Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 10:20:26 -0500
From: Julie Hourglass <tgpantyhose@gmail.com>
Subject: Pantyhose Chronicles: Teen Adventures

My Neighbor the Dirty Old Man: True Story

by Juliehourglass

If you are under 18... blah blah blah then go do something else. Don't
read this or you my might get some perverted ideas.. oh my!

A brief description of my looks : about 5'7", italian slender athletic
build, gorgeous legs and ass, adorable pouty lips and cute face. When
I would dress up, I prefered wigs and makeup so didn't keep my hair
too long but when I did it was shoulder length and curly brown hair.I
love to wear pantyhose, heels, skirts, corsets, etc. No need to
lecture me on morality. Save it for your church. I'm a well adjusted
grown up male who has enjoyed my sensual pleasures in life. My true
stories are shared for your enjoyment.


When I was 19 I  lived in a small apartment downtown New York. The
building was an old run down aparment building on the lower east side
with a wide range of tenants. One day when I was coming into the
building I ran into an old man struggling with his cane and a bag of
groceries. He was a rather large unattractive grumpy old man with
smelly breath, a few days beard, and run down ragged clothes. I
offered to help him and he accepted. As we made our way slowly up the
3 flights to his third floor walkup he told me a bit about his living
situation. He lived alone and rarely had visitors accept from the
department of social services to look after his medications and he
preferred his hermit like existence to being bothered by many people.
In spite of this, he seemed glad to make my aquaintance although very
cautiously. After all this was New York. I helped him get into his
apartment and put his groceries down for him. His place was an
absolute mess and smelled as you might expect a musty old man's
apartment to smell. There were clothes strewn about randomly. Old
newspapers lay in stacks along the dirty walls. A small television sat
on top of a small table in his living room. There was a large green
lazy boy chair and a long old brown sofa along one of the walls. For
some reason I began to feel a certain twinge between my legs and a
very definite kind of arousal began to take place as I was about to
leave. Even though he was a cranky old guy, I could see him checking
me out in a somewhat unappropriate way through his thick large
glasses.

One of my many perverse enjoyments is to be fondled and ogled by a
dirty old man... and this was certainly a dirty old man, but I was not
so sure he was dirty in the right way. This thought occured to me as I
was about to  leave him. I didn't want to push anything with him since
he did live in the same building as me and I didn't want to create any
problems for myself with any neighbors. I thought it best to continue
with him at a different time and said good-day.

A week had passed and I hadn't seen him at all. I wondered how I could
find a reason to knock on his door and see if he had any interest
beyond what I had seen so far. I thought of an innocent enough reason
to knock on his door. I would stop by and tell him I was heading to
the local market and could pick him up something if he needed it. This
would make it possible for me to know if he'd talk to me again, and
also to tell him when I could come back - which would be much later in
the evening - under the pretense that I would be out for a couple
hours. I knocked on his door and he shouted loudly "GO AWAY!". I think
he must have thought it was someone intending to harass him. I said,
its me J, your friend from upstairs Mr. Olmert. I came to see if you
needed me to pick up anything from the store for you. Then there was
silence. Suddenly I heard the door chains being removed and the door
unlocked and opened.

There he stood looking even more unruffled and disoriented than last
time, however he said "oh its you..." he studied my face through
squinty eyes. "I could use some milk ..? I said no problem and would
it be ok if I came by around 10pm to drop it off since i'd be out for
a couple hours?"..... since my plan was to make my femme self
available for him later, if he should want to partake.... He said that
would be ok but he usually wasn't usually up that late. I still
couldn't tell if he was interested or not... so I'd have to be extra
careful how I handled myself later. So off I went with only one thing
in mind. I picked up the milk and returned to my apartment to pick out
just the right outfit to wear!

Since I'd have to appear to be dressed like a boy but also leave the
option open for more, if it came to that... I'd have to look like I
was just hanging out dressed in my calculated outfit...It was easy to
keep my legs and clitty smooth and hairless. The rest of my body had
only minor hair which was not noticable. I mostly wore khaki pants in
summer no one noticed the exceptional smoothness of my legs. Also my
hair was somewhat long and curly at the time and so this lent itself
to looking very femme when i put on some light lipstick and mascara if
I wasn't going to wear a wig....which i wouldn't wear this evening. I
applied enough to look like I wasn't wearing makeup, but give my face
a decidedly femme and smooth look. For an outfit I chose to be simple
and somewhat femme. I had a pair of very tight and short denim
cut-offs that just covered my perky ass cheeks and hugged my slender
hips. My smooth legs looked absolutely stunning in them, although I
wouldn't dare just walking out in public dressed in them. However
tonite I was intending to look as if this was how I dressed around the
house without appearing to have put any effort into it. My bare feet
are smallish and pretty and also tan so it was natural that I might
also be barefoot. For this adventure, I would use some pale pink nail
polish on them. Underneath my cut-offs I wore a pair of tiny black
satin panties which hugged my boy clitty like a snug glove. I wore a
button down tapered blue pin stripe shirt which hung just to just
above my ass cheeks, leaving the back of my creamy thighs totally
bare. This allowed me to conceal the guazy black bra I wore underneath
when I walked down the two flights of stairs to get to his apartment.
I looked in the mirror and saw that I had succeeded in creating the
illusion of a very femme looking boy with very girlish features, but
not dressed as a girl. Now the next part which had me really
nervous... how to walk down the two flights of stairs to his
aparment.. I'm sorry if this story is too long but each part of this
erotic adventure is needed to setup the frame in which it took place.
I was scared to death that I might be discovered accidentally by a
neighbor if I walked out in such a femme and revealing outfit..
especially barefoot and with pinkish toe nail polish highlighting my
delicate tan feet. So I waited another few minutes and I grabbed the
quart of milk and slowly opened the door, listening for any noises in
the tiled hallway and stairs... it was silent!

I was so turned on at the thought of what might happen I almost had an
orgasm right in my panties.  I stepped out onto the cold tiles of the
hallway and began moving toward the stairs. Quickly I made my way down
the two flights, and delicately made my way down the darkened hallway
that led to Mr. Olmert's apartment. I could feel the snuggess of my
panties and the femme feeling of my bra rubbing against my nipples and
the shirt. I was so turned on as I got to his doorway, I almost had an
orgasm there too! I breathed in and tried to relax my quickly beating
heart, then I knocked lightly on the door. Again he yelled "GO AWAY"
to which I responded quietly, "Its J and I brought your milk." Again,
silence then the familiar chains being unlatched and the door opened.
He looked as if he had just awakened. He was wearing a long robe and
some pajama bottoms and slippers. His apartment was dark except for
the television in the background. He looked at me not saying a word.
Then he said, "thanks... how much was it?" I said it was only a
dollar. He reached into his robe pocket and asked if I could wait a
minute while he got money and opened the door to let me stand in the
doorway. As he ambled over to the table he told me he was dozing in
his chair when I knocked and apologized for yelling at me.. then he
said in a raspy cranky voice, "you've got really nice legs, did you
know that? They look like a girls legs." Then he started looking more
closely at me, squinting and his eyebrows appeared to cross and he
started to look like he was getting mad... but he was struggling to
understand my appearance. His mouth started to open a bit, then he
became more awake with a slight smile.

I was a bit embarrassed by his comments since the door to the hallway
was open as he spoke although not that loudly, but I was afraid
someone might hear it and detect what I was up to. I started to feel
like I wasn't getting the response I wanted and thought I should just
get going and play out the rest of my sordid fantasy in the privacy of
my apartment. I guess he may have been a bit drunk or simply loopy
from being asleep, but then he said I should step in and close the
door while he got my money. Then I knew he was interested.

I closed the door behind me shutting out the dim light of the hallway,
and removing the risk of the neighbors possibly hearing our
conversation. With my bare feet I could feel the dirt on the floor as
I moved deeper into his apartment. I felt even more femme as slowly
made my way into his dark apartment, not knowing where he'd gone to
get my dollar. I don't know why, but I was so turned on at that point,
all I wanted was for him to yank down my cuttoffs and suck and fuck
me..

Soon he came back from his dark bedroom and handed me a dollar. He
thanked my for doing him the favor. Then I was shocked by what he did
next. He put his hand into his pajama bottoms and appeared to be
rubbing his cock while looking at me. He moved toward his chair while
rubbing his cock and sat down. His robe was open and I could clearly
see that his pajama bottoms were quite worn and rested loosely over
his hand as he did this. He said, "you look different than you did
earlier. You look alot like a girl. Come closer so I can get a look at
you... " And with that I slowly made my way toward him giving up any
pretense of a neighborly favor. I could only hope that he would not
reveal this to any of the neighbors.. at least for my safety, but it
was way too late for that kind of thinking now... my fantasy was
coming true. This was so delicious.

There were no commands or forceful actions he just started to run his
free hand up and down my legs as I stood to the side of his chair. He
pulled me toward him forcefully and began to press his fingers up
under the bottoms of my cuttoffs all the while he was breathing with
his smelly breath right up to my ass. My boy clitty was getting very
hard and I felt as if I might cum right there from his forceful
caresses. He moved his hand up under my shirt and began to feel of my
chest and bra which was not filled. Then his hands proceeded down to
the front of my cuttoffs. All of his sounds were very disgusting and
pleasurable at the same time. His fingers were kind of fat and hard
and dry.

He told me to move to the front of his chair and stand between his
legs and to unbutton my shorts, so I did and let them fall to my feet
and he let out a sigh of pleasure as they fell. All the while I was
standing with my eyes closed enjoying his fondling, He was stroking
his long hard cock slowly and pushing down his pajama bottoms.  When
my perfect ass was in front of his face he pushed his mouth up against
it and pulled my panties down below my buttocks. He was licking my
crack and biting my ass and rubbing his hard whiskers into my ass
cheeks. It felt unbelievable. I began to cum in my little panties
which still covered my clitty in the front. Then he put his hands on
my hips and started to push me down onto his hard cock. It really
looked rather long and thin. I asked if he had any lotion we might
apply for a lubricant and he said " awe shit, c'mon I wanna fuck ya"..

He said if wanted to have his cock wet then I'd have to suck it
first... and so that is what I had to do. In spite of the fact that he
was a disgusting smelling old man, I got down on my sexy smooth little
knees with my panties still around my thighs and began sucking on his
smelly cock. Soon he was very hard, slippery and wet from my skillful
oral service and he started to pull my hair. He pushed his cock into
my mouth and the back of my throat. I almost started to gag, but also
I could feel a twinge between my legs at the same time as I detected
his orgasm approaching.  He said he had no idea what hot bitch slut I
was when he saw me the first time, but he said I turned him on when I
came over tonite dressed like such a little slut... and all of this
coming out of the mouth of my neighbor!

Then he told me to stand up and turn around, that he wanted me to sit
down in his lap so he could push his hard cock into my hot pussy. I
pulled off my panties off so now I was wearing only my shirt and bra
underneath. I sat down slowly into his lap until I could feel the head
of his wet nasty cockhead at the entrance to my eager pussy hole. It
took a few tries but he pushed into my boy pussy with only a slight
amount of pain. It was a sharp pain when it entered and I swear I saw
stars briefly but it was soon followed by waves of pleasure which
quickly took over my body. His body felt like a large pillow with
pointer going right up into me. He was holding my hips and saying what
a naughty girl I was and I was such a slut to show up at his doorway
tonite... and he said my pussy felt so good. I could feel his cock
inside of me as he pushed it up into me as far as I could take it.
Thankfully it wasn't too big for me.. Soon we were rocking in rhythm
and he was rubbing my g-spot and my own orgasm was becoming so strong
I was almost falling off the chair. He reached around to fondle my boy
clitty and my gently caress my shaved ball sack. I started to feel the
spurts of his warm old man come shooting into my ass and my boy clitty
began to spasm and shoot my juices all over my spread thighs and his
robe and chair. It was absolutely mind blowing... We were both
completely exhausted and I slumped back into his arms with him still
inside me afterward... soon he withdrew his cock and I got off his
lap. I put my shorts back on and left my panties for him.. gave him a
quick peck on the cheek goodnight.. and said this is our little secret
right? He smiled tired, and nodded yes..

This was much more than I had expected, but it was a most satisfying
fantasy that came to life. We only met up a few more times and then he
moved to an old folks place outside the city. We didn't stay in
touch.. but I'll try to write about one of the other times we had a
chance to play.

I hope you enjoyed my story it is completely true. If you'd like to
write me, feel free. I'm sorry about my old email address.. something
went wrong with it.

Juliehourglass

tgpantyhose@gmail.com