A woman opens a new facet of my life
Two years ago, I lost my wife of thirty years to an incredibly swift illness. Jennifer and I were high school sweethearts. We never even dated anyone else.
At the urging of my psychologist, I had to remove her personal effects from the condo. I had held on to everything and the place looked the exact same as the day she never returned.
Dr. Clarkson suggested that her clothing should be the first things to go as they no longer served a purpose. It was suggested that I donate them to a worthwhile cause.
A short five blocks from the condo, on Tremont St., was a smallish secondhand store that I had passed hundreds of times during my therapy walks named “NU2UFEMI9” So I went in to inquire. It was an old Boston store where the proprietor lived behind the shop. The woman came through the open door from the back and answered all my questions. Edna, who appeared to be in her early forties, gave me her card and said that she donated 50% of her sales to “Parents without Partners” at the local church, which incidentally was also often mentioned by Dr. C.
Jennifer had always dressed in the most exquisite clothes as her job as a high-end realtor demanded. She also had a huge wardrobe, so the next day I took four dresses and put them in a travel bag and walked to the re-sale shop.
Edna gladly listened to my story as she accepted the clothes. This cycle went on for several weeks. I always felt sad as I could picture Jennifer with her beautiful and natural hourglass shape, dressing for the day.
Then one day I felt like I was punched in the gut when I entered the store with my latest donation. There was the mannequin dressed in Jennifer's red sequined Christmas party dress. My knees buckled and I sobbed. Edna realized at once what the problem was and came over to support me by holding on to my arm. “Come, let’s have some tea.” She flipped the sign on the door to “closed” and drew the shade. She led me back to her apartment and had me sit at the table as she busied herself brewing the tea. As I recomposed myself, I focused on the bra and matching panty set on the short mannequin sitting on the table. It was exquisite. Pink with a maroon floral print and lace at the waist and leg openings, the bra was the same and begged to be cupped. The pointed breast was at mouth level. Edna must have seen my fixation as she returned with two steaming mugs. I felt something stir ‘down there’ as they say in the commercials.
“For five-fifty they can be yours. They are vintage Christian Dior. From the 50’s. Never worn, new with tags,” she said as she moved the mannequin to the couch. “Not quite my size I quipped.” She placed it breasts down leaving the butt up. We talked for over an hour about Jennifer and Edna's mate Ed. His death in a motorcycle accident and all manner of things. My eyes would wander to the couch from time to time. Feeling better, I accomplished the transaction, and I walked home feeling much lighter.
I had never even delved into Jennifer's lingerie collection which was also huge as well. I took a box from the storage closet, poured a scotch on the rocks, and opened the top drawer of her lingerie chest. Three stacks of folded panties. Size 5, I checked, all shimmery and slippery. “Put them in the box Ralph.” Next drawer was the bras. All folded perfectly. I did not know that she wore a 38-D. In the next drawer were sets of matching bras and panties. I hesitated a great deal and then scooped them out, as well as the slips. I was appalled at how little attention I had paid to her clothing.
As the weeks wore on Edna made sure the mannequin never wore any of Jennifer's clothing. The pink set was always on the short one and I often referred to her as my girlfriend. “No bites on my girlfriend’s panties?” I would quip. Edna would have tea made for me and we often talked for an hour or more. Taking her nightgowns off the hangers proved most difficult as they were intimately connected to us. I was achieving an erection, and it was enormously hard for the first time in a long time. I mentioned it to Edna in passing as, “Things woke up down there as I was packing these things.” We had become good friends, good enough to banter about that sort of thing.
Then on a Wednesday in early October the heavenly aroma of cooking filled the store. As soon as I came in Edna closed the store. “Let’s have dinner, then I have a surprise for you.”
That was totally unexpected. Wine, spaghetti and clam sauce, and a bit of spumoni and some coffee amaretto. Later, she took me by the hand. “This rack is all yours. I am going to call you Tiffany. Here are your panties, I am guessing a size 7 or 8,” she said holding up two pairs of black lacy panties. “Go into the fitting room and try both of them on Tiffany. Leave your trousers off, that is an order.”
“I..I..I don’t want t…”
“You do and you will Tiffany is that clear?” I submitted to her request with my heart thundering in my chest.
I pulled the curtain closed and complied. As I was pulling the panties on, my cock was rising rapidly. “Tiffany, remember that a pussy has been in them. Try the other pair on, just like a woman that can’t decide, remember that her pussy was in that pair too.”
“The sevens fit better, Edna.”
“Good, come out here and I will fit you for a bra.”
I came out to see her in the bra and panties that the short mannequin was wearing. My cock could not get any more rigid. It hurt it was so hard. “Like them on a live body? Turn around, don’t point that weapon at me.” She measured me. “A 42-B, we will have to pad that, the smallest black bra I have is a 42-D. Some silicone enhancers will work, pick a black bra out from this rack, I will be right back.”
I picked up a bra and held it up in the mirror and realized that people could still see into the brightly lit shop from the side windows. I was mortified.
Edna returned holding two artificial breasts with nipples, one in each hand. “What bra did you pick Tiffany? Oh, a nursing bra, that’s fine, remember that she was heavy with her milk, remember that as I put it on you. That is after all the reasons for a woman’s breasts, that and for her pleasure too. Most women love to have their breasts pleasured, just like I do. This vintage bra makes them look like ice cream cones for you to enjoy later.”
Edna dressed me in the bra and inserted the cold breasts in the cups. “They will warm up and feel like your own after a while. Now for the dress.” She unzipped the travel bag revealing a black dress. The bottom was sequined, the upper portion was lace over satin, and it had a little white collar. “I just took this in today, it still smells like her Ciera perfume which is my favorite. Put your arms up Tiffany.” As I did so I felt the underwires of the bra dig into my sides. The dress dropped on, Edna zipped it up to my neck, and stood in front of me. “There seems to be something of a protuberance in the front of your dress Tiffany, but I think I can take care of it.” She reached up to straighten my collar. Our lips met…A long wet sloppy kiss, a break, then more if the same. Then our tongues met for a while.
She took me by the hand… “Next week we will work on makeup, a wig, hosiery, maybe a corset. We have a lifetime to play dress up, but now you need to take your new wife to bed and f**k the hell out of me with that beautiful weapon of yours. My $550 dollar panties are wet. I assume that I will be getting some bites shortly."
I was so excited that I had multiple orgasms with her over the next few hours. We showered, she dried and powdered me and dressed me in a nightgown and we did it some more.
Tiffany walked home the happiest girl in the world in her new used panties.
Author:Latexlover | Category: Sex Stories Fetish
