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Losing It 2.
by Kelly Brown
So... what has happened since August 17th?
(For anyone who hasn't read "Losing It"... it detailed, my first
proper outing to the firm's fancy dress do, which I attended as
Britney Spears... and ended up giving a guy a blow job.)
The first few days after the party, I was both elated AND
terrified. I was convinced that everyone at work was looking at
me strangely. That they all KNEW! I was also sure as hell, that
Robert would mention something to his friend and the rumour mill
would swing in and... well... we've all been there...
As it turned out... my worries were unfounded. Weeks passed, and
all that happened was that I began to get more and more
frustrated. I was dressing as Kelly virtually from the second I
got home to the second I left for work... I'd even let my hair
grow, then realised it would take forever, and was just a mess
basically... so had it cut again.
I wanted an airing... so one night, I dressed, fairly tamely
really, black jumper... short black skirt... woolly tights...
knee boots, and a long grey trench coat, did my wig and makeup
really well, then stood by the front door... for two hours!!
Eventually, at about 11:30pm, I opened the front door... took
two steps up the road, and fled straight back as I heard a siren
nearby... Jesus!!!! I am SUCH a wuss! I could have cried with
frustration. As I sat by the window... watching out... hoping to
catch sight of someone on their way home... someone I could
catch the eye of as I stepped briefly out of the door (at a
distance naturally... ) only to remember I'd "left my car
keys/purse/courage" inside... as I sat there... I realised that
what I really wanted, was more of what I'd had that night. I
wanted a man again. Beside me... holding me... relating to me as
a woman.
I fell asleep that night, dreaming of Robert.
Over the next few days, I started to put together a plan... and
finally... just before Christmas... I executed it. Nothing
ventured... nothing gained. I contacted the buyer that Rob was
friends with, and chatted over a few schedules for the
company... small talk. Eventually I mentioned the party, and he
said he'd had a great time. I jokingly told him that his friend
Rob, had borrowed a tenner from me for a cab, and never returned
it. Of course he hadn't... but I was hoping that he might pass
it on.
December 19th... Thursday... I was at work... lunch had just
finished... my secretary gave me a list of messages. My heart
leapt... hammered. "Rob called... Give him a ring on ********"
I sat at my desk... now it was there, I suddenly felt scared
again. I tried to run through a few tasks... couldn't
concentrate... KNEW I had to call him. Did... got HIS answer
machine! Bastard!! I left a message suggesting he call my
mobile.
Over the next hour I kept switching it on and off... was it
working?? At 5:15... he called. I tried to be all jolly and
flip... I wasn't. Eventually we encountered one of those long
silences. He asked if I was still dressing. I told him I was. He
asked if I'd slipped into bed with any OTHER guys since... I
could feel myself going flame red... said no. He paused again.
Then... stupidly... I said "ok... well nice chatting... stay in
touch" What??! He said "Sure... have a good Xmas"... and hung
up!!
I willed the phone to ring again... it didn't. Stupid bitch!!
What had I said that for?? Eventually I got home... kicking
myself. Sure..I could phone him... but I felt that wasn't
"right". Talk about confused!!
I determined to take a walk that evening. I had to release the
tension I was feeling. I went upstairs and ran a bath...
shaved... trimmed my "bush" and had a long soak. Heaven. I put
"Shania" on the stereo... and did my face... soft browns and
golds around the eyes... tawny blush... mascara... and a rich
plummy lipstick. I chose a shortish... i. e. just past the ears
"urchin" style wig, dark brown, and styled it. Added my little
gold studs, and felt... happy... at my look. As I said in
"Losing It", I'm never going to win a beauty contest... and at
five ten... I never feel totally comfortable... but in late
December... with a bit of a wind blowing, and dark outside... I
felt I could pass.
I went into my bedroom to change... the floor was thumping a
little, the guy underneath likes soft rock, and plays very
loudly. Might be a problem, if he's still in later. Damn! I HOPE
he'll go out... otherwise I'll have to slip out and I hate the
worry of running into him as I return.
I turned to the bed... I'd laid my outfit out already. Dark.
Black skirt... fitted... stopping just above the knee... and a
black round neck cardigan with buttons all the way to the
tailored waist. I wanted to wear stockings... but it was cold,
and I'd settled on thickish tights. I'd also wear my flat black
suede boots... knee length.
Underneath it was black lace wonderbra, and high cut matching
panties. Tucking myself back between my legs, I dressed...
loving the feel of the different materials.
Once dressed, my favourite bit... the final look in the mirror.
I was surprised... I looked good. Not ravishing... but better
than I expected. I could still be read... but I was in a bedroom
light... not in the dark outside.
I picked up my trenchcoat... it's grey... dark... and comes to
mid calf... I popped it on, and added a grey checked shawl... I
fastened it... but left the bottom few buttons undone as I
wanted it to show my skirt and boots. The I pulled on my black
leather gloves and put my bag over my shoulder... taking my flat
keys, I checked the time... 10:30... I decided to wait till
11:30... didn't want to risk the pubs coming out.
I made coffee... and sipped it while I watched a tranny film for
a quarter hour. My whole body was shaking... it was exquisite.
Eventually... at around 11:05... I couldn't stand it anymore...
I went to the flat door, and listened. The music had stopped...
but I could hear neighbour moving around... damn!!!! I had to
decide... go for it... or chicken out.
Before I could do the latter, I pulled open the door... slipped
into the hall and closed it behind me... I kept my keys in my
hand and slowly tiptoed down the stairs... as I passed the door
to HIS flat, I could hear him inside... I opened the front
door... wincing at the squeak it made... and stepped out onto
the path to the gate. The chill made my eyes water... and it was
still blowing. As I pulled the door behind me, I miscalculated
and instead of closing softly... it closed "normally" i. e....
with a slight bang. I jumped..and immediately started up the
path and out into the street... I "felt" a slight light on my
back, and wasn't sure if he'd glanced from behind his curtains.
I didn't look back, just turned sharply up the road... and
walked.
There's an alleyway twenty yards from the gate... turning sharp
right and running along the back of a row of shops... I'd
decided that I'd go along there... then left at the end... ten
yards... left again... along the shops... left and back to my
gate. It's lit... if I was too nervous, I'd just go back along
the alleyway.
As I reached the end of the alleyway, and pondered my move, I
heard voices... I glanced back. A couple of girls were leaving
a flat above the shops... clattering down the fire escape... no
choice... I turned left and was soon on the parade of shops.
Christ!! It was sooooo lit!!!
I felt I wanted to run... no... don't... cars passing... no-one
there... not far before the top of my road... I tried to
remember all the things I was supposed to remember... smaller
steps... no looking down... no "mincing"... I walked as slowly
as I dared, and was hugely relieved to turn into the darkness of
my own street. I crossed the road... just to double check the
door to my house... was my downstairs neighbour out?... in?...
Across from us is a big church... I stood in the shade of a
tree, and watched... seemed quiet.
As I stood there... ouch... panting. I looked down... there was
a small Jack Russell terrier by my feet... Oh no... I was about
to get caught out!! I pretended to look into my purse for
keys... I heard a voice "Ignore him love... he wont bite"... I
smiled weakly... trying not to look up... the dog was pulled
away, and I felt... rather than saw... a guy going past.
"Night... " He said.
As he wandered off down the road... I looked after him... I
vaguely recognised him. Old age pensioner from another road. I
raced across to my house... listened and was inside and up the
stairs in one swift move.
Back in my flat... coat off... sitting at my kitchen table... I
was elated. I'd done it... a proper walk... "Ignore him
LOVE!!!!"... he'd not read me... !! Ok... bad eyesight and
dark... but what the hell!! I was over the moon. Half an hour
later I was bouncing off walls... on such a high... and before
I could stop myself... I'd called Rob.
As soon as he answered, I regretted it... it was almost 12... I
began to apologise... but he said he was awake anyway. I was so
high... I told him outright, that I regretted cutting the
conversation short... earlier. He said he knew I'd call back.
Bastard! (Right though!) He suggested meeting up... and I
agreed. We chatted some more, and I ended up telling him what
I'd done that evening... he was impressed... or sounded it... I
looked at the clock... it was 12:45... we were giggling at that
stage as he'd asked what I was wearing, and told me that "tights
aren't TOO sexy... but I'm still getting hard!"... I said
"cool... glad to hear"..then he said "want me to come over?" It
was late... but Jesus I was horny.
The man who'd taken my virginity as it were wanted to come to
see me. I agreed... gave him the address and hung up. While I
waited, I did my make-up again... and decided to swap wigs...
he'd only seen my longer brown one... perhaps he wouldn't fancy
me with shorter hair. I remember being amused at the fact that
it was so matter of fact that I wanted him to feel that way. I
also changed into black lace top hold ups, and a shorter skirt
teamed with ankle strapped sandals.
I felt good.
The bell rang... and I almost leapt from my chair... oh god I
wish I had an intercom to buzz him up... I opened the window,
and whispered down... Rob? He looked up... my heart was
thumping... I dropped the keys to him and waited. I heard him
coming up the stairs and opened the door to let him in.
He was very formal and pecked me on the cheek... at that stage
I felt a little embarrassed... suddenly the reality was a
different matter. He nodded to me... and told me that I looked
very nice... better than my Britney look... more natural. That
pleased me. I said he was later than he'd said... but he
shrugged and we went to the kitchen, and I got him a beer.
Three beers later, we'd found out a lot more about each other...
filled in the gaps... and I was beginning to think he possibly
DIDN'T fancy me... I went to make coffee... and felt him behind
me... he was running his hand up and down my back... I purred a
little... put the coffee mug down and turned... we kissed.
Deeply and our hands began to explore... his around my ass...
mine over his shoulders and back...
He took my hands and led me back to his chair... and sitting in
it... he gestured to me to kneel. I did... and undid his fly...
his cock popped out and I looked up at him nervously... "Like
before" he said... and I lowered my head to his cock, and took
him into my mouth. Salty... full... it felt so good, and I could
feel myself stiffening inside my panties... Rob was moaning as
I sucked and licked... and I pressed my hand to my groin... as
he groaned again... I felt a wave... and I came. Damn!!!
Noooooooo!! I flexed... my back arching... and instinctively
pulled away. He asked what was wrong, and I started to tell
him... but he'd guessed. I felt awful... like I'd cheated. He
smiled and said it was ok... then he took out a pack of condoms,
and said he'd stopped off at the garage...
Like before... I wasn't sure... I said for him to go into the
bedroom while I changed my panties.
In the bathroom, I did my makeup again, and checked my wig,
which had moved when he was holding my head and fucking my face.
I swapped my panties for a similar pair, and made my way back to
the bedroom in bra, panties, stockings and heels... with a black
silk short robe over the top.
Robert was lying on the bed... in just his boxers. I sat beside
him... and we chatted some more... he suggested we try and see
how I felt. I nodded... and he slipped my robe off, and lay me
back... he kissed me... and as I tried to stroke him said no...
and just lay back.
He continued to kiss me all over my tummy... my breasts... my
neck... I was moaning, and could almost feel a stirring again.
Robert turned me onto my tummy, and carried on kissing me all
down my back. Then he lifted me a little and slid my panties
down. I was really worried... I felt the bed shift and knew he
was taking down his boxers... then there was a pause... and a
coldness on my anus... lube... I was panting... unsure... Robert
cooing in my ear.
He slipped a finger softly into me... I'd done that myself...
his felt bigger. He carried on finger fucking me, and as I
reached back I felt he was already getting himself hard... He
slipped a second finger into me..and that hurt.
We slowed down... eventually it felt easier... by now I wanted
to feel him in me... I whispered you... I want you... He stopped
and put a condom on... then I felt a thrust at my entrance...
ouch! He started to slide in and it felt agony!! After a couple
of minutes we stopped... I was just too unrelaxed...
Rob rolled onto his back. I felt awful... I cuddled into him and
started to play with his cock... he responded and again fingered
my ass... twenty minutes or so passed. We'd alternately
cuddle... stop... chat... kiss... finger... and then he rolled
me onto my tummy... started in... I tensed... started to say
wait... and OUCH!!
He just thrust deep. I have been in pain before... never like
this... I was struggling underneath, and Rob was blowing in my
ear... saying lie still... just lie still... relax... Eventually
I did... the pain eased a little... Rob raised himself on his
knees... took the weight off, and applied more lube.
Then he started to fuck me... It hurt. It got easier... but it
hurt. I could feel him getting close... and wanted it
finished... I was moaning... Yes baby... yes baby... fuck me...
oh yes... Anything I could think of to get him off... everything
I'd seen in my tranny films... I pushed back into him... and
although it hurt I had a silly sense of pride that I was
"pleasuring" a man...
Then he stiffened, and I felt him swell, and he thrust deep and
lay still, moaning. I lay beneath him... my ass sore... my man
inside me. I'd been fucked! Rob left at around 4:45am... I
brazenly took him downstairs, wrapped in my robe... shivering on
the doorstep. Even kissed him as I closed the door... Slowly
walked back up the stairs.
This is all new to me... and I'm still confused... but it's a
part of me that's been let out. I cant seem to stop it.
Any comments... please email me at [email protected]
xxxx
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