Last week, I was working down south for a few days. With spare time, I was browsing in Debenham’s lingerie section looking to add to my collection when a voice behind me said “hi Dave, how are you keeping”. I turned round to see a blonde lady in her 40’s who seemed vaguely familiar. “I’ve not changed that much have I” she said, and back came the memories of an 18 month affair some 12 years back. It was Carol (name changed) who had been cabin crew, and told her hubby that she was doing a late flight when we met at my hotel. ‘Good to see you, how are you, you look good (still a good figure – great 34D breasts)’, I said. After a few words, I asked her if she would join me for coffee and chat over old times; turned out she was divorced. Over coffee, I told her I was working here for a few days, then she asked if I was shopping for wife or myself. Slightly embarrassed, I said what do you mean to which she replied ‘I always thought you had crossdressing tendencies since you admired my lingerie and knew what the good brands were’ (she always wore stockings/suspenders and push-up bras in hot colours). Before I could answer, she said ‘yes, you are still dressing’, I’ve seen your profile on SH. I blushed. As we were leaving the coffee shop, she said lets have dinner, come to mine, and come as Deanne. Needless to say, I accepted, and returned to the lingerie section to purchase some sexy undies in purple/white lace – bra/thong/belt and seamed stockings. That evening, I showered/shaved and moisturised my skin before dressing in my new lingerie, white blouse, black skirt and 4” heels, did my make-up and donned my blonde wig, slipped on my jacked and looked in the mirror – mmm definitely ready for F/TV sex (hoping Carol would be impressed). Down in the lift, through hotel lobby to car park, and set off to hers, arriving about 8pm. Carol opened the door, dressed only in a black negligee, red ¼ cup basque/thong/stockings, nipples exposed. OMG, you look lovely, darling, I wanted you to dress like this all those years back, the sex would have been even hotter. We kissed in the open doorway, and I mean kissed. Once inside my hands were caressing her lovely tits, her ass, and her clit, while she unbuttoned my blouse and squeezed my 38C false breasts and my ass. Forget dinner, she said, I need your cock/clit now sweetie, and we went to her bedroom; my god I was so hard. To be continued