Soon as I knew it I'm standing at his door. After triple checking the address on the message I knock hesitantly, hearing a bit of a fumbling sounds getting closer. The door swings open and there he stood in some baggy clothes I'm met with a large smile and a happy invite in with the offer of a drink. We walk through the hall to the back of the house where the living room was, passing by a bedroom that seemed to have gym bags on the bed. Quickly to the kitchen to get a can of and through to the livingroom. He had been setting up for the event covers on the couches and floor, paper towels lube condoms and some little brown bottles all on a table between the couches. We sit and talk, he tells me a bit about who is appearing later afew of the guys like some dressing some more full on then others. Explaining that one of them was a totally bottom and loved to fully dress at the meets for the guys to take turns on, but the guys are mainly Vers and just go with the flow. All the talk about dressing got me asking about his wife's clothes, like he forgot a sudden on yes sorry follow through he says and hurries to lead me to the bedroom. Entering he points me towards the bags I had seen, two fairly large and full looking. Have a look through see if anything takes your liking, and off he popped to check the rest of the groups massages for later. Left alone I wanted to know so I opened the first bag to me met with a mix of bras, panties of all styles tights stockings garter belts suspenders and a couple of slips. Holy fuck what a collection any dresser would be envious of having. Looking over I remembered the second bag, inside was a few dresses blouses skirts tops at the bottom some shoes mainly some flat dolly type and sandals guess I can't have everything I'd want I thought before hitting something pointy while taking the clothes out. Hidden treasure a pair of black leather Mary Janes with about a 4 inch heel to them. I began sifting through to pick my favourites. |
