The last few yards to Chris's front door were among the most frightening of any I could remember. Even the long chemise satin nightie and lovely slippery French knickers sliding over my bottom under my outdoor clothes, couldn't stop my nerves from butterflying in my tummy but at least it was keeping my usually unruly cock in check.
I pressed the door bell and waited. The door opened and my already racing pulse started to notch up a few extra beats.
Chris was gorgeous!
Mid 50's, slightly taller than me, medium build with the most dazzling eyes smiling down at me.
'Hello, Patrick?' he held out a hand in greeting.
'Yes, hello' I flustered my reply, conscious of the feel of my hand in his.
'Please come in'
He closed the front door and placing his hand in the small of my back guided me to a room just off the entrance. In panic, I realised my shirt was sliding over my satin nightie under his guiding hand. Chris seemed to move his hand across my back slightly, as if to confirm to himself what he was touching.
To my relief, he took his hand away once we were in the room and he asked me to sit. He walked to a side board where a bottle of red wine stood opened next to two glasses.
'I usually enjoy a glass or so in the evening, will you join me?'
I said yes please and he poured a healthy measure into both glasses. Handing me one, he sat opposite, asking about my work, my interests; what I liked to do to relax.
We chatted quite amiably, the wine helping to relax my jangled nerves and I started to enjoy his company rather more than I should. Then he stopped me dead by saying
'In your advert you said you liked to cross dress. I see that you like silky things.'
I tried to answer, but my mouth opened and closed without a sound. Chris continued
'I thought I could feel something smooth and slippery under your shirt. Would you mind showing me?'
Before I knew what I was doing, I had placed my glass on the little coffee table between us, stood up in a daze and my hands started to unfasten my shirt buttons.
Slowly the sheen of my pale pink satin chemise nightie was revealed. Standing up and walking around the low table, Chris said
'Oh that looks lovely. May I have a better look? Is it a long nightdress?'
I could only nod an ascent to both his questions and with that he gently tugged my shirt away from my trousers to expose all of my torso. I felt myself going red under his scrutiny.
