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My Girly Femme Life: Part 3
By Andrea
End of year office parties are always wonderful dressing
occasions where I can indulge in my femininity amongst my work
colleagues at a smart restaurant or hotel. This year's Christmas
office party was an all staff affair and was to be held at
Regents, a smart formal dinner house in the town centre. Invites
had gone out to everyone weeks before so that they could prepare
for the evening and I saw another great chance to dress
gorgeously and to enjoy the night in gorgeous lesbian flirtation.
The lower basement floor had been reserved for our group, which
comprised of about 150 people including partners. I was attending
single but knew there would be good opportunity for sweet girly
love with one of the other girls there. I had been shopping in
order to find myself a pretty evening dress and had found a quite
stunning white floor length gown that would make me look
irresistible. The dress was full length with long sleeves, and
tight bodice that led down to a full wide lace trimmed skirt.
With a gorgeous low-scooped square neckline the design was
lusciously flattering and wonderfully highlighted my feminine
curves and womanly sexuality. I had also treated myself to a new
pair of 4" heeled white stiletto court shoes that would
beautifully match the dress and had been thrilled to find a
gorgeously pretty white bone china tiara headband that I knew
would give me a touch of ladylike elegance!
I was to be picked up by my taxi at eight so I spent along time
carefully manicuring my nails and setting my make up to
perfection. I had styled my long blonde wig so that it fell
naturally down to my waist at the back with two slender bangs on
each side of my face and whilst it set I began to dress. The
occasion called for the utmost in feminine garments and I chose a
wonderfully lacy white full cupped boned basque to start with.
Fastening the hooks tightly around my back I marvelled as the
material drew my waist in and accentuated my breasts up and
outwards. Naturally the basque had suspender straps attached,
which were delicately adorned in pink ribbons, and I slowly drew
up sheer white seamed stockings before fastening them to the
suspender clips. Next a pair of gorgeous white lace panties with
a glimmering satin sheer back and matching pink bows on the
sideband. The panties only just covered my already glistening
mound but I knew that they wouldn't be on for long!
Finally I stepped into my new court shoes and checked my
appearance in the long dresser mirror. I looked stunning, the
basque hugging me tightly, outlining my sexy shape and the
suspenders pulling my sheer stockings taught. Happy with my
underwear I brought out my lovely dress and gently stepped into
it. The gorgeous taffeta material felt heavenly on my skin as I
pulled it up onto my shoulders and slipped my arms through the
sleeves. The full-layered skirts billowed out seductively around
my legs and the tight-waisted bodice drew my waist in and curved
wonderfully around my hips. Reaching behind I fastened the zip
and sashayed over to the mirror to see my glory. It was truly
fabulous, an absolute shining sight of pure womanly femininity.
Most wonderful of all was the slight outline of my suspender
straps where the bodice shaped into the skirt of the dress and I
knew I would have great fun teasing the other girls with this.
Clipping the tiara into my hair and grabbing my white handbag I
was ready!
The taxi was as ever on time and I was delighted to find the
driver open the door for me to get in. Tucking up my skirts I
daintily slid into the back of the cab to the wonderful sound of
rustling taffeta and nylon. Touching up my make-up as we drove it
wasn't long before we arrived at Regents. Again the driver showed
impeccable manners as he held the door open for me to alight the
cab, and paying him a generous tip I made my way to the lobby
doors. The dress felt amazing on me as I moved, swishing and
swaying over my hips and nylon clad legs. With the tightness of
the basque reminding me of my womanhood and the constant tugging
of my stockings I felt so beautiful. I approached the main desk
at the hotel reception and was greeted by a warmly smiling
brunette in her twenties. She had a lovely white uniform blouse
on and I could see she was impressed with how I looked.
"Hi, Miss Jones. I am with CIS?"
"Oh yes, Miss Jones, your table is through in the deluxe suite.
May I say that is a gorgeous dress as well!"
"Thank you very much," I replied and I think she had read me as a
transvestite but was obviously quite pleased with how I looked.
I moved gracefully into the room she had indicated and saw that
several guests had already arrived. Soft music filled the room as
I made my entrance, the beautiful dress brushing against me with
every sway and sashay of my hips.
To my delight Fiona and Yvonne were there already and both looked
absolutely gorgeous in stunning evening gowns. Fiona was wearing
a fabulous turquoise full-length sequinned off the shoulder gown
that clung to her womanly shape. The dress was full skirted and
tightly nipped at the waist and sparkled in the chandelier lit
room. Her hair was pinned high and decorated prettily with a
large matching hair ribbon. Yvonne too was a vision of beauty,
dressed in a long flowing black taffeta and satin gown with
lovely matching long satin gloves. Her dress had a wonderfully
sexy deep thigh length slit that stopped just short of her
stocking tops. She had her gorgeous blonde hair falling naturally
and had decorated it with a sensuous black silk bow on one side.
They were talking together at the bar and as I made my way
towards them they both looked up.
"Oh Andrea darling, you look gorgeous, so pretty and feminine,"
said Fiona
"Indeed!" added Yvonne, "Very sweet and so elegant."
"Thank you girls," I replied, "and I have to say you too also
look stunning."
As Yvonne ordered my drink Fiona allowed her hand to rest gently
on my arse, squeezing me gently through my dress. She was tracing
the outline of my panties and couldn't resist pressing harder as
I moaned my pleasure. More guests arrived, the women beautifully
dressed in some wonderful gowns and dresses and as I finished my
drink the Master of Ceremonies asked for everyone to be seated.
I was seated next to Wendy, a girl from marketing and her
husband. Wendy made the introductions as the first course
arrived. Whilst eating I noticed the girl opposite me paying me a
lot of attention. She was stunning, a gorgeous dark haired girl
wearing a very pretty red satin and lace effect dress. She wore a
lovely large hair bow to match her outfit and had the loveliest
nails I had ever seen.
At the end of the first course I learnt that her name was Diane
and that she was the daughter of one of the company directors. As
the drinks flowed the atmosphere became more relaxed and as I was
finishing off my main course I became aware of a light brushing
against my stockings. Diane was rubbing her shoe against my leg
and up under the skirt of my dress. Looking across at her she
slowly licked her glossy lips to show me her intentions and I
felt my girly juices build up inside me.
Returning her stare I let my foot rub against the hem of her
dress before pushing it further up her leg. Our footsie game
continued throughout the whole meal and although we didn't speak
we both knew that we wanted to fuck each other.
At the end of the meal I rose to go to the bar and felt a soft
hand on my shoulder, it was Diane.
"Hi, I would like you to meet someone," she said sexily.
Following behind her and delighting at the sight of her pretty
arse wiggling sexily she led me out of the room and up a narrow
flight of stairs. Coming to a door, Diane knocked twice and I
heard a woman's voice say come in. Diane opened the door and I
saw yet another stunning woman lying on the bed. Her emerald
green taffeta gown was flowing over her and off the bed.
"This is Monica, my girlfriend, we are lesbian lovers and want
you to join us, Andrea, for a sweet girly fuck."
Monica rose from the bed her dress rustling gorgeously.
"We think you are so pretty Andrea, and such a stunning
transvestite," Monica said in a sultry voice.
Diane closed the door behind us and turned to me. Her lips opened
as she pressed her hot mouth against mine. Returning her lusty
kiss our tongues flicked and darted as our lipstick coated mouths
mashed together. Not to be left out Monica joined us and we stood
together, three gorgeous girls wetly kissing, hungrily sucking
and slurping on each other's tongues. As our soft sighs of girly
joy became quicker I could feel the girls' hands running up and
down the material of my dress. We pressed harder together letting
our dresses rub against each other, the sound of which caused my
womanly cream to flow out and soak the lacy front of my white
panties. Diane took my hand and pressed it against her waist.
"Hmmm Andrea, can you feel my suspender belt darling? Ohhh, my
gorgeous girl, I want you so much."
Monica had moved around behind me and was wetly kissing my ears,
flicking her hot tongue over them and moaning gently. She pressed
herself hard against me as her hands went around to the front of
my dress and softly massaged my heaving tits. Diane meanwhile was
slowly tracing her warm wet tongue down the front of my dress
until she reached my full billowing skirt. Licking her glossy
lips she began to lift the skirt hem slowly until she reached the
tops of my pretty white stockings.
"Ohh baby," she moaned, "such feminine stockings, ohhh yes, you
really know how to dress to fuck."
She pushed my dress up higher until she could see my glistening
panties. I moaned my approval as she pushed her face into my
panty lace and flicked her tongue out over my mound through the
delicate material. Bucking my hips to meet her I turned my head
to kiss Monica, our tongues entwining in feminine love. Looking
down I saw Diane reach back under her own dress and lift it until
she revealed her gorgeous black deep lace suspender belt attached
to black silk seamed stockings. Her panties were flooding with
her girly cream as she began to rub herself furiously through the
lace.
Monica moaned and sobbed her joy as we kissed hotly before moving
around to the side of me and letting the straps of her dress fall
from her shoulders. Her tits encased in a delicate white lace bra
were just inches from my face and she pulled me to them allowing
me to lick her heaving cleavage through the lace. Monica's sighs
and moans of lust along with my girly feminine sobs of joy filled
the air. Diana's tongue was thrusting hard into my panty lace,
licking and lapping at my cream of desire, which gushed out of my
mound.
Lifting her face from my panties she stood over me and dripped
the cream she had savoured down onto my face as I lapped at
Monica's tits. Monica lifted my face from between her heaving
lace-clad breasts and very slowly licked up the pussy cream
coating my face.
Gently, I lowered myself to a sitting position on the huge bed
behind me, my gorgeous dress flowing out and around where I sat.
I watched delighted as Monica and Diane kissed girlishly, their
hands rubbing each other's dresses and gripping each other's
arses tightly. As they kissed Diana found the back zipper of
Monica's gown and slowly pulled it down, revealing the back
straps of her bra, until the sensuous material lay bunched at her
waist. Wiggling her hips seductively Monica shed the dress
completely, letting us both see the pretty white satin and pink-
ribboned half corset she was wearing. It was dripping in lace and
had six taught suspender straps holding up her sheer white
stockings.
Her white all over lace panties were soaked and stained with her
love cream as she also slowly undressed Diane. Diane leant
forward slightly to let Monica ease the dress from her shoulders
and I watched as first her lacy black bra, deep lace suspender
belt and finally her pretty black lace panties came into view.
In just their gorgeous lace underwear, stockings and towering
heels the girls knelt in front of me, their pretty pantied arses
raised high and swaying gently. Knowing that I wanted to keep my
dress on whilst we fucked they both began to lick slowly up my
stocking clad legs whilst rubbing their hands over the front of
my dress. I lifted my arse for them as they hitched my dress up
to my waist.
The suspender straps of my pretty basque were stretched tightly
as I parted my legs for them giving the girls a fantastic view of
my sopping lace panties. Together Monica and Diane began wetly
licking me through my panties, stopping occasionally to kiss each
other over the top of my thrusting mound. Moaning loudly, I
watched as both girls licked and slurped at my hot sex, greedily
lapping up my feminine juices pouring through the lace. I could
see that they each had a finger dipped into their own sweet
pussies and as my womanly climax approached so their frantic
rubbing increased.
As I felt the waves of cum wash over me my juices flooded onto
their lapping tongues and my sobs and sighs were echoed by theirs
as they too succumbed to their climaxes. Both girls gave my
pretty panties one last loving slow lick before moving up to me
where we tongue kissed and swapped my cream into our mouths.
"Ohh my sweet darling Andrea, such a good girl. What a wonderful
lover, our little transvestite lesbian," moaned Diane as she
adjusted her panties and put her dress back on.
"We must fuck again soon my love," said Monica as she dressed
herself. "Call me soon!"
Kissing Monica, Diane and I left to return to the main room where
I saw Fiona and Yvonne smiling broadly at me. I was aware of the
blissful feeling of girly wetness in my panties and could tell
that they knew what I had been up to!
"Were they a good fuck Andrea darling?" asked Yvonne whispering
hotly into my ear. "You will be pleased to know that they are
both invited to Fiona's birthday party next week, so you will
definitely be seeing them again."
"Yes Andrea sweetness," added Fiona. "It's an all girls affair
and of course our special transvestite girl!"
Hmmm, I couldn't wait!
LUSTY INTERVIEW
Towards the end of the month the company advertised an internal
promotion, which stated that they would be conducting interviews
for a new position in sales marketing. Being an ambitious girl I
saw this as an opportunity to advance my career and put in my
application. To my delight I received an offer of an interview to
be held on the last day of the month and I replied to the offer
confirming that I would be attending. My interview was scheduled
to be the last of those taking place and I was determined to make
the right impression not only with my skills on offer but also in
how I dressed for it.
On the day of the interview I decided to choose an outfit that
would be suitably effective for the occasion whilst remaining
feminine and pretty. Starting as ever with my lingerie I chose a
navy all over full-cupped lace bra, matching deep lace panties
and a pretty navy suspender belt to which I attached a lovely
pair of sheer white stockings. I selected a soft pink crepe de
chine blouse which had delicate pearl buttons and through which
could just be seen the feint outline of my lace bra. For my skirt
I chose a tight knee length navy pencil style, fully lined and
with a deep back vent. As I bent forward to step into my Navy 3"
heels court shoes, I noticed that as my skirt tightened so my
suspender straps were pushing through the material, which pleased
me. Doing my make-up with extra care I applied eye colours to
match my outfit and subtle jewellery.
Wanting to go for a slightly different "look" I drew my long
blonde hair back and pulled it into a high ponytail and secured
it with a pretty pink hair bow to go with my blouse. The ponytail
swished girlishly as I moved my head and made me feel so pretty
and feminine. With an extra spray of my favourite perfume I was
ready!
The day at the office was very routine and I kept myself feeling
good by continually crossing and uncrossing my legs to feel the
gorgeous sensation of my nylon clad stockings rubbing together.
From my office I could see the various interviewees come and go
until finally the phone on my desk rang to inform me it was my
turn. I made my out into the typing pool and as usual put on my
extra womanly hip sway for the girls, delighting as my skirt
lining brushed softly against my stockings. The door to the
interview room was open and knocking politely I entered. Sat at
the desk ahead of me was a beautiful woman perhaps in her mid
thirties who I reasoned to be from another branch.
She was wearing a stunning black skirt suit and crisp white
ruffled blouse. Her jet black hair was tied prettily back into a
pony tail just like mine and held there with a very large black
satin bow that had two wide streamers dangling daintily down. She
looked very imposing but also extremely attractive.
"Please sit down Andrea, my name is Helen Young and thanks for
coming. May I say you look gorgeous, especially your pretty
hairstyle. As you can see I like to put mine in a similar way,
makes me feel very girly."
I blushed slightly at her compliments and was also a little taken
aback by her obvious appreciation of a girl like me who wished to
make herself look and feel feminine. Sitting I tucked my skirt
under me and gently crossed my legs, giving off that wonderful
rustling sound of skirt on stockings. Helen had clearly heard the
sound and looked directly at me smiling.
"That's a sound every girl knows. The whisper of stockings. Well
I am very pleased that you have made an effort to dress for me,
er... I mean the interview Andrea."
Was that slip deliberate? I was starting to feel a bit excited
about this as Helen was surely making a move on me. She was
certainly looking at me in that way!
"So Andrea," she continued, "you are a transvestite and have been
accepted into the company working as a woman. You always dress
well and make every effort to look as feminine and womanly as you
can. Your work is of the highest standard and you are very
popular particularly with the other girls."
Did she know about my lesbian love sessions? This was a very
strange interview!
Helen went on, "It seems to me that you are a perfect example of
femininity, always dressed in skirts, your blouses so pretty,
always having bows and ribbons in your hair, and insisting on
wearing sexy stockings. You are wearing stockings right now
aren't you?"
Blushing again I replied, "Yes I am, it's what every pretty
feminine girl should wear."
"Yes she should," said Helen, "and like you Andrea, I always wear
them as well, it's that lovely tugging sensation, the way they
make me feel, and what they do for fucking."
On hearing her say that I felt my pussy cream flow into my
panties and I shifted slightly in my chair. Helen knew that I was
getting aroused as I watched her suck seductively on the pen in
her hand. Then, and surely on purpose, Helen dropped the pen so
that it fell off the desk in front of me. I leant forward to pick
it up and couldn't help look under the desk. Helen slowly opened
her legs, causing her black skirt to stretch and tighten. I had
the fantastic view of the front of her white lace panties
concealing her hot mound.
Sitting back up and passing her the pen, Helen knew I had enjoyed
what I had seen.
"Did you like my panties Andrea?" she asked. "You can't beat the
feeling of lace against your pussy."
I just nodded, completely amazed at what was happening. Helen
jotted something down on her pad and when she was finished
removed her black suit jacket. Without speaking she leant forward
causing her lovely white blouse to tighten over her heaving
breasts. I could clearly see the outline of her white lacy bra
through the semi sheer material. I was staring at her blouse when
she spoke.
"What do you think of my bra Andrea? Can you see how it presses
against my pretty blouse? Can you see the gorgeous lace?"
Again I nodded.
"Andrea, will you please lock the door and return to your seat."
I did as she asked and sat back down.
"Thanks Andrea, and I must say your arse looks incredibly
gorgeous in that tight skirt, you really know how to sway those
hips and turn a girl on."
There was no doubt that Helen wanted to fuck with me and she was
proving to be an incredibly horny girl. She was really enjoying
this tease and so was I! Sitting back in her chair she spoke
again.
"Andrea darling, why don't you undo a few buttons on your pretty
pink blouse and show me your lacy bra cups, I so much want to see
your pretty bra."
I did as she asked, slowly unfastening the buttons from the
middle of my blouse until my lace bra clad tits were open to her.
"Good girl," she said. "Now stand up for me and bend over facing
the door, stretch that skirt over your arse for me."
There was no way I could resist her, so standing up and
straightening my skirt I turned from her and leant forward to
touch my toes. I could feel my gorgeous skirt tighten on my arse
and just to tease her wiggled it gently from side to side. It had
the desired effect.
"Oh yes baby, that's good. I can see your suspender straps
through the skirt, you are making me very wet," she said as she
got up from behind her desk. I was still bending forward as she
came up behind me. With my ponytailed hair hanging forward I felt
her push the front of her skirt against my rear and rub the
material together.
"Lift your skirt for me darling," she said, her breath becoming
shorter. I complied with her request and heard her gasp as my
pretty stockings came into view followed by my panties and
suspender belt.
"Ohhh that's gorgeous," she moaned, "dressing for a fuck is so
important." I looked back to see her lift her own skirt revealing
her own black silk stockings held taught by a beautiful all over
white lace suspender belt framing her pretty white panties. Her
hands gripped my suspender belt as I felt her press her panties
against my own panty-clad arse. Her womanly wetness felt
wonderful against me, so hot and creamy. Gyrating against me
Helen offered me a finger to lick, which I did lustily, dribbling
over it. I moaned my joy as she continued moving against me,
licking hotly on her finger.
Pulling back from me Helen came around to the front of me. "Let's
drink each others' cream my love, keeping our clothes on, I know
how much you love to fuck whilst feeling the silk, lace and
lovely material of women's clothing just as much as I do."
With that she kissed me, her tongue probing deep into my mouth. I
savoured her lipstick, forcing my own tongue to flick against
hers. We moaned together, our stockinged legs brushing lightly,
skirts touching and rubbing, blouses pressing. Falling to our
knees I buried my face into her soft blouse and wetly licked her
tits through the material. Helen threw her head back in feminine
lust, sobbing and sighing with sweet girly joy. I dribbled onto
her blouse leaving long trails of hot spittle between my tongue
and the pretty material, causing Helen to swish her gorgeous
ponytail. Recovering her composure, she pushed me gently onto my
back and gently lowered herself over my face. Looking up I moaned
with delight as she slowly parted her legs and sank down until
her panties were touching my lips. Inhaling her hot womanly scent
I kissed her sweet mound through her panty lace and gripped
tightly at her suspenders where they met her stocking tops.
Helen let herself fall forward until her face was pressed against
my skirt. Lifting my hips for her I felt her slowly raise my
skirt hem before she gently kissed and licked my steaming sex
through my own soaked panties. Her hands gripped my silk clad
arse pulling my sweetness harder into her mouth as I continued
teasing her with my own tongue. Locked together in a passionate
lesbian girly 69 we bucked and heaved, sobbed and moaned, hips
thrusting upwards, stockinged legs spread wide and panties
glistening with desire. The sounds of wet slurping and licking
drove us on as our tongues and lips sought to please and soon our
womanly climaxes swept over us. As my own juices oozed from my
pussy so Helen's love lips parted, sending gush after gush of hot
girly cream into my mouth. Finally our sighing subsided and Helen
rolled off me and came up to my face licking it gently.
"Well Andrea, I think you have earned the job. You are a gorgeous
girl and such a sweet fuck. I shall bring the paperwork to
Fiona's birthday party, I hear there's going to be a lesbian orgy
and I don't want to miss the chance of another fuck."
Fastening up my blouse and straightening my skirt, I kissed my
new lover softly and walked sexily out of the office, feeling
wonderful, feeling feminine, the taste of sweet womanly cream
fresh on my lips!
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