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My first experience of older men in panties and stI’m wearing my new panties that I bought at Target. They’re aqua which is a colour a tend towards mostly because Target doesn’t have a lot of red panties in Large. My stockings are from Dollarama because I didn’t have the nerve to search through other stores. Any way, they’re hold-up stockings in a flesh tone and I like them. The self check-out at Target and other stores is a revelation. I could purchase what I wanted without passing through the watchful eyes of some s*******n-year old girl who clearly wonders, “what’s this old guy is doing buying stockings and panties”? She’d joke with her fellow minimum wage workers and the next time, I’m sure they were texting each other to “imagine the grey haired guy in panties”. The self checkout avoids this inter-age embarrassment. I was on Live Cam the other day in my new ensemble. Sadly, it was a slow night – not many of my favourite old guys and fewer than normal viewers interested in grey hairs and saggy balls sticking out of black panties. So when someone shows interest, you try to engage and I did, doing my best show, flashing my somewhat limp cock and slingshotting my balls. He approved and he let me watch him cum into his panties on video call while I continued my show. After, I got a friend request and a note. He asked how I liked using self checkout. Taking this as an innocent comment on the usual problems of straight men buying lingerie to wear on the internet, I continued to chat until he mentioned a store near me. I became less than revealing about anything after that. I was feeling a bit threatened. You should know that dressing in panties and stockings is kaçak iddaa my hobby. Sex with my wife is demanding as my libido diminishes – simply, I can’t get it up on demand. Panties and some anonymity offer me the stimulation to get me comfortable with my cock again.So there I was, passing through the self checkout with some (found them!) red panties and some Advil as a diversion when a gentleman about my age (67) next in line commented on my purchase, referring to how happy the wife would be with my choice. He caught up with me as I was walking through the mall. He apologized for possibly making me uncomfortable. He said that he wore womens panties and frequented the older men-in-panties sites and he sometimes likes to chat about this understanding that not everyone shared his “hobby”. He passed me his card and invited me to a party at his place that week. There was a blog I could consult. He had moved ahead of me into the parking lot to his camouflaged Hummer. I didn’t have time to object or refuse.I looked at the blog and found that the party was a monthly evening event for older men who want to wear panties and stockings and maybe a bit more but weren’t into the whole tranny scene. The instructions were clear that guests could change at the party and that generally would wear panties and pantyhose or stockings, with suspenders and possibly a bra. The group admitted to generally being non-convincing TVs enjoying the company of other playful older men.My wife was away the evening of the next event so I put aside my concerns about my privacy and drove to a quiet suburban home with a few cars parked nearby and the Hummer in the drive. I was greeted at the tipobet güvenilir mi door the host’s wife, a lovely full figured woman, clearly aware of what was going on. She directed me to a powder room where I could change and said the others were in the living room. It was a few anxious minutes in the small room – What would I wear on my feet? I had no high heels. I hated wearing them. I would go out in just my new panties (red) and stockings (grey) and that was all. As I entered the room, the host jumped up from his huge sofa and welcomed me. He looked fabulous in tights and thong with playful pink mules – nothing else. He introduced me to six other men – all my age, all dressed comfortably, most bare chested, one in a bra filled with tissue and only one in a beautiful pair of maroon pumps – all were in panties with stockings or pantyhose – that’s all. Interestingly, none had a boner. I would enjoy meeting older men this way. What transpired was a fashion show and home-sales party. The host’s wife and a few of her girlfriends served drinks and snacks and then became models for an array of exciting undergarments that we could purchase now or pick up discreetly later. Those limp cocks began to bulge into their panties whenever a new lovely coloured panty or sexy stockings was presented – even crotchless panties for the adventurous or those older gents with big balls difficult to cover in panties. Needless to say, we became somewhat tipsy and applauded each new garment with abandon. There was even an occasional wagging of a firm cock in salute. (Men in panties still appreciate feminine beauty and the host’s wife and company were making tipobet giriş our panties very full indeed.)There was a great deal of side-chatter among men who were freed of the secrecy that usually accompanied men who choose to wear womens undergarments. Some of it was technical… materials, colours and transparency – how much to reveal. Many of these men in their sixties could only get a stiffy when wearing panties for other men. There was some welcome teasing about cock size in relationship to panties and just when does the bulge burst out. Many of us had done shows on the internet and swapped experiences and best sites. A couple of guys gave me their Skype addresses so we could keep talking later and show off our cocks and balls wrapped in nylon and brocade. Too soon it was all over. Not drunk and with a few dollars less in our credit cards, we changed into civvies and jumped into our Toyotas. It was a thrilling night and I had to cam to celebrate when I got home, exposing myself in pantyhose and support panties to some unsuspecting 20 year olds. They didn’t understand and I didn’t want to help them – I retired from teaching years ago.On those days when I’m in the mall or literally anywhere in my small community of Fern Glen, I look at men my age differently – I see them in panties and crotchless stockings. They may catch my stare and smile. Generally look away uncomfortably.What may be revealed after I get my first discreet package delivered? Of course it will be brought to my door by the host’s wife in her postal worker uniform? From their splendid catalogue I’ve chosen bright colours and some provocative styles that suit an older man. There is of course crotchless pantyhose to suit my large balls and snug but expandable tights to accommodate my cock that seems to enjoy Viagra very well. Maybe some evening after I’ve had a few too many beers and smoked a bit, you’ll see my new ensemble and cum for me .

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