September Wedding 2014, TG Diary Entry

Saturday September 6th, 2014, September Wedding

By Joyce Devries, joyce_devries@hotmail.com Yahoo Chat ID: joyce_devriestv@yahoo.com

Note, this a true story, some of the names have been changed, but certainly not the events of the days!, this is taken right from my diary entry of the time.

My (email) name is Joyce Devries and it was a real life adventure, no this was not a TV/TG event. My spouse knows about and totally supports me as "Joyce"; she is an incredible GG, as you will see. I am 5'0", TV, live near Toronto, Ont., Canada, pass quite well as a woman and have done tons of "real life" things as a woman, this was a different experience, I have been to many Weddings as a guest as a female, but this was my first outdoor Wedding I attended and brought with it some unique wardrobe challenges. ===========================================================================

It all started with an email from my husband, Sharon in early August 2014:

Joyce,

I know how you adore going to Weddings, well, a close friend of mine from work is looking for a date for one in September, and he asked if I knew of anyone that would fit in with him as a date. He is very recently divorced, 52 years old, fit and attractive and really nice. I told him that I have a girlfriend also recently divorced and would ask if she was interested. It is his nieces wedding and is in Hamilton, he lives in Orangeville, so he will be getting a hotel room, so you will have someplace to change from ceremony to reception if you accept. Only catch is that this an outdoor backyard Wedding and I know your wardrobe is mainly for fall/Winter attire, AND I know you do not own any ballet flats or shoes that you can walk in grass without leaving perforation holes. Think about it and let me know, he is expecting an answer in a few days.

Sharon

p.s. he has no clue about your true sex, so chose what you wear carefully if you accept.

I had to stop and think about it after I read the email, Wedding's are the ultimate to go to as a female, with no one knowing your true sex, but I had to stop and pause in thinking of the timing, and what on earth I would wear. First order of business was to say "YES!", and emailed my husband back right away and told her that I would figure out clothing and was really looking forward to going to another Wedding as a female.

I had a month to prepare, and since I do not dress in the summer months in public, I would have to rely on the internet for finding shoes for the Wedding, as I could not go out and get them as Joyce. I then started thumbing through my various closets for a dress for a summer Wedding dress that would be appropriate. I found several floral dresses that would have been more than appropriate, but the material of them was more heavy and would be great for a fall/spring Wedding, but not a warm summer day outdoor Wedding. With the weather in Southern Ontario being so crazy in the early month of September, it could be 90 degrees one day and 55 the next, picking a dress was going to be a challenge. So I picked one of my floral dresses, a calf length one with lace around the collar, and hung that one up in my room as an option for cooler weather (Sharon actually wore this to a Wedding years ago). I then started chatting via email with my husband Sharon about it and she said in an email, "try to find something strapless it will be more comfortable if it is warm". Well, #1, I really do not have the body for a strapless dress (or so I thought), and #2 had never worn a strapless dress in public and #3, the strapless dresses I do have are more for the reception than the Wedding. I then asked her about the Wedding and as a veteran of going to Weddings dressed as female a guest, I asked where the reception was going to be and she told me at the hotel that my date was staying at, and she suggested one of my LBD's for that (however not my clubbing ones). She also told me that it was going to be a "traditional reception", with a full 4 course meal and dancing after, so to pick my shoes appropriately. Well, with a ton of LBD's in my closets that was not going to be a problem, it was the actual Wedding ceremony dress that was going to be the issue.

Then the searches on Ebay started, I started first for the dress, it did not take long till I found a dress looked like what I had in mind, it was strapless, floral and colourful, above the knee almost a mini, and was slightly spandex, and my body shape, the real selling point was it was had a peplum and for $20 it was worth the gamble. I won the auction for the dress and then it was trying to find shoes for it, that was more of a challenge, as I wanted at least a heel, but knew that a stiletto style heel was not going to work in grass. For the cooler weather dress I had heels in black that were slightly wider in the heel that would work, but all my white heels were stiletto's and with the dress I got, it would have be a variation of one of the colours in the dress or white. I found a pair of white low 1" pumps with a wide heel, almost "grandmother like looking", but for $10 and they were white patent, and I had a matching white patent clutch purse, and finally, I was only wearing them for the actual Wedding ceremony (probably never again), I went for them and won the auction.

Over the course of the month of August, my husband Sharon set me up to talk with my date for the Wedding, his name was Mark. We chatted several times on the phone and on instant messaging and got to know one another and he did seem like what Sharon described as a nice and decent man. Our conversations were civil and not once did we talk anything sexual, it was all very platonic, and we shared pictures, and Sharon was right, he was very good looking and he loved how I looked as well. Well, the dress and the shoes arrived and I was tingling with excitement and when I slipped on the dress, it fit like a dream, and the shoes, well, they were what they were, not sexy at all but very matronly, but practical, I even tried in our backyard walking in them at night on the grass, and they certainly did not sink in, so they were going to be right for the Wedding if I wore the summer dress. I continued to speak with Mark several times, we talked about our divorces (which I had to make up) and life in general and were getting very comfortable with each other. I told him I had my dress(s) picked out for the Wedding, but as always, I like to dress to please my date and asked him what he would like to see me wearing to the reception in case he had other ideas. I got the usual male response of, "something short and elegant yet sexy, high heels and silky legs". I told him, I was sure I could accommodate his wishes, then went and started looking through the one closet with all my 20 or so LBD's. The dress I came up with was one that actually my date, a GG Lesbian, wore of mine on a date two years earlier with her (we were the LBD twins), a silk black slip dress and a lace shell over the satin slip tight fitting body con style. It was more than just above the knee and very comfortable and definitely a classic LBD, and since I had not personally wore it in public I decided on it. I emailed my date Mark and told him I had made my choices and that he would like them and then he emailed back that he could not wait to see what I had chosen for the Wedding ceremony and reception.

The week before the date of the Wedding I was watching the temperatures closely and the long range weather forecast, and it was looking like the temperature on the day of the Wedding were going to be in the mid to low 70's, so the off the shoulder dress was the choice for the ceremony. I knew I was going to have to pack things for the change from the Wedding ceremony to the reception, and found I could get everything in either the dress bag and a tote bag, so a duffle bag was not going to be needed. Mark and I continued to chat, more over IM than on the phone and I could sense that the tone of the conversation was changing, not directly, but in a subtle way, and I was quite enjoying the exchanges. I knew something more might come out of this date than what had originally been planned, so I made sure I packed accordingly.

Before I starting the packing, I did a dress rehearsal of exactly what I would be wearing for the ceremony and the reception. It was a Thursday evening and the house was clear and I wanted my husband to see what I was going to be wearing in case I was missing anything glaring. So on the day of the dress rehearsal, I started by placing everything out I was going to be modeling and put it on my bed. I started with my outfit for the Wedding, the dress and the heels, and grabbed a new package of both ultra sheer toe to waist nude pantyhose and a pair of ultra sheer nude stay ups. Next was the dress for the reception and I laid it out and started thinking about the hose and heels for the evening. After conversations with Mark, and as always I like to feel sexy when out on a formal date decided on a brand new piece in my lingerie collection which was a black, all satin and lace merry widow, complete with 4 garters. I went with stockings, not stay ups or pantyhose, and the stockings were ultra sheer nearly black, with a lace band up at the top and I placed a new package on the bed. Next was the shoes, and for the ceremony, the white low one inch clunky heels. I then started to debate in my mind the heels for the reception, and was originally thinking about my 4" black patent stiletto's, but since there was going to be dancing, and I was not sure if my date would want to do allot of dancing, chose a compromise and that was the 4" black patent platform Mary Jane stiletto heels, which I wore to the 2013 NYE Gala and had no problem in dancing in and looked sexy enough and feel like you are in 3" heels. I decided for the jewellery and accessories, I would wait until I actually put on the dresses and then pick other lingerie from there.

My husband came home from work at around 6pm, and she called down to me from upstairs and told me that she was ready whenever I was. I started to get ready, my plan literally was to package everything up after I showed Sharon and then to put it in the clothing or tote bag for the weekend when my date was coming to pick me up. I started with the ceremony dress and thought about lingerie, and the bra was going to be my new white padded strapless bra, and the panties were going to be a powder blue lace and satin bikini style for both of the dresses. I gave a thought about taping my breasts for cleavage, but decided not to as both of the dresses did not show any anyway. I started with my latex vagina and then powder blue panties and then my foundation garment. I then pulled out a pair of white satin gloves and put on a pair of sheer nude stay ups from my lingerie drawer, runs and all, and slipped them on. I decided on a small pearl anklet for my right leg and put it on. I was thinking of some new pearl jewellery I got, matching necklace and bracelet, the pearls were a combination of large and small, definitely an occasion type of set, not for the office or the mall and small pearl dropped earring set. A silver formal watch for my left wrist and for rings, I had to be careful not to put on either of my Wedding sets, but did go with my Lesbian pinky ring, other Lesbian ring and my Bridesmaid ring in the ring finger position. I started getting ready, first was the bra, I knew it was going to be my new padded white strapless bra and I put it on and then the breast forms, and found it did not work and realized with my natural breasts, and the padded bra, I have a natural FULL B cup almost C cup sized chest, so nothing extra was going to be needed. I slipped into the dress and it was the first time with the bra and it fit like a glove, even more than the first time I tried it on. Lastly was the heels and then I decided to put on just a touch of makeup and my usual hair, not the longer hair I had just recently got. I put on a light application of eyeliner, then one of Sharon and I's matching lipsticks. The final check was to see if it was going to be too short for stay ups, or was I going to have to go with pantyhose, I checked in the mirror, and then sitting down, and sitting down it was close I then grabbed the white patent clutch purse and headed upstairs to meet my husband.

I walked into the living room and she was on the couch watching television, and looked me up and down and said, "wow!, the whole look is amazing, I love the necklace and bracelet, and the matching clutch purse to your shoes", she then looked at my shoes and giggled and said, "I think my mother has shoes like that, but they will work for the Wedding and in the grass". She asked me if I was going to be comfortable wearing strapless and I told her I was and she said, "only word of advice I am going to give you, no matter what, do not adjust the chest in public, find the nearest private place, preferably the ladies room". I told her I already knew that and she then said, "ok, let's see your reception dress, and what nylons are you wearing now?". I told her stay ups and she then had me sit down, and said, "when you sit down, discreetly tug on the skirt of the dress a little as you are sitting down, as I can see a bit of the tops of them". I told her I would remember that and then went back downstairs and carefully took off all of the jewellery and packed it up in my tote bag, except for the silver formal watch, I hung up the dress for the ceremony.

I then started getting ready for showing my husband the dress and final look I was planning on wearing to the reception to her. I stripped out of everything clothing except for the latex vagina, panties and foundation garment. I slipped on the black lace and satin merry widow and then grabbed two ultra sheer black stockings from my lingerie drawer, runs and all, and did not bother with my white satin gloves and slipped them on and clipped them into place. I loved the look and feel, and knew it would make me feel special all night wearing the merry widow, and no one knowing I was wearing sexy lingerie under my dress. Only issue was that even though my breasts were enough to almost fill the cups of the bra part, in order to give myself the same appearance of the afternoon, breast size wise, I needed my breast inserts, so I put them in. Next was the silk slip part of the dress and then the lace shell over top. Figure hugging and fit like a dream, I then slipped into the black patent 4" patent platform Mary Jane heels and went to the mirror to have a look. The dress fell about an inch lower than the ceremony dress to about 2 inches above my knees, and the way I adjusted the garters on the stockings, even sitting down, I could not see the tops. I liked the look allot, especially with the cute heels and the fact the straps of the bra of the merry widow and the satin slip of the dress showed was sexy. I then moved on to figuring out accessories. Since the dress and shoes and hose was of a black theme, the look needed some "bling". The jewellery was going to be one of my sparkly rhinestone sets, and it was long dangly earrings and a matching necklace, I finished off the look with a rhinestone anklet and a wide banded rhinestone bracelet on my right wrist. I took one look in the mirror and liked the look and then went and grabbed my new black patent clutch purse and headed upstairs to see what my husband thought.

I went into the living room and he was still watching television, and said, "well, very nice, and that dress does look familiar, looks just as good on you as it did Brenda, and are seriously going to wear those heels?". I told her I was and that I wore them to the New Years Eve Gala the last time and had no problem dancing in them for the entire night. She just rolled her eyes and said, "well, as long as you are comfortable with them, they do make the outfit look nice and are cute as well, they show off your legs, and by the way, Mark has told me over and over, how much he is looking forward to meeting you in person". I smiled and then hiked up the skirt of my dress shell and the lace and Sharon said, "oh my!, garters and stockings, and is that a merry widow?, are you serious?, I can see by the look in your eyes, you have something else on your mind by wearing those". I said nothing and just smiled and she said, "do not start something you are not willing to finish". I just smiled back and told her I was a big girl and knew what I was doing and loved looking elegant on the outside but sexy on the inside. She smiled and said, "I am sure you do, and on the day of the Wedding, I will be leaving around noon, after all, you are a single divorced female living alone, would look strange with me around, and I will be taking the truck, so just the car will be in the driveway, Brenda and I will be spending the day and evening together, so the house will be empty when you come home, so be sure to pack keys". I told her I would and left the room and went downstairs.

I slipped out of everything, and hung up my dress in the dress bag, and packed away the shoes in the dress bag and as well as all of the jewellery in the tote bag. The Merry widow went into the tote bag, as well as both clutch purses, but not before I packed them. I packed both with the usual clutch purse items, tissues, a tampon (as I will be on my period if things got romantic), a compact and I was going to wait until the day of the Wedding when I did my makeup to pack my lipstick and blush for touch ups and knew I would have to move things around between clutch purses as I changed between the Wedding and the reception.

The day of the Wedding came, and I looked outside and checked the weather and it was perfect, a high of 72 degrees and no rain and slightly overcast, so no alternative Wedding dress was going to be needed. My date was to pick me up at 2pm, for the 3pm wedding in Hamilton, so around noon I went and showered and got clean all over. I then went down to my room and started getting ready for the day, as always going to weddings as a female stealth, I was tingling with excitement, even more as this was a blind date. I started with the latex vagina, panties, powder blue satin and lace, from a matching bra and panty set, then my foundation garment. Next was, my bra for the ceremony dress, which was the white padded strapless bra. I then pulled out a pair of white satin gloves and opened a pair of ultra sheer nude stay ups and carefully put them on. About that time, my husband called downstairs and said, "I am leaving now, see you tomorrow and have a good time at the Wedding, and remember to always smile". She left and I continued to get ready. I slipped on the dress and heels, and next was the anklet, then I sat down and started doing my nails, which was my favourite red polish Renee gave me for Christmas one year. I waited for them to dry and then moved to my bathroom to put on my makeup. Makeup for the ceremony was going to be my basic office application, and I would darken it up for when I changed for the evening. I started with my eyes, a light application of black eyeliner, purple eye shadow on the lower lids, and light pink on the upper, then finished off with a healthy coat of lash blast mascara. Blush was my light blush and just enough to give my cheeks a little colour, lastly was my lipstick, was one of Sharon and I's matching, "everything with wine", and I put on a healthy coat, then lip gloss to give them a shine. I then pondered what perfume to wear, as I could not change perfumes when I changed for the reception, and I always like to wear my Obsession perfume on formal dates/occasions. I thought about my Halston's, perfect for a Wedding and an outdoor setting, as well as the Curious perfume, however, what I decided on was the Obsession perfume, but only a very small amount, a dab behind both ears and a tiny one on my wrists, and the plan was to put much more on when I changed for the reception. I was in the middle of packing my makeup, perfume and checking my clutch purses when the phone rang and it was Mark, telling me he was just getting off the highway. A last second thought came into my head, and that was, if the evening turned out romantic, I wanted it to be special for Mark and myself as well. I would want Mark to know what I was wearing all evening long under my dress at the reception, BUT, since I would be on my period and he would not know my true sex, so I had to be careful. I decided to pull out one of my black leather miniskirts, one with slits on the sides, it clearly would be showing the garters of the Merry Widow, as well, my black 5 1/4" patent heels and stuffed them in the duffle bag. Then just before zipping up the bag, I grabbed the roll of medical tape I use for taping my breasts and threw it in "just in case", I thought.

As always with a blind date and going with a man you have never seen before was exciting and nervous all at the same time. I grabbed my dress bag and tote bag and headed upstairs as I knew he was only a couple of minutes away. I put down the bags on the couch and then went to the main hallway and did one final check in the full length mirror and then the knock at the door came. I went to the front door and opened it and there he was, dressed in a grey suit, blue tie and had a dozen red roses for me. He was much taller than I thought and looked as handsome as the pictures he sent me and we shared. He smiled and handed me the flowers and told me how lovely I looked, I smiled wildly and then leaned up and had to be on my tippy toes and gave his cheek a light thank you kiss. I thanked him and invited him in to the house and told him, I was all set to go and wanted to put the flowers in a vase and water before we left. I went to the kitchen and pulled out a vase and filled it partially with water and put the flowers in and smelled them and loved the smell. I walked back into the living room and Mark asked if he could help with anything and I told him that he could grab my bags and he smiled and grabbed them and I grabbed my white patent clutch purse and we headed out the front door, I locked the door, and we continued to his car. As we walked to the car, I spotted him looking down at my heels, and I smiled, looked at him and giggled a little. He just smiled back and we went to the back of his car he put in the bags and then ushered me to the passenger side and opened the door for me and I slid in.

Now, the dress I was wearing was tight and the skirt definitely rode up, but for modesty I tugged down on it to cover the tops of the stay ups, but even then, it left allot of leg showing, and when Mark slid in to the drivers seat, I could see where his eyes went immediately. I noticed this and he quickly looked away from checking out my legs and I kept looking forward, and smiled inside and right then and there, knew that if I wanted things to get romantic, the ball was in my court. We chatted like we did on IM and on the phone about life in general and how life was while being divorced and single again. At one point he asked me about why the two dresses and not one, and I told him, "You will understand when we get to the Wedding". He told me the last Wedding he was at was over 20 years ago, and I told him much has changed since then, and that women's fashions and expectations at Weddings had changed. It was funny, it seemed every time we stopped at a stoplight, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him checking out my silky legs.

We arrived at the house for the Wedding, and it was in the West end of Hamilton, almost in Ancaster, the house was huge, and was in a really posh area in Hamilton. We parked on the street and Mark came and opened my door and modestly slid out with him grabbing my hand to help me. As we walked along, I thought, "gee I never thought of what to expect, all of the Weddings I have been to are in a church". We walked up the driveway, I was hanging onto his arm, and the limo was in the driveway and a couple of other Wedding themed decorated cars. There was a sign to go around back and we did and all I could say was "wow". It was almost like the ones you see in the movies, balloons and streamers, an arbour adorned with flowers and streamers at the end of the isles. One of the users came and asked the usual question, "Bride's side or Groom's?" Mark spoke up and said "the Bride". The usher then told us to follow him and sat us, I was seated next to a woman about my age, and we exchanged the usual, "female to female" smile, and as usual, checked each other out and she said, "what a darling dress", she was wearing a darker floral dress, sweetheart neckline, well made up, and that is about all I could see and I complimented her back. As usual, the conversation mainly was between myself and her about how romantic and wonderful the surroundings were and how nice the weather was while Mark talked to the man sitting beside him. I then started to look around and could not see much of the other females, other than the fact, it was all formal summer attire, all dresses.

Eventually the music started and we all stood as the Bridesmaid's, 4 of them, did the traditional walk down the isle. I could not help but get a tingle down my spine and smile wildly inside, as I recalled the 4 times I had the opportunity in my life to walk down the isle as one of them for real, and knew exactly what was going through each of their minds. I sized up their dresses and not surprisingly, they were strapless A-line dresses, not flattering at all to any of them, and not very romantic or pretty, pale pink, floor length with a white satin sash, all were made up perfectly, and hair piled up, then came the Bride, again, not surprising in a strapless white sheath style gown, with an organza skirt, hair piled up and very well made up, the dress not romantic or feminine at all. The ceremony was thankfully short lived and before I knew it the Bride was going back up the isle and unlike a traditional Church Wedding. Once the Bride and Groom were gone to sign the registrar, it was announced that there was going to be champagne and snacks being served.

Then the fun began, I grabbed onto Mark's arm and with my hand in that arm, held my clutch purse in the same hand and he started leading me around and introducing me as his "new friend". I remembered what my husband told me and that was to keep smiling and I did and I cannot remember how many people I met, but I was complimented over and over on my dress and a couple of comments, "my you make a lovely couple". I definitely was in feminine heaven, I had to be careful not to stare at any of the other formally dressed females, some of which were stunning to look at and very well put together. As we walked around I was happy my heels were not going into the grass and I eventually grabbed a glass of champagne and just in time to toast the bride and groom. After the toast, the mingling continued and the snacks, which I nibbled on as Mark lead me around. I could not help but thinking of what the wedding party was doing, out getting pictures taken and all of the posing and such, the times I had to do it for real, and how much fun it was and a pain at the same time, getting posed in different positions, wondering how the pictures would come out. I could not help but notice that Mark was gently caressing my arm from time to time as he walked me around and introduced me, when he did, I would always look up at him and gave him a loving smile, and stared at him in the eyes, almost saying, "keep it up". Then, what I feared happened did, I had felt the bodice of my dress start starting to slip and then it got to a point I definitely had to tug it up. I was in a bit of panic, but found one of the people I thought was family, and asked where the washrooms were, and was told to go inside and first door on the right. I smiled at Mark and told him I had to use the ladies room, and excused myself and quickly made my way to the house and inside to the washroom. I had to use the facilities anyway, put down my clutch purse and hiked up my dress and moved things around, did my business and cleaned up. I then adjusted the dress, nice and high just to be sure and then opened my clutch purse and pulled out my lipstick and touched up my lips, and applied gloss and they looked perfect again. I then packed up my purse and left the washroom, and went back to the party and Mark was waiting for me.

It was around 4:30pm, and the Wedding started to break up and other women were telling their partners that they needed to get changed for the reception at 6:30pm. I told Mark that it was time to go and we said goodbye to a few people and that we would see them at the reception. Mark lead me out to the car and I stood at the passenger side door and he opened it for me and I slid in. As he walked around to the driver's side, I again adjusted my dress and made sure my stocking tops were not showing and that I was showing maximum leg. Mark slid in and again glanced at my legs and this time I looked him in the eyes and gave him a playful smile and a cute giggle, and then looked straight ahead. The hotel Mark was staying at was about 15 minutes away, and across the street was the reception hall, so it was very convenient. As we pulled in the parking lot, I noticed that many other people from the Wedding were staying at the same hotel. Mark came around to my door after getting my dress bag and duffle bag. He opened my door for me and I carefully slid my legs around and Mark was a gentleman and offered me his hand and I forced my knees together and carefully stood up. Now, as for giving Mark a "money shot" of my panties, I am sure I did, but it was not intentional, but I could tell by the wry smile on his face, he at least got to see my stocking tops. I stood up and grabbed his arm and with clutch purse in hand he lead me into the lobby of the hotel and we went and signed in. The girl behind the counter said, "I take it you are here for the Wedding?", I spoke up and said yes, and she smiled at me and we shared the "usual female to female smile", and she looked me over and said, "I love your dress, and that necklace is darling", I thanked her and the thought of "oh dear, if you only knew what was under my dress". She handed Mark the room keys and told Mark the room was all ready as he asked for and I thought, "that is strange", and she smiled and was mainly looking at me and said, "enjoy the Wedding reception", I smiled back at her and said, "we will". We headed to the elevators and I hung off Mark's arm, and at the elevators, met up with other couples obviously coming from the wedding going to their rooms to get changed, and as always each of the females checked each other out and exchanged the usual, "female to female" smiles.

We got to our floor on the 12th floor and Mark escorted me to his room, which was 1201, and escorted me in, and hung up my dress bag and put down the duffle bag. The room was pretty typical for a hotel room, and what I noticed was that here was a bottle on ice and two wine glasses on the table in front of the couch. Mark saw that I noticed them and said, "I hope you do not mind, I got some wine for the room, as I thought we would have time to relax before the reception and thought you would enjoy". I told him I definitely would and thanked him for the thought, and looked at the clock, and we still had 45 minutes to go before the reception. Mark poured two glasses of white wine and we sat down on the couch, and he handed me my glass and we started to chat as we sipped on our wine about the wedding and he asked me about what I thought about the people I had met and told him I thought all of them were very nice. It was about then, I saw he kept on staring at my legs and I looked down and realized when I sat down that my dress rode way up and I failed to ensure that my stocking tops were not exposed. When Mark saw me notice this, I swear he turned beet red in the face and I noticed this and reached over and gently caressed his hand and said, "sorry, about that", and reached down and tugged my skirt down. He smiled and said, "that is ok, I did not mind the show, and I did not think women wore stockings and garter belt anymore". I laughed and told him, that they were not stockings and no garter belt, but instead, they were like stockings but had an elastic band at the top to hold them up and were a substitute for pantyhose and much more comfortable. He said, "well, I never knew, but I must admit they do look sexy", I laughed and said, "well if you think so, then they are", he then said, "oh trust me they are, my ex never wore pantyhose or anything like those, she rarely wore skirts for that matter". I laughed out loud and told him, with my job, I had no choice, skirt suits were what we all had to wear at the shop (which is not a lie), and bare legs were not allowed. I knew that ice had been broken, but I could sense it was also starting to "melt", so to speak, as he came back with, "I do love a sharply dressed woman in a skirt suit, sexy, yet professional, all at the same time". I took it one step further and said, "let's not forget to finish the whole look off, high heels". He smiled while looking me right in the eyes and softly said, "oh yes", I swear, I came "that" close to moving my face towards his to initiate a kiss, but I did not. Instead, I decided to make things a little more interesting for the evening and said in a slightly sexy voice, "well if you like a woman in heels, and stockings and a garter belt, you might be in for a treat this evening". He smiled and said, "oh, will I?", I just bit my lower lip and stared at him, and sipped the last of my wine.

I looked at the clock and saw I had 30 minutes to get ready for the reception, and told Mark I had to get changed, and I would try and be as quick as I could. He smiled as I stood up and said, "take your time", I grabbed my clutch purse, then I went and grabbed my duffle bag and dress bag and went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. I hung up the dress bag and started unpacking the duffle bag. I put all my makeup and such on the counter and then started undressing from the Wedding outfit. I was tingling with excitement as I slipped out of the Dress then heels, and slowly and carefully took off my jewellery and then the stay ups and put them in a zip lock bag. I was down to just my foundation garment and latex vagina and then started getting into my outfit for the evening. I could hear in the other room, Mark put on a soft rock station and I again, started tingling even more with excitement.

I opened the duffle bag and took out the black satin merry widow and sat down on the toilet and slowly slipped it on, and loved every second as I pulled it in place and adjusted it. For a second I thought about taping my breasts, but for the discomfort and hassle to do it, and the fact the dress I was going to be wearing was not going to be showing cleavage I decided not to and put the breast forms in. Next I pulled out a pair of white satin gloves and opened a pair of ultra sheer nearly black hose and carefully slid them on and after I did, took off the satin gloves and clipped them into place. I absolutely LOVED the feeling of the straps on my shoulders tugging at the stockings and the overall feeling of the Merry widow, knowing I would be so sexy underneath and formal and feminine on the outside. I pulled out the heels for the evening and slipped them on as to not to put a run in my hose as the hose was ultra sheer, and made my legs look so sexy and silky. I then pulled out my makeup bag and started to touch up my makeup, from the daytime look to a more formal low light look. I put on more eyeliner to start with and then wiped off the eye shadow I was wearing in the afternoon and applied one of my new colour pallets I had gotten, Almay "intense-i" with a dark purple on the lower lids and brown on the upper lids and an off white lighter below the brows, a definitely dramatic look compared to the afternoon. I then re-applied a thick coat of last blast Mascara and looked at myself in the mirror and all I thought was "WOW!", probably the best I had ever done and then moved to my cheeks. I put on a stylish, but darker application of my blush on my cheeks, enough to highlight the contours of my jaw. I then opened my clutch purse from the afternoon and grabbed the lipstick I wore to the Wedding, and then thought I should check my makeup bag, as recently I got a new lipstick, definitely not for the faint of heart, a glossy wet looking, almost neon red in shade, it needed no additional gloss. I found it in my makeup bag and decided to go all out for a dramatic look, and applied a thick coat, again, I looked at myself in the mirror and was blown away. I packed up my makeup bag, and pulled out the black patent clutch purse and put the lipstick in it. I was just about to grab the dress bag and take out my dress when I realized I had not put on more perfume for the evening and went and got my Obsession from the duffle bag and literally doused myself in it, behind my ears, on my breasts, wrists and even my ankles.

I pulled out the dress and took out the shell, the black silk slip dress part of the dress and loved the feel of it as it slid down my body and then quickly put on the lace shell and did the button at the top of my neck. I then moved on to my jewellery, Which included one of my sparkly rhinestone sets, and it was long dangly earrings and a matching necklace, I finished off the look with a rhinestone anklet and a wide banded rhinestone bracelet on my right wrist. One last check and I fluffed out my hair and was ready for my big entrance to show Mark. I grabbed my black patent clutch purse and entered the room.

Mark was just adjusting his tie when he saw me and quite literally his jaw dropped. "oh my GOD!, you look incredible!, I never thought", I smiled and said, "I told you women have to change for the reception". He smiled, and said, "yes, but I , well, I never would have guessed", I laughed a little and thank him for the compliment. I discreetly glanced down and saw a slight bulge in the front of his pants and knew I was turning him on. I saw that he had poured two more glasses of wine and I made notice of it and he stuttered out and motioned towards them, "but all means". I walked past him to the wine and as I did he said, "and you smell so lovely, what perfume is that?", I told him what it was and he said, "it suits you well". I smiled and knew he was staring at my bright red lips, I slowly made my way to the table and leaned down to get my glass of wine, put down my black patent clutch purse and at this point Mark had not even moved. In 4" small platform heels and the dress I was wearing, I knew what I was going to do would probably set the tone for the rest of the evening. I deliberately and slowly locked my knees together and bent over and grabbed the glass of wine, knowing full well that my dress would hike up and expose my stocking tops and my garters. I then stood back up and turned around and stared at Mark and slowly sipped my wine, and could see Mark was flush and again discreetly glanced down at his crotch and he was even harder. Mark walked over and grabbed his wine and we toasted the evening and sipped and I loved the lipstick imprint I was leaving on my glass. It was at this point I knew it really was up to me the way the evening would go, and I was still tingling with excitement, it had been over 9 months since my last intimate encounter with a man and I was itching for another, but wanted to enjoy the evening and the all night tease of Mark and of course the interaction all evening with other females.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was time to go and told Mark that and we both put down our glasses and I told him I had to take one last trip to freshen up and I would be ready to go. I turned away from him and again locked my knees together and bent over and bent over and put down the glass of wine and grabbed my clutch purse and stood up and smiled at Mark, again, all flush. I walked by him and into the bathroom, and opened my clutch purse and pulled out the bright red glossy lipstick and even though the lips did not need it, applied a healthy coat. I stared at myself in the mirror and realized again how hot I looked and then packed up my lipstick in my black patent clutch purse and fluffed out my hair and joined Mark in the main room, and he was smiling wildly and asked if I was ready to go and I told him I was.

I took his arm and we left the room and headed to the elevators and joined three other couples waiting and obviously they had changed from the Wedding to the reception and were going to the same place we were. I smiled at the other females and we exchanged the usual female to female smiles and checked each other out. I felt so wonderful, and as always when going to a woman as a female, every minute is special, and I grabbed onto Mark's arm tighter as we all got into the elevator to the first floor and en-mass started walked across the street to the reception banquet hall. I loved hearing the clicks of my heels as well as the click of other females as we walked along.

We followed the other couples and got to the door of the hall and one of the men ahead of us held a door open and we all walked in. Having being to a Wedding as a guest for over 15 times and a Bridesmaid for real 4 times, I was surprised to see that there was no receiving line and we slowly walked into the hall. It was large and there were many tables and it was dimly lit and the ambiance was amazing. As always, I let my date take the lead and as we walked around I could see that there was names on the tables. As Mark took the lead and was talking to people and eventually we were told that we need to walk to some tables near the back, and again, my spouses words rang trough my head and I kept smiling at everyone I saw, and of course, the always female to female smile and checking each other out. I knew I was dressed appropriately, and the shorter LBD, I was not alone and tons of other females were dressed the same, so I felt very comfortable. We got to the table with Mark's name on it and we proceeded to sit down, and it was a table for 10 and as always, the seating was males next to males and females next to females. The female I was to sit next two was already seated and Mark was the gentleman and pulled out my chair for me and a slid in and sat down and put my black patent clutch purse on the table in front of me.

As always with Weddings or formal functions for me the fun started to begin, the female to female interaction with no one knowing my true sex. As soon as I sat down the woman sitting next to me smiled at me and introduced her self, her name was Marg, and I smiled back and of course we checked each other out. Marg was first and complimented me on my dress and said, "love your dress, such a classic and your nails, I love the colour". I thanked her and of course complimented her back. Marge was about my age, in a purple, off the shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline, I could not tell the length or the shoes she was wearing, but her hair was piled up and her makeup done very well and she had on sparkly jewellery like I did. after looking her over I said, I think I have an identical dress I wore as a Bridesmaid in 1999, and it looks very lovely on you", it was an off the shoulder electric blue dress (purple), A-line and if it was like mine it was figure hugging, but would wait to see when she stood up. She smiled and thanked me and then again, like always the men disappeared and we started talking. Marg was like I thought, my age, she had two children and was a real estate agent and her husband a lawyer. She asked about me and I told her what I did (as a female for real), and she beamed with excitement and started asking all sorts of questions and I had a blast telling her all of the stories of the Brides I attended to. Like always the females chatted among themselves and the males to themselves and the table was eventually full and most of the guests had settled in. Like always as all females do, I concentrated on Marg and the rest of the table we exchanged smiles and pleasantries, but I did not keep track of the other females.

I made sure I kept talking with Mark every now and then, and eventually dinner started coming out and the first course was a salad, a light garden salad with alight dressing and conversations with Marg slowed down and I started back with talking to Mark. He leaned into me and said, "making new friends?", and I told him I was and the chatter around the table continued. I never even noticed, but the Wedding party was already at the head table and they were being served. Then I noticed the wait staff, male and female were coming around and serving everyone else. Around this time I took the chance to look around the table and check out the other females, I know during the flurry of conversations that I was told everyone's name, but being horrible at remembering names, I gave up on that. But the table had 4 other couples, and 2 were my age and one was much older and the other a couple in their early 20's. I found out Marg was a friend of the families and she asked about Mark and I and how long we have been seeing each other and I did not lie and told him not that long. The first course of the meal came it was sort of red creamy soup and I politely passed but Mark ate it. As the table at I took the time to check out the other of course could only see the tops of what the other females were wearing. Marg was wearing an electric blue strapless blue dress with sequins around the breast area, her hair was done up and makeup was very well done. She wearing sparkly jewelery to set the look off. The two other younger females were in LBD's like me and one was off the shoulder, the other strapless and their makeup was well done up and their hair piled up as well. The older woman looked like she was wearing a suit of some sort. The rest of dinner came, and next was a salad and prime rib roast beef dinner, finally dessert. Again the conversations continued and eventually I was talking with a few of the other females.

Then the fun part of the evening started (at least for me) and it was the first trip to the washroom, before the speeches. I knew I had to go and grabbed my clutch purse and held it up and said, "ladies?" and looked around. Marg knew what it meant, as it was the usual sign for a female to look for bathroom buddies, Marg said she would join me and grabbed her cluth purse and the 20 something girls had a puzzeled look on their faces and the older woman leaned in and said something to them, and they said, they were fine. Marg grabbed her clutch and Marg stood up and I leaned into Mark and told him I would be right back, and we followed the line of women heading to the ladies room. we both spotted the sign and of course there was a lineup as I had hoped there would be and quite a long one out the door. I took the time to look over Marg and he dress was floor length with a lovely slit in the front and she had on about 3" black patent heels to matcher her purse and I told her I loved the coloutr of her dress and thought it looked very nice on her. She at the same time, complimented me on my look and said, "you cannot go wrong with a LBD", and I told her that I agreed. The lineup moved surprisingly quickly and before I knew it we were in the ladies washroom, I was hoping for a ladies room, but it was just stalls and sinks with mirrors. I went first and found the next stall available and exchanged the usual female to female smile with the next women leaving and heading to the sinks. I went in and put my clutch purse n top of the toilet paper dispenser, the hiked up my dress outer and inner and moved around my foundation garment and wearing stockings and a garter belt made it easier. I sat down and made sure I made the right "tinkling" sounds and loved the fact on either side of me was wearing heels. I cleaned up and arranged everything and grabbed my clutch purse and headed out of the stall to the sinks to wait in a short line then put down my clutch purse, pulled out my lipstick and saw I definitely needed a touch up and applied another healthy coat, and loved looking over at the women on either side of me in the mirror, and smiling at them and them smiling back, I was just packing my clutch purse when Marg came up next to me and smiled and I told her I would wait for her at the door. I was as always thrilled at looking around and checking out what all of the other females were wearing and some were absolutely stunning and others, well they were fashion challenged. Marg came and met me and we headed back to the table and we walked along she said, I love that shade of lipstick and the nail polish as well. I thanked her and we got back to the table and Mark welcomes me back and said, "thought you would never come back", and I smiled and told him it was a long lineup.

The speeches started and it was the usual ones and I noticed that there was a glass of champagne in front of each of us, obviously for the toasting and eventually the speeches were over and it was announced that dancing was to begin and the bar was open. Mark asked me if I wanted anything and told him a glass of white wine would be nice and he and Marg's husband got up and left. Marg told me to enjoy the rest of the evening and the dancing and OI told her that I would. I checked my watch and saw it was coming up on 8:30pm.

Mark came back with our drinks and sat down and I then started dedicating all of my attention to him and he asked if I enjoyed my meal and told him I did and then asked if I liked dancing and told him that I did very much, and she said, "good as I love to dance alot". The first song came on for the guests and Mark stood up and offered me his hand and I got up, put mu clutch purse on my chair and slid it in. He lead me to the dance floor, as we started I knew I was in a bit of trouble as mark was a very good dancer, and he lead me around the floor, and all the while, he was staring and smiling at me, and I was smiling back at he same time. After each song he gave me a hug, and I gave him a light kiss on the cheek and after about the third song when he held me close for a hug, I realized I definitely was getting to him as I could feel the bulge in his pants against my belly. The routine was pretty much the same, we would dance for about 4 or 5 songs and then go back to the table and sit down and have more of our drinks. I could tell Mark was getting more and more amorous as the evening went on and I started giving off subtle "green light" signals, like "accidentally" caressing his hand and smiling and staring at him, occasionally biting my lower lip. It was about 10pm, and I really need to use the washroom, and when I came off the floor I told Mark I needed a break and he said, "getting tired in your shoes", and I told him I wear higher at work and am standing for 9 hours, and he just smiled and I told him I needed to use the ladies room. About that time Marg came off the floor and saw me with my clutch purse and told me that she would join me, I had to laugh inside as she was in her stockinged feet and slipped her heels back on, and we headed to the washroom. As we walked along she asked if I was having a good time and told her I was and said, "how are your feet?" I said fine and asked why, "she said, I barely lasted the day in mine and certainly cannot dance in them, and yours are so high and you have not taken them off". I laughed out loud and told her that I wear them at work for a nine hour shift and an inch higher. She looked at me and said, "I could never do that, the thought of it makes my feet hurt". I laughed again and said, "if you buy the right shoes, it should not be your feet hurting, but your calves". She said "really, I guess I would never know as I never wear heels except for special occasions. I thought was we walked along, "oh if you only knew what was under my dress"

We got to the bathroom, and there was no lineup, and we both immediately walked into a stall and I got in mine and put down my clutch purse and hiked up my dress and moved things around and sat down and did my business and had to be careful as Marg was in the stall next to me. I made the usual tinkling sounds as I did my business and then cleaned up and stood up and arranged everything and was quick as I could tell Marg was about at the same point and we actually left our stalls together and headed to the sinks. We both opened our clutch purses and pulled out our lisptick's and touched up, and I noticed that my eyes probably needed touching up but there was nothing I could do about it. We then smiled at other in the mirror and said again, "I love that lipstick said, it looks so good on you", and I thanked her, as we packed up our clutch purses. we headed back up to the table and as we got there, I put my clutch purse on my chair and took Mark's hand back out to the dance floor.

I could sense that things were getting more amours and more amorous and I was loving it and kept on giving him the green light and he started responding. At one point and then from then on when we came in for a hug after a song he would put his hands lower and lower on my back to a point he was gently caressing my ass through my dress, then to a point I knew he was feeling for my garter straps through my dress. Then at one point he leaned me in and said, "I know you are wearing stockings and a garter belt and you are driving me crazy". That pretty much I knew was the end of the dancing for the evening. I smiled and said to him, "oh I am, am I?". The quickly told him I needed a break and we got off the dance floor and got to our table and both finished what was left of our drinks, and I asked him the question if he was ready to go (knowing full well he was), and he blurted out "oh yes". Now, I knew I wanted to get intimate with him in a big way as the last time with a man was over 9 months earlier and he did not know that, so I decided to play coy.

He took my hand and we headed out of the hall and into the cool night across the street to the hotel. we headed to the elevators and I checked my watch and it was almost midnight. After having several drinks all day, both of us, I know I was feeling really good and I am sure Mark was. He was the total gentleman and made no advances to me as we got into the empty elevator and up to our floor. we got to the room and he opened the door and we went in, and I told him I would get cleaned up to get ready to go and he immediately blurted out, I would like it if you stayed for one last drink, and I could see by the look in his eyes, here was going to be fireworks, and I was loving it. I told him to get the wine ready and I would start to clean up to join him. I grabbed my duffel bag and took into the bathroom and closed the door. I then pulled out the lipstick from my clutch purse and put on another health coat, next I pulled out my black eyeliner from my makeup bag and freshened them up, plus applied more eye shadow as it needed touching up. I grabbed for my Obsession perfume and doused myself again, everywhere, then packed up my clutch purse and headed into the room.

Mark again complimented me on how lovely and pretty I looked and I thanked him and walked slowly and deliberately to him and put my clutch purse down on the coffee table and proceeded to sit down and intentioanally gave my dress a tug up as I sat down, fully exposing the lace tops of the ultra sheer nearly black stockings and the garters, then grabbed my wine. Mark had his back turned and his jaw dropped as he saw me and I smiled and told him to sit down and relax. I was sipping on my wine and Mark told me how much he enjoyed my company and dancing with him and I certainly made an impression to his friends and family. He could not help staring at my legs and I made the first mode and gently grabbed his right had and moved them to my silky legs and smiled and nodded at him and in a sexy voice said "enjoy". Nervously he began to caress them and moaned, "so silky and smooth, and the lace, so sexy", he caressed and moaned again, and said, "the garter so sexy and the heels, they make your legs so sexy and elegant". I smiled and in a sexy voice, "there is more than the garters", he had no clue what I was talking about and I thought I would possibly surprise him later. Then he said, "those lips, so luscious and inviting, I have wanted to kiss them all night".

That was it, I said in a very sexy voice, "well then, kiss them", he was stunned and I took the first move and put down my wine and leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips and moaned and broke the kiss and put down his wine and came in and came in for another kiss, this one was longer and more lingering and he then started caressing me all over and I reciprocated, but I stayed away from his crotch. The kissing got more intense and soon he was caressing my breasts, through the lace of the dress and our tongues were dancing and he started moaning and we broke our kiss and moaned how incredible it was and how much he wanted to do that all night and I played along and told him I did as well and we went into another passionate embrace, and then broke, Mark said, "I have not been with a woman in a very long time", and I told him, it was the same for me with a man. We started another long embrace and this one was the most passionate and now his fingers were getting dangerously close to my surprise and I countered with moving my hands to his very large bulge in the front of his pants caressing it, and broke the kiss and moaned in a sexy voice, "you have been hard for me all evening, I know it", he asked how and I squeezed his crotch and said, "this was poking me every time we hugged". He said, "shall we get more comfortable?, like on the bed?", and I said, "I think we should".

I took one last gulp of mine wine and grabbed my clutch purse and he took me by the hand to the side of the bed and I put my clutch purse down on the night stand and he sat next to me and the kissing started passionately again, and he caressing me all over and then we broke our kiss and he said, "I so want to make love to you", I told him I did as well, but there was going to be a problem, "oh dear, what is it", I told I was on my period, but I so wanted to take care of his hard bulge. He said, "I understand but how", I licked my lips and stared at him in a sexy way, and he said, "you mean?", I said, "yes I want that hard member between these lovely lips you have admired all night, and I promise you, it will be much more enjoyable that having sex with me", he had a pleading look on his face, and said, "but what about you?". I had a wicked smile and said, "dear, I will get more enjoyment out of it than you will".

I took the lead and told he needed to get undressed and comfortable and he quickly started to undress and I told him to leave his underwear on for now. As he started, I got up and pored another glass of wine sipped on it and smiled as I watched as he stripped completely naked, except for his white underwear. When he was standing there, I took another sip of wine and told him to lie down and watch me, which he did, I then told him this would be one last kiss and leaned down and it was a long passionate one and I reached down and felt the front of his underwear and they were soaking wet and hard member making a distinct tent. I stood up and pulled out my lipstick out of the clutch purse and slowly and deliberately applied a thick coat, staring at him as I did, then I put the lipstick down the front of my dress in my bra. I then climbed on the bed and moved my lipstick covered lips close to his and he said, "God you smell so amazing", and then moved my hand down to his soaked underwear at the front and started caressing it with my deep red coloured nails and then slowly started licking down his body caressing everywhere with my other hand and stopping at his nipples and licked and sucked them. He was moaning loudly, and finally I got past his hairy chest and got my self in position to take care of him, he was on his elbows watching me. saying, God this looks and feels so incredible", and I said in a sexy voice, "oh this is just the beginning of a wild experience for you".

He watched and I used my two hands and pulled his under wear down tight so his shaft was covered by his underwear tightly. I looked up at him, and said, "my dear, this is a souvenir for you". I opened up wide and then closed my lips tightly just below the head of his cock then started to moan and move my lips around a bit then carefully opened my lips wide and let go of his underwear. I then carefully slid his underwear down, leaving looking at a very erect cock. I then held up his underwear and showed him a perfect "O" lipstick print, and he just stared and I told him, he would have to keep them as a memory of tonight. He said nothing, and then I started going to work on him. I got comfortable and sized up his cock, it was average, about 5 to 6" long and average in circumference, he was cut and pre-cum ozzed out the head, he was more than ready. I sat back on my heels and pulled out my lipstick from my bra and applied another health coat, all the while staring at him, and as I closed the lipstick, licked my lips and said, "ready?", he said, "oh God yes".

As always, the first order of business was to slowly lick and suck the head of his cock and clean up and enjoy the delicious pre-cum that had formed. He literally jumped when my tongue touched the tip of his cock, and yelped. I them started massaging his balls, and did what I always do, see how deep I could take a man without gagging. I opened my lips wide and slowly took him in as far as I could go, which was all the way in and clamped down my lips and left a lipstick mark and then knew how far I could go. I then started my usual routing of licking slowly up and down his shaft and caressing his balls with one hand and then the other at the base of his cock, wrapped it around with my deep red finger tipped hands. Next, I slowly started pumping and then started quickly licking the sensitive underside of his cock, and he started moaning and groaning and threw his had back on the pillow. I then started flicking my tongue all over the head of his cock and knew I probably could not do what I love to do, and that is to prolong his orgasm, I knew he was going to cum quickly. I then kept stroking and moved my lips down to his full balls and started licking and sucking them slow and sucking each testicle in one at and time and moaning loudly as I did. I then moved up to the head of his cock and again focused on the sensitive underside, and he literally was almost screaming and knew it was a matter of about 30 seconds. I started bobbing up and down slowly and fast, and at times taking him all the way in and his cock hairs tickled my nose. It was shortly after that he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock deep into my mouth and grunted and started to cum. I managed to pull back a little so it did not go right down my throat but into my mouth so I could enjoy before I swallowed. He gave me a good 20 seconds or so, spurt after spurt, I lost count of how many and when he was done, let go of my head and I let his cock go with a "pop" and started licking and cleaning him up, and he was so sensitive he reach down and begged me to stop and pushed my head away.

I crawled off the bed and left Mark lying there panting, saying "that was incredible, I have never experienced an orgasm like that in my life", I had made my way to my wine and looked at him and said in a very sexy voice, "and was not my best performance, my B game if you will", he was still panting and said, "well if that was not your B game, I cannot imagine what your A game is". I smiled and said, "care to find out?", still panting, "you mean do that again?", I smiled staring at him licking lips and said, "only if you have more to give me, and no, not doing that again, something more, you will never, ever forget". He said, "I have never cam twice before, I mean so soon". I smiled, and said, "oh you will dear if you want to". He then smiled and said, "I am willing to try". I laughed and then reached down to the bed beside the one he was in and threw him a white terri cloth bathrobe and told him to relax and give me a few minutes to get ready, he said "ready for what?", and I smiled and said, "an orgasm that will blow away the last one you had and will be jerking off to the experience for years to come". I then gulped down the rest of my wine and as I put down the glass notice no lipstick mark, so I knew they at least my lips would have to be fixed. I asked him to fill my glass and then smiled, grabbed my clutch purse and sexily sauntered into the bathroom and closed the door.

I knew that Mark had enjoyed himself, but for me I got nothing out of it, other than a yummy mouthful, and was determined that the next one was going to be my best blowjob ever, however I checked the time and it was almost 1am, and my longest was 90 minutes and knew that I could not keep up that pace but would do certain things to get Mark to the edge over and over quickly, and really make him nuts. I slipped out of my lace shell and satin camisole underneath and hung them up, I also slipped out of the 4" platform heels I was wearing and looked at myself in the mirror and decided to darken my makeup even more to make them really look sexy. I pulled out my black eyeliner and darkened them more than formal lighting, more along the lines of an 18 year old that has no clue about eyeliner or a prostitute. Then I reapplied my eye shadow, about the same as for the reception and then my cheeks I darkened them even more. Finally a healthy coat of the deep red shimmering lipstick, then looked at myself in the mirror and I did look like a hooker ready for action. Next was going to be a slight body modification, I pulled down the straps of my black lace and satin merry widow and pulled out the breast inserts and packet them away and then pulled out the zip lock bag I packed with the pre cut pieces of tape and began taping my breasts. I had done it many times before, but this time, really squeezed the flesh to really give my natural B cups a full C cup look and combined with the built in push up bra of the merry widow, they would look amazing. I then pulled the straps up and moved my breasts around and indeed they did look amazing, I looked in the mirror and was stunned, the best I had ever done. I was almost ready, and pulled out the black leather miniskirt with the slits up the sides and slid it on over the foundation garment, I loved the feeling of the silk lining caressing my silky thighs. The last thing was my black patent 5 1/4" heels, I slipped them on and look myself over as much as I could and realized I could make any man breath get an erection. One last time I doused myself with Obsession perfume, including all over my breasts, even my hair. I grabbed my black patent clutch purse and packed my lipstick in it and opened the door and called out to Mark, "are you ready", he said oh God yes".

I walked into the room and as soon as he saw his jaw drop again and I walked slowly and sexily toward him. I then cooed, "and this lingerie was what I was wearing under my dress all night long", I literally could see the terri cloth robe start to move down by his crotch, and then told him the heels were my "come fuck me" heels. He was in awe and stood up and handed me my glass of wine and I just stared at him, and we sipped. He said, "now what", then I do not know how it came to me, but I decided to give him a lap dance. I cood, "ever been to a strip joint?", he said, "why do you ask?, yes I have", I smiled and then grabbed a chair at the desk in the room and put it in the middle of the room, and said, "come and sit here, I am going to give you a lap dance". He smiled and stood up and came to the chair and he stood up I saw his cock was getting more and more erect. He was staring and me and said, "I love your tits, which I saw them all night", I smiled and said, "oh you could barely contain yourself when knowing I was wearing stockings and a garter belt, I think you would have made a mess before we left".

I then said smiling, "NOW!, this is a lap dance, so the same rules apply as at a strip club", you cannot touch me, but I can touch you", he just smiled and said, "of course". Now, As a male it had been a very long time, over 15 years since I had been in a strip joint, so I was hoping him as well, as I definitely could not move like a GG, but I am sure I could get the jist of it down. I started by giving him a show and slowly moving around in my 5 1/4" heels, hiking my skirt and showing him the garter and snapping the straps and licking my lips and putting my finger in between my lips pretending to suck his cock and opening and closing my eyes, then staring at him. Next I moved and stopped before him with my hands on the arms of the chair, holding his hands down tight and spread my legs wide so that the black leather miniskirt would ride up and totally expose both garters and stockings all at once. I pushed my chest out to show him maximum cleavage moving it inches from his face, and then started twirling my hair around his face, he groaned, "oh it smells so lovely". I had his face totally covered than flung the hair back and then leaned in, my tits pushing against his bare hairy chest and started licking and nibbling on his earlobes, moaning and telling him how hot I was and how I wanted his cock between my red lips. I sat back and stared at him and played with my breasts through the lace and satin, pushing them together making them look even bigger, and licked my lips slow and sexy. I then got off the chair and pulled the robe open and his cock was standing vividly at full attention, the head glistening with pre-cum. I slowly walked around and showed off more for him and licked my lips in a sexy way, then walked back up to him and with my red finger tipped hands, held up my index finger and slowly reached down and wiped off some of the pre- cum off the head of his cock, and he jump and moaned. I brought it to my deep red lips and licked it off slowly and moaned as I was doing it, eyes closed.

I looked down at him and saw that he was breathing heavy and was ready for me to suck off his lovely cock, standing full at attention. Again, I was still playing coy and still teasing and sexily said, "still do not think you can cum again?", as I walked over leaving him sitting to sip on my wine. He moaned back, "I can, I can". I walked over to him after putting down my wine and stood in front of him, and offered my arms and helped him stand up, and left the robe on the chair, so he was before me completely naked with his cock sticking straight out. At first I was going to have him stand in front of the full length mirror in the main room, and get on my knees and give him a show as I sucked him off, but he was tired and so was I, and with the wine, I was a little dizzy, so I reached down and grabbed his cock and lead him to the bed and told him to get comfortable. After releasing his cock, my hand was wet and I smiled down at him as he got on the bed and licked his pre cum off my hands. I then quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed the mirror used for putting in my contacts and went to the side of the bed and Mark was breathing heavy and staring at me, his cock sticking straight up. I handed him the mirror and he asked what it was for and I said in a sexy voice, "to watch me give you the most incredible blowjob and orgasm of your life".

I then grabbed my clutch purse and pulled out my lipstick again then stared down at Mark, who now was caressing his rock hard cock and I slowly and teasingly applied a thick coat of lipstick. I packed the lipstick away in my clutch purse and crawled up onto the bed, on my knees, with my leather mini-skirted ass and exposed garters and stockings and silky legs for him to play with, at his head, I then worked my way down to his crotch, licking and sucking along the way, he was moaning loudly, at this point I could care less if he found my foundation garment. I moved my way down to his cock. The fact I would get to enjoy what I was looking forward to all evening, made it all the more special. I got comfortable and started my routine, very, very slowly, as I wanted to enjoy this experience even more than Mark, and licked his entire shaft like a lollipop up and down, Mark was moaning loudly and enjoying my stockings and the garters and caressing my leather mini skirted covered ass, again, I could care less if he found my foundation garment. Although the angle was awkward, I wanted Mark to be able to enjoy what I was offering to him. I continued to lick and suck oh so slowly up and down his rock hard shaft, enjoying every second of it. Mark was groaning and moaning, and I knew I wanted to totally get comfortable and enjoy the experience more, and decided to reposition myself between his legs. I crawled down, and never let one of my hands leave his rock hard cock, and kept stroking it. I got nice and comfortable, and opened my deep red covered lips and enveloped his cock and started my routine, slowly bobbing up and down, but flicking my tongue around wildly. At this point, it was like the world disappeared, including Mark, it was just me and his cock and I was enjoying myself to no end. His cock never got soft, it was rock hard the entire time. As I licked and sucked, all I wanted was to keep it up for as long as I could. I would eventually, at times, hear Mark moaning and groaning and grabbing my head and pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and I would move my head around so that he could not ram his cock down my throat and I could enjoy the feeling even more. I started a routine of licking and sucking up and down, flicking my tongue wildly around the head of his cock and the used my hands to stroke him up and down and from time to time, go and gently lick and suck his balls, when I needed a break from going up and down his shaft.

I was totally enjoying myself, but at one point realized I was getting a little too carried away, when I felt the pre-cum ozzing out of his cock and he was about to explode, his groaning and moaning was getting louder and I was far from ready for that to happen. I quickly took my right hand and squeezed the base of his cock firmly, to stop him from cumming and kept on licking and sucking. I could hear Mark getting to the edge of cumming as I sped up the pace. Again, holding firmly on the base of his cock, I would stop and slowly start licking and sucking his balls, and moaning and telling him in a sexy voice tell him how lovely his cock was to suck, all he was doing was moaning and panting. I was having a blast, but at the same time was getting tired. I brought Mark to the brink of cumming over and over, then stop and back off, and each time he would scream out and moan, "NOOOO!, NOOOO!". I was not sure what time it was, but again, I was getting tired and knew I had to get home at some point and decided that it was time to let Mark finally cum, and me, get the treat I was so much looking forward to. At this point I released the base of his cock and then started bobbing up and down wildly and sucking and licking and then started moaning loud to give more sensation to his rock hard cock. Mark literally screamed and attempted to jam his cock down my throat, and I backed off and he gave me a mouthful of big spurts over and over and over, it went on for at least 60 seconds, it was like drinking water, I was constantly swallowing. When Mark was done, I released his cock from my lips with a pop and slowly got off the bed, VERY unstable in my 5' 1/4" heels.

As I stood up, I quickly realized the heels I was wearing were not a good idea and kicked them off and stood in my stocking covered feet. Mark was lying there, eyes closed, panting wildly, and I walked over and cleaned out my mouth with my last sip of wine. I had to laugh a little inside, Mark lying there, his once strong and erect cock, lying limp on his belly. He opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "what did you just do to me?", I smiled and said, "You gave me a lovely treat, that is all". He just moaned as he stared at me, "I have never experienced anything like that in my life", I smiled back and told him, "you are welcome and it was my pleasure, and again, thanks for the treat". I looked at the clock and saw it was 2:30am, and I knew I had to get moving. Mark was the gentleman and told me he would call a cab for me and pre-pay it, he rolled over and grabbed the phone and called the front desk. While Mark called, I went and grabbed his underwear, the ones with my lipstick stain on them and then my clutch purse and headed to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was floored, I looked like Alice Cooper after a concert, makeup smeared everywhere. I quickly grabbed a washcloth and started washing my face to clean up, to a point I almost had no makeup on, I left at least some eyeliner on, but that was about it. I opened my makeup bag and pulled out the Obsession perfume and proceeded to douse Mark's lipstick stained underwear with it. I then walked back into the room and Mark, still panting and lying there with a limp cock, looked at me and said, "I wish I married you rather than my ex-wife years ago, you are an incredible woman and your husband is nuts for leaving you". I smiled, then handed him the underwear and told him to put them in a zip lock bag to remember me by, he smiled and said he would and pulled them to his face and sniffed them.

That was the last time I talked to Mark, I picked up the 5 1/4" heels, then went to the bathroom, and started to clean up, I packed everything up and then slipped into the black silk shell of the dress from the reception and the lace top and grabbed the 4" platform heels and slipped them on, then stood before the mirror. To say I looked horrible would be an understatement, I pulled out my lipstick from the clutch purse and applied one last coat of lipstick and packed it away. I made sure I had everything packed and grabbed the dress bag and duffle bag and walked into the main room.

Mark was sound asleep, under the covers, it was so late, I did not bother disturbing him and took a napkin and put a lipstick print on it and put it on the bed side table and then left the room. I found the elevators and as I stood there reminisced about the day and the lovely adventure. I got to the lobby and as I walked past the front desk the young female at the desk said, "are you Joyce?", I told her I was and was told the cab is waiting for me. I thanked her and walked out to the very cool night and the cab driver came and grabbed my bags and packed them away and told me to get comfortable and closed my door and drove me home. Nothing was said on the drive home, but I could not help remembering the special time, as a female, and not even my date knowing my true sex, nor anyone else. Again, nothing was said on the ride home and when I got to the house, the cab driver came and opened my door and opened the trunk and gave me my bags and I thanked him and then carefully walked to the back door downstairs. Now, this was a challenge, here I was after lots to drink, dark, a clutch purse I had to dig trough and it was almost 3:15 am, 4" heels and a LBD in the cool weather. I eventually got into the house and literally dropped everything in the main area of the house and went to my bedroom. I went and stripped out of the dress and lingerie, hose and heels and went and grabbed my favourite pesch satin and lace chemise and crawled up into bed and went to bed dreaming of the day/night and the gifts Mark had given me.

...end

So here is the proposal: First off, I AM NOT A PRO. This petite, passable TV, would love to meet you if you are in my area, Toronto Ontario, as described in the diary entry above. I love to be the girl of your dreams, and as long as I can remain the girl at all times, I would love to hear from you. I am not interested in being a TV/TS "girlfriend" and "BI" sex, but rather I will be the woman of your dreams for a wonderful and possible formal evening, I promise, you will not go home frustrated. If you are a NON- smoking male or female, or couple, please contact me, and who knows?