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Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction and any characters
herein do not represent any person living, dead or otherwise not
feeling very well. The story is of an erotic nature and contains
descriptions of sex between consenting adults and issues of
transvestism. If you are underage or offended by such material you
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Fireman ? The sequel
By Rare Rachel
(Don't go looking for Part I, there isn't one. It's just a cheap
advertising trick to make the storyline look so good that everyone
wrote in and asked for a sequel)
Hi, I'm Richard, married for six years to Jane. We are both working
professionals and have recently moved to North London. Jane knows about
my cross dressing, but is not totally enamoured with the idea.
It was Tuesday morning. We had just finished breakfast and I was
sitting at the table in my dressing gown. Well, I call it a dressing
gown, but in reality it is more of a silk housecoat. A delicate cream
with double fold cuffs and collar, no lace, but obviously feminine.
Jane finished up her cup of tea and took the plates to the sink. I had
already offered to clean up, as Jane had to set off to catch her flight
and she knew that if I was to be left alone all day it would not be
long before I dressed and cleaned the kitchen. I had snagged two days
away from work and Jane was going to be away for the three days in
Scotland. Heaven.
Almost as soon as she had left the house, I switched to femme mode. I
walked upstairs and ran the bath. Whilst it was filling, I went into
the spare room and opened the wardrobe. Inside were all of Rachel's
clothes... my clothes. Hung neatly on rails, folded on shelves and
lovingly placed in drawers was all that was needed to assist my
transformation into Rachel.
By way of brief explanation, Jane obviously knew of my predilection
toward dressing and although she avoided being around when I was fully
dressed, she was not averse to enjoying a night of passion with me in
some of my lingerie. I was very lucky. Jane's knowledge meant that I
was able to keep my body pretty much hair-free, so the bath I was
running now would not be much different to any other. Having selected
my outfit for the day, I returned to the bathroom for a long soak and
top-up shave.
Stepping out of the bath I patted my now perfectly smooth body dry and
applied gently scented moisturising lotion all over. I am able to keep
by hair to a bob length and a few minutes with a dryer was all that was
needed to blow in some body and give it a more feminine look. I sat in
front of the dressing table and applied my makeup and nail polish. I
have always tried to go for a natural look and a regime of cleansers
and moisturisers means that I have little to do to turn myself into a
fairly passable girl. Jane and I had spent many nights practising,
first her applying foundations, shadow and lipstick, eventually
teaching me how to do the same, with what I believe is a devastating
effect.
My taste in clothes is similar to my taste in makeup. Sophisticated yet
understated. I applied my adhesive fixed breast forms and slipped into
a cream silk bra, matching panties and suspender belt and nude colour
high gloss stockings. Although I was not going to be in the office
today, I still had some work to do, so to match my mood I had decided
to wear a navy pinstripe skirted suit with a white, semi-transparent
blouse. When all these were on I put on a pair of black 2-inch heeled
sling backs and inspected myself in the full-length mirror on the
wardrobe door. I was pleased with the result and adding the final touch
with a dab of perfume went downstairs.
The sight that hit me when I went into the kitchen was the scariest of
my life. FIRE! I had been so absorbed in my own thoughts that I had not
smelt the smoke billowing from the pan on the hob. Shit. Fresh baked
rolls with fried eggs for breakfast had not been such a good idea after
all. Obviously both Jane and I had been too wrapped up in our own
thoughts to notice that the gas had not been turned off and the flames
now leapt higher and had already reached the cupboard housing the
extractor fan. It was obviously too much for me too handle so I picked
up the phone, my purse (still packed from the previous weekend) and
fled to the safety of outside to call the Fire Brigade. Oblivious to my
current state of dress I called the brigade, but it was over fifteen
minutes before I could hear the sirens clearing the traffic on the way
to our house. By this time, the fire had caught hold and as the two
fire tenders emptied their men onto my front lawn, all I could do was
watch in a daze. They quickly brought the blaze under control and
finally put it out.
The chief fire officer saw me from the road and began walking towards
me. It was only at that point I remembered my situation. "Oh my God." I
thought and hoped that the ground would open up and swallow me before
he got to me.
"Morning ma'am, I assume that this was your house?"
I gulped and tried to pitch my voice at what I hoped was a feminine
level. "Y... y... yes, it was, I mean is."
"Well, we'd better go in and inspect the damage. It's quite safe now.
"With this, he gently took my arm and led me toward the front door.
Only an hour after discovering the fire, my home had been devastated.
That which wasn't burned was covered with black sooty water. We
gingerly made our way upstairs so I could further inspect the damage.
Fate is indeed a fickle thing. The spare room with all of Rachel's
things in was untouched. However, the master bedroom where Jane & I not
only slept but also kept all our clothes was totally devastated. Not a
stitch was to be salvaged. Frustrated at all the damage, saddened at my
ruined time off and feeling that everything was against me, my
shoulders began to shudder and I fell into a series of sobs. The fire
chief, misreading why I was so upset, moved towards me and put a
comforting arm around my shoulder.
"There there, there's nothing that can't be fixed or bought again." He
said, giving my shoulders a firm squeeze and pulling me slightly more
towards him. I'm sure that this was part of what he did every day, but
I was so touched by his concern that my sobs became louder and I moved
closer into his embrace.
"Chief!" The call came from downstairs. "We've cleared up and put away,
we need to get back to the station, write up the report and prep for
the next one."
"On my way" the chief responded. He moved away and gently held me by
both shoulders at arms length. Looking into my eyes he properly
introduced himself. "My name's Alex... Alex Taylor."
"Rachel" I replied, "Rachel Folds. I'm sorry about the emotional
display."
"Not to worry" he said "I get this all the time, but not often enough
with someone as pretty as you." I blushed at the compliment and lowered
my eyes from his gaze. Could it be that I hadn't been read? Perhaps I
could get away with this after all.
"Look" he said "do you have anywhere to go or someone to stay with
whilst this mess is cleaned up?" I had to start thinking on my feet.
"Not really" I replied. "My sister Jane and I only moved here a couple
of months ago, she is in Scotland for a week and we have no relatives
close by so I..."
"Not to worry" he interjected. "There's a small hotel only half a mile
from here that is quite reasonable, anyway, I'm sure your insurance
company would foot the bill and I'll certify that this place is
inhabitable just to be sure. Why don't you pack some things from the
small bedroom and I'll drive you over. You shouldn't drive yourself
after the shock you've had."
"But I..." I began.
"No buts" he said "and besides, as chief it's my responsibility to make
sure that all damsels in my care are fully saved." A grin spread across
his face. "It'll take me fifteen minutes or so to get back to the
station and pick up a car, unless you want to go in the fire engine?
No, of course not. You star packing and I'll be back to pick you up."
His last statement left little opportunity for discussion, besides,
what else was I to do? I didn't have a car as Jane had taken it and the
last thing I needed was a walk in search of a hotel.
"OK" I said and watched him leave.
With no other option, I went into the spare bedroom and packed two
suitcases with all of Rachel's things, the only clothes I had left in
the world.
Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was Alex. He had
changed from his uniform into a dark suit. I commented on the change.
"My shift is over" he replied "I've just finished eight hours, besides,
you don't want all the neighbours to see you whisked off by a fireman
do you? What will they think?"
I had already brought the cases downstairs and he cheerfully picked
them up and began walking towards the car. I followed closely behind as
he placed them in the boot and swept round to the passenger door to
open it for me. This man was charming I thought as I settled myself
into the seat. As promised, the drive was short, but there was just
enough time for me to notice Alex checking out my legs. I crossed them
demurely and smiled gently to myself. This was nice. After the horrors
of the morning to be treated so kindly cheered me up and, dressed as I
was, sitting next to this handsome and kind man I almost forgot of the
secret I held.
Fortunately, my purse contained a credit card in my femme name,
something that Jane and I had agreed to apply for, in case of emergency
when I occasionally go out clubbing en femme. Thank goodness we had. I
checked into the hotel with Alex by my side. I booked a double room, as
I was sure Jane would come rushing back once I told her of the disaster
that had befallen us, and we would both need somewhere to stay until
the house was put right.
I took the key and Alex followed me to the lift, carrying my cases for
me. I wondered if he would have done the same had he seen me at work
the previous day in my drab? We arrived at my floor and I located the
door to my room and opened it. Alex followed me in and backed into the
door to close it with his bum. It was at that point I realised how fit
he looked. All that 'carrying girls down ladders' I suppose.
Alex put my cases on the stool at the end of the bed and stood up. He
suddenly looked nervous.
"Rachel, believe me when I say that I've never done this before, but
after the day you've had, would you let me treat you to dinner this
evening?"
I was dumbfounded. "I... I'm sorry Alex, but I can't." Faced with this
lovely man asking me out as Rachel, every fibre of my body was
screaming yes, but for once in my life, my head ruled. How could I
possibly go out for dinner with him? I was a man for goodness sake. I
may have been quite girly at times, but I wasn't gay.
Alex looked crest fallen. And I felt so bad. Here was poor Alex, asking
out what he believed to be a single girl, with no knowledge of my
masquerade. I hadn't been found out so far, but I was not about to
prolong the risk by going on a date, nice though Alex was.
Alex made a bumbled apology for asking and started moving towards the
door. I followed him and took hold of his arm as he reached for the
handle.
"Look Alex" I pleaded "I'm really sorry too. You have been so kind to
me today, well above and beyond the call of duty, but believe me, it
wouldn't be a good idea for us to go out together." I leaned forward
and made to kiss him on the cheek, but Alex spun further round in
surprise and instead, our lips met. It was a brief kiss, but a warm
kiss and my first kiss with a man. In my own shock I took a sharp
intake of breath, his scent filling my nostrils and for a brief moment
making me feel heady.
I drew back, embarrassed, and with a final look into my eyes and a
brief smile, Alex left.
Left alone in my room, I replayed the day through my head. Confused at
what I had felt with Alex I decided that I needed to bath, get dressed
and pop into town for some more masculine clothing. I got as far as
having the bath and that was all. The day had been too much for me. I
slipped into a short satin nightie and lay down on top of the bed.
I awoke to the sound of the telephone by the bed. Lifting the receiver
I heard Alex's voice, soft and still nervous.
"Rachel, it's me Alex. Please don't hang up. I've had a thought. I
checked the restaurant in the hotel where you are staying and although
it's not quite Egon Ronay, the fare looked pretty good. You are going
to have to eat sometime and it wouldn't be classed as going out if I
just happened to bump into you when you go down to eat... it would
still be my treat."
Unfortunately Alex was right. I looked at the clock beside the bed to
see that it was already nearly 6:00pm; I had slept longer than I would
have thought and it was already too late to go and pick up some
alternative clothing. My brain fuddled with sleep, I agreed to meet
Alex downstairs at 8:00.
I had passed with Alex most of the day, but again I wasn't going to
take any chances. I still needed cheering up after losing my home, so
decided to pamper myself and go full bore on dressing for dinner. I
spent the next hour redoing my makeup, nails and hair and chose a black
velvet cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, cut just above my knees.
Black sheer stockings and patent 3" heals completed the ensemble. It
was then that it struck me I had not called Jane and explained what was
going on. I 'phoned the hotel number she had given me, but was told
that she was not in her room. Assuming that she had gone out for the
evening with colleagues I left a message with my own number asking her
to call me. I asked the clerk not to give it to her until the morning,
so that she would have at least one more night of not knowing what had
happened.
At 7:30 I left my room and headed downstairs to the restaurant. I went
into the lounge, ordered an aperitif and asked to book a table for two
for 8:30. I was still sipping my Martini when Alex arrived, on the dot
of 8:00.
"Wow" he exclaimed as he approached. The chair I was sitting in was
rather low and showed off my legs rather more than I might otherwise
have wanted. Remembering I was supposed to be a lady, I remained seated
as he reached me. Without any chance for me to prevent it, he leant
down and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I could see that he was taking
me all in with his eyes as he said, "I'm so glad I persisted, you look
absolutely stunning." I blushed lightly at the compliment and returned
his smile.
Dinner was spent in non-stop chatter. I used Jane's life instead of
mine, telling him where I had grown up, where I worked... everything
except our marriage. In turn he told me all about his life and even
explained the pain of the divorce suffered when he had discovered his
wife cheating on him.
"How could anyone cheat on this lovely man?" I found myself thinking.
No... stop... remember who you are. You're not supposed to be having
these thoughts. You're a happily married man, who happens to find
himself in a compromising situation.
I tried this mantra time and time again, but it wasn't working. As the
evening drew on I found myself more and more attracted to Alex. His
soft brown eyes catching mine at every opportunity, his warm smile,
like a contagion, forcing me to smile back. I became lost in the
moment.
Alex called for the bill, explaining that it was not to be put on my
room and asked for a brandy each to round off the evening. The waiter
informed us that unfortunately the bar was closed, but if we should
care to, there was a fully stocked mini-bar in my room.
Alex needed no more prompting. He took both of my hands in his and
asked me nervously if we could go to my room for a nightcap. Swept away
by all that had gone before, I foolishly agreed.
When we arrived at my room, I quickly busied myself at the mini-bar
located next to the bed. Silently, Alex moved forward and sat beside
me. I grabbed two small bottles of brandy and was just about to stand
up when I felt Alex's hand caress the back of my neck. The shock waves
this sent through my body were unbelievable. I almost crumpled onto the
floor there and then.
"No Alex" I whispered. My voice was lost, along with the last of my
inhibitions. Alex didn't remove his hand. Instead he took my shoulder
with his other and slowly spun me around to face him. "Honestly Alex, I
can't."
My protestations were weak and feeble, Alex pulled me gently towards
him and we kissed. His lips gently caressed my own mouth to life, his
tongue brushing between them and forcing them carefully apart. Suddenly
I came to. I placed my hands upon his chest and pushed myself away from
him.
"Please Alex, it's not that simple. I can't do this." I stood and Alex
stood with me, his hands falling to my waist.
"If it's because of your secret, you shouldn't worry."
I was shocked. What did this mean?
"Rachel, I've been in your house, remember? Although the damage was
pretty bad, the fire hadn't harmed the wedding photograph of you and
Jane. Even dressed as you were I immediately recognised you, but I
meant what I said earlier. You are so pretty."
I didn't know what to say. Stunned into silence, the tears started to
well up in my eyes. Alex tightened his grip around my waist and pulled
me towards him once more. Kissing first my eyes, he then kissed all the
way down my face to my mouth. His arms wrapped around my back and he
squeezed me tightly as his tongue began its exploration of my mouth. To
my eternal shame and damnation, I responded and kissed him back
Then Alex pulled away. "I don't care what you are, all I know is that
I'm so incredibly attracted to you. I want you Rachel, I want you now."
With that, Alex moved to one side and guided me toward the bed. As I
sat down, Alex sat beside me. One arm round my shoulders, he let the
other gently caress my knee.
I was lost.
I lay back and Alex turned to kneel beside me. He bent over me and
began to kiss my neck. The hand that had been on my knee now began
earnestly to stroke my leg, moving under the hem of my dress to find
the warm fold between my thighs.
This had never happened before. I had a man making love to me. Not just
fucking, like all the stories I had read before, but making love. A
soft whimper left my lips as Alex's hand found the tops of my stockings
and carried forth on its inexorable journey towards my crotch.
As though a reaction I couldn't control, my own hand moved toward the
space between Alex's legs and travelled upwards to find his cock. The
suit trousers he was wearing were of a light material and I could
clearly feel his erection straining underneath his underwear. It was
Alex's time to audibly show his appreciation and a groan escaped his
mouth as I wrapped my manicured hands around his manhood.
Our kissing stopped and Alex rose on his knees to undo his belt. I
caught his action and covered his hands with my own. I moved his hands
aside and began myself to unbuckle his belt. That loosened, I undid the
button and slowly unzipped him. His manhood fell forward, still held in
the confines of his black silk boxer shorts. I slipped my hand into the
slit in the front and, for the first time in my life, flesh to flesh,
held another man's cock. All of this had been achieved without Alex's
eyes once leaving my own.
As I gently massaged him, the hot flesh almost burning my own, Alex
shifted his attention towards my own prize. I raised my buttocks off
the bed so that he could push up the hem of my dress and reveal that
naked part of skin between my stockings and knickers. My black satin
panties held my own shaft in check so all that could be seen was a
smooth black lump, with a small damp patch at one end as it leaked
slightly in anticipation.
I shuffled slightly down the bed and brought my head into line with
Alex's crotch. The faint musty smell of him filled my nostrils and
without hesitation I slipped my lips over his cock. He filled my mouth.
His hot cock feeling silky smooth on my tongue. I had never done this
before, but I seemed to be taking to it like a fish to water. Setting
up a slow rhythm, I sucked gently and moved my head backwards and
forwards, each backward stroke not quite releasing him from my mouth,
each forward stroke moving further and further down 'til I could feel
the head on the back of my throat.
Alex, in response, moaned softly and brought his hand to my own
confined member, stroking it softly through the satin. I was no longer
a man, I was Rachel and Alex was my lover.
Alex pulled away, my mouth suddenly empty and cold. He stood and took
of his trousers and pulled down his shorts. As he began to unbutton his
shirt, I stood up in front of him and took over the task. Unbuttoned,
his shirt was pushed off his shoulders and I put my hands to his chest.
He was well build and had a light feathering of hair over his chest. I
moved forward and nuzzled into it. Alex, now naked, wrapped his arms
around me and pushed his erection against my tummy.
Moving away and back towards the bed, I hitched up the hem of my dress
and lay back on the bed expectantly. I was not to be disappointed. Alex
climbed onto the bed, easing my legs apart with his own; he lay down on
top of me, his weight resting on his elbows. He lowered his face
towards mine and again began kissing me, his tongue penetrating my
mouth where his cock had just been. As his hips moved forward I could
fill his erection resting against my inner thighs. Despite any earlier
reservations I might ever have had, I was aching for him to penetrate
me, to make me submit to him, to make me his woman.
Alex shifted his weigh as I pulled down my panties, releasing my own
member to the cool air. I was unsure how this was going to happen, or
if there would be pain, but I had nothing to worry about. Previously
un-noticed, Alex had placed a small tube of K-Y next to the bed and he
now reached over for it. Placing some on his hand he wiped it around
his erect cock and then held the tube against my hole. Squeezing, he
placed a globule against the entrance and then, seemingly in one
motion, rubbed the gel around my anus and slipped one finger in. I had
never been penetrated by anything before and I gasped as he gently
worked the lubricant around the inside of me with his finger.
He withdrew his finger and carefully picked up my legs, placing them
round his waist. I never knew that I had been waiting for this all my
life, but I was now mewing with desire and need. I needed this man to
take me.
Alex moved forward and placed the tip of his cock against my entrance.
Pushing so so gently he began to enter me. My head exploded with the
feeling. No sooner had the head entered me than Alex stopped. He
lowered his body onto mine and began once more to kiss me. I was going
insane with lust. I gobbled at his mouth.
"Please, a little more" I begged. Slowly, in response to my request
Alex shifted his hips forward and forced another inch of his cock
inside me. There was no pain, just a dull ache in the pit of my stomach
telling me I wanted more. After a short break to allow my expanding
hole to get used to it, Alex first withdrew slightly and then pushed
further into me. The feeling of abandonment overtook me and wrapping my
heels around the small of his back, I pulled Alex in the rest of the
way. I bucked as his shaft slid in, pressing hard against my prostrate.
I'd never even considered sex with another man and here I was, on my
back with Alex buried inside me. His cock felt so hot and the pressure
and fullness I felt inside me made me realise that there was never any
going back. Despite my mewing protestations, Alex withdrew his cock
from my arse until all that was left inside me was the glans.
"Fuck me now Alex, I want you back inside me." Alex obliged and once
more buried his cock inside me. I all but screamed with the pleasure as
once again he hit my prostate, only to withdraw. Back he came and was
gone again. Slowly building up a rhythm. This was all too much for me.
I grabbed his head and pulled his face towards mine and greedily kissed
him. My tongue darted in and out of his mouth in time with the cock
that was now pounding my arse. My ball sack was being rubbed by his
pubes and my own cock was being crushed between us. I felt a warm glow
start in my stomach which then began to flood my body. I was going to
cum. But this was to be no ordinary orgasm. Every nerve in my body
shouted hallelujah as I came like an express train. My orgasm caused
the muscles in my anus to contract, putting extra pressure on Alex's
cock still pumping in and out of me. Without missing a beat, he threw
back his head and groaned as he came inside me. I could feel the hot
gush of his seed as it filled me, making his cock more slippery, still
sliding in and out of me. Once he was spent. Alex looked down at me and
brushing my hair from my eyes, began to kiss my face.
He gently lowered his body onto mine as he relaxed, his weight pushing
me into the bed, leaving his cock still buried inside me. Our stomachs
slick with my own juices, Alex finally withdrew and slid down my body
until his face was against my cock. He gently kissed the small tuft of
hair I keep there and lowered himself further so that he could take me
in his mouth. I couldn't believe it, the best sex of my life and now he
was licking me clean.
When he was finished with my now flaccid member, he came back up and
lay beside me. I was now his, and I knew it as I rolled over against
him and laid my head on his chest.
Will Alex stay the night? What will happen when Jane returns?
This is the first story I have written, and maybe the last unless I get
some positive feedback. It's up to you...
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