attractive girl, about a year older than me. We were both divorced at the time and she knew I spent most of my nights alone. She would often invite me down for dinner and vise-versa. Other times we would hand out in each other’s apartment watching TV and talking. I liked her but I didn’t feel that she was interested in me. Plus, she had a boyfriend at the time. He was the athletic type that worked in the corporate world. She really didn’t talk about him too much and since he lived downtown, it didn’t seem like they saw each other often.I liked living alone at the time. Being a crossdresser, I felt that no one was going to see me all dress up in my girly clothes. I wore panties all the time, but also liked to put on sexy stockings and short skirts. I started to build quite a wardrobe with bras, panties, skirts, camisoles, girly jeans, stockings and other lingerie items. I even had a few pairs of heels and knee-high, lace-up boots. I would often come home from work and change into something girly, sometimes slutty and other times cute with the “girl-next-door” look. This was my escape after a stressful day.One afternoon I was doing laundry, mostly work clothes, but I would always wash panties and a few outfits I may have worn. The laundry facilities were downstairs, next to Brooke’s apartment. When I first went down and was loading the washer, she must have heard me and came out for some small talk. I finished loading and told her I’d see her later. After a while I went down to get the clothes out of the dryer. Brooke came out of her apartment and said, “I think these are yours” while holding my favorite satin and lace panties. Without really thinking I reached out as she handed them to me, said thanks and grabbed my basket and headed up the stairs. My heart was throbbing. Every thought was rushing through my head. I must have dropped them when I was switching the loads. But I didn’t notice them. How does she know they are mine? Maybe they were someone else’s from the building. There is a sort of “lost and found” on top of the dryer, maybe they fell from there. “Who cares”, I thought to myself.Later that evening, I was sitting on the couch watching TV. Brooke knocked at the door. I knew it was her since no one ever uses the front door except for her. I opened up and let her walk in like I always do. I sat back on the couch and she sat on the couch next to me. She asked what was on and I said “Two and a Half Men”. I liked this show and she did too. We made small talk about each other’s work day since she is in the same business as I, we can relate. About 10 minutes go by and I cannot stop to wonder if she is going to ask about the panties. She said nothing. She got up and went in the kitchen to get some ice cream. I always had Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer so she grabbed the tub and a spoon. More time had passed as she ate the ice cream and sometimes fed me some. It was about 35 minutes of her being there when she “popped the question”.She took a bite of ice cream and said, “So, how long have you been wearing panties?” I stumbled for a bit and asked back, “Why do you ask?” She responded, “Well you do, don’t you?” At this point in my life I figured that I really don’t care. Plus, if she was offended, she wouldn’t have given them to me or even asked at this point. I told her that it has been since I was about 14 and more consistent in the past few years. I asked her is it bothered her and she said she was just curious. She then went back to eating more ice cream and watching TV. I totally though I was off the hook. “That’s it?” I thought. Until…She turned back to me and asked, “So what else do you have?” Now I güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri was really taken back. I didn’t really want to give her the full answer. Maybe she was ok with panties. But other things might be a bigger issue. I didn’t know how to respond. I had a blank look on my face and asked, “What do you mean?” She replied, “You know, like bras and stockings?” I wanted to hold back and say no. I didn’t want her to think I was a freak. Most women do not know how to respond to a crossdresser. Most women think we are gay, we want to become a girl, see us as a threat, etc, etc. I looked her straight in the face and said, “Yes”.Yes? What kind of an answer was that? What was I saying yes to? I wanted to correct myself but before I could she quickly stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch and said, “Let’s go see.” I quickly stopped her and had to lay down some ground rules. If I was going to show her, it was going to be everything and I wasn’t going to hold anything back. There would be no judging. I had a lot of anxiety at this point and several mixed feelings. Brooke looked at me and said, “It’s OK, I want to see.” I felt relieved. And we went into my bedroom. Brooke sat on my bed with a smile on her face in that “I’m waiting” kind of way. I went into the dresser drawer and pulled out some panties and set them on the bed next to her. She quickly went through them feeling the fabric, commenting on some that were “cute”, and holding some up and admiring then as if she was shopping. Then she asked, “What else?” I reached back into the drawer and took out some stockings and pantyhose. She separated the pantyhose from the pile and said, “Boring…”, but she liked the stockings and said, “Ooh…sexy, you have fishnets.” I was all giddy. She was really interested. I don’t know who was more excited, her for seeing this side of me, or me for meeting someone who actually “wanted” to know about my crossdressing. I went into the closet and pulled out a couple of boxes and set them on the bed. She looked at them and said, “Well, what’s in there?” I opened on and said, “Here, take a look.” I let her go through the first box which she did eagerly. Brooke started with my bras, taking them out, commenting and even holding one up to herself saying, “I’d like this one.” She immediately looked at the size on the tag and commented that it’s big but it might work. She asked which one was my favorite. I picked up a blue one with silver dots. She grabbed it holding it up to herself and looking in the mirror saying she likes it too. Brooke turned around facing me, still holding my bra to her chest and she asked, “What do you do for boobs?” At this point I still didn’t want to hold anything back. I went into the other box and took out two yellow balloons filled with icepack gel. She picked one up, feeling the weight in her hand, saying, “Oh, I see…that probably feels nice.” Brooke went back to the box and took out more of the clothes. She took out some denim skirts, camisoles and tank tops, and other stockings and garter belts. Now my girly clothes were all over the bed. It looked like a typical girl’s room with clothes s**ttered as if I couldn’t make up my mind on what to wear. She went into the other box which had my shoes. The first pair she pulled out were black, mary jane shoes and said, “These are cute!” Then she took out the black patent high heel pumps. She first said, “These are tall, you can wear these?” I said yes and she remarked, “This is probably what you wear when I hear the tapping through the ceiling.” I hadn’t thought about the fact that she could possibly hear me. And then it hit me…she probably knew I crossdressed all along, and yes, I probably was wearing those shoes.Brooke turned back to me saying güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri she likes all my clothes and maybe would want to borrow things sometime. Why would I say no? Watching her go through my clothes and holding them up to herself was really turning me on. Brooke asked if I would try some things on for her and I told her that only if she picked it out. She went back through everything and picked out a black, red and white plaid skirt with pleats, a white cami-top and a red one, (she said to wear the red over the white), the blue bra she was admiring, black fishnet stockings and my knee high, lace up boots. She looked it over and turned to me asking, “Is this OK? Oh and don’t forget your boobs.” I told her it was fine with me but I have NEVER been dressed in front of anyone before and she would have to wait in the living room while I changed. She walked out the door and said, “Ok, but don’t keep me waiting.”I was nervous as hell. My hands were shaking. I kept thinking that this must be a dream and that this is not happening. I reassured myself saying that she wanted to see this and she picked out what I should wear. It took a bit longer since I had to keep adjusting and making sure everything was perfect. Well, as it could possibly be. I cracked open the door and asked if she was ready. Brooke responded, “Are you ready?” I told her I think so and slowly walked out. I had no idea what to expect. Here I was standing in boots with 3” heels, a short little skirt and sexy tops with nice full tits. I even put on the black satin panties she “found” on the floor (I really think she went snooping in the dryer). Brooke called me over and said, “Let me take a look at you.” I stood in front of her and she smiled and told me to turn around. It was like I was modeling. I turned half way, paused and turned the rest of the way around. She reached out and fixed the pleats in the front of the skirt, then lifted my skirt up and saw my panties. Brooke said, “I knew you would wear those panties, they look sexy on you.” Now my cock was starting to get hard. I could feel it trying to push the front of the skirt out. I knew I better sit down before she noticed. We were both sitting on the couch and I expected Brooke to say something. It felt like several minutes passed even though it was probably a few seconds. I got up and was heading to the kitchen and I asked her if she wanted a bottle of water. I went into the kitchen and when I returned, she was sitting kind of sideways on the couch. I walked in and she commented on how cute that I walk like a girl. I really hadn’t noticed it, but maybe it was the boots I was wearing which allowed me to have a certain sway in my steps. Brooke patted the couch as I got close making sure I knew to sit next to her. I set the water down on the table and folded my leg underneath myself as I sat down.As soon as I sat, Brooke started with the questions, “So, how often do you dress like a girl?” I told her, “Every chance I get when I am alone.” Then she asked, “What do you do when you are dressed?” I didn’t know how to answer this. So I looked at her, kind of shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know…sometimes I just dress up and do whatever. Watch TV, Make dinner, clean. I don’t want to be seen by anyone so I have never gone outside dressed up.” Brooke looked at me in a coy sort of way and said, “You look so sexy dressed like this, do you ever just sit and feel your sexy stockings?” She was running her hand from my knee up my thigh to the top of my stockings when she said, “Do you ever get so turned on that you have to touch yourself?” Now seriously, this is like almost every time. I looked down and softly said, “Sometimes.” By now her fingers found the garter straps under güvenilir bahis şirketleri my skirt and was tracing these up to the edge of my panties. I could feel her feeling the lacy edge of my panties when she said, “Do you like to feel your big tits and stroke your hard cock?” She probably felt my panties instantly tighten up after she made that comment, but it sounded so dirty and so guy like. I turned to her and said, “No, but sometimes I play with my clit and tease my pussy.” By now I could see and feel Brooke was totally in to it. Her hand was tracing the outline of my clit through my panties when she asked, “Have you ever had your pussy played with by someone else?” I couldn’t believe what I heard. Brooke’s fingers were now wiggling down my panties towards my tight pussy. She turned and kneeled on the floor in front of me turning me to face her. With both of my feet on the floor, she slid her hands up and down my legs. Once again her hands disappeared under my skirt, up my thighs to my panties. She reached under my ass and pulled me saying, “scoot towards me some.” I was more than happy to comply, but this still all seemed so surreal. She lifted both my legs pushing them against my tits. She pulled my panties to the side exposing my pussy and clit and ran her fingers across my pussy. If it was a real pussy, I know I would be totally soaked by now, but she made due by licking her fingers. The feeling of her pushing against my tight hole was incredible. My clit was dripping and I slowly started to stroke it but being careful not to finish too fast. After a few minutes of her rubbing, Brooke’s head disappeared and I felt her warm tongue teasing my pussy. I had no idea how hot this was going to be. My clit was twitching and I had to let go. I reached up and was squeezing my tits as she licked my pussy, pushing her tongue in. She made it sloppy wet and went back to using her fingers, probing deep inside me making my clit throb with pleasure. I clenched up and pulling my legs closer and was grinding my pussy against her hand. She knew I was ready to orgasm as she kept fingering the magic spot in my pussy. I wanted to grab my clit and she moved my hand away telling me to wait. Brooke pushed harder and loads of cum came squirting out of my clit. It sprayed all over my legs and tits. She wiped up some of it and held it up to my mouth for me to lick it off. I have never tasted cum before, let alone licking it off someone’s fingers. It tasted good. I stuck my tongue out and she wiped her fingers and then I sucked then into my mouth making sure I get it all off.I put my legs down and just sat exhausted. Brooke sat back on her heels with a satisfied look on her face. “How’s you like that?” she asked. I was still trying to catch my breath “That was incredible” I stammered. I was really at a loss for words. “I have never had that done to me before.” I told her. Brooke stood up and tucked my clit back into my soaked panties. She went into the bathroom to wash up. I got up and was so weak in the knees. She came out of the bathroom, watching me stumble saying, “looks like you can’t walk to well, now could you?” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “That was fun. I hate to leave, but I have some work to do. Will I see you tomorrow?” I told her I hope so and she headed out the door back to her apartment.After Brooke left, I went into the bathroom and turned the water on for the shower. I went into the bedroom and looked at the mess all over the bed. “Looks like I have to pick this up before I can go to bed”, I thought to myself. I went into the shower and cleaned up. But before I finished, I had to feel my pussy, thinking of the events that just took place. It didn’t take long to get my clit hard again and cum again. After my shower, I went back to the bedroom and found a soft, silky pair of panties to wear along with a silky nightie. I picked up all the clothes, but this time, put most of them into the dresser rather than the boxes. I even lined my shoes up on the floor in the closet. Moments later, I was lying in bed, still thinking of Brooke and the fun we had.

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