My New Neighbour (part two) - Sex Stories

My New Neighbour (part two)

The three women hadn't heard a word i said about my meeting with our new neighbour David, so engrossed were they in their travel plans. They had chosen to book a hotel at the airport for their overnight stay before their flight left for New York at 5am the following morning but were in no particular hurry to leave even with the prospect of a three hour drive ahead of them. Me? i wanted them out of the house as quickly as possible, something told me i was not going to be lost for things to do during the five days they would be away and i wanted to make the most of the situation, strike while the iron was hot in case my new friend got cold feet about sharing his little secret with me. Not that he had intimated that such a thing was going to happen, it was going to be up to me to ensure it did. I had had a fantasy about hooking up with a crossdresser for many years and had spent years admiring them online on sites like Xhamster where i had made friends with quite a few very sexy and beautiful CD's who never failed to arouse me with their pictures and videos. They made me even more determined to one day meet one and hopefully more than once, the ideal dream being to form a close bond, a long term relationship if possible. Discretion would be vital but i was sure that this was something that played an important part in the lives of most dressers. I'd often told myself i wouldn't stop there if need be, with the right person i would be quite willing to change my whole lifestyle, ...

... move to another area or country if need be. My c***dren were grown up, the wife and i spent less and less time together, sex was a distant memory and to be honest she no longer aroused me sexually and if someone with her figure, great 38DD breasts, 40" hips and great ass couldn't get me hard then no woman could. Probably just something i told myself but i did know that the sight of a mature CD in stockingss and suspenders on Xhamster always had me hard and throbbing, unable to resist shooting a hefty load in honour of them. I decided to go for a shower to kill some time in the hope that the women would be closer to their departure time by the time i got out of the bathroom. I took longer than usual to bathe making sure i was spotlessly clean, my goatee neatly trimmed and my curly silver chest looking as appealing as possible. I even removed my chunky earrings and nipple rings and polished them. A good indication of how little contact my wife and i had was the fact i'd had both nipples pierced nearly two years earlier, a present to myself when i turned fifty, i'd waited each day to see when she'd notice but since we hadn't shared the same bed in seven years and the k**s were too old to want to go to the beach with their parents in the summers then she'd actually never seen me bare chested since i had them done. I'd already stopped making sexual overtures towards her a long time ago and she never and i mean never once instigated sex in the 31 years we'd been married. I looked at ...