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MOONLIGHT AND LACE
By Lacy Lee
November, 1993
The January night was crystal clear, and the full moon's light glistened off the ice and through the picture window of Larry and Roberta's get-away home overlooking Lake Superior's north shore. There were no curtains on the window. There was no need for any. The only view into the house through the window would be from a ship or boat on the lake. That wasn't going to happen in January.
None of the house's lights were on anyway. The moonlight sufficed. Both Larry and Roberta found it more romantic that way.
A rumbling sound from the fireplace broke the silence, and Larry turned to see the sparks from the collapsing log dance upward and out of sight into the flue. He turned back to the stark winter scene outside and thought, no...no chance of anyone watching through this window. Too bad, he mused, and a mischievous smile spread across his face as he thought of all those times he had stood in front of a hotel window making sure that people COULD see in.
There were so many times over the years on business trips that found him in one or another distant city. So many opportunities--his face expertly made up and his wig done to perfection--to prance about his room in his fancy panties and bra, oblivious--they thought--to the voyeuristic gazes from the hotel, office building or apartment complex across the street or the hotel parking lot outside. Only after several minutes of being sure that he had been seen would he go to the window, make eye contact with the peepers, then indignantly draw the curtains.
Larry could never understand why he did that. Then there were a lot of things about himself that he didn't understand but had come to accept.
No, there was no one out there on Superior's frozen waters tonight. No voyeur to preen for. A real shame, he thought.
"A penny for your thoughts." Larry turned away from the window at the sound of his wife's voice and looked into the darkened kitchen, from where she was returning after refilling their wine glasses.
The silver moonlight illuminated her white satin panties, bra and high-heel pumps as she entered the living room and made her way to join Larry at the window. "Never mind," she said smiling. "I'm probably better off not knowing. By the way, Lacy, dear, you are stunningly beautiful tonight."
Larry felt himself blush, and he returned the compliment. "So are you," he replied, his breath shortened by the wave of femininity his wife's compliment had sent through his body.
Roberta handed Larry his wine glass, looked deeply into his eyes, and leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek. She didn't want to mar the glossy dark red lipstick that lusciously accented his feminine appearance. Holding his empty hand, she stepped back from him and took in the sight of his whole being.
Larry again felt himself blush as his wife's eyes moved from his eyes to his chest, where his Amoena breast forms formed two full and luscious mounds inside the silky cups of his Vanity Fair bra. Roberta gave his hand a jerk and his breasts swung to and froe inside his baby blue silk gown. "Bobbi!" he scolded. She just giggled, then looked deeply into his eyes again for what seemed like several minutes.
"Come sit with me, nearer the fire, Lacy," she finally whispered, "and describe for me what you're wearing under that beautiful gown." She knew how much he loved to talk, in great detail, about the things he wore...how it helped him validate the woman that dwelled within him. "And after you describe it for me my dear girl, you will have to shed that gorgeous gown and model your dainty things for me. Besides, if I'm going to sit here in MY 'unmentionables' you shall have to do the same."
Larry smiled at her use of the term "unmentionables." That had been something of an inside joke with them since the night years ago when he had told her about Lacy and, under her questioning, had shyly referred to his hidden stash of lingerie and his "unmentionables." They hadn't stayed "unmentionable" after that night.
They sat down on the rug next to the fireplace. Larry felt a bit sheepish about ignoring the fact that his wife might develop a chill, dressed as she was, standing by the window. But he loved the effect of the moonlight.
Now, the glow of the fire gave a reddish orange cast to her shinny white panties and bra and a warm brown tone to her bare skin. The effect was no less stunning than that the moonlight had provided.
They each took a sip of wine from their glasses and sat silently for a moment. "Well...come on...tell me," she finally said, a coy grin spreading across her face.
Larry felt his pulse quicken slightly as he though about the silky feminine finery that graced his body beneath his gown. "Well, my panties...are smooth...shiny...pink satin." He paused for a moment and took a deep breath to regain control of his breathing, which suddenly was becoming quicker and much deeper.
Roberta gazed intently into his eyes, and whispered, "go on Lacy, tell me everything about your panties!"
Larry's attempt to bring his breathing under control collapsed under her gaze and his own heightened sense of the glorious pink dainty panties encasing his body. "Oh, God, Bobbi..." he choked.
"Tell me what they look like," she firmly commanded. She squeezed his hand tighter to communicate her support.
"They are so pretty," he gasped. "They have a band of white satin lace trim at the waste band. And there is a little white satin bow attached with a tiny white pearl in the front, just below the lace band. And there are ruffled pleats in the back...frilly ruffled pleats all over the bottom. And there's more lace...frothy delicate lace at the leg bands." Roberta could feel Larry's hand trembling in hers.
"Oh, Lacy, my sweet darling. You are so much a woman to truly appreciate these wonderful things. What else are you wearing," Roberta prodded.
"A Vanity Fair bra!" Larry panted. "It matches my panties. Oh Bobbi, Bobbi! It is so pretty! The lace at the top of the cups is just like the lace around the waistband of my panties. And the little matching bow is attached just below the V where the cups come together."
"And I'm wearing a garter belt that also matches my panties and bra. And its holding up a pair of white silk stockings trimmed with french lace."
Roberta leaned forward and blew a warm, steamy breath into Larry's ear. She followed it by sticking her rolled tongue into his ear canal. Larry's head arched back involuntarily. The long hair of his brunette wig fell back behind his shoulders. The warm glow of the fire reflected off one of his dangling silver earring, the steel cold moonlight off the other.
"And the garter belt," Roberta gently whispered. "Does it have lace and bows too?"
"Yes! There's lace around the top and a little bow just beneath it. Just like the panties. But there's more! There more little bows...tiny delicate bows...on each of the garters, just above the snaps."
"Stand up," Roberta commanded, and Larry rose to his feet, his legs feeling wobbly from the ecstasy that was sweeping his body. He rocked back and forth for a minute oh his 3-inch satin pumps and thought for a second he might collapse, but Roberta steadied him.
"I want to see you in these lovely things, Lacy," Roberta whispered in his ear. She stepped behind him and unhooked his gown. Slowly she lowered the zipper. Midway down, the shiny pink band of his bra peeked out between the parting baby blue satin. And as the zipper reached its stopping place just below the gown's billowing waistline, Roberta got her first view of his silky pink panties' lacy white trim.
Roberta's hands went to the unzipped neckline of Larry's gown and she slipped the puffy long sleeves off his shoulders. After a gentle tug on the sleeves' embroidered lace cuffs, the silky blue garment began to drift to the floor. Larry almost swooned at the whisper of satin against satin as the gown swept over his panty-clad hips and his stocking encased legs to form a circular mound around his gown-matching satin pumps.
Roberta squeezed Larry's hand and helped him balance himself as he stepped out of his gown. She gazed at his shimmering pink delicate underthings. "Oh, Lacy, they are just as beautiful as you described them! Come with me."
She led him from the living room toward the stairway to the second-story bedroom. Their high heels clicked loudly as they stepped from the carpet onto the marbled entryway. Larry trailed Roberta up the stairway and he was overwhelmed by the femininity of her satin encased buttocks swaying in front of him. Involuntarily, he mimicked her motions.
Their bedroom also faced the lake and had its own ceiling to floor, wall to wall picture window. It was equipped with drapes to shut out the morning sun...if so desired. But tonight, like the living room below, it was wide open.
Another exterior wall was paneled with mirrored tiles. Roberta led Larry to this wall. She turned him so that he could see his feminized self staring back at him.
"Wait here," she whispered, but she was not at all sure that Larry had heard her. He gazed into the mirror, motionless...almost as in a trance.
Roberta crossed the room to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She withdrew a beautiful marble sculptured music box and turned the key to confirm that it was fully wound. When she pushed the release lever, the delicate tinkling melody of "Anniversary Waltz" gently filled the room.
"Dance for me, Lacy. Dance for me in all your feminine finery and beauty."
Larry pirouetted on his high heel and looked directly into her eyes. His arms raised slowly away from his sides until they were horizontal. His hands dangled limply as he stood frozen for a moment and then began to dance, slowly, with the grace of a ballerina, about the room.
Roberta watched with awe his feminine movements. It was as if a woman had suddenly inhabited his body. She had noticed this previously whenever Larry had achieved the trance-like state he now was in.
Larry felt his own sense of delight as he occasionally would catch the mirrored sight of his gracefully turning body, in delicate pink bra, panties, garter belt, lacy white stockings and satin pumps.
Gradually the music box wound down. Larry's dancing slowed with it. Finally they both stopped, and Larry gazed from across the room into Roberta's eyes.
"Come here," she commanded and opened her arms. Larry obeyed. She embraced him, turned him around and gently pushed him onto their bed.
Roberta rapidly plunged her tongue deeply into his mouth several times as she lay down on top of him. Then she withdrew it. "Spread your legs," she whispered breathlessly.
Another swoon raced through Larry's body as he performed this act of feminine surrender and Roberta's lithe body settled between his nylon clad limbs.
"I love you Bobbi," Larry gasped.
"I love you too, Lacy," she replied, gazing deeply into his eyes for a moment. Then she resumed the passionate french kissing. Their bodies writhed together. White silk panties whispered against pink satin panites. Larry moaned in ecstacy.
EPILOGUE
Roberta had been silent for the first half hour after Larry had pulled their car onto Highway 61 for the trip back to Minneapolis and their primary home and their jobs. "What are you thinking about," he asked.
"How much I love you," she responded. Larry reached over and squeezed her hand.
"Its hard to believe we're going to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary in just three months," he said. "Time has gone by so fast."
"It does that when you're having fun," she giggled. Then, turning serious, she said, "You know, Larry, we ought to do something special for our 10th anniversary."
"Like what," he asked.
"Something romantic. I've been thinking that it would be nice to renew our vows...in a ceremony just like our wedding," she replied.
"That sounds nice," he said unconvincingly.
Roberta leaned her head against his shoulder. "We could invite some of our close friends," she commented, but he made no reply.
After a moment of silence she raised her head and whispered gently in his ear. "This time though, YOU get to be the bride."
NOW she had his attention.
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