I Am a Doll in Four Walls - Part One

I'm married, 45 years old, no kids, and I've always dreamed of dating guys. Most of the time I'm dressed as a woman. T-shirt, dental floss, socks and belts are clothes that always appear in my dreams. Of course, I've never made any of it real. But then I started going to these chat rooms and talking about transvestites. One day a guy asked me to put a dental floss on the cam. I didn't make it clear, but the guy showed up with a hard, veined, pink pussy. My ass started blinking just seeing the dick of the guy who must be his 58 or 59 years old and lived in a city in the metropolitan area of Maceió. I noticed, after the unsub disconnected, he always put on the same nick and always went into the transvestite rooms. Nick was always Water Horse. I found it again and this time I put on my Equa nick. We just stayed on the keyboard and had a lot of fun. He said at the end that it had always been his dream to pick up a crossdresser and spend an afternoon in a motel. But I wanted a little girl on a horse, like I always dreamed of appearing to a male. I summoned up the courage and set up a chat with him the other day to put on some panties and show up on the cam. On the appointed day, I put on a pair of my wife's underpants that, because of her smaller body than mine, were very tight, especially on her butt. I pulled my panties up tight, and it felt like it was leaning on my ass. It gave me immense pleasure and a terrible urge to put something in my anus. When we met on the cam, me the Eagle and him the Water Horse, he ended up making fun of me doing butt poses wearing my wife's panties. We've had these meetings several times, always with deeper panties, like dental floss, he's always poking around a lot. My ass flickered too much with every tease from him. After the fifth or sixth virtual adventure, we decided to meet in person. Of course, the insecurity was immense. Am I going or not? Where to find it? After much hesitation I proposed to meet him in a food court of a busy shopping mall. He said he'd be in a very specific outfit, and so would I. So far, no loincloths or hookers, just two friends who met for a snack. I don't know if I got there first, but I sat and watched the people go by. After about twenty minutes, when I thought he would not appear an older guy than me, bald, white hair, with a beard unfinished and with a gentleman's face came near the table and said half low. - How are you? Scared the hell out of me. First of all, I wasn't expecting such a down-and-out face. Second, I was about to give up, and I got scared when he suddenly approached me. I was disturbed, but I responded. - Hey there, Horse. I could tell he was nervous, too, sort of trembling. I asked him to sit down. I had no choice, if we didn't like each other, it was certain that we would just talk and ... goodbye. He's wearing Bermuda jeans, sneakers and an old-time rock band T-shirt. Me in jeans, red polo shirt and sneakers. It took a while to start talking, but gradually we began to converse. His name was André, 59 years old, married, already a grandfather, retired, lived on a nearby beach, had a car, blah, blah, blah. I talked too, and we finally shut up. Nearly 40 minutes later, after a few coke shots, he asked. - You want to get out of here? I got scared again. Does that "old man" really own that roll? He seems to be more hairy than he looked on the chat cam. I kind of answered without thinking. - Where to? He too, still afraid, spoke. - Look, I've never done this, but I've got the biggest hard-on, and I wanted to at least see your floss butt live. We had agreed that today would be just a formal introduction. - But we hadn't agreed that... - Yeah, yeah, I know, but I'm crazy to see you floss. I was kind of dumbfounded and thoughtful. Is that going to work? What if this guy's a soft-ass and I don't even like the way he smells, like I don't like the way he looks. I decided to put up a roadblock. - But I didn't bring any panties. He seriously responded. - I bought two at Marisa's here at the mall before I came here. In my dreams, the male was muscular, hairy, tanned and everything. What a disappointment. Anyway, I thought Andre wouldn't have the strength to lift his stick. I decided to go and see if the roll was the one I saw and had a lot of fun on the cam. We got out and drove his car to a motel a few miles from the mall. Keep going.