Wow, 40 years of fantasies, and you want me to pick one. O.K., here goes.
I take in my usual once-a-week at the gogo bar; my usual dancer is there. We have a nice time, when the place closes, I wait for her like I usually do, and walk her to her car. We talk for a while, everyone else leaves. I bid her goodnight, help her into her car, get in mine. I start the engine and wait. She's having trouble. I get out and ask what's wrong. Car won't start. I try a few things, nothing is working, it's completely dead. I offer to drive her home, she says yes.
On the way she starts to get sick; we stop, wait, she doesn't feel any better. I take her back to my place, give her a shot for the nausea, and tell her to lie down for a while, and I go off to do my laundry. I come back, she's sound asleep; I figure I'll just let her sleep, cover her with a blanket, close the door, go sleep on the couch. Morning comes, I go down to the lot to check her car. Hot wire to the starter is all corroded, falling apart. I go buy one, replace it, starts right up.
I go back to the house, she's up, having tea. I tell her what I found, fixed, she should be o.k.. She thanks me, gets up. Walks into the living room. Goes over to my laundry basket. Moves a few things over, pulls out a pair of panties. Asks me if I was lying to her about not having a girlfriend. I shudder, remembering my experience with my ex wife, but figure again, no matter what I say, I still lose either way. I tell her they're mine. I tell her the whole story. She ponders a bit; asks me if I really like wearing girl's clothing; I say, It's not exactly something I can feel proud of, but yeah. She says, "You get to see me all dressed so I look my best, I wanna see you", and hands me the panties. She asks me go and to dress up for her. She's always been nice to me in the past, isn't being mean or anything so far, I figure, why not. I go and put on something nice, nothing trashy; just a nice skirt and top, hose and short heels, dark blond wig, and go out to show her; walk across the room, turn and cautiously say, 'so, what do you think?' She says, 'not bad.....you have a purse?' I say yes, but not anything to match the shoes. She laughs, then I do too. I say, 'I feel ridiculous'. She says, 'Don't; I can't imagine what your life has been like all these years. Come'...and she takes me by hand to the living room, she sits me on the couch, and sits next to me...starts to speak, pauses, then, 'I never felt able to trust a man. I mean, they all seem to just want to have sex, and then I never see them again. But you're different, you never asked for anything. And now I finally know why. I've always sorta' felt that I could trust you; and now I know you trust me too'. She leans over and kisses me. Again. After a few minutes, I stop her; 'I need a moment', and I turn away. I'm starting to cry; I look for a tissue but I don't keep them there. I tell her, "I can't understand; this should be a good thing; what's wrong with me?". She goes to the bathroom and comes back with a towel, wipes my eyes for me; 'It is. You'll be fine; no, we'll be fine." She lays me down on the couch, and lies on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder, her hand stroking my neck, playing with my hair. And I think to myself, yes, maybe everything will be.
Originally Posted by PrettyFlowingGown
