That all changed though about three months ago when a new tenant moved into the block. Her name was Hazel and I found out from our warden that she was...sixty five years old and had just retired from her job as an accounts clerk for a firm somewhere in the West Midlands.I live on the second floor, and she moved into the flat right above me. One afternoon, I was returning from a fishing trip and had just parked up on the car park when she pulled up beside me. We nodded to each other then she. “I live close by. We can walk.” I thought about this. A stranger was asking me to go to his place. There was a degree of safety here. I thought about stories of gays being beaten up, or worse. “Please?” he pleaded. “It’s very private and not far at all.” He motioned for me to follow. I smiled and nodded and followed him out of the store. We walked down the alley, talking very little. He was shorter than me with a slight build and probably in his twenties I guessed, about my age. We stopped at a. He carries on the conversation, trying to make it dirty. Not being able to resist, I can't help but tell him what I'm doing. He replies by asking for a pic... I don't know what to do! I'm in a nice dress with my favourite knickers on but I've got no make up or wig on! I can't let him see me like this, but I wanted the attention...Fuck it. I rush to my room and apply my makeup, throw on a bra, slip in my fake breasts, do my lipstick, paint my nails and slip into some stockings. I send him a pic. I watched as she gave herself to Samantha. I reached for the blue panties. It had been years since I have had Samantha's panties in hand. And now I was about to get my first sniff of her womanhood. I opened the panties and peered into the gusset. There was a slight stain where her pussy usually lies in hiding. I raised the gusset to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of this luscious little lass filled my nostrils. My head spun as her aroma filled every sense of my being. My cock stood rigid.