My parents had gone away on vacation for a week. I was thrilled!
On my own for a whole week, free to do whatever I liked. And truth be told, what I liked was being nude, as well as dressing in women’s clothes. The first day they were away, I began enjoying my newfound freedom.
I am very slight of build, feminine really. My body is hairless save for in my crotch.
After dinner, I decided I wanted to enjoy myself nude. I turned off all the bright lights in the house, and left on a few lights that were dim. All the blinds in the house were open. I stripped off all my clothes and walked about the house completely nude, my hard cock swinging up and down, back and forth as I strutted my stuff.
Then I decided to put on a white bra and panties that I had stashed in my room. I felt so sexy and naughty! My hair is long, going down past my shoulders.I looked out the window toward my neighbor’s house. His name was Mr. Rushman. Mr. Rushman was retired and was, I guessed, about sixty-five years old. His wife had died about four years back. He struck me as lonely.
Whenever he saw me outside, he made it a point to strike up a conversation. Whenever we talked, the way he looked at me made me feel like he was somehow attracted to me. This realization had always turned me on, and I would notice myself taking on feminine mannerisms as we chatted.
He always took a great interest in me, and it seemed to be twinged with some sexual feelings. I felt quite flattered by his attention.
Mr. Rushman had lights on in the house, and I would now see him at times walking by a window.
I headed downstairs and made my way to my dad’s liquor cabinet. I mixed myself a strong screwdriver. I wished to get buzzed, and so I downed half the screwdriver quickly.
Soon I’d finished the rest of the screwdriver, and under its influence I decided to throw caution to the wind. I decided I would head out into the backyard nude. I was actually hoping that perhaps Mr. Rushman would get a glimpse of me.
But first I made myself another strong drink and headed back upstairs. In my room, I went to one of my dresser drawers where I pulled out some pink lipstick and pink eyeliner. I applied these in front of a mirror, then decided to go all out. I went back to the drawer and removed some fake eyelashes I had, and I applied these. Then I went to my closet and pulled down a box in which I hid some black spiked heels. I put them on, took a big belt of my drink, and walked over to a full length mirror hanging on the inside of my bathroom door. I turned on the bathroom light and checked myself out. Wow, I looked hot.
Then it occurred to me it would be a real turn on to smoke a joint. I had one already rolled in my night table drawer. I retrieved it and fired it up, laying propped up sideways on my bed as I smoked it. I felt my cock getting even harder as I got high. Pot had a strong aphrodisiac effect on me, even more so when mixed with booze.
I smoked about two thirds of the joint and wow was I buzzed now. I walked back to the mirror. Oh man, was I hot looking. I danced a bit in front of the mirror. My cock stuck up out of my panties and I stroked it a bit until there was precum escaping from its tip. OK, I was primed and ready for my excursion outside.
I turned on the rear house light, which illuminated the yard (it was a yellow light, and so while it lit up the yard it did so in a rather muted way). Then I poured myself another drink and with it I opened the back door and ventured out into the yard.
We had a picnic table in the middle of the back yard. I approached it and sat on the table proper with my high heels resting on one of the benches. I took a swig of my drink and looked over at Mr. Rushman’s house.
It was lit up inside and I could see him in there moving about from room to room. But he was not looking out at all, and my heart sank as I realized he probably would not see me.
Soon I finished my drink.
Then, as luck would have it, his back porch light went on. The back door opened, and I saw Mr Rushman appear on the porch, a drink in hand. I watched as he surveyed his yard and then glanced over to my yard. I think he made out my figure sitting on the picnic table. He moved up close to the screen that faced my yard, and he fixed his gaze on me.
And here I was, dressed in panties and bra.
Emboldened by the vodka and reefer running through my veins, I waved and called out.
“Hi, Mr Rushman,”
He waved back and called, “Hi, Terry.”
He walked to the porch screen door, opened it, and descended into the yard. Then he walked over to where I was seated.
“My, don’t you look lovely,” he said. “ I’ve often imagined how you would look dressed in such a way. You look even better than I’d imagined. Where are your folks this evening?”
He was not shy about looking me over. As I saw him drinking me in, my cock started getting hard again and made my panties tent out. I opened my legs wider so he could appreciate this.
Then I answered his question.
“They’re on vacation at the shore for the week.”
His eyes were now fixed on my bulging cock.
“Say, how’d you like to come over and keep me company? And I have something to show you that I think you’ll appreciate.”
“Sounds great,” I said with the sexiest voice I could muster. “Is it ok if I come over dressed like this?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied and held out his arm. I got off the picnic table, held onto his waiting outstretched arm, and we headed over. I wiggled as I walked, knowing I was giving him the hots.
We went in to his living room and I sat on the couch. He remained standing and said,” I have something to show you which I think you’ll like. But you must promise me that everything –what I’m going to show you, and whatever we do here, will be our little secret. You must tell nobody. Can you promise?”
Curiosity was getting the better of me. I said, “I promise. Our secret.”
“Good,” said Mr Rushman. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared but soon he returned with a photo album. He sat on the couch quite close to me and said, “I think you’ll really like this.” Then he took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and offered me one.
“Wow, thanks, Mr Rushman” I said, taking one of the cigarettes from the pack. He lit it for me and I puffed on it.
Then he put his arm around me and opened the photo album on his lap with his free hand. The first picture was of a teenage boy with long hair wearing makeup and dressed in girl’s panties and bra and posing sexy for the camera. His cock protruded from the top of the panties.
"You know," he said, "one day I could see you in your attic window. You were dancing around in a negligee looking damn sexy… Don’t be emabarassed, it’s perfectly normal and we have a lot in common, you like to dress and tease like a girl and I like watching."
I couldn’t take my eyes off the picture and my cock started getting hard. Mr.Rushman must have noticed and he moved his hand down to my cock and rubbed it through my panties. I was tipsy and feeling so turned on by this elderly gentleman who seemed turned on by me.
He flipped the page of the album. Here was the same boy with his panties down around his ankles; he was jerking his erect cock.. Wow, my cock stirred some more and Mr. Goodman rubbed it and said, “Hey, I think you like these pictures as much as I do”.
I said, "Yeah, I do”.
Then he said, "Why not get up and take your undies off, I think you’ll be more comfortable."
I was trembling with the excitement as I took off my bra and panties. My penis was hard and Mr. Goodman said, “Why, youre more lovely than this boy we’ve been looking at. I’ll tell you what. I have a camera. How would you like to pose for me?”
Wow, it was like a dream come true.
“Sure, but I have no clothes like the boy in the pictures.”
“No problem,” said Mr. Rushman. “It’s around 10 now and the local Walmart is open until midnight. Throw on your bra and panties. Do you have something to throw over that? At this hour, it’ll be mostly d***ks and high people in the store, so you can pretty much dress as you like, believe me.”
“OK, let me run over to my house and put something on.”
“Great,” said Mr. Rushman. "I’ll go out and start the car."
I headed over to my house. I put on a long white tshirt that came down almost to my knees, slipped into some sandals, and headed back to Mr. Rushman’s.
He was already in his car in his driveway with the motor running. I hopped in and we took off.
When we were parked at the WalMart, Mr. Rushman said, “Tell you what, I’ll give you 10 bucks if you take off your panties before we go in. It would really turn me on to know you’re walking around in there with no panties. And believe me, nobody is going to notice or care”.
(To Be Continued)