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Since these events began back in September, things just spiraled beyond what I could've imagined might ever happen for me at this point in my life. I'm 63, and have never felt it worth writing down my sexual thoughts, let alone my experiences. I've had whole bunch of crossdressing encounters, but most of those were decades ago and I've only shared those accounts person to person, and/or in therapy. I'm not in the least bit unhappy about what happened back then, but what's been happening in just these short five months has had me... overjoyed! I'd taken notes, and discussed some of the events close to real time while chatting on-line, so now I'm consolidating them and relating them here.
I went back to the laundromat with another load of stuff on Thursday morning, that way even if nothing wild happened, at least I could get laundry done, maybe chat with Carl for a bit. As it turned out, it was a busy day there, and he was so busy we only got a few minutes alone together in a hallway. I told him I wished I could have come over that evening, but he said it would be more fun the following week anyway. He gave me a hug, rubbed my crotch, and tongued my ear a little...as I turned to leave he groped my ass!
I told him "I need to get back to fold my laundry, you might want to keep an eye on me".
I went and grabbed my stuff out of the out of the dryer, and as I was folding up all my other stuff, I stalled and waited until he wasn't busy elsewhere and he made eye contact from across the room, and then I started pulling panties out my dryer pile and folding them for him to watch. He got the wildest grin on his face! I had a massive hardon and my ass was puckering!
After I left, a few hours later, he texted me. More about that in a bit.
Some things about Carl: Quite an average looking old guy, balding, glasses, a little paunch, he told me he was 67 but later fessed up that he was 72 (which is just fine!), and he's maybe a fifth or sixth generation "Townie", from an old local family. He owns the entire strip mall, which isn't terribly large, just the laundromat, a nail salon, a curtain shop, and what used to be a Realty Office (they moved).
He sent me a dick pic and texted me "How about Sunday Night? After 7:30"
Imagine your favorite cock pic you've ever seen; That's what his pic was to me! It was so perfect to me, like a warm and and inviting voice speaking firmly to the core part of my Sissy Brain "You love this cock in your mouth!", "You crave this cock in your ass", "You are a sissy cum-slut for this cock". Yes, it spoke to me. It truly is a super image, and thankfully it turned out to be real.
We texted back and forth, I was going there Sunday night, to help move some boxes around in the old Real Estate office, and to bring whatever else I cared to bring!
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