Learning the Lifestyle Pt 13 The Party Pt 1
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Learn to Relax
By Ricky
The business world is a rough place, you have to be
ruthless and efficient to make it there. I was the man in
charge, macho, indispensable, powerful and at my desk from
dawn to dusk. There was no time for family, my wife left me
years ago, and frankly I didn't miss her much. I had never
wanted for sex, women used me and I used them, we got off
and got out of each other's lives. Then I learned the
meaning of "downsizing" and found I was not as
indispensable as I thought.
I have to admit I was feeling pretty low after a few months
of no work, and wondering where all my "friends" had gone
now I was no longer Mr. Young Executive, lean and forceful
in his three piece power suit. I had plenty of money in the
savings account, but I wasn't working, I wasn't doing
anything! When Jenny called her voice was a welcome
pleasure in my otherwise depressed existence. Seems she had
heard of my plight and called to invite me up to her place
for a couple of weeks of relaxation as long as I wasn't
doing anything else.
We had been lovers in college, and I felt a little guilty
about never calling her, but when it comes down to it I
didn't want anyone in my corporate world to know I liked
this unusual woman. She was a free spirit, quite apart from
the herd mentality of big business. She is one of those
people who sets her own course in life, ignoring the
conventions of the times. In the 40s she would have been
Rosie the Riveter, the 50s would have found her immersed in
the Beat scene, but since she came of age in the 60s she
had adopted the hippie look as her own. While the rest of
us had sold out and exchanged our love beads for a vest and
tie, she lived in an isolated cabin, grew her own food and
made her living by writing romance novels. If you like that
stuff you've probably read her work under one of her many
pen names.
I had been forced to examine the things I held dear, and
found them wanting, so I threw some clothes in a bag and
took off for I knew not what. I tried to follow her
directions but after a few wrong turns I was completely
lost. I know guys aren't supposed to ask for directions
when they're lost, but by this time I would have done so if
there had been anything but trees and fields stretching
before my windshield. There was only one option left, so I
picked up the cell phone and called her, she knew exactly
how to get me out of my mess.
As I stopped at the end of a long and winding dirt road, I
found her log cabin in the woods. This was no rustic shack,
but a beautiful home and modern home. Knowing Jenny she
probably built it herself from one of those kits you see in
the papers. She met me in a swirl of skirts and long,
golden hair. I was drowned in a passionate kiss of welcome
as soon as I cleared the car door. She is a large woman;
taller than most with ample breasts, large hips and a
graceful, confidant air about her. She still has a penchant
for the hippie styles in the 60s, loose, colorful blouses,
embroidery and long skirts. Oh, yeah, no underwear, that
was evident as all hell when I hugged her.
We talked for hours over a splendid candlelight dinner,
made entirely from the produce of her garden. I found
myself pouring my heart out to her, confessing my
loneliness and frustration, cursing my bad luck and
decrying my powerlessness over the business world that had
rejected me. She held me close, stroking me like a baby,
not answering but simply encouraging me as I let it all
out. As I ran down her kisses took on a less motherly tone,
her strong hands kneaded the knotted muscles of my back and
shoulders and I began to relax for the first time in years.
Her long hair brushed my body as she stroked me,
unbuttoning my shirt and caressing me. The silken fabric
covering her breasts slid over my chest as she covered my
lips with hers, filling my mouth with her tongue. She
slowly undressed me as I lay on the couch, the room lit
only by the waning light of the candles on the dinner
table. I closed my eyes and listened to her skirts rustle
as she bent over me, felt her warmth beside me. My nipples
grew warm s she kissed and sucked them, her fingernails ran
tiny patterns of sensation down my legs and thighs. I felt
her hair slide down my stomach and soon my prick was
engulfed in her wanton mouth.
Strangely, I was still soft, floating on a cloud of passion
like nothing I had ever known but still not aroused. She
licked my balls and traced her tongue over my penis, which
was now starting to respond. I could feel myself growing in
her mouth, as she lightly sucked on my member. She caressed
my sack, gently squeezing in time to her sucking and I was
entranced. I reached for one of her breasts, but she gently
removed my hand.
"Not tonight, tonight you learn to relax, to be passive and
accepting. No macho, no control, just receive what
happens."
I did, she continued to suck my cock with the mildest of
touches, her hands and hair and lips touching and probing
my body from head to toe. Would you believe I almost came
as she sucked my big toe? I lay there completely passive
for some ethereal time as she made love to me, until at
last I felt my balls tighten and I pumped my load into her
mouth in a slow, steady cadence while she murmured
encouragingly to me. After a time she was gone and after
more time she was back, guiding me to the bed. I felt her
warmth beside me as I drifted off to a sleep deeper than I
had known in years.
The next morning I awoke alone with the sun shining through
the window. I looked around but couldn't find my suitcase.
Feeling faintly ridiculous I paraded naked to the living
room where she was hunched over her computer still in her
nightgown. My kiss brought her suddenly out of her creative
fog, and I asked where she hid my suitcase so I could get
dressed. She asked me why I thought I needed any clothes
and quickly shrugged out of her nightgown. Well, I'm only
marginally stupid, but I know a hint when I hear one.
I scooped her out of the chair and carried her to the
bedroom, where I lay her on the bed with her legs over the
side. Her golden bush was specked with tiny drops of
moisture from her shower, and I inhaled the wonderful,
fresh scent of her femininity as I parted her pubic hair.
Her pink lips were covered with dew, and I began to run my
finger over them, sliding the beads of moisture over her
flesh. I combed her curling pubic hair back with my
fingers, delighting in the sight of her pink lips, watching
them part as I brushed her hair back to reveal the
convolutions of her vagina. She sighed as I began to lick
her cunt, just tracing the outline with my tongue. I worked
my way in deeper, feeling her lips part before my probing
tongue, savoring the tightness of her hole as I worked my
way inward. She liked long, slow strokes of the tongue,
starting at the bottom of her tender cunt and ascending to
slide over her swollen clit. With my hands I spread her
open wider, each time I slid my tongue over her twat she
drew a sharp breath and I felt her body tense. Her
delectable ass began to lift farther and farther off the
sheets, so I brought up one finger and slipped it into her
dripping slit as I concentrated on her clit.
With each pass of my tongue over her love knob she moaned,
a long, low intonation of pleasure. Her cries came closer
together as I licked faster, poking my finger deep in her
slit to find her g-spot as I sucked her cherry. She came
noisily, body shuddering under my mouth, legs flailing and
kicking. I quickly stood up and buried my boner in her
dripping slash, slamming home as hard as I could while she
was still riding the wave of orgasm. Her body was at
furnace heat, my cock was cooking in her juices as I drove
in and out of her. When I came it was tremendous, I pulsed
and sprayed my seed deep into her, feeling her become more
slippery than ever as our juices mixed. I collapsed beside
her on the bed and we held each other for a good, long
while.
Well, you have to get up sometime, and eventually we rose.
I asked about my clothes but she just smiled a mysterious
smile. "I want to try something, will you trust me?" Of
course I would and said so.
"I want you to learn to relax, to be more accepting, to
give up your need to control others. I mean I want you to
develop your feminine side now that you have learned that
being a man isn't what you thought it was. If you are going
to start, I want you to dress the part."
I was confused, what was going on? Dress the part? Did she
mean... Yes, that's exactly what she meant. She took a
loose blouse and wraparound skirt from her bureau and laid
them on the bed.
"While you're here we will share my clothes, I want you to
forget that you are a businessman and learn to be a whole
person. You have years of training to overcome and that
means I want you to dress and act the part of a woman full
time until you achieve a balance. Of course, some nights I
might give you time off for good behavior, you fuck too
good to let it go to waste!"
As she spoke she took a bra from the drawer and slid the
straps over my arms but the hooks wouldn't meet around my
broader chest. I was just beginning to feel relieved that
this wouldn't work when she took a shoelace and tied the
back of the bra together.
"Now you can't get out of this until I let you out, you
know. At least you won't have to shave your legs because I
don't even own a pair of pantyhose. One of the things you
need to learn is that you can be a woman or a man and not
conform to exactly what society says a man or woman must
be."
That first day was a blur, I walked about in a daze,
acutely aware of the bra and skirt I wore. The blouse was a
bit tight, but not too bad, and the bags of flour in the
bra cups put me slightly off balance. The evening finally
came and while Jenny was doing the dishes I came up behind
her and began to nibble on her neck, running my hands over
her lively body.
I was hoping her interest in a good fuck would get me out
of the clothes, so I cupped her lovely tits in my hands.
They bounced in my palms like something alive. She leaned
back against me, her head settling between my stuffed
breasts and sighed happily. Slowly I moved one hand
downward as the other caressed her nipple. I could feel her
nipple growing hard under the thin cloth of her blouse, and
she still wasn't wearing a bra. The elastic of her skirt
gave easily as my fingers brushed her bush. Her ass pressed
against my cock as I began to rub her crotch, pressing her
fine golden hair under my fingers.
She began to squirm as I rubbed her clit, the dishes
forgotten now as she gave herself to pleasure.
Concentrating on bringing her the most pleasure I could my
hand drew circles on her heated crotch and after a few
minutes I felt her sag against me as she abandoned herself
to my touch. I supported her as shudders ran through her
body, felt her shake as orgasm overcame her. She moaned
with pleasure and shook herself free from my supporting
arms. I fumbled with the waistband of my skirt, trying to
free my rigid cock so I could plunge it into her, but she
had other ideas.
She dropped to her knees and lifted my skirt, practically
ripping the panties from my waist in her hurry. Her hungry
lips surrounded my cock as she began to suck greedily. I
leaned back, grasping the counter for support. I watched my
skirt rise and fall as her head slid in and out over my
cock. Her tongue worked magic, flicking this way and that
on my shaft. I felt is sliding up the underside as my prick
hung suspended before me. Felt her nibbling on the aching
tip of my manhood as she teased me unmercifully. One finger
caressed my balls, lifting them upward as her lips began to
slide down my shaft, then lowering them as she withdrew and
once again left my cock hanging in the air. Her breath
flowed over my crotch, tiny sparks of sensation thrilled me
as she flicked her tongue randomly over my shaft.
I was acutely aware of the pressure of the bra pressing
against my chest as I leaned backwards, the weight of the
stuffing pressing as my body convulsed. Jenny brought me to
new peaks of pleasure. After a long, surreal period of
teasing she got down to business, sucking my prick with
expert ease, her warm lips sliding over my pole, sucking me
down her throat. I felt that old familiar feeling rise in
my balls and soon I was filling her mouth with my cream. I
grasped her head, still hidden under my skirts and drove my
shaft deeper in her throat as I came, her lips pressing
against the root of my prick and drawing my cum from deep
inside of me. As I subsided she slid my panties up around
my waist and fought her way from beneath my voluminous
skirt. Her face was glowing and a trickle of white ran from
the corner of one lip as she smiled at me.
In a throaty purr she said, "You get to finish the dishes."
So it was I spent the next two weeks with Jenny as her
sister and lover. Just wearing the loose, soft clothing was
a big difference. I spent my days doing things around the
house while Jenny wrote. I gave her the freedom to write,
she helped me gain the freedom to be myself without any
pressure or constraint. I was happier than I had been in
years. I spent much of my time reading from her library,
which had many books on feminist philosophy. I had always
disdained such things as unworthy of a real man, but now I
was learning that there are other ways to approach life
besides being a macho, driving executive. In the evenings
Jenny and I had long, intimate talks. I tried to make sense
of what I was reading, of how it related to me and what I
could learn from it. She helped me understand, to find my
way in the new life I was living.
When my cell phone rang I was well on my way to being a
much more rounded person. I answered, and was amazed to
receive an offer for a few days consulting at a firm I had
had dealings with in the past. I was strangely reluctant to
leave this pastoral setting, to return to the outside
world. But I did have to earn a living somehow, the next
day I would make the long drive into town.
It felt strange to be wearing my own clothes. I kissed
Jenny good-bye and promised to be back in a few days. I did
my consulting and was very pleased at the creativity that I
felt. I was able to provide a solution for a rather sticky
situation that I never would have considered before Jenny
went to work on me. After work I did some shopping but it
was lonely in my condo without her. I practically flew back
to her rural home when the job was done. As I opened the
door she strode across the living room unbuttoning her
blouse and dropping her skirt. Damn if some of my former
behavior hadn't rubbed off on her, she was in charge here
and let me know it!
I shrugged out of my suit coat as she unraveled my tie and
unbuttoned my shirt with expert hands. I pulled at my belt
and let my pants drop to reveal one of my purchases, a pair
of yellow lace panties. She laughed delightedly at the
sight, and swarmed over my body. Her soft, naked flesh
pressed against mine, her mouth pressed against my lips and
our tongues fighting each other to see how deep they could
go. We stumbled to the couch and she climbed on me in 69.
Her gorgeous crotch was inches away from my face, her
yellow pubes springy and soft. She began to lick my inner
thighs, warm, wet trails of delight snaking down my flesh.
She followed the lines of my panties with her tongue, I
could feel the fabric getting wet as she licked me, my
pecker starting to expand beneath the yellow lace.
I buried my face in her crotch as she licked mine, drawing
in the delightful taste of her arousal. My tongue parted
her cunt, slipping deeper as I caressed her ass. Her firm
flesh was soft beneath my hands I pressed and massaged it.
As I ate her out I felt my pecker growing and was aware of
the thin band of yellow lace of my panties as it held my
cock against my body. A widening pool of warmth grew over
my balls as she licked them through the thin fabric.
Suddenly she blew on the sopping cloth and a coolness
enveloped my balls. She began to run her tongue up and down
my cock through the panties, with only the last inch or so
of my manhood peeking from under it's silken covering.
Somewhere about then my finger found her asshole, and I
began to circle around it carefully. She seemed to like it,
so I inserted a little bit of my finger inside. She tensed
at first, but then resumed her attention to my silk covered
balls. I slid down a bit under her body so I could reach
her clit, and then began to nibble at her sweetness. She
responded by covering the tip of my cock with her lips and
flicking her tongue over it. We worked into a splendid
rhythm, each working on the most sensitive part of the
other, slowing and speeding up until at last we came
together with that tenuous contact. My cream spread in a
pool on my stomach as she licked my cock and she shivered
with delight as I brought her over the edge. She collapsed
on me and we lay there for a few moments before heading for
the shower to clean up.
As we got dressed I showed her the results of my shopping
trip. How could it be that I was anxious to show her the
bra and panty sets I had bought? There was still enough of
the old me that I had been completely unafraid to face the
sales lady and ask for a pair of breast forms to fill them.
We giggled like kids as she hooked me into the red bra I
had purchased, and she laughed in delight as I handed her a
matching halter. Now she had a bra of her own for special
occasions. By then I could admit I loved the experience of
wearing a bra, it was an oddly comforting feeling to have
its firm pressure surrounding me, the bounce of my new
inserts was exciting.
I especially savored the contrasts as I talked on the cell
phone to businessmen, advising them on how to handle their
problems, secretly visualizing their faces if they found
out just what I was wearing as I spoke. By the time winter
came I had put the condo on the market. We were married
quietly, somewhat disappointed that we couldn't have a two
bride ceremony, but we realized the publicity would not
have been good for either of us. My consulting business is
going well, my new insights into behavior are paying off,
and my computer sits next to hers as I write a book about
good management while she churns out a potboiler where some
foolish plot device forces the hero has to disguise himself
as a woman.
Jenny still prefers not to wear any underwear, but I love
putting on my bra in the morning, even those mornings when
I have to cover it with a business suit and go into town to
earn my living.
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