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I had been on the road most of the day, having travelled almost six hundred kilometers in an effort to visit some of my most important clients. So, it was a relief when I arrived at the motel and was able to check in and get into my room.After checking my e-mails, I decided to head to the bar for a relaxing drink before contemplating what to choose from the restaurant menu.The bar was nearly empty, with only the barmaid and one other guest in attendance. This was good ? I really felt that I needed some peace and quiet after driving and speaking with clients all day. Sitting at the bar, I ordered a scotch and dry (no ice) and appreciatively watched the attractive barmaid prepare my drink.She was a lovely looking girl, not young, but had that well-formed, mature look about her. She was wearing a white blouse and a black skirt which reached to about mid-thigh level. It seemed she was also wearing black pantyhose. I watched as she reached for a shelf which was above her head level so that she could select the scotch brand that I had requested. As she reached up, the hem of her skirt rode up her thigh, revealing the fact that she was actually not wearing pantyhose at all. No, I saw that she was wearing stockings ? a delightful revelation! As her skirt worked its way even higher, I could see that she was also wearing a suspender belt, since I could clearly see one of the suspender strap clips placed at the side of her left thigh.The other guest was also watching, and he turned his gaze from the barmaid's legs and winked at me, giving me a thumbs-up signal at the same time. Obviously, he appreciated the sight as much as I had. I smirked at him, before accepting my drink from the showgirl.I took the scotch and dry ginger to a table and sat down, one eye remaining on the barmaid to see if any further shows would be forthcoming.The other guest sauntered over to my table and asked me if I minded if he sat down. No problem ? I smiled and indicated the second chair which was placed at my table.?Travelled far today?? he asked.?Yes,? I replied, ?far enough to justify Ankara escort this drink.?We began a casual conversation which focused on trivial items such as distances one had to travel in Australia, the weather, the reliability of various motor vehicles and the attributes of motels available for travelers. After ordering another couple of drinks we continued the conversation.It turned out that his name was James and had spent the day travelling in order to see his elderly mother who lived in the local township. He had decided to stay at the motel since there was insufficient room at his mother?s home unit ? it appeared that he preferred to have his own space and privacy. He was a pleasant enough fellow, probably in his early to mid-sixties, and was quite easy to talk to.It ended up that we dined together, as well as sharing a bottle of good red wine.The conversation, now fueled by a slight overindulgence of alcohol, turned to the attributes of the barmaid, who also performed the job of waitress in the small restaurant.?What did you think of her clothing ? ummm, underclothing choice?? asked James.?I definitely approve,? I replied. ?Should be more of it.??I agree,? he said, ?mind you, it?s not her that particularly excites me - it?s what she?s wearing.?At this point, my ears pricked up.?Yes,? I agreed, ?that type of underwear certainly makes things more interesting. I have always liked that elegant, feminine look.?James replied, ?Funny how there seems to be plenty of exotic underwear for women, but not for men. Wonder why???Oh, men can access that type of underwear if they want to,? I said. ?It?s just a matter of choosing, then going to get it. Another drink??He agreed, so I went to the bar and ordered two more drinks, despite feeling reasonably tipsy at the time.After sitting down, he asked me, ?What do you mean by choosing and going to get it??Sipping my drink, I pondered on how to reply.?Well, if something appeals to you - for example, nylon stockings or panties - then you just go to a lingerie store, choose the style Balgat escort bayan and colour that you want, and hey presto, there you go.??Yes,? he replied, ?but you wouldn?t wear them in public?? It was more a question than a statement.?No,? I said, ?I wouldn?t do that.??You wouldn?t do that in public?? he asked. ?Then where would you wear it???In private, of course,? I replied.?But why?? he persisted.Now, I felt my heart rate increase. Was I about to reveal something about myself, something private, something potentially embarrassing, to a complete stranger??Well?, I said, ?I guess I?m a bit like you. It?s not so much the girl in the underwear as the underwear itself that I find, well, attractive. Don?t get me wrong, I do like a girl or woman in feminine underwear. But I like the underwear as well.??Hmmm,? he mused, ?so, have you ever worn ladies' underwear??I hesitated. Should I admit to my weakness and reveal to James some of the things that I did in order to obtain some sort of gratification? What were the chances of us meeting again? Remote, I convinced myself, so I will tell all??Well, yes I have, actually,? I admitted.?Wow!? he exclaimed. ?When did you do that???Um, I actually do it fairly often.? I was feeling a little anxious now. Had I gone too far??Recently?? he asked.I took a deep breath. ?Yes, well, I actually have some rather interesting items of underwear with me at the moment.?Seemingly bemused, James asked me, ?You mean you have them with you at this motel? Like you have brought them with you??I smiled and nodded.?I?ll show them to you, if you like?? I suggested. Shit, I must be drunk.?Oh, yes,? he replied, ?that I would love to see??I looked at my watch. 10.00pm ? not too late.?Well,? I whispered, ?if you can give me about twenty minutes, then come to my motel unit ? it?s number 22-- then I?ll give you a quick look at what I?ve got with me.??Sounds good to me,? he replied. ?Okay, see you in about twenty minutes.?I stood up, and with a quick wave, left the restaurant and headed back to my motel Escort Batıkent unit.It was nicely appointed suite ? I always booked the executive rooms, since they are well furnished with comfortable armchairs, as well as a dining table and nice chairs. This particular suite even had its own bar.I quickly stripped and got into the shower, my hands trembling ever so slightly. No, I tell a lie; my hands were trembling a lot. I stepped from the shower, dried myself quickly and donned the complimentary white bathrobe which was made available for house guests.I found the small valise which contained the treasured items that I had lovingly packed for this trip and placed it carefully on the table top.It seemed that only a few seconds had passed when there was a quiet, gentle knock at the door. I opened the door, and there stood James, looking slightly nervous. I beckoned him in, and he entered the room, but not before quickly looking around to check that he was unobserved.He looked around. ?Nice room,? he said, ?a bit bigger than mine.??Yes,? I agreed, ?I quite like these suites ? very comfortable. Now, come over here, and I?ll show you a couple of things.?I led him to the table and waved toward the valise. I invited him to open it and have a look inside.He unclasped the mechanism which kept the case closed and carefully lifted the lid. Looking inside, he lifted out the first garment.?Oh, yes,? he exclaimed. ?Now, I do like that.?He was holding up a pair of black lace panties, a pair I had acquired from a favourite lingerie store which was located not far from my home. I particularly liked these panties, as they were what one might describe as ?crotchless?.Setting the knickers down on the table top, James removed the next item and seemed quite delighted with what he saw. It was a black satin basque which incorporated a brassiere as well as four suspender straps which were designed to hold up nylon stockings. The front of the basque was embroidered with white, intricate designs, and was adorned with delicate white lace ruffles around the bottom hem of the garment. In truth, the basque was simply a rather sophisticated girdle, and certainly very feminine. The principal feature that made if different from a girdle was that it was an open garment and fastened at the back with fourteen clips, in a very similar way that a brassiere clipped on at the back