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By *eeje OP Man
4 weeks ago
Weymouth |
Frequency Illusion - I had to look it up, you know, that feeling when you see or mention something or someone, and then you start seeing or hearing it everywhere. I don't remember when I saw him 1st, but I did, a mature guy, maybe 70-ish, either on his way to, or from the local supermarket. Then I would pass him by in the aisles, a nod of acknowledgement, a smile, until that fateful day I literally bumped into Harry.
I had been crossdressing since my early teens, 'borrowing' my Mum's or my sister's underwear, and continued through my adult life. Divorced at 40, I found I could buy my own, and dress when I was alone, not that I was in any way convincing. Like many that do, I went through the process of buying, wearing and purging my lingerie collection, and here I was,at 65, down to my last, and favourite pair of panties, leopard print with black lace trim, when it happened.
In a rush to return my trolley, I wasn't looking where I was going, nor was he, and 'bang' we collided!!!
I had caught him on the ankle, and he fell.
"Oh, I'm sorrry.." I said "..are you OK?"
"Yes, yes..." he replied "..I'm afraid I wasn't looking"
I pushed the trolley into the rack, and helped to his feet, a little embarrassed, and picked up his shopping bag, as he stood, gingerly on his injured ankle.
"I feel bad for that, can I give you a lift?" I asked
"That's kind of you.." he winced, "...if you don't mind, it isn't far" putting some pressure on his ankle
I helped him to my car, opening the door for him.
I got in and started the car, as he gave directions, and we soon arrived at his house. I got out and gave him a hand to do the same, noticing that again he winced in pain. Bending down to retrieve his shopping, I showed a little more than I should, and at the time, he didn't say anything. He started to take a step towards his front door, and gasped in pain.
"Are you OK?" I questioned ".....it was a nasty knock"
He began to reply, but we both knew the answer.
"Sit back in the car.." I said "..I'll run you to hospital, just to be sure. He nodded and sat back in the car.
In the 2hrs waiting at hospital, I began to find out a little more about Harry, 78, a widower, no family, lived on his own. His ankle was sprained, nothing serious, but they bandaged it, and gave him some painkillers and advised rest for a couple of days.
Once we returned to his house, I helped him in, carrying his bag, and offered to make him a cup of tea. We chatted further while the kettle boiled, and it was then that I realised I hadn't eaten. Harry mentioned that hadn't either, so I offered to cook and share the pizza I had bought, with him, which he duly accepted. Once it was cooked, we continued chatting, he was beginning to grow on me. The meal eaten, I cleared the plates away, washing and drying them for him.
"You'll make a perfect maid.." he winked "..for someone one day. I blushed a little, and laughed.
"Look.." I replied "...I kinda feel bad about crashing innto you, and you were advised to rest up, if you need anything I'll leave you my number..."
"I'd like that.." he replied.
We exchanged numbers and I left. As I sat in my car, I realised I had on panties, and wondered if he had seen them, along with the 'maid' comment. Needless to say, once I got home, Harry had started to enter into my self-pleasure.......
TBC
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