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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now.
***From FEMINET Call Me Oakland, Ca.
A well dressed young man walks up to the desk and checks in. he feels secure in a luxury hotel like this one, a staff that protects it's guests , very private, Once in the suite he relaxes with a drink and contemplates the night ahead.He draws a bath and adds a perfumed oil and as the room steams his clothes slip off. Enveloped by the water and the sleek sheen on the oil his thoughts shed the concerns of every day life. The razor skimmed his flesh leaving a smooth supple curve in it's wake. It was done, I rose from the pool and padded off the water. Stepping into the dressing room away from the steam a chill rose up the body a subtle reminder that a very fundamental change had already occurred. Using a bath powder to soothe the skin I applied the first layer that would shield me from eyes that soon would gaze upon the image I could project. I had started to transform myself into all the woman that I'd longed for,I let myself become the object of my own desire.I made up without seeing all that was created with the powders and pencils I used. The hair came last, unruly and tossed it came under her control and framed my face in a way that drew your eyes to mine. I smiled and passed her lips with gloss, Lynda walked up behind her and quietly looked at the person that the he or she in the mirror now had become. I'd lived with her for many years as a child. And often opened her drawers and carefully dressed myself in her clothes. But now she saw me as I'd spent years practicing to look. She smiled and walked up and stood in the mirror next to me. She took the packages on the bed and opened them. As she examining each piece of lingerie running the silky feel of them thru her fingers I could tell that she wanted me to dress up to writhe in exctasy like I'd dreamed of as a young boy. Her hands were on my shoulders and she bayed me ship the pearl gray colored panties over my ass. Her hand stopped me as they reached my thighs. Between my legs she tenderly tucked my throbbing sex. I laid back on the bed as she rolled the sheer stockings up in her hand. The nylons slid over my feet and she guided my new black satin pumps on. I was lead over to chair in from of the mirror and made to sit. Lynda stood behind me stroked my nipples then took a lovely lace bra and slipped it around me. It hooked in the front but before she fastened it shed turned me and leaning down ran her warm moist tongue over my firm nipple. I moaned with pleasure as she sucked it harder and harder. Looking up at me she smiled in a way that let me know the pleasure she felt helping me fulfill the most secret desire of my youth. When the bra was clasped, I looked up my breasts were so full an firm they filled my lacy bra. She kneeled in front of me and slowly pulled up the sheer silk hose I'd purchased. As she slid them over my calf I experienced a feeling of transition as the texture of my leg changed from muscles covered with corse hair to soft curves like those of the woman that I'd allays let my gaze linger on. Tightly they caressed my thighs as she hooked the garter straps from the cincher molding my waist. I crossed my legs and the ease which they slipped against each other suprised me. So sheer and so smooth against my skin,a second skin that shimmered slightly, yet shook me with its sexuality. Finally I stepped into a silky camisole and drew the straps over my shoulders.I slinked into the tap pant that would hid the huge bulge between my now seductive legs. I felt a shiver as they slipped over the hose. I was so overcome with new sensations I wasn't prepared when I looked up into my reflection. Standing before the full length mirror I stared with the eyes of a man confronted with a vision that I'd allays fantasized about finding. I turned slowly and leaned on the back of the vanities chair. There was such a duality in what I saw and what I felt. The space at the top of the thigh where it changed from nylon to flesh was the clue that qold me if a girl enjoyed lingerie too, if I'd caught glimpse as she'd cross her legs. The mirror showed me that girl there to reach out and touch with all the nuance that I had ever imagined. I felt the thrill that comes with that ability to tease as well. I'd found gloves made of shiny satin that absorbed the light yet shimmered in the soft dark grey glow around me. They came up to smooth over my biceps. I ran my hand over the curve of my hips and found that with these on I was able to spilt sensation and reflection. A women clothes are subtle restrains like a velvet fist, from the high heels that restrict where you walk and a tight skirt that keeps you from a determined stride. Even a wispy lace corset can pressure your body into curving hips and inviting cleavage.I understood that as she stood parting my legs with hers. Our thighs touched and she slowly rocked back and forth. It made a sound that was barely audible, I'd heard it before. When a girl moves to seduce her thighs cross and make that sound. The sensation that we felt as she rubbed against me is almost beyond words. Her panties were wet and my sex engorged as they slipped with only the silkiness to stop the friction and separate me from orifice that would gratify me thirst. She pulled away and posed in the mirror, she was teasing me. I tried to ignore her and leaned in to coat my lips with fresh lipstick. But I couldn't take my eyes away. She unbuttoned her blouse to reveal cleavage like that of a younger women. She bent and ran her fingers up her legs slowly razing her skirt above her thighs she wore suntanned silk stockings that complimented her creamy skin. They were hooked to a royal blue garter that matched high cut panties trimmed in lace. I rose and passed around her and ran my hands up from behind along her sides. She straighten and wrapped my arms around her.pressing against me she stoked my ass as we swayed together. She took me to the bed laid me back spreading my legs with hers. She held my wrists down till I was still then ran her fingers over me to enhance the silk she'd dressed me in. I was finally caught dressing up as I'd hoped I would be when I was in sixth grade. She teased me with that by exciting those secret desires. I would have done anything she demanded at the time to keep it a secret from my father. I wanted to be a closer part of my family as she and my sisters had become while I was away at boarding school.
Without realizing what I had discovered I played to my audience.My seduction wasn't the goal Lynda had in mind for me. Manipulation was my key. Instinctively I played to her sense of control. The more I enjoyed this forbidden pleasure that she provided as an audience the more she thought I was in her power. But she could be denied as well, I became coy and reticent. She shamed and coerced me into changes I hadn't considered. Using potions that removed my inhibitions she could violated me and hold me back till I begged her for more. She enjoyed the role change but she was tender as an aggressor. Always me cock was sheathed with condoms she extended them around my balls, that kept me hard and available to her at her discretion. Her school taught their lessons in depth. And I was so eager to learn.
We played our secret game some months as she provided for my wardrobe. As I found different looks to present and she became confused between the adolescent boy she raised and the stylisk chameleon appearing before her. The corsets she dressed me in curved me into a slut. But the silk dresses I wore had the finest cut, although they allays made me as suggestive as they felt on my body. She urged me to expand the borders that I set with the room. She took me for rides in limousines and sometimes shed make me tease couples in cars next to us. What she needed was a person to confirm in her mind what her eyes could no longer clearly define. Her lover was my fulcrum, I would meet him with all the outward shyness of an insecure young sacrifice. Then subtly drive him to distraction with the same aloof sexuality that I'd experience from girls during all my own hunts. I arrived at her home at dusk a day early from the invitation she sent. As my cab pulled up her car pulled in the driveway , she wasn't suprised but it did throw her off balence for a moment. She opened the door turned and pulled me into her arms. I love her purfume. We had a drink and teased a bit before she lead me upstairs to my room. I opened my bag to unpack but she slid across bed and stoped me, I stood in front of her and let her pull me to her . she nuzzeled my chest and ran her hands up the back of my legs. I wanted to be her toy but I had other plans. Her boyfriend was asleep in the room across the hall and I quess we woke him up. I had gone to the closet to hang some thing and found he could see me in a mirror. Lynda couldn't tell from where she sat so I started to slowly undress and taunt him. Off came my jacket then I leaned back against the door and slowly undid my blose. He could see the teddy I wore and the cupless bra underneath, my nipples were so firm and erect from rubbing the lace on the teddy that he had to know I was playing to him. I slipped down my skirt and bent to pull my stockings tight. I walked to the bed and sat next to her rubbing her neck and kissing her shoulder. We curled up to each other and she told me how pretty I had become. She was starteled when she realised he was standing in the door watching us. He had no idea I was her stepson but the buldge in his shorts seemed friendly. He walked over to the bed and slaped Lynda he wanted her to share. Before she could say a word I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth. She was shocked at how hungry I was for it. She pulled me away and over her lap slaping my ass hard. Pulling my panties down she exposed my stiff prick tucked between my legs. That stopped him in his tracks she explained everything and after a long pause he lifted me to him and sucked my nipples thru the lace. He told her that he would seduce me as a women and she was to take me as a man. He turned me around, my back to him. As Lynda obediantly knelt in front of me she kissed inside my thighs. I spred my stance allowing her to run her tongue over my swollen dick, she never went down on me before. I was estatic as I leaned over her. I gasped as his ridge cock opened me from behind. Finally I felt desired by the couple that slept in my parents room.