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It has now come time for me to reveal that I was, on one occasion,
quite scared by Maureen. It seems so strange to make this admission,
since thoughts of that day now excite me to a point at which I must
seek some sort of relief.
My "ordeal", as I felt it then, began with my desire to play the
teasing innocent. The previous week, while passing a thrift store
window, my gaze chanced upon what I can only assume had once been a
figure skating costume.
It was really quite a simple, though attractive garment: a very cute
dress consisting of a blue satin bodice and an extremely short skirt of
layered white chiffon. I had my doubts as to whether it had actually
ever been worn, as it appeared to be in such a fine condition. My
desire to own the outfit was so strong that I bought it without knowing
whether or not it would even fit. It wasn?t until later in the day,
having returned home after finishing my shopping, that I was able to
finally try on my new dress.
I wasn?t disappointed. The skirt flipped up and down, this way and
that, as I walked, twisted and turned before my bedroom mirror. I found
the layer upon layer of chiffon gave my butt a tantalising accent. When
bending over, I was pleased to see, I exposed more than a hint of my
pretty peach panties.
The delicate lace trim was clearly visible. I stripped them off,
freeing my erection, allowing it to rub against the inside of the
chiffon skirt, beads of cum staining the delicious fabric as I crossed
my bedroom. I pulled on a white pair of rumba panties and, after a
brief inspection, was pleased to see that they, together with the
layered skirt, worked to conceal my rather unfeminine bulge.
The bodice, gripping my waist as would a corset, seemed nearly tailor-
made.
I write "nearly" because it was ever so slightly loose about the bust.
It was such a delicious costume and excited me so that I was greatly
tempted to put my hand up the sassy swishy skirt and begin pleasuring
myself. While I managed to not yield to that temptation, I will admit
to placing both hands on the soft chiffon and giving myself a few slow,
but noisy strokes.
I simply had to share my new outfit, and the passion it aroused, with
Maureen. Wasting no time, I slipped on my long winter coat, a pair of
navy pumps, my purse, and went out the door.
Along the way I decided I would stop at Simpson?s, thinking that I
might buy a new bra, one that was padded, so as to make the bust fit a
bit better. I must have looked a sight, walking in the cold weather of
late December.
While my coat was long, any passer-by could see that my legs were bare.
And, of course, when I arrived at Simpson?s I dared not unbutton the
heavy coat.
I kept it wrapped tightly about me, concealing my pretty new dress;
though there was nothing I could do to prevent the hang of the coat
from being spoiled by the skirt?s many layers of chiffon.
I have always found shopping for clothing the most intoxicating of
exercises. To be surrounded by other attractive women, inspecting,
comparing and judging lingerie, the most intimate of clothing, was the
most erotic of all ? so much so that the previous winter, I will admit,
I came while shopping in the lingerie department of an expensive
department store (I dare not disclose which one).
I remember I was fingering the lacy cups of a bustier. I was very
excited indeed, extremely hard beneath a tight cream knit skirt, white
silk slip, pantyhose and high-rise Rago contour panties. Needless to
say, my manhood would have been quite evident, yet I had decided to
venture out like this, content in the knowledge that, leaving my winter
coat done up, no one would be the wiser.
As I say, I was running my fingers over the cups of a bustier. It was
most attractive, of white satin with a rose floral design. Strapless
with boning, it featured removable garters, and a hidden hook and eye
closure on the side. As I looked over the delicious garment, I pressed
myself against the lingerie counter, applying pressure to my hard cock,
well-hidden beneath the coat, skirt, slip and panties. I did this ever
so discretely, leaving no possibility that any of the other women would
have noticed anything odd. And I hadn?t intended anything to happen.
But suddenly, and with very little warning, I began to cum, my panties
and pantyhose filling with the hot liquid. I dropped the bustier and
grabbed the counter for support. Of course, this drew the attention of
the other shoppers as well as the saleswomen. One took my arm, an act
made me weaker still. I was still cumming in my panties as she led me
to a chair.
This saleswoman was most concerned, wanting to call for the store?s
nurse. I begged her not to, explaining that I was just recovering from
a bout with the flu ? the most likely of excuses. Perhaps, I said to
her, I shouldn?t have forced myself out.
Too weak to argue, I let her undo the first few buttons of my heavy
coat. In doing so, the back of her hands brushed against the cashmere
sweater beneath, my pale pink sweater stretched by the most beautiful
white satin bra and, of course, my breast forms. However innocent the
intent, this beautiful woman was the first to touch my breasts. I
stifled a shiver of excitement, lest she think it right that the nurse
be called.
When I tried to leave, the saleswoman rested a gentle hand on my
shoulder, insisting that I remain seated for just a few minutes more. I
still become weak at the thought that she must have felt my lacy bra
strap beneath the soft cashmere.
She brought me a glass of water and watched as I had a few sips. I
couldn?t help but notice what a very attractive woman she was. Perhaps
fifteen or so years older than myself, her hair was pulled back,
drawing attention to her expertly made-up face, her kind eyes. I had
always looked admiringly at saleswomen like her, dressed so neatly in
their crisp shiny blouses and smooth, form-fitting skirts.
In the weeks that followed I fantasized about that saleswoman,
imagining her accepting a coffee date as thanks. I pictured us becoming
fast friends, perhaps sharing in the occasional dinner or concert.
Always the fantasy would lead to an honest relationship, a close and
comfortable one in which I would eventually reveal my secret. There
would be a gentle understanding, a kind acceptance, sincere
compliments, and then?
But this was before I met Maureen ? and the thought of surprising her
ensured that this would be the briefest of shopping trips.
I quickly made my way for the lingerie department and scanned the bras
hoping something would catch my eye. I found it in a very pretty floral
lace underwire bra. It featured beautifully formed cups with a perfect
marriage of padding, shape and support.
Considering my rumba panties, I settled on white. I prefer my bra and
panties to match, if not in design, at least in colour. And at that
point, I was wearing a peach bra with white panties ? forgivable only
because I?d changed panties after putting on my new outfit, and had
then raced out the door.
To the bra, I added a pair of white stay-ups and, in a moment of
spontaneity, matching pale blue bridal garters.
What fun, I thought, as the saleswoman rang up my purchases.
Before leaving the store, I made a beeline for the ladies room. I had
been in this particular room before and appreciated the fact that it
was one of those rare washrooms with full-size cubical doors. I would
be able to put on my new purchases in complete privacy. No nosey
shopper would be able to catch a glimpse of my ankles and feet as I
prepared to meet Maureen.
I entered the nearest stall and hung my coat on one of the door hooks.
I decided to start with the white stay-ups. Kicking off my pumps, I
removed them carefully from their protective package, then gently
rolled them over my smooth, bare legs. The stockings had a slight
glimmer, accenting my smooth legs. I was pleased to see that the shade
of white welt was a perfect match for the skirt of my dress. The
garters were next. They felt pleasantly tight around my thighs. I was
happy that I?d decided to buy two, instead of the traditional single
bridal garter. After all, I wasn?t a bride ? though I admit I?d very
often fantasized about being one.
Reaching behind my neck, I unzipped the bodice and pushed it down
beneath my breasts. It remained tight around my waist and the skirt
stayed firmly in place. I removed my breast forms and placed them
carefully, one in each coat pocket. I then unclasped the peach bra,
revealing fully my smooth, soft, yet unfeminine chest. I used one of
the straps to hang the bra on a hook.
I had just finished removing the tags from my lovely new padded bra
when I heard two girls enter the ladies room. My heart started beating.
I felt so exposed: my bodice down, no bra, my boyish chest. What if
they should see me? It was a silly thought, really. The door was firmly
locked. What was I thinking? That it would magically pop open, my
secret revealed for all to see?
Still, it was with some nervousness that I slipped my arms through the
lovely lacy straps.
"Julie!" I heard one of the girls say, a trace of irritation in her
voice. I starred through the small crack in the door. Both girls were
standing at the counter; one was holding an open tube of lipstick.
Returning to the task at hand, I listened to their conversation as I
clasped the three hooks at the back of the bra.
"Hey!" said the girl who?d spoken before.
"What? There?s no one here?"
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really. Is anyone else here?!"
I held my breath, careful not to make a sound.
The two girls had a fit of giggles.
I removed the breast forms from the coat pockets and slipped them into
the padded silken cups. Now that I was again wearing a bra; my breast
forms in place, my feminine figure returned to me, the nervousness I?d
been experiencing fell away. I looked down at the fresh, dainty lace
overlay and traced it with a manicured fingernail. Although they were
hidden by my skirt, I could feel that my lacy rumba panties were
growing wet with precum.
Wouldn?t it be fun, I thought, to simply exit the stall like this,
proudly displaying my pretty new bra to the two ladies on the other
side of the door. This erotic thought in mind, I again peered through
the crack and was met with an equally erotic sight.
The girls were in one another?s arms, kissing lightly. The taller girl
? the one named Julie ? was fingering the hem of the other girl?s
skirt. I looked away, but only momentarily. I felt I was intruding on
their private moment together, but simply couldn?t resist.
I again looked to see that the short girl was now sitting on the
counter, skirt hiked around her middle, her legs wrapped around the
waist of the other. I watched as Julie?s left hand caressed the short
girl?s breasts through her tight white sweater.
My hands were on my own breasts, gently rubbing, exploring the new bra,
its textures, the rigid lace, the sweet little bow between the cups the
panties of the seated girl were such a lovely shade of pink. I wondered
whether she had been thinking of Julie when she had chosen to wear
them. Had she wanted to look pretty for her special friend? Where these
her most special panties?
I watched as Julie?s hand fumbled with the lacy waistband, before
disappearing beneath the shiny pink material.
Slowly, I lifted the skirt of my outfit. Although I was extremely
careful, I couldn?t prevent the silk bodice from rustling somewhat.
I froze, fearful that I might have been heard; yet the tall girl
continued to caress her friend, bringing forward stifled sobs and moans
of pleasure. As I continued watching their lovemaking, I pulled down my
white rumba panties, grasped my cock and began to masturbate slowly.
I paused when I heard the shorter girl whispering to her friend. I
strained to listen.
"Oh, yes, Julie. Ooo, that feels so good. Even better than last time."
As exciting as the scene was, I couldn?t resist casting my eyes
downward. My own sweet bra rising and falling, the lace overlay
changing, ever so slightly, with each breath. With the soft padding, my
breasts appeared larger than what I was used to. I luxuriated in the
feeling of tension that the weight of my breasts brought to the bra
straps. Beyond the silk encased mounds, my left hand, nails painted a
sophisticated cerise, was holding up my sassy skirt, while my right
massaged my erect cock, a froth of precum covering the slender fingers.
"Mmm, that?s it, Julie. Tease my clit you little slut."
It was all I could do not to cum immediately. I could stroke myself
only a few times before feeling the need to stop.
"Ooo, Julie, your fingers. I?m going to cum."
"Then cum, princess. Cum, princess. Cum for your queen."
I could take it no longer. I pulled my peach bra from the hook and
placed it before me, using the silken cups to catch the gobs of cum
spraying from my cock.
I bit my lip, trying to remain silent. But the force of my orgasm shook
me so. I lost my balance and stumbled against the cubicle wall.
There was a great commotion across the room. I could hear Julie and her
little friend quickly gather their things and leave.
I was nowhere near as fast. First, I had to attend to the rather
considerable amount of cum covering my cock. This was fairly difficult
as I had only one hand with which to perform this task, the other
occupied with keeping my layered skirt free of the sticky mess. Only
after I was satisfied that I?d succeeded in mopping up all my cum did I
drop my skirt and once again raise my panties. Not that the rumba
panties were entirely fresh ? I?d been staining the satin and lace from
the moment they?d replaced my peach panties ? it was just that I didn?t
want too create more of a mess. My next task involved my peach bra,
which had fallen to the floor when I?d lost my balance. I reached down
and placed it in the fancy pink shopping bag that had held my
purchases. Again, I had to show great care, lest I spill the semen that
had not yet soaked into the satin cups on the floor or, worse, my cute
navy pumps. Having accomplished this, I carefully folded the small bag
and placed it in my purse.
Finally, I had to zip up my bodice. I?d thought this would take the
least amount of time, but was surprised to find that the padding of my
new bra increased my size to such an extent that the bust no longer
fit. I must say I was left in a bit of a quandary.
Should I replace the new bra with my peach one? The bodice would be
slightly loose, but knowing Maureen she would soon have me unzipped,
and I questioned whether she?d even notice. On the other hand, she
would be certain to spot the semen covered cups. How, I wondered, would
I explain such a sight. She was so used to me dressing as neatly as
possible.
Perhaps, I thought, I should just do up my coat and present myself to
her as I?d fantasized doing with Julie and her friend.
"I bought this for you," I would say, as I removed my coat and revealed
my pretty new bra.
Oh, but then she wouldn?t see my new outfit ? at least, not as I wished
her to.
Frustrated, I struggled for several minutes, forcing the bodice over my
breasts; struggling until, at last, my lovely new bra was covered by
the blue satin. Once in place, the bodice zipped up with ease.
I picked up my purse, put on my coat and exited the cubicle. My high
heals echoing off the tiles, I walked over to the full length mirror.
After assuring myself that I was quite alone in the ladies room, I
opened my coat for final inspection. I could not have been more
pleased. The bust, the focus of my attention, and worry, looked
completely natural. The satin bodice strained, constricting my breasts;
in short, I appeared ready to burst out of my dress. I couldn?t resist
running my hands over the tense mounds, delighting in the feeling.
I made certain to button my coat, then, finally, left the ladies room.
Imagine my surprise when I chanced upon Julie and her little friend not
twenty feet from the ladies room door. They appeared to be studying the
store directory, but I knew they were really in wait to see who had
overheard their passionate encounter. The couple cast what I assume
they thought were discreet glances my way. Of course I couldn?t help
myself. I gave them both my finest seductive look as I passed, pressing
the tip of my tongue ever so slightly to my pink coloured lips. I
didn?t look back to see their reaction. Perhaps they returned to the
ladies room, as I hoped they would.
My seductive look aside, I?m sure Julie and her friend thought that
they had shocked me ? just as I was certain that the passionate acts in
which Maureen partook would have shocked them. This was my thought as I
arrived at her door.
Maureen greeted me as she typically did, a small peck on the cheek at
her open door, a more passionate embrace once the door was closed.
"Oh, darling, what a pleasant surprise," she said.
"I have another surprise for you."
I let my coat fall to the floor and stood before her, hands on my hips,
my ankles crossed.
Maureen raised both hands to her mouth, whether in surprise or to
stifle a giggle, I do not know. Nor do I care. What I do know is that
my sexy new outfit had the desired effect as she soon had me on her
bed. In fact, she pretty much threw herself on top of me, her hands
roaming my taught satin bodice, squeezing my breasts. It wasn?t long
before she found the zipper at the back of my neck and drew it down.
She sat on me, her legs encased in tight tan slacks, held my waist like
a vice. I was trying my best to pull the bodice over my new, larger
bra.
Being stronger than me, it wasn?t long before Maureen had freed my
breasts from their satin prison. I was amazed and excited to see both
mounds spring upward. Watching Maureen as she felt me up was the most
erotic of sights. "Darling," she said with delight, "my how you?ve
grown."
"Do you like my new bra?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, but why the need to be bigger, precious?
Maureen put her hand up my skirt.
"And you?ve grown here, as well," she said, moving farther down on the
bed.
Taking the hem of my skirt, she folded it back, revealing fully my
rumba panties.
"Hmm, looks like someone?s been leaking. Perhaps we should look into
getting you some panty shields."
She lowered her lips to the silk and lace, kissing the head of my cock
through the delicate fabric. I watched as she turned her attention
elsewhere, licking my testicles. The top of my panties, just an inch
below the lacy waistband where my cock was making such a mess, bore
traces of Maureen?s cherry lipstick.
I moaned in pleasure.
"You like that, don?t you, you little slut." The sound of the word ?
the very same name Julie had been called ? excited me so.
And I sensed Maureen could tell.
The tenderness she?d shown only a moment earlier, the affection when
kissing me through my panties, was now gone. She took my right garter
and started tugging it down my leg. "Isn?t that what you are, Rina, a
little slut? I mean, you knew by dressing like this you?d end up where
you are now, in my bed. You knew your cute little dress would make my
pussy wet, didn?t you slut?"
She was now removing the garter from my left leg.
"Do you want to be fucked? Is what you want, slut? To be fucked long
and hard?"
She was really quite rough, but this excited me further.
"That is what you want, isn?t it, Rina? To be fucked?"
"Yes, Maureen. Please, Maureen. Please fuck me?"
Maureen grabbed my left wrist and pulled me up. I was completely taken
aback by her strength. Instinct told me to pull away, but her grip was
too tight. "Are you sure you want me to fuck you, Rina? Are you sure
you don?t want some nasty boy to fuck you, to rub his dirty hands over
your big breasts."
"No, Maureen. It?s you I want. I don?t want anyone else."
"You know what I think? I think you?re a slut and a tease. I think you
like the boys and maybe a few of the girls to see you in your sexy
little dresses. You want them to see your legs and that adorable butt
of yours."
I didn?t know what to say. It was all true; I did want to look sexy. I
loved it when boys ? and, yes, a few girls ? looked at me with desire.
She took one of the wedding garters, wrapped it around the bedpost and
then my wrist.
"Don?t worry, darling, I know how to treat slutty girls like you. I
know what you want. But I want to be satisfied first."
By this time she had used the second garter to secure my right wrist to
the other bedpost. I was completely at her mercy. Rearranging the
skirt, my lipstick and cum stained panties once again hidden from view,
she sat on the layered chiffon. I couldn?t help but squirm.
"Not yet, Rina. Remember I come first."
She unbuttoned her satin blouse and let it slip off, covering my
thighs. Her bra was pressed up against my face. I could smell her White
Linen perfume. "I?m going to undo my bra now, Rina. And when I do I
want you to suck my nipples like a good little slut."
She took her right breast and put it against my face. I wanted to reach
for it, to hold it in my hands, but couldn?t break the hold on my
wrists. I was surprised that such dainty looking garters could prove so
strong.
I sucked the nipple, teasing it with my tongue.
"That?s it, you slut. Mmm, suck it slut."
Maureen began running her fingers through my hair. Though she was still
wearing her tight slacks, Maureen rocking back and forth over my
chiffon skirt.
"You really are a pretty little slut," she said. "You looked so cute
standing there by the front door, showing me your sexy little dress. I
knew right then and there you wanted me to fuck you. Isn?t that what
you wanted? For me to climb on top of you and fuck your pretty little
bod?"
My wrists tied, I still managed to thrust against the crotch of
Maureen?s slacks. She continued to rock back and forth, messing up my
skirt.
Off in the distance, I thought I could hear the doorbell ring.
"But what would?ve happened if I hadn?t been home? What would my little
slut princess have done? I wonder. She would?ve been so horny. Maybe
she?d have found some boy to tease with that naughty little outfit of
hers. I think she?d have teased him, teased him until she?d receive a
good fucking.
Isn?t that true, Rina? Isn?t that what you?d have done, slut girl?"
I heard a click of locks, then a man?s voice calling Maureen?s name.
"Fuck!" Maureen scrambled off me, put on her blouse, and began fumbling
with the buttons.
"Wait here," she said, not realizing the irony.
With that she closed the door and left the room.
I was now alone feeling very frightened. I had no idea what was going
on.
There was a man in the house. I could hear some muffled conversation
which, try as I might, I couldn?t quite make out.
Beneath the new bra and breast forms my heart was beating wildly. I
looked down at my exposed bra, Maureen?s bra was draped over the padded
lace cups.
The passion having subsided, now replaced by fear, my bodice, gathered
as it was around my waist, seemed uncomfortable. My layered skirt was
completely dishevelled, leaving my panties exposed.
I pulled on the garters, trying to stretch them, to tear them; anything
to free myself. But they were too strong.
I wiggled, moving my butt from side to side, attempting to get the
skirt to cover my panties. I had to hide the bulge of my cock and the
drying semen stains. Then, at least, if anyone saw me, they?d see me as
Rina.
The thought chilled me to the bone. What if this man did see me? Would
it really be worse to be seen as a boy in drag, bound to the bedposts.
It could very well be worse for this unknown, faceless man to see me as
a woman, a slut in bondage.
I doubled my efforts, but simply couldn?t free myself of the garters.
As I lay there, watching the twin cups of my bra rise and fall, trying
to catch my breath, I thought of what Maureen had said earlier. I had
been acting like a tease. How could I help it? I was finally living as
I?d always wanted: as a woman, a beautiful woman. I wanted people to
look at me, to see me as beautiful and desirable. I?d craved the
attention. I?d dressed in ways that would attract attention: in tight
dresses and short skirts. On occasion I?d worn light and loose skirts,
and had allowed the wind to catch the hems, exposing my virginal
panties. I?d sat in a food court, sipping a milkshake, appearing to be
oblivious to the fact that my wrap skirt had fallen open, exposing the
welt of my opera length stockings and a metal clip of my red waist
cinch.
Maureen entered the room, the saddest look on her face.
"Oh, Rina, I?m so sorry."
She knelt down beside the bed and kissed my cheek repeatedly.
"I?d forgotten my landlord was coming by."
She kissed my cheek again, then stood up and began to unbutton her
blouse.
"I?m so sorry. You must have been so frightened."
Maureen removed her bra, revealing her beautiful firm breasts. She
reached behind her back, pulling down the back zip of her slacks.
"You know I?d never let anything happen to you. You know I love you."
After pealing off her slacks and panties, she straddled me. I could
feel her pull my panties down. She pulled me inside her and, words of
love on her lips, began to slowly fuck me.
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