From alt.sex.stories.tg Mon Jun 10 00:18:18 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: I-Link Lines: 449 Message-ID: y9OuxY5faZxM090yn@i-link.net Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-1-2.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
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.
LISA'S DREAMGIRL
A Story by Deena B
CHAPTER ONE
*** LISA SUBMITS TO ALINA'S PLEASURE! ***
While watching the tube one night, my wife queried if there was one friend of hers I'd be most likely to have an affair with, who would it be? I new immediately, but feigned no response. Lisa is a beautiful Latina not die for gorgeous, but definitely good looking woman. She's 5'7" tall, about 150 lbs. well exercised. She has pert breasts, a nice full bottom and luxurious legs, usually hidden in tight tapered jeans . She loves high heels, and has many pairs. She's one of my wife's best friends. Which makes it all the more difficult for me as a crossdresser, the man inside me screaming for her body and the woman inside me,Alina, her clothes. I'd love to play a dominant TV and often fantasized for quite sometime having her under my heel, 5" patent leather spiked heel that is.
I went by her house one day to do some minor repairs for her as her spouse is a total clutz. The work required repair of a wall inside of a walk-in closet in her bedroom. I'd asked the week before for her to clear out the closet in advance. We hadn't heard from either of them all week, so I hadn't confirmed the work was to be done, but they were only a short drive from our home, so I'd make the visit anyway.When I arrived, I noted her new car, a birthday present from her husband was absent,and his old clunker sat in it's place. He knew she was home and he never used her car and he was ALWAYS home on Saturday morning.Nevertheless, it might leave time for a chat with Lisa, away from his ever jealous gaze. The inner back door leading into the kitchen area was open, and the screen door ajar. Out of courtesy I rang the bell, but no one answered. I could hear noise and music playing inside, so someone was home. I called her name, but no response. I figured she might be busy on the phone or something so I walked in and set about making my presence known to play it safe.
Their normally meticulously clean home was in mild disarray. A large pile of mail and newspapers lay on the kitchen table, and a large pile of dishes filled the sink. Various take-out food boxes were scattered around some with food still in them. I noted too that clean laundry was piled high, dumped rather, on the dining room table, including some very lovely lingerie, causing a slight twitch or two in my groin.
She was sitting on the couch in the den with a blanket wrapped around her like shawl around an old woman, head down, disheveled, crying and quietly wimpering. I stood at the doorway for a few moments, unnoticed. I could not imagine what had happened and decided not to guess. I called her name very softly and very slowly she looked up.
"Oh no, I forgot you were coming over. I guess this must be Saturday, huh? I must really look like hell...." Her nightingale sweet voice had been reduced to gravel. "I meant to call you but this has been a bad week..." She broke off again, and turned her head back down into the blankets. I sat down near but not next to her and tried to comfort her, she and I had had brief moments of close friendship from time to time with her seeking my advice. I asked her what happened, and where Phil was. Still hunched in the blanket, all she would say is that he was gone, as if to say 'and not coming back'. "It's all her fault.. that bitch wrecked my life...", she cried and squeaked, pulling the blanket tighter. She asked me to excuse her for a moment, pulled the blanket around her and walked out. I waited in the den, wondering what had happened. Perhaps I should call my wife, from experience I knew I was just no good with crying women. I wondered aloud wbout what had happened. I'd always wondered about Phil, why he seemed to take little notice of his wife's charms, perhaps he had had an affair or a mistress?
A few minutes later she returned, trudging along with the blanket and no longer crying. Her eyes were reddened, her color was poor, skin tone almost faded looking. She looked as though she hadn't had any food in days despite the empty containers piled in the kitchen. She indicated she did not want to talk about her troubles and then as though nothing was wrong, she directed me to the closet upstairs, refusing to share with me the details, saying she'd be OK. I figured when she was ready to talk she would, and the work would take all day anyway. As she walked up the stairs, she clutched the rail, not as a guide but for support, using it to pull herself up.
"Lisa, is there anything I can do for you? Do you need to go to a doctor or something?" She stopped and turned to answer, declining. As she turned back to head up, she slipped and fell backwards towards me. I caught her, and helped her up. She could barely stand.
"I don't really want to ask but if you could help me get to the guest room, I would apppreciate it, I guess I need to lie down." I was glad to comply, easing her up each step to the landing. There was no rail on the landing itself, and she almost collapsed when she reached it. I caught her again, and insisted I carry her. She protested but put her arms around my neck. I pulled her to me, one arm under her back the other under her legs. Despite the circumstances her body felt good close to me.
I helped her into the bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the bed while I peeled back the bedcovers and propped up a pillow. When I thought of getting her into bed, this was not what I had in mind. She finally let the blanket go, revealing that she was only wearing a black full slip, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was short, and the way she sat showed just a hint of pubic hair, just enough to take the slack out of my jeans. I tried not to show my arousal, turning so that she could not see my erection. I tucked her in, and she mumbled something about not having eaten in days, just as I suspected. She quickly dozed off, I made my way downstairs, back to the kitchen and decided to fix up a little something for her. The cupboard was virtually bare, but I managed to find some standard breakfast fare. I soon returned, she was awake again and very surprised and greatful for my meager cooking. She sat up to eat, pulling the bedcovers around her waist, again showing her per breasts through the fabric of her slip. She ate quickly. When she was done she appeared composed again, and even smiled when she thanked me.
I left her in there, returning the dishes etc to the kitchen and then returned to upstairs.I went all the way upstairs to the master bedroom. I noted that most husband type things were missing. They had their ups and downs from time to time, but had never indicated they might part. I could hear her all the way up the stairs, when she started crying again, but then finally stopped. I wanted to comfort her but she either didn't want to or couldn't talk. I made several more treks up and down the stairs with my gear on the last trip noting she was sound asleep. I then turned to the closet. It was full .... full of some of the most sensuos clothing and footwear I'd seen in a while. It was quite a collection, ala Frederick's. Pumps, mules, slingbacks, open toes and spectators, all with incredibly high heels. There was lingerie in silk to leather, and a full collection of mini-skirts. I was in heaven, but even fully knowing that she was down stairs, that I would hear her long before she would reach the upper floor, I had to resist.
Alina had other plans. She spotted a pair of black patent open toed sling backs in a corner, next to a large metal filing type box with a pad lock, unlocked, hanging from it. I slipped off my work shoes and cotton socks, leaving them such that I could slip them back on in a hurry if necessary. I only wished I had on my nylons.
Lisa's feet , my wife's feet and mine were almost the same size, hers a perhaps a tad larger than my wife's. However, my wife only wears "sensible" shoes. I had tried to get my wife something racier a few times, always getting the size wrong and spoiling the surprise. She mentioned that I should get Lisa to try them on first if I wanted to give them as a surprise, since they had shared shoes before. I had purchased this exact pair for my wife a while back, after spending an hour one evening almost drooling watching Lisa model them. I had hoped at worst my wife would relegate them to the back of her closet, and I'd have access to them. Instead, they ended up here.
I slid into one, and then the other, my hot pink toenails sweetening the view. The four inch heels perked up my buns, and as I turned to look in the full length mirror inside the closet door,that old black magic had me in its spell! I pulled the door in behind me, trying to see if it would lock or something. No luck. I decided to take my chances hoping I would hear her in time. Eventually, I had taken off all of my male clothes, adorning myself with her outfits. I found some silk stockings (real silk for this lady) and a garter belt that fit and slid them on. I looked around to see if there was anything I could sneak out and borrow, as I became rock hard listening to the click of Lisa's heels under MY feet. I lost track of time, trying on her shoes and skirts. Three hours had passed. Then I heard the sound of water running, realizing she must be up and my little excursion would have to end. I slipped off everything and then put my pants and the pumps back on.
Curious, I carefully opened the filing box, to find a outrageous surprise. Supposedly a real white bread couple, I found a box of sex toys, mostly various forms of strap-on dildos, an enema bag with a bard plug and a dildo type adapter, and number of 8 x 10 glossy color pictures of two very striking women, one with a dildo strapped on plunging into the other one. Just then, I heard her come up the stairs, my dick shrinking like a balloon with the air let out. Like lightning, I put everything back as I found it and made towards the door... with the heels still on. Panicked, I quickly kicked them off into a corner, hoping I could fake her out from coming inside the closet. MY shoes, were outside. She pulled opened the door just as I was pushing it, causing me to fall.
She apologized profusely, surmising that I must have been measuring or something. The only thing I had been measuring was my waist against her leather pants! I sat on the bed, nursing my nose which clonked against the floor. She had cleaned herself up, gotten dressed and put on make- up, looking like the Lisa of my fantasies. She carefully looked me over, her luscious pink lips only a breath away from mine as she inspected my injury. I told her I was OK. She seemed back to normal, my pain brought her out of her miseries for a moment, so I asked her what was wrong. She was direct "You would have to have been born female to understand what I'm going through. And sweetheart, though I know you care, you just don't have between your legs what I have between mine !" I was shocked at her graphic response, but I pried further.
"Just what do you mean?"
She stood up, and stepped away towards the closet. She was now wearing a tight pink angorra sweater, so tight her nipples were discernable in the fuzz, her standard injected blue jeans and white stilleto heeled pumps. She leaned back against the closet door, placing her right foot up against the door behind her in what was to me a very striking pose.She asked if she could confide in me absolutely. I told her yes, that whatever she had to say would stay between us. She began:"Well at best, you might know as a man what it would be like to be with another man, but not what a woman feels with another woman."
What did she mean? She gave no indication that she was other than straight and they had talked openly about sex before. Was she bisexual or a lesbian? Is that why Phil isn't here - did he find out and leave?
She turned her head away from me and stared out the window. "My lover broke off our relationship and out of spite she told him....I told him I couldn't help it, I had a girlfriend before I had a boyfriend. He went away on business at the beginning of the week and cleared out. But if he can't accept me, it's better that he's gone."
She started to cry some more. She moved twoard me and then leaned over, hugging and pressing herself against me.
"I mean, to a certain degree you do know how I feel, because you're attracted to women, but you don't know how it feels to see another girl and feel the cream run in your panties at the sight of her. And there's nothing I can say about the feeling of having another woman inside you, even if the dick's fake." She pulled back and blushed, putting her hand over her mouth in realization of the secret she had just told. She was the girl in the picture! I began to feel on the edge of something, and decided when the time was right, I would go for it.
She began to ramble on about the circumstances and how she had been the dominant one in their B&D scene, and felt she had gone to far and pushed her girlfriend right out. Now with her husband gone too, she felt she had nothing. She was vulnerable and wanted to be consoled. She felt a total failure, having lost her husband and her lover at the same time. I tried to talk about it, telling her I empathized and how sincere I was in wanting to help her...that things would get better. I had never dealt with anything like this before so all I could provide was cliches. The one thing I made clear to her was that I was sincere.At the same time, there was a pounding throb in my pants like never before.
Then she said things I'd only dreamed of hearing. "Look, you don't know what I'm dealing with because you've never been there. Don't tell me what you think you know about me without having walked in my mocassins.If you think you can walk around in my heels, then we can talk."
"Do you mean that figuratively or literally.. ?," I said with a tone of levity.
"Literally! Look, I know this sounds really kinky, but if there was some way we could change bodies or something then I would feel like we could talk or something. In the meantime, maybe you could get some perspective by wearing my shoes for example, -it's not fun wearing heels all day, but I do it.... you men need to realize what it takes for me to put that look in your eye for example."
I figured the door was open, whether she was for real or not, and if she was offering me a chance to try on her attire, WITH her blessing, I was not going to pass the opportunity by.
"Well if we're talking sincerity, why stop at shoes, why don't I just dress up and be you ...." She cut me off.
"You couldn't be me if you wanted to, and besides, since I'm baring my soul anyway...." she paused and looked straight at me. She turned to the closet, opening the door and pondered. "... you would have to know what it is to make love to another woman AS A WOMAN !!" She walked into the closet, her back toward me.
I thought I would come right then and there, but I didn't and I didn't faint either. She blushed, and mumbled " If only I had a girlfriend who understood to confide in....." She came back out of the closet with a and empty suit bag, and the open toe pumps I had had before. She again was muttering something this time about going to visit her mother out west. Then as a testing guesture, she kicked off her pumps at my feet, and dropped the other pair on top of them. She looked intently at me, then back at the shoes. She turned away, going back into the closet. Stepping over the line she had just drawn I slid the white pair on, and walked over to the closet door, heels clicking. She heard the click, and without turning around to look handed me a pair on nylons and a garter belt. " You'll need these to go with those.
She then pushed past me and pulled away sharply, and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I had blown it, messing up my chance and our friendship. I heard the sink running, then the shower. I took off her pumps, picked up my shoes and headed for the stairs. She came back out in a few moments just as I hit the top stair. I turned back, in her hands were two big globs of Nair foam.
"The only hair on my body is on my head, so lets go if you're for real." I moved towards the bathroom to strip, but she blocked my path.
"Here and now, or never ...." I took off my shirt and looked at my sparse chest hair. I kept it trimmed to a minimum to go with my brassieres, but left just enough to keep my wife from complaining too much. As I looked further down, she said "Balls, butt and all!" As I took off my clothes, she looked on with disinterest, showing no interest at all until she smeared the foam on my bottom. Then she rubbed it in, really really well. Erect, I walked into the bathroom. I was showered off, then bathed in sweet bath salts. She shaved my face, and then my moustache. She trimmed my hair, and inserted hot curlers in it. She gave me a facial, then covered my face with some kind of towel. I felt her starting a pedicure, and heard her sigh as she rubbed a finger across my already done toenails. She took off the towel and smilled, commenting on my color choice and assuming my wife had done it as some sort of kink. I didn't let on.
She spent another hour on my face,plucking my eyebrows, applying foundation, eyeshadow, lipstick, lipgloss,then press-on nails. She then left me to finish setting and went back into the bedroom. I could hear her in the closet, going into the metal box. She maneuvered in the bedroom for quite a while, returning in a stunning black silk pants suit with 5" spike heeled black patent leather pumps, the silk outfit clingy in all the right places, and taught across her ass. She took out the curlers and brushed out my hair.She turned me around as she walked in so that I faced the mirror.
"Pretty girl?", she pointed to herself. I nodded. Then she took her finger and pointed to the mirror in front of me. I had been made up as her twin, but with sluttier tones.
"Time to get dressed..." She took off her blouse, revealing a black long line bra with the most wonderful lace cups. She slinked ever so slowly out of the pants to reveal string bikini panties, a black silk garter belt, real silk stockings and those fuck-me-ti- your-cock-falls- off pumps. She had a great tan with no tan lines. She removed each item and put it on the dresser. The sight of her breasts was greater than I ever imagined. B-cups of succulent wonderfulness, a sweet mouthful each. I was so fixated on them, full of both lust and jealousy that I had not noticed that she had removed her scant panties. And that she had a vibrator in her pussy. She said "Now you are scented all over like me, except here", she pointed to my stiff cock. She wiped the gooey vibrator onto my prick and balls. It was still hot from inside her. She then slowly and so sensuously began to put her lingerie onto me. First, the panties, with her intoxicating fem scent were slid up onto my waist, hardly containing my erection. Then, the garters and stockings, from her body to my body. As she slithered on each item, her breathing became more labored.
She slid each pump gently onto each foot. As a final touch, she reached up inside her pussy with two fingers, rapidly rubbing her snatch for a few seconds. She removed her hand slick and sweet, dabbing some on the toe of each pump and the length of each heel. She then gently licked it off, quietly purring that it was what she had her lover girl do to her. I felt like a truly sluttish, with her licking down there. The leather was so thin and exquisite I could feel every subtlety of her mouth.
"And what does a slut like you do?"
"A slut like me needs an enema while pleasing her mistress girlcock. And the slut only gets what she wants after her sweets run down her leg and into her pumps" She walked out quickly, as stopped to admire Alina as never before!A few minutes later I followed and saw the enema bag hanging from a bondage frame in the room. Heavy restraints issued from each corner, and she was strapping herself in. She stood in only a pair of 6" sky high white patents,in marvelous contrast to her tanned skin. Her excellent ass jutting towards me.
I clicked my way across the room, and grabbed a cheek in each hand. I popped my panties off, freeing the only parted of me that still felt male, ready to play the cockbitch to the hilt. I rubbed the panties on her snatch and she winced and moaned. She was on fire, hot and feverish sweet sticky dribblings working their way down to just above her right heel. I soaked it up with the panty fabric and used it to lube her anus. I put my fire engine red fingernail against the bud. She squealed. I clicked forward, placing my dick at same point. Her ass was virgin, but welcoming, after the first thrust. She frothed in lust, looking into a mirror on the side, watching my girlcock slide into her backside, towering in HER high heels. Her sphincter pulsed and throbbed as she moaned low and deep with pleasure.
I pulled myself deep inside her, and reached underneath to feel my prick buried to the hilt in her ass through her cunt. As I gently rubbed, she screamed even more pleasure. I kissed her back and neck softly, remaining motionless inside her backdoor. I whispered "Man or woman?" She only moaned. I asked again, she moaned louder. I pulled my prick out so that only the head remained. "Woman ...Wooooommmmaannn"
I stroked in "Woman", and back out "Woooooommmmmaaaannn". I wiggled the head of my prick around in her sphincter and reached for the enema nozzle. It smelled of alcohol, then I noticed an empty wine bottle and a half empty rum bottle on the floor. I quickly pulled out.
I hung the enema bag a notch higher, so the potent mixture would race into her bowels for maximum effect. She rocked back and forth on her heels awaiting my next move.
"Please put your she-meat back inside me mistress... PPPllleeaasee"
Her sweet juices ran like a river, the insides of her legs slick and wet , her pussy lips hung down visibly engorged. I placed the enema plug into her ass, and let the liquid flow.
"No mistress....no please no ....I'm begging No.....NO NO NOOO NOO "
She literally screamed in pain, confessing loudly that only now she knew the measure she had previously dealt, now administered by the woman she had created, wearing what she had last loved her lover in. She wanted to be fucked hard and long by a woman with a real penis.She needed cock and tits, perfume and strong hands, high heels and balls.I rubbed my she-meat on her pussy lips as the bag continued to drain. Knowing that she loved the taste of her own juices, I clicked around in front of her, and pulled up her hair so that her mouth opened wide. It was beautiful seeing her well made-up face with my tool ramming in and out. As I looked down, I could see the gold and pink tones in her perfectly blended eyeshadow, the red lip gloss from her mouth now coming off on the base of my shaft, and further down, my sexy legs sheathed in HER OWN black silk stockings, and just a glint of shine from HER pumps, the ones she had been fucked her girlfriend with.
Again, I abruptly pulled out. The enema bag now empty, I reached under her belly, now full to bursting, massaging her tummy like a Puppy. She purred quietly.She was thoroughly drunk, with wine, with rum, and with the cock of the girl she was falling in love with.
I rubbed my prick on her ass again, around the enema plug which she could not remove.
"Pump me with your pumps mistress, let me hear them click as you pump me.. Please give me your sweet hard-on...your girlcock.."
I could no longer resist. I grabbed two pillows from the bed and forced them trough the frame into her belly, creating even greater pressure on her full insides and even more sensitivity.
I slid into her sex sheath, her cunt a waiting frothy home of joy, exceedingly glad for my hardness inside her.
"Pump me with your sweet glorious penis Mistress"
I stroked the most tender vagina I had ever, and none was ever more wanting and desirable. She met me with each and every stroke, our heels clicking as we stood rocking on the floor. "Girl penis is the best penis, girlcock does it best." She chanted. I pounded in again and again, each time slapping my balls against her cunt lips, harder and harder. "I love your girlcoooooccccckkk" She came, arching her ass up into me, and holding it there. She kicked up her legs and wrapped them around my back, squeezing hard. I reached underneath, giving her clitty a gental squeeze and she came again, arching even tighter into my groin, finally releasing the liquid candy in an explosion from the prick of the woman she know knew she loved and could not live without......
END OF CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
Lisa plots revenge against her lesbian ex-lover!
From alt.sex.stories.tg Mon Jun 10 00:18:20 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet ~From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg ~Subject: Story - Ggdream2.txt ~Date: Fri, 07 Jun 1996 22:14:29 -0500 Organization: I-Link ~Lines: 558 Message-ID: VAPuxY5faNze090yn@i-link.net ~Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-1-2.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
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.
******* CHAPTER TWO ********
Lisa plots revenge against her lesbian ex-lover!
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I had come harder than ever before, our mixed nectar flowing out of her thick and heavy. She still held me inside her intensely preventing me from going soft, and savoring the glow of her own climax. I reached up and released her hands. She reached behind me, pulling me close on her back, cooing softly still rocking her bottom against me. Time passed, and my legs were getting weak from making love in heels for so long. I tried to pull out, but she just backed into me harder. I pressed my back against hers, and attempted to arch my bottom up and away to release myself from her sex, her limberness defeating my attempt. I finally began to peel myself from her back, our sweat acting as a seal between us, and stepped away. She moaned in pain and disappointment, hissing like a radiator as I finally removed myself from her depths, clutching hard to her bonds, realizing for now we had stopped.
I bent down and released her lovely feet stopping to apply light kisses to each leg and ankle as she was unshackled. She continued to caress my back and shoulders as I finished. When she was free she turned toward me, then gently traced the outline of my lips with her tongue.
Suddenly, she remembered her fullness, the enema still retained. She caressed my bottom, then tip toed quickly to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I fell to the bed exhausted, wondering what would happen next. Had I simply been a some sort of release for her, a one- time thing while she was down and needed someone? If so, I was going to be forever greatful. And goodness, what inner secrets of my own I had exposed! Would she keep this just between us?
It was getting late, and I was exhausted. She had been in the bathroom for about a half hour or so, so I decided it would be safe to take a nap. Just in case, I with great regret took off her clothes and layed them neatly in a chair, and put my own back on, the moment of fantasy seeming to pass. I went to the mirror and removed the makeup. I decided against the nap and sat back down on the bed to wait for her to come out. Maybe she was waiting for me to leave? As I mulled over my next move, I somehow drifted off to sleep.
I was more tired than I thought. I awoke hours later, it was now much later than I was usually out for much of anything. She told me my wife had called, and said she had told her that the work I had planned was going very poorly so I would stop and be home within the hour. She had cleaned up everything, the rack slid back into it's spot in the wall, looking like the frame to the bookcase. Ingenious I thought! All the clothes were put away, and she was wearing curlers, no makeup, and an oversize bathrobe, looking terribly housewife. I stood up, put on my work shoes and etc and went to walk out. She said she would walk me to the door, I spoke nary a word.
I approached the door and she stopped me. " I just want you to know I really enjoyed our little scene up there.... it wasn't all just sex. I wanted you for a long time, ever since that time you had me try on those shoes for you for your wife, remember that?" I nodded, still not speaking. " I saw your reaction when you asked me to try them on - when you opened the box you had this look in your eye that said everything, that this was much more for your than for her. I enjoyed that evening too, but I figured that was all you wanted." She paused and looked away from me. "Phil and I never got along very well, but he did love me and provide for me. Our's I guess was more a marriage of convenience at times, like sometimes we were just roommates... with his 'business' trips and all, hell we were pretty much just roommates at times."
She rambled on for a few minutes more, about how much she enjoyed our evening, but how I was just not Rebecca, her ex-lover, although the idea of crossdressing, although she never thought about it before, was quite appealing. She said she liked being the submissive for a change too. She spoke so matter-of-factly about it all and with such frankness. Then the end came, with her talking about that if this had been another time and another place... the ships passing in the night.... this was fun but it wouldn't be right... etc. I continued to nod and shake my head appropriately, all the while extremely disappointed in the final turnout and trying not to show it. She said perhaps in the future we might talk, but not now. We said our good byes and I made my way home.
The little woman was already asleep, making it easier to get cleaned up and de-perfumed. I then remebered a discussion we had about open marriage a long time ago. She wanted me to feel free, oddly enough, but to remember where I lived. We both had other lovers right up until days before our wedding, but not since. The whole conversation felt strange, but we agreed, that should the matter ever exist, we would not bring our new partner home and no more than for a weekend. Inside those rules, life became interesting. Two weeks after that, she told me of going to meet an old college boyfriend who now lived in a nearby town. She asked me directly about our previous conversation, did my opinions still stand in the face of reality. Not knowing exactly what I was committing to,I said yes, thinking she must have caught me looking at the sexy little pixy at the checkout counter at the supermarket. When Gina returned from her visit, she was quite horny. It wasn't until I entered her that I realized what she had meant earlier. Reality was quite a shock. I felt repulsed at first, then settled in to enjoy her randiness. She was an animal and literally wore me out.
I settled into bed, the memories of the day still vivid. I carefully pulled the covers up, trying not to wake her. When I finally had settled, she turned over to me in the bed and reached down to my crotch, wrapping her fingers around my length. "So did you enjoy her?" I was in shock! Just how much did she know? She was aware that I liked to crossdress, but opposed to it. All she liked was mostly very straight-laced sex. She squeezed and pumped me slowly as I let out a low moan. " Whatever then, just as long as she left me enough...." She pumped harder and faster, wrapping her mouth around the tip as I came. Afterwards she kissed me lightly on the cheek, and rolled over and went to sleep. I soon slumbered also, happy but confused.
The next day was as if nothing had happened, except that Gina seemed exceptionally pensive and moody. Nothing unusual... and no acknowledgement of the previous day's events whatsoever. I went by Lisa's late in the afternoon to collect my equipment. She was gone, and had had my tools piled up in the garage. I collected my stuff and departed.
She went home to her mother's for several months to sort herself out. When she returned to town, my wife made note that she was back and had sold the house and moved into a townhouse. She also said that she might stop by for dinner in the near future.
She had been back about a month when I first saw her. She was crossing the street and even from a distance looked different. Her normally vampish attire had been replaced by a very businessy look, her flowing hair in a tight bun. I tried to call to her to say hi, but she was out of earshot and drove away before I could get closer.
Months passed, and each time I saw her, she was out of range, except for one occasion. I barely noticed her as I was going into a store through a revolving door. She was again dressed very severely. She was headed out as I was headed in and by the time I managed to get around the aisles to the exit side she was gone again. It was like she was out of Star Trek and had a cloaking device. Either that or I was hallucinating!
During those same months, Gina and I tried many other sexual avenues. We rented several racy videos, some of everything. The only things that seemed to appeal to her were secret rendesvous types and sapphic sex. The former we had already tried, and the latter, even though her body was enticed, she found mentally repulsive. She found mild interest in so called `she-male' movies, but only the she-male was with a female. Our sex life was good, and she found a few more 'college friends'. We tried swapping with some friends of ours, but that turned out dismal.My hopes of having another time line the one with Lisa were growing dimmer by the day, it now having been a year.
A few days after the revolving door encounter, Gina announced that she would be coming over for a small party we were having. I was gleeful inside, perhaps there was another chance?
The days before passed slowly, and I found myself daydreaming of her to no end at work, reliving each moment of that fateful day.
The night of the party, the other people we had invited were all couples, and she was told she could bring a date. They were the last to arrive. He was a business associate, more an escort than a date. She was slightly less severe in her attire,still in a dark sharp business suit, and her makeup was warm and friendly but not sexy. I did note however, that she had on the same open toed black patents from a year ago.
The party was in full swing, our guests out in the yard dancing on the patio. Gina was at her finest as she loved to entertain. I was relegated to the barbecue for a while, and when I went into the kitchen, Lisa and Gina were chatting away about shoes .
"Gina, you should really try something like these. They would really look good on you and when they start to hurt, you can always put on something lower. Girlfriend you need to 'dress-up' your look." She looked right at me as she spoke. "Lisa, it's just not me... I've never liked high heels. Perhaps the same style in a lower height..." At that, Lisa took off her right shoe and handed it to her. "Look, see, it's not that high, I'll bet even your husband could wear them." I nearly dropped the tray I was carrying.
My back was to them and I pretended to be preoccupied with the food. Lisa walked up behind me, and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and she held the shoe inches from my face. "Is this too high for you, I mean if you were a girl would you wear something like this?" Before I could answer, Gina spoke up. "Lisa he's not a girl and he doesn't know what its like to be a girl so there's no point in asking him. Plain and simple, what is between his legs is not what is between ours." She was a little graphic for her but I thought I was safe. "Well if he walked a mile in my mocs, or in this case pumps, then he might get an idea... besides, in my opinion femininity is from the heart, not the crotch - it's a matter of the way you think...." She trailed off, turning back to talking to Gina directly. I made a quick exit, the tray hiding the buldge in my pants.
As we all sat down to eat, the topic seemed to be gender in its many forms, and Lisa led the discussion. I actually participated little, although when any issues that crossed or mixed genders came up, she always asked my opinion in a toying way. Gina seemed to ignore this, and I always had my mouth full or was talking to someone else. If men wore skirts.. if men had to wear makeup.... why can a girl wear guys clothes and that's ok but if a guy wears girls' clothes.... why are the costs of some basic items for women so high in comparison to men.... it went on throughout the evening.
Lisa dropped off her escort and returned to help clean up. Gina insisted that she wouldn't as for tonight she was a guest. She began to jump right in anyway. Gina went upstairs to get her something else to wear while cleaning up, leaving me alone with Lisa in the kitchen.
"I need a small favor, would you be a dear and go out to my car and get my other shoes, the height on these are getting a bit much." She slipped off her pumps and handed them and her keys to me. "I'm parked right around the corner." Drooling, I complied. " I really need to get those fixed too," she muttered to Gina as I left.The cool night air quickened my pace. I found her car, and the other shoes on the front floor. Since I had a minute, I took the time to admire both pairs in the small privacy of her car. It was late, the only lights on were street lights, all the neighbors appeared to be in for the night or asleep. I climbed into the passenger seat, and was bending down to remove my own shoes to try hers on. I slipped on the cute little flats, smooth supple pink leather with a black ribbon bow and the hint of a heel.As I bent down, I saw a note addressed to me taped to the underside of the dashboard. I placed the keys on the dash and turned on the map light.
"Just as I figured! If I read you right, you have my flats on. Don't you just love the little ribbon? I have several pairs like them. I'm glad to share them with you. I really like that... Mistress!"
I stopped right there. I read it again "I like that ... Mistress!" The word `Mistress'!?!?!?? I read on, "In any case, I am in need of some more REPAIR work, something really HARD, I need to combine a man's strength with with a woman's touch. Call me in the morning. I will talk to your wife so you won't give yourself away. If you are really interested, you'll note that my left pump is in need of a minor repair. Return with them into the house and offer to make the repair for me. Bring them with you tomorrow."
I almost came. I crumpled up the note and quickly tucked it under the seat. I could hardly think straight, my heart raced, my chest pounding. I fondly rembered our last moments together, the joy and the wondering. I closed the car door and began to walk away, enjoying the quiet click of her flats on my feet as I approached the door to my home....... HER FLATS ON MY FEET?
I had locked myself out of her car ... and my shoes IN her car. Here i was only a few feet from my own front door. I stood at the steps and panicked. The porch light came on and the door began to open. I moved right up to the step, putting my (Lisa's?) toes right up against the bottom step, hopefully out of view. "Turn the light off...it's me" Lisa and Gina stood in the door way. They had been concerned, I had been gone over 45 minutes. The light went back out. They stared incessantly, beckoning me to come inside. I had to think of something and fast, but I dared not move, no matter what things appeared that they might be. "I uh.. well I stepped in something out here and I don't want to bring it in the house, I'm going out to the garage ... I'll deal with it in the morning..."
The door closed, and I quickly slipped off her flats and padded out to the garage on the still warm driveway, to the LOCKED garage door.
Now what? I went behind the garage and made some noise, then went sock footed up to the house.Lisa and Gina were in the kitchen again, continuing the gender discussion. I handed her the flat shoes. "Thanks. I almost forgot how it's turning cool at night now. I hate stepping into COLD shoes," she slipped them on to her feet ever so slowly..enticingly...over the sheerest of black stockings over well manicured fire engine red nails. "but I guess these must have stayed warm from the sun..." She looked dead at me. I responded to her comment as I had left " You know, I saw what you commented on about when I went to your car. I could fix this for you now if you'd like..." I put the ball back on her side of the court, this seemed so unreal and confusing, I didn't want to embarass myself outright. "Why thankyou dear for noticing. I won't be needing them anytime soon, so whenever you can get to them... not tonight."
I nodded, almost incapable of speech, and headed to my workshop in the basement. She then turned her back to me and faced Gina over at the sink "That's quite a guy you have there, so observant and considerate too, almost like a girlfriend I feel so safe and comfortable around him...." They continued to chat, muffled though by the floor above.
I closed the door behind me, and turned on the light. I freed myself, stroking tenderly and admiring her token. How much easier it was when I wore skirts, no zippers or belts or.... strange I thought, neither one of them made any comment suggesting that anything was amiss on my little excursion. I slipped them on, loving the contrasting sight of what was between my legs and what was on my feet, the height pushing my bottom up and forward. It felt fantastic, my climax impending. I moved slowly and quietly. All I could hear in my mind was Lisa's moaning, imagining my hand to be her gripping wetness. I didn't hear her in reality til she was at the door.
She shouted up the stairs to my wife up in the bedroom. " I didn't get dessert before, going to take some home...." With that she entered, shocking my hardness away. She locked the door behind her, and I said not a word. "After dinner, you notice I refused dessert... and I always have dessert even when I diet, unless I can have something better, like maybe girlcock?" She knelt down, and wrapped her sweet lips around my member, moaning quietly but deeply, her hands holding the my heels. In no time, I was about to come. From nowhere, she slipped a condom on the tip of my prick and pumped me to excellent completion, filling the end. Quickly she slid it off, tied the end, and slipped it inside her right bra cup. She stood up, kissed me deep and passionately, tongue riding the inside of each lip. She stepped back, and whispered "dessert?" pointing to her left breast. I heard my wife heading down from the bedroom to the floor above. As much as I wanted to nibble her nipples, I shook my head - I dared not now. I kicked off her shoes, and placed them on the bench beside us, zipped up my trrousers.
She stood up straight now, and turned to walk but sort of staggeringly,upstairs. As she opened the door, she stopped and spred her legs a short bit. She just stood there for a couple of seconds, then the most wonderful thing happened something I had never expeienced a woman do before, never seen that level of arousal - as I peered, three large distinct droplets fell to the floor from the center of her skirt, three drops of fresh hot nectar that had flowed from her insides til her panties could contain them no more. She began to walk up the steps and suddenly grabbed the hand rail bending over as if in pain. I stepped up behind her, as to catch her.She closed her legs tightly, pushed her bottom hard against me and held the walls bracing herself as her orgasm overtook her. She bucked hard, as I wrapped my arm around her waist. I could barely support us from falling backward down the stairs. She turned over her shoulder to look at me, face screaming but mouth silent. After a few more convulsive minutes, she subsided and recomposed herself, as so did I.
Without a hint of what had just happened, she and Gina picked up the thread of the previous conversation. I slumped into a chair at the kitchen table, hardly able to stand and still terribly aroused."Did you read today's paper? I saw a great sale on ceiling fans." They chatted on. "Gee, if I didn't know you two were had too good a friendship for it, I'd have thought you were down there getting hotsy- totsy. I mean we have an open marriage but we don't bring any of that home.... and girl if you want to get somebody in trouble around here, just let him come home all hot and bothered. I can't stand it, hell if she's gonna start soemthing let her finish it, I've got enough household chores...... Lisa if you plan to fuck him, fuck him real good so he won't want any more, understand?" Lisa didn't blink, for her Gina might just as well have been talking about the man-in-the- moon. "I'll be sure to remember that.", she commented non-chalantly.
The conversation eventually swung around back to the ceiling fans. "Gina, would you mind if he came over to install one for me?" Gina said tthere would be no problem at all, 'could keep him all day and all night as long as you don't send him home for me to cook for him'. I sensed a definite plot, but if there was one, Gina had not let on from her end.
the next day
I was awakened by the sensation of my mrs climbing on top of me, catlike and wet . We made love for a good long hour, like she couldn't get enough. I arose early with her still clingy and rosy from our days greeting. As I packed my gear I realized Lisa had never even mentioned her keys last night. After calling her first I made my way to her new place. I had a little trouble finding it, but she was outside waiting when I pulled up. She hopped in, with no hint of last night's note in our conversation, and directed me to the store she had spoken of. She was dressed in uncharacteristically loose jeans and sneakers, hair in a pony tail, sweatshirt for a top, looking very Saturday morning teen.
This day felt very odd. All day long, all I could contemplate was how and when I could get back inside her pants, literally and figuratively. She also kept asking what time it was, as she had forgotten her watch. It really got to be annoying, and she appeared very anxious and distant just before each time she asked. When we went to the local mall we separated for a while. I had nothing to buy really, and decided to just window shop. I met her back at one of the food stands, a Mexican place, for lunch. We had already picked up all the hardware for the ceiling fan, and she had purchased lots of other odds and ends for around her new place. She talked little about the past year revealing only that she and her husband had been divorced finally, calling her lover in as a witness just to make it harder on her. I found out her ex-lover's name was Rebecca, that she still lived in the area. She said that Becky wanted them to get back together now that 'he' was gone, but not a snowball's chance in hell of that happening. Lisa said only held contempt and resentment for the both of them, her two exs, and was moving on in her life.
Relative to last night's splendiferous events, I might just as well be talking to my sister, or even a wall. Maybe she was one of those strange chicks who had rare moments of intense eroticism followed by long periods of "Sweet Polly Purebread". She genuinely blushed as we passed by a lingerie store on the way out.
If she was going to be presto-strange-o, I was not going to be a victim. I made plans for an excuse in case things were as now when we got back to her house. It was getting later in the day, and not a good time for me to start a project. Perhaps that would get me out.
Disappointed in the outcome of the day, I headed back to her place, tired of the company, and tired of driving around. As I pulled in to her parking lot, I saw what appeared to be my wife's car swiftly leaving the other end. We had other friends in the complex, but we always visited them as a couple. A lot of strange little things happening. Then again, maybe it was me. Going around rock hard for two days can make you think funny.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- She beckoned me inside once we had unloaded all her purchases. I left my tools and equipment in the truck, preparing for a quick exit. She closed the door behind us. I went in to use the phone, to call Gina and add to my excuse for an early departure, but she was not home. Lisa puttered around in the basement for a while, chit-chatted about everything else except the fan, and seemed disinterested in why I had, so I thought, come by so far as the legitimate reasons. Maybe she had just been lonely..? I went back outside to retrieve her pumps and return them to her.
I looked them over in the daylight as I walked back in . Somehow the allure was gone. She had gone upstairs, the television was on and the stereo could be heard faintly in the background, from up the staircase.
As she came down, I saw she had changed, radically! She was a vision in pink . Her hair was still in a pony tail, but now on the right side of her head and tied with a strip of lace. She now had on makeup in pink, light brown and gold contrasting hues, lips au natural slithering with clear lip gloss. Around her neck was a wide patent leather choker. She wore a stretch lace halter style top with bare midriff, revealing the tan lines on her pert breasts, her nipples perched out hard and straight. Her stomach was taught and flat, she had been working out. She hadn't really lost any weight, just redistributed it - to all the right places. She wore a miniskirt of diaphanous material in an overlapping petticoat style, so short it was that it was more of thought for a miniskirt than a garment, just below her crotch. It was so light and whispy looking that mere conversation might puff it up above her waist. At the end of her legs, which were tanned, silky smooth ,she wore no stockings, but mesh nylon anklet socks and pink patent leather pumps, to match her collar, with ankle straps and at least a 5" heel.
Again, I was speechless, so she spoke first. "I'm very nervous about saying this, so please don't interrupt me or say anything until I finish, OK?" There was only one part of my anatomy capable of speech at that moment, and it had already made it's intentions known. I nodded in consent to her request.
"I don't quite know how to say this or quite how to put it, but I'm in love with you.... Alina. You see, I've come to realize that my preference if you want to call it that is definitely towards the female gender, but I realize too that there are those such as yourself who have in a certain sense both genders co-residing in one single gender body. I suspected as much, like I said before, before we made love. I want for perfume and lace, smooth legs and long hair, pendulous breasts caressing my own while being filled wherever it feels good with a real cock, not some bitch getting her rocks off on me with a dildo. I sensed that you liked it, not just as some sex scene, but well.... as a part of you come alive. For me, my thing with Becky was me trying to substitute myself as what you can be in Alina. Back then, I just didn't want to accept the submissive part of me, which is the real me. I hate being in charge, I'm a follower not a leader. I want to belong to you, body mind and soul."
This time I had to grab the railing, her conversation and her lovely enticing appearance too much. She grabbed my hand, and turned around, leading me up the stairs slowly, one step at a time. Her bottom was a picture unto itself, the hem of the skirt bouncing up with each step revealing the two perfectly formed hemispheres of her hairless buns. At the top of the staircase, she asked me if I wanted to change. I removed my clothes, intoxicated by her loveliness, aroused by her submissive request.
She told me whatan honor it was to her for her Mistress to wear her clothes, and how much she enjoyed seeing them on me. Item by item, she slowly removed them from herself, and placed them one by one, lovingly onto me. When she had finished my makeup,my nails and my hair, she sat at my feet, lightly caressing my legs, admiring the transformation with great joy. A single tear of happiness slowly rolled down her cheek. As it fell to the floor, she got up and went to re-clothe herself. I felt wonderously powerful, towering in her heels, and stood up to admire myself in the full length mirror.
Shortly, I entered the bedroom, her bureau layed out with all sorts of sex toys, dildoes,vibrators, butt plugs, oils, creams... a virtual cornucopia.
She had placed herself on the bed in what must have been a very uncomfortable position. Her hands were tied to the head board together, and her legs to the cross bar at the top of the foot of the bedframe, leaving her legs up and extended, exposing her bottom up in the air almost a foot. The only part of her actually on the bed was her shoulders. She was already in pain, I, Alina would provide the pleasure.
On the right front corner of the bed hung what appeared to be a sort of IV bag, but opened at the top to allow liquid to be poured in. The tubing had the standard regulator attached, and at the end of the tube was some sort of mechanism for positioning it. I quickly figure out this was for dripping... whatever onto wherever. Taking my cue from previous experience, I quickly clicked back over to the bureau to a bottle of rum. It was already warmed. I emptied it into the IV bag, and set the mechanism up to drip just above her mouth. I adjusted the rate to a very slow pace, about once per two seconds and set on the edge of the bed to watch. She savored each drop like a dehydrated man in the desert, extending her tongue to meet each drop. To make it more interesting, I sped it up a bit... and blindfolded her.
I took scissors and lightly touched the cold metal against the hotness of her inner thigh. Her panties her slick and soaked, quite drenched already after just these few minutes. I cut them off, wiping all around her crotch like towel. I had plans for these panties. Her pussy was already beginning to foam, her juices running thick and forming on her lips as she tried to pull her hips together to stimulate herself. I brushed my fingernail against her clit softly causing her whole body to writhe violently in its bonds as she continued to lap at the dripping rum. I then moved back to the IV, and wrung her own juices into it, slowly lowering them into the solution. After a good few minutes, she recognized what I had done. I removed the blindfold in the same manner,her eyes now wide realizing she was drinking her own juices. As I faced the foot of the bed, I saw she had set up a camcorder and that it was running.
I clicked my heels down to that end of the bed and without lifting my skirt, I kneeled on the bed and penetrated her deeply, grabbing her delicious rump and pounding in repeatedly. Oddly the more I pumped, the more she relaxed. I realized she was staring at the camera. I looked right into her eyes, now that the rum was gone, pulling myself on top of her, grasping her tightly. "Count my strokes Lisa, or Mistress will stop..." I slowed down again "1" long pause "2" long pause "3" several rapid strokes "44444" I stopped as she had failed. It felt so good, it was difficult to do. "What's so interesting about that damn camera?" She looked terrified. I sat back up, removing myself then poising at her rectum. As she shook her head, I slowly fed myself into her writhing bottom, all the while rolling her clit between my thumb and index finger. I stroked in "What is so interesting... " and out again "about that damn camera?" She was so taken she could only shake her head in reply, first hard to the right then hard to the left alternating on each stroke, fully absorbed.
Suddenly there was a loud crash from the adjoining study. I jumped up, seeing the cable from the camcorder lead into it. As I entered, there was Becky........
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CHAPTER THREE
Lisa gets even with Becky, to Becky's delight... at first!