Tom helped Candy out of the car, patted her swishy rear playfully, and followed her into the mall. Their hands brushed as they pushed through the door and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to hold hands after that. Both were tingling with the excitement of shopping for Tom's silky underwear, and they thought they would look for skirts, blouses, & dresses another time. Heels were still another matter. They agreed it would be most fun to check four or five places before buying anything.

"How can I even know what styles to look for?" Tom asked.

"You've worn Helen's and Sally's underwear now and we can look for those styles this time. Helen didn't like Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood. She said those styles were too extreme and uncomfortable, and I agreed with her. When I bought her panties I went to places like Marshall Fields, Sears, & Pennys. Nothing sensational but still sexy as hell. We could try Lane Bryant, Lerners, Limited, or Sax (for Sex) Fifth Avenue.

"I can't believe I'm actually shopping for silky panties that I'm going to wear," Tom said as they headed into Marshall Fields.In the lingerie department Tom was embarrassed looking at the sheer and frilly see-through panties on display, but since Candy was with him, he was managing. Candy told the clerk she was looking for something with lace trim on the leg bands, and she seemed disappointed not to find much to choose from. They tried the same ploy at a few other places, but they found panties that looked uncomfortable or extreme in fashion, not good solid silkies in delightful pastels or even "virgin" white.

Candy said the problem was that the fashion moguls dictated what women in general would wear and which panties men would like to see, but some men have a different idea. How anyone can fathom fashion she didn't know, but she didn't like thigh-hi panties or sensational things in black or bright red. She couldn't figure out why many women found them alluring. "I wish plain pink bloomers would come back in style," she said.

"Why?" asked Tom. Candy colored a little and said, "Because they are my special fetish. I never told anyone but Helen about this but when I was four I was punished in bloomers, made to wear them as a penalty for cutting up my favorite blanket. And when I was twelve and began to masturbate, I found myself craving panties or bloomers to do it in. I loved the sensuous clinging silk on my cock and went wild when it got erect underneath the panties I had carefully laid between my legs. That sense of feeling it rise into an erection as a direct result of the touch of the panties was wonderful, and it still is today. I hope it never leaves me."

Tom agreed that nothing could beat the feeling of an erection as it began to harden, and it was impossible to explain it to a woman. He thought it was the taboo aspect that made him erect. o wear Sally's panties, he loved it. And when she said he could wear Helen's underwear, he thought my erection would pop my skin. "It's very taboo breaking to wear a specific woman's intimate silkies," he said."I love the feeling of her slip on me now, and her stockings and garterbelt may drive me out of this world."

He said he wasn't staying fully erect but he was halfway in between and it was the grandest feeling in the world. They stopped for a soft drink in a mall cafe, and when Tom went to the counter Candy found a seat at a table. There was only one other couple around, and when Tom returned with the cokes, Candy had spread her legs so Tom could fully enjoy the view.

"Do you wish you could do that?" Candy said. "I mean spread your legs so everyone and his brother could look up your skirt? Would you like to attract attention to your feminine charms?"

"Well, Candy, I love dressing like a woman but I don't want to pass as a woman. I love looking up your skirt, but I don't want to attract men in the way a woman would."

"Point taken. That leads me to my question. Are you as confused as I am about homosexuality? I loved playing with your cock yesterday, but I had to get over cringing at the thought too. I don't want to play oral or anal games. But two cds pleasing each other just to intensify the thrill of cross dressing, well, that's another matter."

Tom said he wondered if he would have the nerve to put condoms on their cocks and tease each other into having lovely orgasms. Just thinking about it stiffened his wick, but he didn't want to do any lovey-dovey stuff. He said he didn't want to hurt her feelings because she sure looked like a woman. "But you aren't a woman, are you Candy? I don't want to kiss you, but please don't take it personally." They both laughed when he said "personally."

Candy said it was good to clear the air, that she was as new to this as Tom. Not the cd stuff but the relationship. "I think I want what you want, she said. "See what happens. Play it by ear. Agree that we are not into homosexuality but into enjoying each other as cds. OK? And I am one lucky cd, wow!"

Tom said he could feel comfortable with that, but they were doing a lot of talking and could they please play a little game. "When I lean down to pick up this dropped napkin, spread your knees so I can look up your skirt." He did and she did and Tom was all cranked up again, as Candy discovered when she inadvertently on purpose brushed her hand against the front of his trousers.

"Let's go home soon," Tom said.

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