Our Family Neighbor, Mr. Attley

That night at dinner, my parents noticed right away something was wrong. Of course I didn’t have an appetite and wanted to be excused from the table.

No sooner did I go into the den and turned the TV on, when the phone rang. My mom answered it. The next thing I knew she said to my dad, “ Honey , it’s Jim Attley from next-door-- he wants to speak with you for a minute”.

Well needless to say, all the blood rushed out of my face again and my heart was pounding so hard, it could have kept the beat at a Rolling Stones concert. As I overheard my father taking to Mr. Attley, I was sure at any minute I was going to hear my father exclaim in a boisterous voice, “ What! What! What! Are you kidding--my son was dressed in what?”

But that never happened. All my dad said after hanging up was that Jim Attley wanted to know if he wanted a pair of extra tickets he had to the St. Louis Cardinals baseball game the following night. 

Whooooo--did I breath a sign of relief-- though I suspected at some point, Mr. Attley would eventually blow the whistle on me.

But that never happened either, thank God, and I was truly grateful to him for keeping such a very deep and dark personal secret. It was almost as if he was mentally telegraphing me by saying, “Justin, don’t worry, I know you like turning yourself into Justine and I think it is really sweet for you look like such a darling little princess when you do.”

As time passed, I began thinking less and less about the incident that day. But every time I saw Mr. Attley I knew that he knew about my secret aspirations. And there were times when I jacked-off thinking about that day he caught me in panties. I even fantasized about sucking Mr. Attley dick and letting him pull down my panties and fucking me like I was sure that he did to his wife. 

Then, several years later, Mr. Attley asked me one Wednesday morning in July if I wouldn’t mind mowing his lawn. He informed me that his wife, Katy, had been out of town on business and that he had been really busy lately himself. Of course he gladly agreed to pay me and of course I would have gladly done it for free. That’s the least I could have done for him for not ratting me out to my parents.

He told me to come over about 8pm after he got home so he could be sure and pay me. I kind of blushed and said it was no big deal, but he insisted that I get paid that evening. 

That afternoon, I did the best job ever on Mr. Attley’s lawn. I cut the grass with pride just like I did our front yard. And I even trimmed his shrubs and made them all nice in even. 

I didn’t want to seem anxious to get paid, so I went over to his house about nine o’clock rather than eight like he asked. When he answered the door, he welcomed me in with a huge smile on his face. He had a drink in one hand and was already changed into shorts and a preppy pull-over shirt. He exclaimed that his lawn looked great and that he even noticed that I trimmed all his shrubs. He invited me to sit down with him and have a coke while he mixed himself another scotch and soda. 

After he handed me a coke, I sat down on his sofa and he sat in a recliner next to me. We made small take for a few minutes , when he reached in his pocket and handed me fifty bucks. I exclaimed that, that was too much for it only took me a couple hours to cut his lawn and trim his shrubs. But he insisted that I keep it.

Then with a smile on his face, he said. “Justin, I also have something that I picked out just for you today.”

Before I could say a word he reached down by the side of his recliner and handed me a bag from Marshall Fields Department Store. I was expecting a little gift like some socks or a designer T-shirt. But when I pulled out a pair of panties, I could feel myself turning red. There in my hand I held the hottest silk panties that I have ever seen. They were pink high-cuts with lace and lovely decorated flowers surrounding the sides and back. As I stared at them, Mr. Attley smiled and asked, “Do you like them, Justin?”.

Even though I wanted to say yes, I was speechless. But Mr. Attley exclaimed, “I knew you would”. Now why don’t you go into the bathroom and try them on. I want to see if they fit you”. 

Still frozen in place, I was just too damn scared to say anything or move. My electrolytes had shut completely down.

But Mr. Attley said as I sat there and stared at them, “It’s OK Justin-- you know you want to--don’t hold your feelings back anymore---be who you want to be--you looked so darn pretty the last time I saw you in them--you know you want to-- so go ahead--you can’t change who you really are, so why not be who you really are?”

At first I was going to say, no, but then I figured he had already seen me in panties before and he sure spent a lot of money on the ones he bought me. Plus I figured I certainly owed him after all these years for not telling on me. And of all people in the world that I wouldn’t have minded wearing them in front of was him. 

Without saying a word Mr. Attley knew that I wanted to wear them for him so he slowly reached over, grabbed my hand, helped me off the sofa and led me to the bathroom. Once I closed the door, Mr. Attley said to put me at ease, “Take your time Justin until you feel comfortable; I will be out in the den waiting for you.”

By this time I was shaking like hell. But I knew that I wanted to try the panties on in the worst way. So I closed my eyes, took two deep breaths and then stripped my clothes off. Then I carefully put those beautiful and sexy panties on. Just like I remembered from years gone bye, the panties felt so damn good as I slide into them.

Even though I was shaking, I loved the feel of them. I looked in the mirror so I could admire myself before I opened the door and came out of the bathroom. 

I took two more deep breaths, opened the door and walked out into the hall. 

My knees were shaking and my heart pounding so loud, one could of heard it at least 20 feet away. Nevertheless, I knew I had to go through with it. I had to expose myself to Mr. Attley again in all my female glory. And after all these years, there was also a burning desire in me to have my first gay encounter. I knew it was only minutes away for Mr. Attley was assuredly waiting for me with burning anticipation in his den. 

I closed my eyes and took two more deep breaths. I tried to remember all the times I jacked off thinking about Mr. Attley, and now, what was about to happen, was going to be for real. 

Slowly, I put my right foot out first for good luck and took one step forward. Gradually, I walked down the hall and into the den. No sooner did I enter the room when Mr. Attley’s face really lit up as he sat in his recliner with his eyes fixed on me. His smile most definitely put me at ease, so I smiled back to break the ice. At that point it was almost as if I were his mistress and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing me in my new little skimpy outfit that he so much delighted in buying me. 

Mr. Attley exclaimed,“ Oh Justin, God you look so damn sexy--far more sexy than my wife looks in panties”.

I kind of smiled and said, “Really?”

Mr. Attley smiled right back and said, “Really, now come here please-- so I can see you close up”. 

I obeyed his request and approached him. I stood right in front of him in all my feminine glory so he could check my entire body out. I was now 5’7, 135 lbs and as smooth as a baby's butt. In a way I felt a little like a slut letting a man lust over me while I posed for him , but that didn’t really bother me. By now I wanted to excite Mr. Attley beyond his wildest imagination. 

Once his eyes had gazed me over from head to toe about five times, Mr. Attley remarked, “God you look just as sexy as the first day I saw you in panties. Do you know that?”

Without responding, I blushed and smiled back.

Then he said, “Now turn around, I want to see the back of you”. 

By now I was starting to feel more and more comfortable with the situation, so again, I gladly did as he requested . I did a complete 180. As I stood there with my back to him , I could feel his eyes checking out my ass and how hot it must have appeared to him in panties.

Within seconds I felt his firm hands caress my ass as he began to rub me through my panties. The feeling was sensational to say the least . Being touched for the first time by another male in such a seductive way made my cock spring to life. I think Mr. Attley knew he had me under his spell for he could sense by body was now burning with desire. 

I stood there and relaxed as I let him work his hands up & down and back & forth across my ass. Not a word was spoken. But we knew that we were both deeply excited and a hot sexual encounter was definitely just around the corner. 

About two minutes later, slowly, Mr. Attley put his fingers into my panties and gently pulled them down until they reached my knee caps. My ass was now fully exposed right in front of his face and did it ever excite him; and for that fact, me too. Even though I couldn’t see Mr. Attley cause my back was to him, I knew he was as hard as a rock.

After a couple seconds he exclaimed, “God Justin you have the hottest ass I have ever seen; bend over so I can get a really good look at it”. 

I headed his request and slowly bent over until I touched my ankles. 

Mr. Attley then exclaimed, “ Oh Wow, this is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen", as he began to kiss my ass cheeks back & forth with his soft gentle lips. I told myself at that point I would allow him do whatever he wanted to do to me because I was really starting to enjoy being dominated by him. And, I was especially turned on knowing that I was exciting him far more than his wife did. 

Once he had planted several gentle kisses all over my ass, he pulled my panties back up, placed his hands on my waist and slowly turned me around. He could now see my rock-hard cock through my panties and I could see a huge bulge in his shorts. 

Very gently he wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me closer to him so that my tummy pressed up against his lips. He was so excited by my hot smooth feminine appearing physique that he began planting kisses all over my tummy & naval and then stuck his tongue in it. 

This drove me wild and I let out a soft gentle moan. I was so excited that within a few seconds, I collapsed in the recliner with him. The next thing I knew we were frenching like crazy. Kissing a hot juicy fully clothed man like Mr. Attley in nothing but my panties was by far more exciting than anything I had ever experienced in my life. But then again, I knew kissing him would be.