I sure do

My jaw drops down hearing that offer. A rush of excitement floods through me and my heart starts to race faster. Oh god I will never be able to sleep now with all that possibilities in my mind. “R..really? That...that would be great!” I almost moan out. At least my coverstory got 100 times more believable with my last outburst of excitement.

Mr. Robertson finishes his beer and stands up. His mouth still full he gestures me to follow him which I do. He switches on the light to the basement and unsteadily walks the stairs down in his slippers, his plushy beige robe gliding behind him. On silent toes in my white sneaker socks I follow him down.

He leads me into a cool room with a brown tiled floor and switches on the light. This was once a partyroom it appears. On one side there is a wooden bar setup with cabinets and barstools and a seating arrangement with a table next to it. The rest of the room once seemed to be a dancefloor with small coloured discolights in the corner and mirrored tiles all over the ceiling. Now there is all kind of junk and boxes piled up, a weightlifting bench, a stationary bike, it sure was a little fitness room at one point too. The air is cool and a little moldy but not bad. I can feel the cold hard tiles through my socks and dance around a little from one foot to the other.

Mr. Robertson rummages around at all the boxes and suitcases lined up around the seating area. finally he finds a medium sized dark blue suitcase which he pulls out and lays on the table of the seating area. “There it is.” He also sounds rather excited as he zips it open and opens the lid, then steps aside.

I gasp. It isn’t just full of old women's clothing. Actually I can immediately see there is some lingerie, stockings, and really fancy stuff presented to me. I take a step closer. “Wow.” I say in a whisper.

Mr Robertson scratches his neck nonchalantly. “Yeah. My wife was quite foxy when we were younger. Had a lot of fun together.” He sighs, then looks hopefully up at me and smiles. “Go ahead! Don’t be shy!” He gestures towards the open suitcase and sits down on the weightlifting bench watching me.

Again I have to blush but I grab a piece of purple lace fabric and feel it between my fingers....it is a fine lace thong...very soft.

“Just try on what you like. If you need help, I am right here.” he adds. There is some new excitement in his voice but he also sounds quite calm and confident.

“O...Ok.” I whisper, feeling my little cock twitching again as I feel his looks on me and feel the soft fabric between my fingers. It starts to bulge a bit against my briefs....If I get out and into these panties now Mr Robertson will sure see that I am at least semi erect. I gulp. On the other hand we were swimming naked in the pool in the garden many times before, so I cannot play shy now either I guess. I can almost sense him licking his lips sitting there on the bench in the half dark dim light. I grab the purple lace thong and stretch it out in front of me with both hands. Oh yes this would fit me, but there is so little fabric to conceal my dick. I turn my face away from Mr Robertson and pull down my briefs exposing only my blank pale ass to him as I step out of my briefs and into the thong.

Of course even this makes my penis go even harder but at least he can’t see it from his angle. I pull up the purple thong and try to shove in my hard-on but that is not going to work. It just pushes the little fabric forward and it looks like a sailboat in full wind. My penis the mast, my ballsack exposed. I decide to fold my hard shaft upwards towards my belly and secure it with the waistband of the thong, the little bow on the front now lying directly across the pulsating red head of my cock. At least my balls are covered a bit now by the fabric. I turn back to the suitcase, my face glowing redhot surely but I pretend that everything is normal.

I can see Mr Robertson grinning quietly on his bench but he is decent enough to not say anything. I shove aside some rolled up pairs of stockings and gasp again in shock. There are several dildos, anal beads, cuffs, gag-balls and other weird sex toys in that suitcase.

He notices my shock and speaks up. “I told you she was quite a foxy girl. We had quite some fun down here. He chuckles as if it was perfectly normal to show me this stuff. My face must be already beyond red. ”Steve never mentioned that", I say in a rather high pitched voice.

Mr Robertson shrugs. “Oh. that is because he doesn’t know. We only ever used the stuff down here. And our 'party room' is quite soundproof and also lockable.”

I gulp again. “Good to know!” I add just because I don’t know what to say but it comes across quite flirty and a little bit scared. I pull out a black and purple corset, which seems to match my thong and hold it a bit up to the light. I never saw one of those up close let alone touch it. It seems quite heavy and sturdy with all the spokes going down the side and so much laces at the back.

“I could help you put that on if you want” Mr Robertson says from his bench. I don’t know what to say anymore but my body half involuntarily makes me nod and he stands up coming closer.

Oh my what am I doing here. I can feel my heartbeat rushing in my ears again. Mr Robertson takes the corset from my hand and walks behind me. he fumbles around a bit than tells me to raise up my arms. I comply and he hugs me from behind as he puts the corset over my belly. I can smell him as he gets closer, feel his beard stubbles brush against my shoulder. He closes the hooks and the corset sits rather loosely on my hips. At least the lower lace edge of the corset covers part of my throbbing read cockhead peeking out of the thong.

“I will have to pull the laces as close as possible to give you a nice feminine shape now, ok?” He adds, starting to fumble with the long cross-stitched laces." Again I just breath and nod and I start to feel him tugging at the laces pulling me closer to him.

“Better hold on to the bar” he says as he pulls the laces tight one after the other starting from the bottom.

I grab the bar and hold against his pulling ****, feeling the corset tightening up around my belly.

“Tell me when it gets to tight” he adds as he really tries to tug me towards him.

“Ok!” I whisper, “so far it’s fine.”

My belly now gets flattened as he works his way up. As I do not protest he several times lifts his naked knee out of his bathrobe and pushes it against my ass, pressing against it as he tugs on the laces for the extra inch of restraint. It feels great, lifting up my posture, tugging me in like a tight hug. My Dick starts to throb again with every tug and small amounts of precum leak out and get absorbed by the hem of the thong. I close my eyes enjoying the tightness as he reaches my chest. The tightening has pushed up all of the little bodyfat I have and it formed little boobs which now lay at the top of the corset giving me at least the feeling of having almost b-cups when I look down. My breathing got more steady as he finishes the lacing off with a bow and stands back. also breathing heavily from the exhaustion.

“Feels very good!” I almost moan. “Yeah it also looks very good on you!”, he adds in a similar hushed voice.

“Thank you!” I whisper.

I look down and see some straps dangling down from the hem of the corset.

“These are for the stockings” Mr Robertson adds as he watches me.