When Mike's wife, Sue, wins a weekend break for one
in Scotland, it suited both of them that Mike should
go instead. The problem was that the organisers
wouldn't let her change the name on the ticket.
Fortunately, Sue had a ready solution: Mike could
simply pretend to be her.
Things may have been less eventful if Sue hadn't
purchased such a large pair of false breasts for him.
As it was, the new Mrs Susan Martin found she had a
number of admirers, to whom she had great difficulty
in saying, 'No.'
This story contains adult themes. Please respect your
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THE LONG WEEKEND
By Marianne Nettes
CHAPTER 1
'Hi Mike, it's me.'
I was surprised. Sue had a pretty frantic job as a
Personal Assistant to the MD of a marketing company,
and she rarely had time to call me at home during the
day.
'Hi, darling. How are things?'
'I just won a short break in Scotland, for this
weekend. Do you fancy going?'
'Are you sure it's not one of these tricks? You know,
you get there and then find you've got free
accommodation, but have to pay for food at inflated
prices.'
'Nope. It's genuine, all right ? first class rail
travel to Glasgow, road transfer to the hotel, three
nights accommodation, from Friday to Sunday, all
meals included, and wine with the evening meal. It's
at a place called Hunters Lodge, near Loch Lomond.
Have you heard of it?'
'I'll look it up. How did you win it?'
'Do you remember that survey I completed at work, a
few weeks ago? I moaned about it to you, because it
took up so much of my time. They told me the best
responses would be entered in a draw for a free
holiday, but I didn't take too much notice. I got a
letter in the post today.'
'And it's for two people?'
'Uh-uh. It's only meant to be for me, but this
weekend I'm going on that conference in Birmingham,
so I couldn't go anyway. And you know a long weekend
in Scotland would be absolute purgatory for me. But
you'd love it, wouldn't you? You could go out walking
every day.'
It was true that Sue and I had wildly different
tastes. Sue loved the bright lights and hectic pace
of city living, which is why we lived in south
London, whereas I couldn't wait to get out into the
country, and breathe fresh air.
It was also true that I hated it when she went away
on all too frequent weekend conferences. It was bad
enough that she worked long hours during the week,
leaving me at home as a househusband ? one of the
casualties of the dot com crash. But at the weekend,
especially Sundays, I really disliked being alone. So
a couple of days walking in Scotland, whilst she was
away at her conference, sounded a pretty good deal
all round.
'Will you be able to change the name to mine?'
'Course I can.'
***
So, even though it was only Tuesday, I got out my
walking trousers and anorak, and stuck them in the
washing machine, and located my walking boots, and
gave them a good polish. I found an OS map of the
area, and found Hunters Lodge ? on the edge of a tiny
loch, a few miles from one of the remoter parts of
Loch Lomond. I traced out all the footpaths, and by
the time Sue had come home that evening, I'd plotted
my two days of walks, with options and escape routes,
in case of bad weather.
I showed them to her, and she politely smiled, as she
handed over the information pack.
'Were they all right about changing the name?'
'Oh God! They're complete bureaucrats. Said the prize
was non-transferable, and I had to be the recipient.'
'What! You mean I can't go?' I was all too aware I
sounded like a little child denied a treat, but to be
honest, that's exactly how I felt.
'Of course you can. All you have to do is say that
you're me.'
'That's ridiculous!' I pointed at the name on the
literature. 'How can I say my name is Mrs Susan
Martin?'
Sue shrugged, and smiled that impish grin that had
first attracted me to her. 'Well, it's only checking
into a hotel under someone else's name. It's hardly
as though they're going to give you a medical
examination, is it?'
'Don't be stupid, Sue. I'm not going to wear a skirt
and high heels, thank you very much.'
She laughed at the thought. 'It's you that's being
stupid. It's a walking holiday, not a Vicar and Tarts
Party. If I was going walking in Scotland, do you
think I'd be wearing skirt and high heels? I'd
probably arrive wearing jeans and sweater, exactly
the same as you would wear.'
'Sue, you may wear the same type of clothes, but
there's no way people will believe that I'm a woman.'
'Mike, if you really want to stay at home this
weekend, instead of walking over cold, wet, Scottish
countryside, then that's fine with me. But I thought
you desperately wanted to go on this holiday. All it
would take are a few simple changes to your
appearance for you to make a very passable woman.'
I paused and considered. 'It's not really that easy,
Sue. I mean, I'm totally the wrong shape.'
Another impish smile from her. 'You've just expressed
a view shared by ninety per cent of women. I think
you're well on the way to having the right mind set,
and as any actor will tell you, that's the biggest
hurdle.'
She saw I wasn't convinced, so she continued, 'You
say you're the wrong shape, but what is the 'right'
shape. How does your shape need to change so you look
like a woman?'
'Breasts.'
'Oh that's a typical response from a man. Look, there
are lots of women with miniscule or non-existent
breasts, right?'
I nodded agreement.
'So if someone doesn't have any noticeable breasts,
do you automatically assume they're men?'
'Well? no.'
'Exactly. So if a woman's shape isn't typified by the
breast, what is it typified by?'
I thought hard. 'Well, I dunno, really. They just
look like women.'
'Arse!'
For a second I thought she was calling me one, but
she amplified her statement, 'Women have big arses,
and big hips. Right?'
'I suppose so. But they're always trying to reduce
them in size, so doesn't the ideal woman have a small
arse?'
'We're not trying to make you into the ideal woman.
You're not competing for Miss World. We want you to
look like an ordinary woman, who won't be noticed by
a suspicious receptionist. In other words, you need a
big arse.'
I wasn't convinced, so she took me upstairs, told me
to take off my jeans, and then made me squeeze into a
long legged panty girdle. But just before I pulled it
over my bottom, she folded a couple of towels and
stuffed them down the sides and rear. It was so
packed that I could only just pull my jeans back over
my hips, and had to wriggle them from side to side to
get them up. I thought the zip would burst when I
pulled it up, but when I looked in the mirror I was
gob-smacked. There were the curvaceous hips and
thighs of a woman!
'Hmm. Not bad. But I think you need some better
padding. These towels are not smooth enough. They've
rucked up at the back. But you have to admit, they
make the difference.'
'Maybe to my body, but it doesn't alter my face.'
She stared critically at it. 'The beard will have to
go, of course, but it'll grow again easily enough,
and I bet underneath it, your face is as soft as a
baby's bottom. I could get you a wig. Nothing too
exotic ? no long blonde hair ? but something mousy
coloured of medium length, which covers as much of
your face as possible. You know, Mike, I think we're
almost there. The question is, do you want to give it
a try, and go on this holiday, or simply sit at home
and vegetate whilst I'm away at the conference?'
I considered. Scotland was awfully tempting, and
really, what was the worst that could happen? People
might suspect that the rather boring looking woman in
the hotel was rather too mannish and was really a
bloke. As Sue said, they were hardly in a position to
prove it, were they? They couldn't force me to have a
medical examination.
'OK,' I said. 'I'll give it a go.'
CHAPTER 2
The next evening, Sue came home loaded with packages.
'I found a shop which sells just what you need,' she
said, pulling what looked like a pair of flesh-
coloured knickers out of a plastic bag, and holding
them up in the air. 'Very realistic.'
She turned them round so I could see them from the
front. There was a patch of dark pubic hair at the
crutch. They weren't knickers ? more like a false
arse and thighs, with a hairy cunt.
She giggled at my expression. 'I'm told they look ?
and work ? just like the real thing, even if someone
catches you having a pee in the middle of a field. In
these, you have to squat down like a woman.'
God! I hadn't even thought about trying to keeping up
the pretence of being a woman whilst on a walk, and
having to take a piss, en-route, but Sue obviously
had. From our previous experiences, I remembered she
had been less than happy with that particular aspect
of country walking.
'They'll also keep your manhood under control. No
nasty erections every time you see a piece of
crumpet. Perhaps you should wear them all the time.'
Another giggle. 'No seriously, I'm pretty certain
once you're have them on, it will be pretty difficult
for anyone to tell the difference, even if you are
caught with your trousers down.'
This seemed to be taking the pretence a bit too far,
but I had to admit, when I tried them on, they
provided a much smoother and rounder line to my
figure than the towels had done, the previous
evening. When I stood with my back to a mirror, and
twisted my neck to view myself, I realised I had one
enormous arse, with hips probably about nine inches
wider than normal. Unable to see my head reflected in
the mirror, I would have been certain I was looking
at the rear of a woman's torso. With a wig covering
my head and most of my face, I reckoned I would make
a very passable woman.
'OK, take them off. Let's get your hairy body
defoliated.'
'There's no need to do that. I was just going to
shave my beard.'
'If anyone does see you with your trousers down,
they'll wonder why you have more hairs than an orang-
utan on your lower legs, but which stop at the knee,
where your false arse starts. Come on, I've bought a
large pack of wax. Get naked, and we'll make a
start.'
***
I will never understand why women put up with that
kind of pain instead of using a razor. Can you
imagine your skin being flayed from your body? Well
that's what being waxed is like ? every hair slowly
and painfully ripped from your skin. Mind you, at the
end of it, my skin was as smooth as that proverbial
baby's bottom, even my beardless chin. I hoped it
wouldn't be too long after the weekend before my
beard would re-grow. There are limits as to how far I
was prepared to go for this farce.
When she slipped the wig over my head, I had to admit
I was impressed. OK, I was no great beauty, but I
certainly looked like the kind of woman you pass in
the street, every day, without noticing ? quite big,
but without being obese.
Sue had bought several pairs of jeans and tee shirts
of different sizes, from Marks & Spencer's, so she
could take back those that didn't fit. I told her I
didn't need anything special ? I would simply squeeze
into my old things, but she always would buy clothes
on any excuse, and this was more than good enough.
Unfortunately, she hadn't estimated my new size very
well, and nothing seemed to properly fit. With my
enlarged hips, there was no way I could squeeze into
my existing jeans, so we were both a little
dissatisfied at the end of it. She put all the
clothes back into their original packaging, and we
agreed she would have another shopping expedition
tomorrow.
***
Surprisingly, I was really looking forward to Sue's
arrival home on Thursday evening, with my new
clothes, so I was quite perturbed when she rang to
say she'd be late home.
'Sorry, love, but the MD is getting in a panic about
the launch next week, especially with me being away
at the conference this weekend. He's called a
complete review, starting at seven pm, so it's likely
to go on until at least nine. I'll give you a call
when I finish. Incidentally, I've bought you some
super clothes.'
Why did my heart give a little leap of pleasure at
the thought? Sue was always complaining I was never
interested in clothes, and yet for the next three
hours I was aching for her call. When it came, it was
to say the meeting was still continuing ? they had
only paused for a few minutes to take a comfort
break.
'It looks like it's going to be at least midnight
before I get home. I know you have an early start in
the morning, so why don't you get to bed now, and
we'll both get up early in the morning and you can
try on the new clothes, then?'
I grumbled a bit, but it seemed the best compromise,
so I went to bed.
CHAPTER 3
'I decided to get you some false breasts after all.'
'But I thought you told me I didn't need them ? that
lots of women have miniscule breasts.'
'I know, but I think it was because you were so
bottom heavy that the clothes I brought home on
Wednesday didn't look so good. I took some advice
from the shop where I bought your false arse, and
they suggested you should try some. They had so many
kinds and sizes, I had trouble deciding which to buy,
but I got these in the end.' She withdrew a single
quivering breast from a bag, cupped in both hands.
'God, it's enormous!'
'I thought you'd be pleased. You always said you
liked large breasts. Don't you remember, you kept
suggesting I should get an enhancement?'
'That doesn't mean to say? Oh, never mind. I can't
wear those.'
'But I've bought a load of clothes which should fit
you. And I really can't see the logic that says you
like large breasts on me but small ones for you.
Anyway, it can't do any harm to just try them.'
I was fascinated the way the breast wobbled with
every movement of her hand, like a plateful of jelly,
and the way the large nipples poked upwards. I
wondered what it would be like to have two of those
stuck on my chest.
'I suppose I could give them a try.'
'Attaboy. These are the top of the range models, so
you shouldn't have any problems with them. There's a
separate adhesive, which I have to spread on first,
and let dry.'
She spread it on, and we left it to dry, whilst I
pulled on my false arse and fumbled about with my
cock until it was in the right position inside.
Over the top of my false arse, I pulled on the sexy
little knickers that Sue had bought ('They'll see the
knicker line through your trousers,' she had said,
'so you'll have to wear proper knickers.'), and tried
on the selection of jeans until I found a pair that
fitted really well. I put on some ankle-sox and found
a pair of the plain, black, low-heeled shoes, which
were not at all painful to wear. I looked in the
mirror. I had to admit, from the waist down, I looked
bloody authentic.
'OK, let's get on with these.' Sue took the left
breast in her hand and carefully positioned it over
my nipple, pressed it against my chest and smoothed
it down.
'There you are. Just hold that in place whilst the
adhesive sets, and I'll fix the other one.'
I grasped the soft quivering breast. Jesus, if only
I'd met a girl with breasts like these!
'OK, hold this one in place with your other hand. I
think I've probably guessed the right bra size, but
I've bought a couple of other sizes, just in case.'
In fact, she'd guessed right at a 42 DD, which
sounded pretty big, but it was only when I pulled a
tee shirt over my head, and I glanced down, that
their true enormity became apparent.
'God! I can't go about with these. They're huge.'
'But Mike, you're tall and broad shouldered, which is
why we had to give you the wide hips. Everything
about your body looks in the right proportion, now.'
'Sorry, Sue, no way. I'm going to take them off.'
'Suit yourself, but you'd better hurry up. The taxi
will be here at any minute.'
A horn tooting outside indicated the accuracy of her
forecast. I hurriedly tugged at the join of breast
and skin.
'Ouch! That's stuck fast.'
'Look, don't bother to take them off now; otherwise
you're going to miss your train. Get your train into
the city and then go into the toilets at Kings Cross
Station and remove them there.' She pulled the wig
over my head, and adjusted it slightly. 'There, you
look perfect. Slip on your anorak, and off you go.'
I was about to argue with her, but her logic was
indisputable. If I missed the train into London, I
would subsequently miss the Glasgow train, and with
it my chance of the holiday. Out of the corner of my
eye, I could also see myself in the mirror, and there
was no doubt about my proportions being exactly
right. I really looked quite a dish. An angry beeping
came from the taxi, so I put on my anorak and dashed
down the stairs.
'I bought a few extra items for you to wear in the
hotel,' Sue said, as she passed me the suitcase, and
added with her grin, 'just in case you're feeling
adventurous. I packed them in your suitcase last
night.'
Vowing to not even look at them when I got to the
hotel, I grabbed the suitcase and went out the door.
CHAPTER 4
When I arrived at Kings Cross, I almost went marching
straight into the men's toilets! It was only the man
coming through the door in the opposite direction,
who stared at my tits as he finished buttoning his
flies, that stopped me.
'The Ladies are over there, luv.' He pointed, and
added under his breath, 'and I bet you don't get many
of those to the pound.'
Since leaving home, it was the third time I'd heard
that same comment, along with at least a dozen others
on a similar theme. To be honest, observations about
the size of my breasts didn't upset me too much. The
main problem was that the nipples were protruding
like organ-stops ? a fact which a number of men had
remarked upon.
That really embarrassed me, since I had always
associated such a state with a readiness for sex. So
too, did many of my admirers, some of whom plainly
expressed their desire to assist in giving me what I
so obviously needed.
I abruptly turned and headed in the direction he
indicated, but then paused as I approached. Until
now, I had done nothing illegal, but if I entered
those toilets, I would be stepping over a line which
could result in my accommodation for the next few
days being significantly different from that which I
had planned ? in jail! Far better to wait until I'd
boarded the train and then go into the unisex toilet
on board.
As a strategy, that was fine. The problem was that
the train was late coming in, and only arrived a
couple of minutes before it was due to depart.
Consequently, I had to hang about on the concourse,
getting all manner of comments and offers. Then I had
to dash, with hundreds of others, onto the train
before it left without me.
Fortunately, I had a reserved, first-class seat.
Unfortunately, within ten seconds of locating it,
there were at least half a dozen blokes all offering
to help me put my suitcase up on the luggage rack. I
almost automatically refused their offers, but just
in time, I realised they'd all be ogling my boobs as
I stretched up to do it myself. So I let the tallest
guy help, who then promptly took it as an excuse to
sit down opposite me and start chatting me up.
He was in his mid-twenties, and he was so good
looking that, when I was a bloke, I'd have taken an
instant dislike to him. As it was, I felt rather
elated that he'd chosen me to talk to. The other guys
who'd offered to help, all took seats a short
distance away, where they could keep a discrete eye
on me (and presumably, my boobs).
Of course, I then realised my strategy was totally
blown, since I could hardly disappear off to the
toilet, and return five minutes later without my
tits. Damn! I'd have to wait until a few minutes
before the train came into Glasgow, and then go to
the toilet and dispense with my tits. Hopefully, by
the time I came out, my travelling companions would
have disappeared. In the meantime, I had almost six
hours of blokes staring at my tits and trying to
engage me in conversation.
Over the last two days, realising I would need to
have a passable female voice, I had spent many hours
practising with a tape recorder. I had developed a
reasonable tone, but I'd mainly concentrated upon
phrases like, 'I'm Susan Martin. Can I check in?' I
certainly wasn't equipped to discuss my favourite
type of theatre or restaurant, which is what the tall
guy wanted to talk about. I struggled for a while,
but then it seemed to get a bit easier with practice.
In fact, by the time they called the first serving of
lunch, I was quite happy for the two of us to go to
the restaurant together.
By this time, I'd realised the advantage, for a woman
with breasts like mine, of having a male companion.
Blokes still looked at me, of course, but in a much
more subtle way, and no longer as though I was easy
pickings, just because I had huge tits, with
protruding nipples. They would still give me the eye,
if they thought my companion couldn't see, but I felt
much more secure.
'Damn it!' I thought. 'I've only been a woman for
four hours, and already I'm using blokes to provide
me with security.'
The real bad news came as the meal was drawing to an
end, when Jason, for that was his name, revealed he
had won a long weekend break at Hunters Lodge. My
heart sank. I would now be forced to keep company
with my breasts for the whole of my holiday! Damn!
Damn! Damn!
But I didn't let my annoyance show, as I gaily told
Jason that I, too, had won the break and was on my
way to Hunters Lodge.
'I wondered whether there'd be any other prize
winners on the train,' he said. 'I know there were
several winners.'
'Oh great,' I said. 'That means there'll be plenty of
people to walk with.'
'Walk?'
'Well, why else would anyone go to a hotel in the
wilds of Scotland, in the middle of March?'
'Didn't you read the leaflet?'
I shook my head.
'It's only one of the best places to stay in the UK ?
and they get very stroppy if you call it a hotel.
You're going to Hunters Lodge as a houseguest.
There's a cordon-bleu chef, a butler and personal
maid service.' He added with a grin, 'That's the bit
I'm looking forward to ? at least it was, until I met
you.'
'Gerroff.'
'No seriously, there's an indoor pool, sauna, gym and
massage parlour. You name it ? they've got it. They
don't serve meals in a restaurant; they hold dinner
parties that last into the early hours of the
morning, and breakfasts they serve until midday. In
the afternoon, perhaps a little shooting or riding ?
the kind with horses I mean, and then it's time to
get dressed for dinner again.'
His final words brought home a suspicion that had
gradually being forming in my mind. This was no
walkers' hotel, where people slouched about in jeans
and sweaters. We'd all be wearing dinner jackets and?
evening dresses!
The words went crashing through my mind. Disaster
loomed. It would have been bad enough if I'd gone to
Hunters Lodge as a male, with all the wrong clothes,
and meeting snotty-nosed people whose idea of a long
walk was the ten yards from their front door to their
Jaguar. But to do all that disguised as a female
would lead to total exposure. I'd be?
'Are you all right? You're looking a bit pasty.'
Jason was looking at me with real concern in his
eyes.
'Well, I? I didn't realise it was that kind of
holiday. I was going for the walking, not for a
luxury weekend break. I haven't got the right
clothes, or anything.'
'That's all right. You'll look good in any clothes.
Just wear what you've got.'
And have the total attention of the restaurant
focussed upon me, masquerading as a woman!
'I don't really think so, thanks very much. I think
I'd better?'
My words were cut short as the announcement came over
the speaker system: 'Ladies and gentlemen. We are now
approaching Glasgow Central station where this train
terminates. Would passengers please ensure they have
all their belongings with them before leaving the
train. Thank you.'
'Come on Susan. We need to get our bags. Don't worry
about Hunters Lodge. You'll be fine.'
CHAPTER 5
'I told you it would be fine, didn't I?'
We were seated in the back of an ancient Rolls Royce,
winding its way through the Glasgow traffic. I had
fully intended, after alighting at Glasgow, to
immediately catch the next train back to London, but
Jason had grabbed my bag and led the way off the
platform, where we had been met by a uniformed
chauffeur.
My suitcase had smartly changed hands, and before I
knew it, I was being shepherded into the Rolls. Now,
we were together on the back seat, his thigh pressing
against mine.
On top of everything else, I'd realised in the dining
car that this was going to be a problem. Wearing my
false arse, I had virtually no feelings along the
outside of my thigh and my buttocks, because of the
thickness of material.
So when Jason had reached under the table and slid
his hand up the outside of my thigh, I hadn't even
noticed. It was only when he slid it around to the
inside of my legs that I realised exactly what he was
up to.
I'd given his hand a sharp slap, and he'd laughed as
he'd withdrawn it, but I didn't know how long he'd
been caressing the outside of my thigh, without any
objection on my part. Presumably, if later on in the
holiday his hand started brushing my nipples, I'd
have an even worse problem. I could see, I was going
to have to keep my senses about me, with this guy
around.
I twisted around in the seat to give a bit of space
between us, and he smiled at me and settled
comfortably into his corner. Within a few minutes,
his eyes started to droop, his breathing became
heavier, and he fell into a deep sleep. The smooth,
quiet ride in the Rolls was soporific. I'd been
travelling for well over seven hours by then, and I,
too, felt sleep start to sweep over me. I snuggled
into my corner, and deliberately put out of my mind
all worries about what lay ahead.
***
It was the change in ride that awoke me. Not even the
ultra-smooth suspension of the Rolls could hide the
enormous potholes in the unmade road, which stretched
up the hill ahead of us.
Feeling a weight upon my chest, I looked down.
Jason's head rested on my right breast. His eyes were
closed and his hair was tousled. For an instant, I
wondered what it would be like to have an infant in
that position, about to take nourishment from my
breast. But it was only an instant before I regained
commonsense. I swivelled my shoulder to throw his
head off my breast, and it dropped with a satisfying
clunk onto my knee.
'O-h-h-h! Fuck! That hurt.'
'Good.' He would get no sympathy from me. 'And don't
try that again, buster. Especially when I'm asleep.'
'Well, you didn't object when I put it there. You
said it was nice.'
There was no winning that kind of argument, so I
didn't try, and there was a mutual silence between
us, until the car reached the brow of the hill and
the chauffeur said, 'That's Hunters Lodge next to the
loch.'
From its name, I'd expected a tiny building, little
more than a cabin, where hunters could rest
overnight. So the mansion towering up by the side of
the loch took me completely by surprise. It was huge.
Why the hell hadn't I turned around at the station
and gone home?
We drove through an arched gate into a courtyard, and
a butler in a formal black suit, and a maid in a
black dress and frilly white apron waited by the
entrance to the house. The chauffeur pulled the car
to a halt beside them, leapt smartly out, and opened
the door for us to alight.
'Good afternoon, sir. Good afternoon, madam.' The
butler eyed with distaste my jeans and bulging, tee
shirt covered tits, pushing through the open front of
my anorak. 'My name is Jones, and this is Nicole,
your room maid during your stay.'
She flashed us a nice smile. 'Welcome to Hunters
Lodge. Mr Jones will show you to your room, sir,
whilst I'll show the lady to hers.' She took my
suitcase from the chauffeur, whilst Jones took
Jason's, and they led the way inside.
'It's this way, madam.'
Fortunately, she led me up a separate staircase to
the one that Jones and Jason were taking. I felt I
needed some space from Jason. I said as much to
Nicole, and added, 'Please call me Susan.'
She smiled. 'Thanks Susan. Some of the guys can come
on a bit heavy when they're staying here. You know,
they think the normal rules don't apply.' At the top
of the stairs was a small lobby with two bedrooms
leading off it. Nicole pointed to one. 'This is your
bedroom. I think you'll find it's very pretty.'
She opened the door and went in, and I followed her
into a huge room, with a wooden floor with shag pile
rugs scattered liberally about. In the centre was a
four-poster bed, with lots of white lace cascading
down from the canopy.
'Oh, it's beautiful Nicole.'
She smiled back at me. 'I'm glad you like it. Would
you like me to unpack for you?'
I shrugged. 'I'm afraid I have a problem with my
clothes. I didn't read the instructions properly and
I haven't brought anything suitable. I really don't
know what I'm going to do.'
Nicole lifted my suitcase onto a stand and opened it.
'Oh, I think this will be perfect,' she said.
She held up a long black dress with a scoop neckline,
and a long slit up the side. Fortunately, she was
gazing at the dress rather than at me, so she didn't
see my jaw gape open.
'It's beautiful,' she continued, 'it'll be perfect.
Do you have anything else?'
How the hell did I know? On the other hand, I
certainly knew someone who would ?Sue! She'd known
this was a posh do, and that I'd never have come if
I'd realised, so she'd kept it secret from me. I felt
betrayed!
Nicole was now holding up a bright blue dress,
covered with shimmering sequins. 'Oh yes. There's no
need for you to worry about your clothes, at all.
They're ideal. What about day wear?'
She looked into my suitcase and nodded approvingly,
and opened a wardrobe and started to put the dresses
onto hangers. Then she was opening drawers and
putting in garments I hadn't seen before ? indeed, I
wasn't even certain I knew what they were!
'Oh, I think someone's slipped this in here, for
you.' She handed me an envelope with 'Susan' written
on the front, which she'd withdrawn from the side
pocket of the suitcase. 'Dinner's at eight, and I
really think your black dress would be superb for
that. If you need any help, ring the bell. Otherwise,
I'll see you at dinner.' And she was gone.
***
My darling
I saw right from the start how much you really wanted
to come on this short break, but knowing how easily
embarrassed you get, I was certain you'd refuse if I
told you all the detail. Please forgive me, but this
seemed a heaven sent opportunity for you to enjoy a
fun weekend, whilst I have a hard grind at the
conference.
I hope the clothes fit. I had fun choosing them. As
long as you keep a cool head, I'm certain no one will
find out about Mike. Have fun.
Love
XX
My anger subsided as I read Sue's note, which she'd
been careful enough to phrase so that even if someone
else read it, my secret would not be revealed.
I'd realised in the past that Sue sometimes felt
guilty that, even when she was able to take time off
from her busy job, she never wanted to walk in the
countryside with me, and we always ended up doing
what she wanted to do, which was usually shopping.
But she'd gone to a lot of trouble to get me onto
this holiday, when she could so easily have simply
told me I wasn't allowed to go. I vowed I would make
this holiday a success, and enjoy it to the full.
CHAPTER 6
Surprisingly, I really enjoyed that evening. I had
chosen the black dress, as recommended by Nicole, and
spent some considerable time getting prepared. I had
intended to remove my false breasts before showering,
but they appeared firmly attached to my chest, and
not even a long shower loosened their grip. They were
a slightly different colour to my own skin, and I
dusted a little blusher across the join, which made
them look as one with the rest of my own body.
Sue had included a teenager's make up kit, which was
great because it included instruction on how to do
it. I practised for ages, several times wiping the
whole lot off and starting again, but in the end, I
actually looked quite passable.
There was also a suspender belt and stockings, with a
lacy top, which looked as though they were just the
right length to be seductively glimpsed though the
long side slit in the dress.
There were also several pairs of shoes, and when I
saw the black sling-backs with three-inch heels, I
almost wet myself with excitement. They were
beautiful. I knew I'd have trouble with the heels,
but I put them on straightaway, and spent ages
practising walking in them, turning, swivelling,
striding and ambling.
When I put it all together, by slipping on the dress,
I looked fabulous! Quite large, but with a femme
fatale appearance. I spent several minutes admiring
myself, before I heard the gong sound downstairs.
***
'Wow, you look good enough to eat.'
Jason had seen me coming hesitantly down the stairs ?
hesitant mainly because I thought I might go arse
over tit in those shoes, rather than because I was
frightened of meeting everyone. (Well, OK, I was a
bit nervous, but more about meeting people for the
first time, rather than them detecting I was not
really Susan Martin.)
Jason had quickly disengaged himself from the rest of
the group (all men!) and come over to greet me at the
foot of the stairs.
I gave him a quick smile, and said, 'Well, I suggest
you have the canap?s, instead of me. They look
delicious.' I smiled at Nicole, who brought a large
tray of them over to me. Jones the butler offered me
a sherry, which I gratefully took and almost downed,
in one. Nothing like sherry for getting rid of
nerves.
'You'd better come over and meet the rest of the
group,' and he drew me over to the three men, and
started to introduce me. There was Scott, who was in
his mid-thirties. He had a rather craggy appearance,
which I guessed many women would find attractive.
Next to him was Paul ? about the same age ? with a
much softer, almost effeminate face. When he spoke,
his voice was so sweet and sexy, it set my pulse
racing.
'Hang on!' I thought, 'I'm really a bloke.' My pulse
really should not be pounding at meeting a man who, I
guessed from his appearance, was really gay.
Harold was standing on the edge of the group, looking
as though he wanted to join in, but nervous of doing
so. He was fairly elderly, probably in his late
seventies, and looked somewhat frail. I felt sorry
for him.
There's always something interesting about seeing a
group of people meet for the first time, none of them
certain about where they will fit into the scene, but
each wanting to steer events in their own direction.
Paul was frantically trying to chat up Scott, who, by
his body language, clearly was not interested. In
turn, Scott was trying to engage Jason in a
discussion on football. Jason was torn between
continuing to talk about an obviously popular topic,
and chatting up the big-boobed woman he'd met
earlier. Having been in similar situations myself on
past occasions, I guessed he'd be thinking that: a)
The opportunity of sticking his dick into a woman
came before all else; and b) It would never do to
lose the important ground he'd already made.
Well, I wasn't keen on Jason being too successful
with his courting, so I turned to Harold with a
smile. He was probably rather shy, I thought, and I
tried to put him at ease.
'Did you win this holiday, Harold?'
He looked pleased that I had asked the question, and
was about to reply when Jason took the opportunity to
break in on the conversation, 'Presumably you didn't
win it from a survey at work, granddad. You look as
though you haven't worked for about fifty years.'
Scott thought this was highly funny and guffawed
loudly, presumably believing this would keep him in
the dialogue with Jason. 'Did everyone else win the
holiday?' he asked.
There was a general murmur of assent, although I
noticed Harold didn't answer.
'Are there any more guests expected, Jones?' Scott
put the question which we'd all been wondering, as
Jones distributed more sherry amongst us. Five didn't
seem a very large number to attend a house party in a
mansion of this size ? I'd expected dozens of people.
'Everyone is here, sir. The original booking was for
nine guests. I regret several of those have
subsequently decided not to attend.'
No wonder, I thought, when partners weren't allowed,
and the tickets were non-transferrable.
'What about you, Harold? You didn't say whether you
won the holiday.' I had been annoyed at Jason's
interjection, and wanted to make certain Harold
didn't feel left out.
'Oh, I heard that Hunters Lodge was the prize in the
survey, so I made certain I was asked to complete it,
and I guess I got lucky. I've wanted to come here for
ages. It's beautiful countryside, and there are some
excellent walks in this area.'
'Ugh! Walks. You can keep those, thank you very
much,' Scott said. 'I shall be sticking by the gym
and the bar.'
'Well, I enjoy walking,' I said, and added, more out
of sympathy for Harold than because I really wanted
to walk with him, 'Why don't we walk together,
Harold?'
He looked pleased, and inclined his head in
acceptance.
'Count me out,' said Paul, 'I'm with Scott on this.'
A pang of regret went through me, that I wouldn't
have chance to talk to him, all day. He looked a
really interesting person, and rather dishy. For an
instant, I thought of telling Harold I'd changed my
mind, and would stay at home, but he'd looked so
pleased, and after all, I had come here for the
walking.
'The walking sounds great to me,' Jason said. 'I'll
come with you two.'
'You didn't sound very interested in walking when we
talked on the train,' I challenged him, as though I
didn't know exactly why he wanted to tag along.
'I thought it sounded rather nice, actually,' he
said, but what he really meant was that where the big
breasts went, he would follow.
I sighed. I was going to have to be very careful
here. If the walk got too much for Harold, and he
turned back, it would be just Jason and I left alone,
and if he had his way, he'd be inside my knickers
within five minutes.
There was no need to worry. Within the next five
minutes, first Scott, then inevitably Paul, changed
their minds about the next day.
'Seems a pity not to be part of the group,' Scott
said. 'I'll come on the walk after all.'
'Well, I can hardly stay here on my own,' Paul added.
'I'll come too.'
***
Dinner was fantastic. I lost count of the number of
courses, but it must have been at least seven, each
served with its own wine ? and that didn't come from
the discount store, either. The wine loosened the
conversation, and with the exception of Harold, who
kept fairly quiet, we all had a fairly lively
evening.
Towards the end of the evening, we all moved into the
library to take cognac. I took the opportunity to
dive to the toilet, remembering at the last moment to
go into the ladies, rather than the gents. Apart from
Nicole, it appeared I was the only woman here, so I
was unlikely to get compromised.
I'd already used the toilet several times, so I was
getting used to sitting down and letting it all go.
It really seemed quite a luxury, compared to having
to aim it in the right direction, making certain it
didn't splash my shoes, or spray out sideways onto my
trousers, or issue a few drips after I'd zipped
myself up.
'I could really get used to this,' I was muttering to
myself as I left the ladies.
'What was that?' Jason was waiting outside.
'I said I could get used to this place,' I said.
'I'm not so certain,' he said. 'Look, I have a bit of
a problem, and I want to enlist your help.'
'What is it?'
'You've seen how Scott is all over me?' My face must
have indicated I didn't know what he was talking
about, so he elaborated. 'He's gay. Surely you
realised that?'
'Scott? Er, no. It didn't cross my mind.'
'Just like a woman. You are so na?ve. Well, anyway,
he's coming on so strong, you have to help me out.'
'Jason. I seem to remember that earlier, you were
coming strongly onto me.'
'But that's different.'
'Well, women have to sort this problem out by
ourselves, all the time. I suggest you sort it out
for yourself.'
God, I'd only been a woman for less than a day, and
already I was thinking like one.
'But have you seen the size of him?'
I considered. 'He's about your height, isn't he?'
'Not his height, you prune. His? well, you know, his
equipment.'
My interest was alerted. 'You mean his prick?'
'Yes. It's enormous.'
There was really no reason why I should have been
excited by that statement. I was a heterosexual
bloke, who happened to be dressed as a woman. So why
did that shiver of apprehension go all through my
body.
'Are you certain he's gay?'
Jason smiled. 'I'm certain. You must have realised
that Paul is as queer as they come, as well, and he's
trying to pull Scott. Good job Paul's not after me.
He's even bigger. Built like a horse.'
I felt the adrenaline souring through my body, and
I'm certain my neck flushed. Fortunately, Jason was
too concerned with his own plight to notice.
'So you will do it, won't you?'
'Do what, Jason?'
He looked surprised. 'Why, be my girlfriend, of
course. Once Scott realises that I'm with you, he'll
lay off.'
'Jason, that is an absolutely pathetic attempt to get
close to me. Can't you do better than that?'
'No, I'm serious. Look. You don't even need to sleep
with me. I'll simply come up to your room and wait
until everyone else has gone to bed before?'
'Jason. There is absolutely no way you get past my
bedroom door, especially with such a feeble excuse as
that.'
I realised as soon as I said it that the rider
totally weakened my statement. He'd take it that he
only had to find a better excuse. Still, there was no
harm in a girl keeping a guy on edge.
'As I said just now, women are always having to sort
out these kind of problems for themselves. Now, if
you've quite finished propositioning me, I'd like to
go to the library.'
I swept off, with Jason meekly following in my wake.
***
'I expect you think men are pathetic.' Hurray! It was
Paul who'd spoken to me.
We'd met Harold leaving the library, as we were about
to enter. He was off to bed, he said, and we agreed
to meet at eight, the next morning. I ignored Jason's
cry of horror, at leaving at such a horrendous hour.
As far as I was concerned, if he wasn't there, it was
no great hardship to go without him.
As soon as we entered the library, Scott swept
straight past me and buttonholed Jason, to discuss
their favourite footballer. I'd had a chance to
glance downwards as he walked past, and had been duly
impressed.
Now, as Paul addressed me, I had a peek down at the
front of his trousers, and was totally gob-smacked.
When men talk about a penis the size of a horse,
they're inevitably exaggerating. Only Jason had not
been!
I could see it bulging through Paul's trousers,
hanging down the left leg, almost as far as his knee,
where it swelled into a large knob. I knew the flush
was back in my neck, and probably every other part of
my body. If my nipples had not been false, they'd
have probably tore holes through my dress.
As it was, I said, 'I don't think all men are
pathetic, Paul. Only some of them.' I glanced over my
shoulder at Jason, as I did so, before I returned my
gaze to look deeply into his eyes. 'I don't find you
pathetic, Paul.' And please, please, please, I
mentally added, don't turn out to be gay.
The gorgeous hunk didn't even acknowledge the
compliment. 'I'm not surprised you told Jason to get
lost.'
'Sorry. How do you know what I told Jason?'
Paul smiled at me, and the whole world brightened.
'Well, you both came back here.'
I was still puzzled. 'But how did you know what Jason
asked me?'
His smile turned into a grin, and I realised he was
simply returning the stupid grin on my face. 'Men are
so predictable, aren't they? It was obvious Jason was
going off to ask to spend the night with you, so that
Scott would lay off him.' His glance turned back to
the pair of them, and saddened, and my heart
saddened, too. 'I quite understand that you didn't.
It's probably what any woman would have done.
'Only,' and he turned back towards me, and looked me
in the eye, and my heart turned to slush, 'if you had
done, I'd have been able to talk to Scott, properly.
We met on the train coming up, you see, and we seemed
to get on so well. I thought? Well, never mind.'
My hopes were dashed to pieces. It looked like Jason
had been right ? Paul was gay, but I needed to be
absolutely sure. 'What about your partner, Paul?' I
pointed to indentation around the third finger on his
left hand, where a ring had been until recently.
'Wouldn't your partner mind?'
'It looks like my partner's being unfaithful. I'm not
certain our relationship has any future. I thought
this weekend might be the start of something new.'
'That's a shame about your relationship, Paul. What
was your partner's name?'
He looked as though he wasn't going to tell me, but
then said, 'Melissa.'
Yes! Yes! Yes! He'd had a relationship with a woman.
There was hope for me. But then, I remembered with a
terrible sinking feeling in my heart, that I wasn't a
woman at all, I was really a heterosexual man. What
the hell was I doing, trying as a woman to chat up a
man? I almost cried with despair.
'You suddenly look sad.'
I put on a brave smile. 'Not really, but I have
decided I am going to give you a hand. You can thank
me properly, tomorrow.'
I stood up, and walked towards the door, before
turning round and calling out, 'Jason, are you coming
to bed, now?'
CHAPTER 7
I was at the top of the stairs before Jason caught up
with me. 'Quick. Let's go. Scott was leaving
immediately after I left, and I think he's following
me up the stairs.'
I blanked him outside my bedroom door. 'Sorry Jason.
Exactly where were you thinking of going?'
'In your room, of course. You said?'
'I did as you asked me to. I got you out of Scott's
clutches. However, just because I gave you the excuse
for leaving the library, it doesn't follow that you
have to come into my bedroom. So, if you'll excuse
me.'
'No, look. Scott's coming.'
Certainly there was the sound of someone coming up
the stairs.
'Well, you'd better run along, then, before he
comes.'
He gesticulated hopelessly around the lobby. 'But
there's nowhere to go.'
The footsteps on the stairs were getting louder. I
relented.
'OK, but if you come in, you do so on my terms.
Agreed?'
'Yes. Yes. Anything.'
'Right, take off your belt and hand it to me. Then
turn round and put your arms behind your back.'
'Oh, no! No way. Sorry.'
'It's your choice, Jason.'
The footsteps were only a few treads away, now.
'OK. OK. Here you are.'
In seconds, the belt was in my hand, and his arms
were behind his back. I wrapped the belt twice around
his elbows, and then pulled it tight and secured it.
I already had my key ready, and it took only another
second to turn it in the lock, pull Jason in after
me, and shut the door again.
'Oh, thanks, Susan. You've saved my life.'
'Well, you can sit on the chair over there?' I
pointed, '?for a few minutes until you can safely
leave.'
'But he might be waiting for me.'
'Jason, you're being just too pathetic. Sit down and
shut up.'
'I need to go to the toilet. Can you release my arms,
please.'
I considered. It was almost certainly a trap, but on
the other hand?
'Come on,' I grabbed hold of him and marched him into
the en-suite. I undid the fastening on his trousers
and unzipped him, then pulled down his trousers and
underpants.
'Are you going to hold it for me.'
'Don't be disgusting.'
'But I'll wet myself or do it all over the floor
unless?'
'Sit down like we women do. That way you won't miss.'
I stormed out and slammed the door shut, trying to
shut out of my mind the sight of that rather nice
chunky prick, and the hairy balls.
***
I have always been heterosexual ? never felt the
slightest desire to grab hold of a bloke and have sex
with him. So why was it so different now that I was
dressed as a woman?
I thought about it quietly for a minute. Perhaps I
was simply playing the part well. I'd tried to
completely immerse myself into the character of Sue.
But then, surely Sue wouldn't be letting strange men
into her room in the middle of the night and helping
them to take down their trousers.
Would she?
Of course not.
Would she?
'I've finished.'
Of course, it was really an academic question about
whether Sue would or wouldn't. The point was that I
was playing the part of a character with huge tits
and protruding nipples ? that was not Sue ? simply
someone with her name. There was really no question
about what I should do now. I went into the en-suite.
Jason was standing up, and so was his prick.
He grinned at me. 'Could you pull my trousers up?'
'You're very trusting.' I crouched down in front of
him so I could grab hold of his trousers in both
hands, a move that put his prick only an inch away
from my face. I stared back at it ? it looked as
though it was getting very excited, with the veins on
the shaft standing out and the head turning purple.
'I might bite it off.'
'I wouldn't mind if you gobbled it off.'
'Is that so?' In one smooth movement, I stood up,
pulling his trousers with me, right up and over that
bulging prick, until they were around his waist.
'Ugh! Shit! You might have caught it in the zip!'
I smiled benignly, 'As I said, you were very
trusting.'
I fastened the trousers at the top, and slipped a
hand into his waistband, and pulled him out of the
en-suite into the bedroom, and drew him over to the
foot of the bed. There was a ribbon tie securing back
the lace curtain. I undid it and pulled it free. Then
I unfastened his trousers again, and they dropped to
the ground, exposing that wonderful monster.
'Oh Jason,' I said, 'I told you I wasn't going to
have sex with you.' I pushed my body forward until my
boobs were pushing into his chest, and his prick was
pushing against my navel, and I wriggled a little
from side to side. 'You do understand that, don't
you?'
'Yes,' he said. 'Anything, please, anything. Just let
me spend the night with you.'
I undid the buttons on his shirt and pushed it over
his shoulders and down his arms, until it wrapped
around the belt securing them. I lowered myself down
his body, wriggling slowly as I did so, until I could
lick and suck his right nipple.
'Is that all you want, Jason? To spend the night with
me?' I transferred my mouth to his left nipple.
'Oh, yes please.'
I slid further down his body until I was kneeling
before him. I lightly ran my hands down his
magnificent cock, and gently squeezed his balls.
'I bet you'd like something else, though, wouldn't
you Jason?' I took the ribbon and wound it twice
tightly around his cock and balls, then tied it
underneath. Then I passed the ribbon around the
bedpost and tied his cock and balls tightly to it.
'What are you doing?' Alarm in his voice, now.
I stood up. 'I'm simply making certain you don't get
up to anything else while you're in the room.'
'But I can't move.'
He was right there. His arms were tightly tied behind
his back at the elbows; his trousers were down around
his feet, and since he had his shoes on, he wasn't
going to be able to take them off; and his cock and
balls were tightly tied to the bedpost at the foot of
my bed. He couldn't move an inch without tearing them
from his groin.
'What more could any maiden want, than a beautiful
male ornament at the foot of her bed?' I gave him a
wonderful smile. 'Now, I really must get undressed
and ready for bed.' I want you to close you eyes,
whilst I do so.'
Poor Jason. He really didn't know whether I was
kidding or serious. To be honest, neither did I! This
was a situation like no situation I had been in
before, and the power I felt at the moment had gone
to my head. I felt an elation as though I'd just
injected half a kilo of heroin into my bloodstream ?
absolutely fantastic, but at any moment, I would
explode ? but in exactly what way, I wasn't certain.
I noticed that Jason had squinted up his eyes,
pretending they were closed, so very, very slowly, I
wriggled out of my little, sexy knickers. Keeping my
back towards him, I bent down so he had a superb view
under my dress, and slipped them over my shoes. Then
I turned round and put them over his head.
'I told you to close your eyes. That will teach you
obedience.'
I could see he was breathing in the smell of me, and
revelling in it. With the knickers over his head, he
could now open his eyes properly, and since the
material was translucent, he had a far better view of
me than before. But I pretended not to notice.
I lifted one foot onto a footstool, and undid the
buckle on my shoe, then slowly slid my hands up my
leg, lifting the skirt of my dress as I went, until I
reached the top of my stocking. I released the
suspender, then just as slowly, slid the stocking
down my leg. I removed the shoe and stocking, and
then stood up and half turned, so that Jason would
have just as good a view, as I repeated the same
operation on the other leg.
Then I reached up behind my back and pulled down the
zip, and shrugged first one shoulder forward, then
the other, so the dress slowly slid down to my
breasts and snagged on my nipples. It took several
shrugs for it to slip over first the left nipple, and
then the right, but once those beautiful obstacles
had been cleared, it was a rapid fall to the floor.
That left only my bra and suspender belt, and I
reached behind me and released the suspender belt,
and then lifted my hands to unhook my bra.
For one nasty moment, I thought I couldn't get it
undone, and I had visions of that Peter Sellers scene
where he had the girl in his room, but couldn't get
his clothes off. But then it was free, and rather
than just letting it off, I turned my back on Jason
to remove it. Poor boy!
I remembered that when Nicole had unpacked my
suitcase, she'd slipped a nightdress under the
pillowcase ? another item that Sue had sneakily
packed in place of my boring, old pyjamas. Still,
when I held it up for inspection, it was so pretty it
took my breath away. A virgin white material, so thin
it was almost transparent, with a plunging neckline
and slits from the waist downwards. Keeping my back
towards Jason, I slipped it over my head and adjusted
it.
'What do you think of this, Jason?' I turned to show
him, and I heard him gasp with pleasure, at seeing my
breasts and nipples staring back at him through the
material. I pulled the knickers from his head, so he
could see me more clearly.
'You're beautiful,' he whispered.
'Thank you,' I said. 'I bet you're pleased to be
spending the night with me, aren't you?'
'Oh, yes. Yes I am.'
'Good.'
I pulled back the sheet on the bed, sat on the edge
of it, then demurely lifted my legs up, keeping the
hem of the nightdress around my shins, and lay down.
Then I pulled the sheet back over me, and said, 'I'm
feeling very tired, now Jason. You don't mind if I
turn out the light, do you?' and I fumbled for the
pull cord over the bed.
CHAPTER 8
'You can't leave me like this.'
'Leave you like what, Jason?'
'Like this.' He nodded violently downwards. 'I've got
to have you.'
'But Jason, we already agreed.'
'Oh, please.'
He looked at me so beseechingly, that my heart missed
a little beat.
'W-e-l-l-l. I don't know.' My foot found its way from
underneath the sheet, and I used my big toe to trace
a line down the underside of his prick. My God, he
was hard. The ribbon tightly tied round his balls had
played an important part in making him harder, of
course, and as he got harder and larger, so it dug in
more tightly around him, to make him harder and
larger still.
'Perhaps I should turn around in the bed, so I can
admire my beautiful male ornament more closely.'
'Please. Oh, please.'
I swivelled around in the bed, and ended up lying on
my tummy, so he had a first class view down the
cleavage of my nightdress. 'Is that better, Jason?'
and I poked out my tongue and touched the tip of his
prick.
'U-g-h-h-h.'
I could sense that he was so close to coming, I was
likely to have a bucketful of cum in my face if I did
that again. I got out of bed and knelt down in front
of him.
'Oh Jason. You're very big, aren't you?' and I used
my tongue to lick one of his balls.
'Ha-a-a-a.'
From the difference in his tone, I thought it was
probably a bit safer doing that than touching his
dick. I licked the other one, with similar results,
and then I sucked his complete ball into my mouth.
Yuk! Hairs! I spat them out, wriggling my tongue to
locate the elusive ones.
'Why don't men wax their balls?' I complained. After
all, we woman always took good care to defoliate.
'Sorry.'
'Well, I'm not doing that again.'
'You're not!' His voice started to rise in a panic,
fearing I might be packing up totally.
'Oh, don't worry.' I smiled at him. 'When you have a
body like mine, there are other ways to satisfy a
man.'
I slipped the strap of my nightdress off the left
shoulder, and then did the same with the right one,
and pulled the nightdress down over my boobs. 'Now,
how do you fancy a good time with these beauties?'
He didn't have to speak, his face said it all. I
grasped a breast in each hand and moved forward to
saddle his cock. It was shining so brightly, I could
almost see myself reflected in it, and it was so
hard, and throbbing. I moved my breasts together to
enfold it, and then moved one up and the other down,
and back again.
His balls were pressing against my chest immediately
under my tits, and I could feel the pressure starting
to build. I moved both my tits together ? up, and
down ? up, and down ? up, and?
Jesus Christ! A jet hot spurt of liquid caught me
under the chin and splayed out along my jaw line. I
vigorously shoved my tits up and down again, hard.
I'd thought his first ejaculation was hot and
forceful, now I realised it was his pre-come. The
second load was so hot it almost burnt me, and it
came with such force it bounced off my chin and
splashed out towards my shoulder. Not quite reaching
them, I could feel it hanging down in great gobs from
my chin.
I glanced down to see, just as his next ejaculation
was shooting upwards. It caught me on the nose and
part went up my nostrils, the rest went into my eyes.
The smell of his cum filled my head and my eyes were
stinging, my eyelids stuck open by the cum on them.
All I could see was that enormous, shining, purple
knob, preparing to shoot another load in my
direction, and I think it was that feeling of
helplessness that pushed me over the edge. I felt a
sweetness sweep through me that was so wonderful.
I knew another ejaculation would be coming at any
second, and I wanted to capture every wonderful part
of it. I opened my mouth and bent my head, just in
time to catch the next load, and it slammed into the
back of my throat, and slid down inside me. And the
syrupiness inside me just swamped out every other
feeling. This, I realised, was an orgasm like nothing
I'd ever had before, and I wanted it to last forever.
***
Needless to say it didn't, but bloody hell, compared
to the normal duration of my orgasms, it was like War
and Peace had been turned into a sex manual. I don't
know how many more spurts Jason performed. It didn't
really matter. I was in my own version of paradise
that seemed to last for half the night, but was
probably only a few minutes.
When I finally looked up at him through my cum sodden
eyes, I could see he was well into his post-coital
depression. He was looking down at me, my face
covered in his own cum, and huge gobs were hanging
from my chin and my nipples down to the floor. He was
obviously thinking what a dirty little slut I looked,
and probably wondering how he could even have
bothered to get an erection up for me. Such is the
lot of women!
I stood up and released his arms from the belt, and
left him to sort out everything else, whilst I went
into the en-suite. When I came out after taking a
long shower, the bastard hadn't even left a note. I
knew that was the last connection I'd had with him,
in all senses of the word. Good riddance to bad
rubbish!
CHAPTER 9
It was only as I started to get dressed next morning
that I realised how completely Sue had replaced the
contents of my suitcase, when she'd come home late on
Thursday night. She must have tipped out everything
I'd spent the last few days carefully packing, and
completely replaced them with the things she'd
bought.
Fortunately, I'd separately packed my rucksack with
my walking boots, first aid kit and survival bag, but
everything else was gone. Most importantly, my
waterproof, breathable, walking trousers weren't
there! Instead, there was a short, flared, green
skirt, which the labels promised were 'ideal for
walking.'
Sue had obviously chosen it against her most
important criteria ? that it colour coordinated with
my green anorak ? and she'd also included matching
green tee shirt, sweater, woollen socks and a dinky
little hat. However, I reckoned that the skirt would
give me no protection, whatsoever, when the rain came
sweeping horizontally across the cold, Scottish
mountainside. I was in for a miserable walking
weekend.
***
Harold had already eaten when I got down to
breakfast, and there was no sign of anyone else,
apart from Nicole who served me. I asked her if she
knew whether the others were on their way.
She looked rather apologetic, as she said, 'Jason
came back to the library, last night at about
midnight, and told me not to bother to wake him this
morning, as he'd decided not to go on the walk. Scott
and Paul promptly decided they weren't going, either,
so I'm afraid it's just yourself and Harold.'
'That's fine,' I said. 'I'd really prefer not to walk
with Jason, anyway.' A thought struck me. 'But I
thought Scott followed us up to bed. How come he was
still in the library at midnight?'
Nicole looked puzzled and shook her head.
'Well, certainly someone was coming up the stairs
behind Jason, last night. Doesn't Scott have the room
opposite mine?'
Enlightenment dawned on Nicole's face. 'Oh, no, that
room's empty. No, that was me coming up the stairs
behind Jason to ask if you wanted a hot drink, but I
saw you dragging Jason into your room, and thought
that things would be hot enough.'
So Jason ? the bastard ? had lied about Scott
following him, specifically to trick his way into my
room. It was a good job I'd got rid of him. My
thoughts turned to Paul, and I said, 'It's a shame
that Paul's not coming walking. I really like him.'
'Did things not work out with Jason last night?'
'He was upset that I wouldn't let him put his minute
dick inside me, and jiggle it about for a few
seconds. And he didn't seem to enjoy being tied up,
very much.'
'Wow! Are you into bondage? Fantastic! Has he really
got a minute dick? I rather fancied him myself.'
'You'd have more fun playing with your little finger,
but you're welcome to him if you want. Personally,' I
gave her a knowing look, 'I'd have thought Scott was
better equipped, in all respects. Have you noticed
him? He's massive.' And if you took Scott out of
circulation, I thought, it would leave Paul at
somewhat of a loose end.
'I thought he just liked men, but do you think he
might be bi-sexual? Mmmm. If he is, I suppose he has
got somewhat of a major advantage over Jason. Perhaps
I'll get a chance to speak to him today, if you think
he'd be worth it.'
'I think he would, Nicole.' I nodded sagely. 'I think
he would.'
'Well, in that case? I'm bound to see him around this
morning, I'll see if I can have a word.'
***
Harold eyed my skirt, apprehensively.
'It looks very attractive, my dear, but I think
you'll find it quite impractical out on the
mountainside.'
'I know. Unfortunately, my walking trou