Note: This is a follow-up to my story "The Conference." This story can be read by itself; you don't need to read the earlier tale to enjoy this one.
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I caught up with Joe again at lunchtime. We were seated at a table of about eight people. Joe was the only one that I knew; he was seated beside me. After a round of introductions, we all made small talk while waiting for lunch to be served.
"Well," I asked Joe, "how have you found the conference so far?"
"Pretty good," Joe replied, "there were a couple of interesting presentations." As we chatted about that for a while, the food started to be served.
"Are you going to the awards banquet tonight?" Joe asked me.
"I don't think so," I said. "Any event that has banquet in the title just tells me that it's going to drag on forever. I don't do well sitting down, waiting for the meal to come, and sitting through a bunch of presentations."
Joe chuckled at that. "Neither do I," he said. "Do you want to join me for dinner somewhere else?"
"That would be great," I said. "Do you have any place in mind?"
"No, but I'm sure we can find something good without too much trouble."
We made arrangements to meet in the lobby of our hotel, and with that, we parted company for the rest of the afternoon.
Back in my hotel room that afternoon, I put on casual clothes to go out. As I was doing that, I glanced at my special green teddy. I had put it in the closet on the floor, and I wondered if the maid had seen it, and if she had, what she might have thought, seeing that in a room that was obviously occupied by only one person -- a man. The cum had dried off from the morning's adventures, and I briefly considered wearing it underneath my clothes. But only briefly -- it seemed a little bit too risky for me.
When I got to the lobby, Joe wasn't there yet, so I went to the concierge and asked about local restaurants. I was looking for an Asian restaurant, within 15 minutes walking distance. He told me about a Thai restaurant that would take 10 to 15 minutes to walk to, and gave me directions. As I was turning back towards the lobby, I saw Joe walking up.
"Hey," I said, "did you come up with any ideas on where to eat?"
"No," he replied, "did you?"
"Maybe. Do you like Thai food?"
Joe did, so I told him about the concierge's recommendation, and after sitting around most of the day, we agreed that a short walk would be just the thing to work up an appetite, and we headed out.
We chatted about things along the way, the conference, what the weather was like back home (very nice at my home; rainy at his), and such. We did not talk about our lingerie adventure that morning, although it was not far from my mind. We were about one block away from our destination, when Joe stopped.
"Oh," he said. "Look at that."
We were stopped in front of a thrift store. It was open, but according to the sign, it was due to close in 15 minutes, so it wasn't very busy inside.
"What are you thinking?" I asked with a smile.
"Well, I'd kind of like to see if I can find something sexy."
"Something for you to wear?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. Want to come help me shop?"
There was one lady at the counter, and it looked like two shoppers in the store. "We'll be closing in ten minutes," the sales person said to us we went in.
"No problem," I replied, "we won't be long."
When I go into a thrift store, it is usually because I am looking to buy women's lingerie. Nevertheless, I usually start off looking through the men's clothing. Then, as I complete my sweep through there, I wander aimlessly through the women's clothing until I find myself, almost accidently, looking at the lingerie. Tonight was no exception, and as I wandered through the store, Joe stayed with me, and we stopped in front of the lingerie.
I find the hardest thing for me is to actually start moving the hangers aside, and critically looking at the selection. But once I start doing that, I lose my self-consciousness, and I can actually start shopping. As I usually find in thrift stores, the selection wasn't large, but there were one or two things that caught my eye.
Joe stood by me as I looked through the selection. "What do you think of this?" I asked him, holding up a two-piece outfit. (I don't really know what the different names are for the different types of lingerie. I think it would be called a camisole, so I will call it that.) The camisole was a black, lacy thing. It looked like it would fit Joe -- tightly -- and it would come down to around his belly button. I wouldn't dare to hold it up against to him to get a feel for the size, but I felt that it looked a little big for me, so it should fit him nicely. The panties came with it -- it was a set -- and they were cut high at the sides, and very narrow through the crotch. They probably wouldn't hold his cock in, but in my experience panties seldom do, and besides, it's more fun if they don't.
"I dunno," Joe said, "do you think they'll fit?"
"Probably, the only way to know for sure is to try them on..."
"Yeah, they'll be fine," Joe said. "Let's get them."
I handed them to Joe, still on the hanger. He took them and we walked up to the counter. I never know when I'm making a purchase like this what is on the sales lady's mind. Does she think I'm getting it for my wife? Does she know I'm getting it for myself?
"Well, this looks nice," she said as she took it off the hanger. "Someone's going to be looking very sexy in this."
Joe said, "uh, yeah," as he handed over a five dollar bill.
"Do you need a bag for that?" she asked. "It's 25 cents for a bag."
"No, that's OK," Joe said as he stuffed both the panties and camisole in his jacket pocket. He took his change, and we left.
Dinner was delicious. We talked about work, the conference, sports, hobbies (but not THAT hobby), our families... just about everything except the black lacy lingerie in Joe's jacket pocket. We kept up the conversations, enjoying each other's company during the walk back to the hotel.
