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Tricia Time
By Tricia O'Toole
It was a typical 'adult' store for the area - videos, magazines, two walls
full of dildos, and several racks of lingerie and Fredericks of
Hollywood-style dresses. I stopped by a few times and checked out the
clothing, and one day finally got up the nerve to ask if I could try
something on.
Linda, the salesgirl, chuckled and said, "Of course, honey. We get a couple
of guys like you in here every now and then, but none of them have ever had
the balls to ask me that before."
I thought that was funny ? it takes balls to dress like a woman! I liked
Linda already.
At first, I just picked out one or two items, maybe a dress and a nightie,
and tried them on in the dressing room. I bought a couple of things like
pantyhose and lingerie, and then a wig and pair of high-heeled slippers.
Within a month or so, I was a regular customer at Linda's.
I have the kind of job that causes me to spend various evenings and weekends
solving problems for our customers at their sites, so my wife is used to me
being gone at random times. This made it much easier to find 'Tricia Time'.
Whenever I stopped by, which was usually once or twice a week, I would slip
on my heels, hose, lingerie, and wig, followed by an item from the store's
dress rack. Linda didn't mind it if I stayed dressed for while, and I was
usually able to hang out with her for an hour or two before I had to head
back home. There wasn't a lot of business, so she was glad to have my
company and I was happy to be able to be Tricia. She let me keep my items
in a small suitcase in the back room so I wouldn't have to sneak them out of
the house each time.
We mostly sat around and chatted between customers, and sometimes I would
put on a little fashion show for her and try on whatever had arrived since
my last visit. Occasionally, I would actually make myself useful and help
her check in new merchandise or stock the shelves. It felt good to be in
the working world as Tricia, even if it was just for short periods of time,
rather than just trying on clothes and sitting around the shop. Whenever a
customer came in, I would head to the back room so I wouldn't be seen and
read as a guy. She told me not to worry about that, but I didn't want to
face that sort of situation.
Over the months that I visited Linda's, she had suggested a few times to me
that I should go out to a club as Tricia, but I always replied that I didn't
think I could pass well enough. She disagreed, and told me that there were
plenty of men who would treat me like I was a hot young woman. I reminded
her that I was married, but actually there was more to it than that. I
really didn't think I was interested in men, but I was never around them as
Tricia, and I was a little afraid of what might happen if a man came on to
me after I had a few drinks and got caught up in the excitement of it all.
One day when I came in for 'Tricia Time', Linda handed me a different bag
than my usual clothing suitcase, and directed me to go to the dressing room
and try on the items inside. I was a bit surprised by this, but I took the
bag from her and followed her directions. I entered the dressing room,
where I found something hanging on the hook, and stripped down as usual. I
looked in the bag and saw my usual lingerie and pantyhose, but there was
also a different wig than mine, a pair of breast forms and a gorgeous pair
of red heels.
I put on the pantyhose, bra and breast forms, and then I took the plastic
cover off of the garment hanging up and found a really cute dress, the same
shade of red as the shoes. I took it off of the hanger and slipped it on.
Stepping into the red pumps, I looked at the mirror in the dressing room and
was shocked at the sight. Wow, this dress was short, tight and sexy, coming
maybe half-way down my thighs and showing off my long legs. It was much
better made than the dresses that Linda usually carried in the shop. I had
never worn anything as hot as this before in my life! I picked up the new
wig and carefully placed it on my head.
When I emerged, she complimented me on the new look and asked me to join her
at the small table behind the counter. I did, walking more confidently in
heels than I ever had done before. She removed my wig and then commenced to
apply a full array of makeup on me. I had no idea why she was going all-out
like this, but I wasn't about to start complaining!
I had played around with lipstick and mascara a few times, but I never had
the complete treatment before. It was a unique experience to be transformed
like that, and I had to admit that between the sexy outfit, the feel and
smell of the makeup, and the pampering that I was undergoing at the hands of
Linda, I had never felt that feminine before in my life.
Linda finished making me up, replaced the wig and adjusted it just so, and
then clipped a hoop earring on each of my ears, another first for me. She
then stepped back a few feet, and took a good long look at me from head to
toe. She smiled and said that this should get the job done. I didn't know
what she meant by that, but I was about to find out.
I took a few steps over to the mirror and checked out her work. Wow, I
couldn't believe what a great job she had done! My lips were so red, wet
and luscious, and my eyes had never looked so big and sensuous. Now I knew
that I needed to buy myself some makeup and start learning how to take this
extra step in my dressing.
She took me by the hand and led me out of the customer area to the back room
where, to my shock, we found a tall, good looking man waiting in a chair
reading a magazine. I wanted to flee, but Linda held my hand tightly and
guided me towards him. He rose, greeted Linda, and extended his hand to me,
introducing himself as Vince.
A man? I was fully dressed as Tricia in a sexy little outfit and was
actually standing face-to-face with a man? Oh God, how embarrassing! I
couldn't believe that Linda had set me up like this, but instead of being
mad at her, I was just bewildered.
I reached out my hand as Linda introduced me to him as Tricia. He held my
hand just a bit longer than I was used to when shaking hands with a man, and
smiled. It was a sincere smile, like he truly was glad to meet me. My
heart was beating so quickly that I thought I was going to die.
Linda said, "I'll leave you two alone to get to know each other a bit, and
I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Didn't I tell you she was a knockout,
Vince?"
He laughed and said, "Oh, I believed you, and you sure were right."
She winked at him and went back out to the store. Why was she leaving me
alone with this man?
He invited me to have a seat on one of the chairs. With everything that was
happening to me, I felt like I was about to faint, so I sat down. Then,
picking up a bottle of wine that was on Linda's desk, he offered me a glass,
which I readily accepted. Right then, I needed a drink badly. I was more
nervous than I ever remember being, and still didn't know what exactly was
going on.
Vince handed me my glass and sat down in the chair next to mine, with his
knee barely touching mine. I was frozen with fear as we sat and talked.
Well, he mostly talked and I listened, nodded and gave a few one or two word
answers. I was holding the wine glass with both hands and taking small sips
every few seconds, trying to remember to keep my legs together and sit in a
ladylike manner.
After a few minutes I started to relax a little but was still apprehensive
about the situation. He refilled our glasses and I made an effort to calm
down and drink this one a little more slowly. He did seem to be a very nice
man ? intelligent, friendly, polite and funny, not to mention quite
handsome! I tried my best to keep my voice as soft and light and feminine
as possible as we talked.
I found Vince very easy to talk to and a couple of times caught myself
flirting a little with him, which he seemed to enjoy. To tell you the
truth, I kind of enjoyed this role, too.
The conversation was going along fine until at one point he asked me, "Do
you go out to clubs as Tricia?"
I became a little anxious about where this was going, and told him that I
only dressed in Linda's store and had never been out in public.
"Really? You don't go out in public? A woman as pretty as you are? That's
a real shame for the men of the world."
I blushed and thanked him for the compliment.
"So, you don't have a boyfriend?"
I quickly replied that I had never been with a man at all, hoping that he
would take the hint that I had no desire to do that.
"Well," he said, "I would love to be the one to help you with that."
"I don't think there is anything that you can do about it," I replied.
He put his glass down, stood up, and held his hand out, saying, "Stand up,
Tricia."
I placed my glass on the desk, took his hand and stood up facing Vince. He
was only inches away from me, a little taller than I was even with my heels.
He looked deeply into my eyes and I felt an unfamiliar warmth run through
my body.
"Have you ever even been kissed by a man before?"
Oh my God. Where was this going to end up? He must have misunderstood what
I was trying to say. I had to tell him that right then I wasn't at all
interested in doing that, didn't I? But all I could do was shake my head
'no'.
"May I kiss you?"
I paused for a moment.
"I don't know," I replied softly. That was the truth. I was now feeling my
masculinity beginning to slip away and couldn't do a thing about it.
"Close your eyes, Tricia. You are a beautiful woman - a beautiful woman who
should experience a man's kiss at least once in her life."
All of a sudden, I felt his hands gently holding my cheeks as he tilted my
head upward slightly. His lips lightly touched mine and then were gone. My
breath caught in my throat and I opened my eyes to find his big brown eyes
just inches from mine.
Vince pulled back a bit, smiled, and then kissed me again, this time with
his lips lingering on mine. One of his arms moved down to my waist, the
other to my back, and he was pulling me closer to him. I did not resist
this kiss. My lips tingled, as if sparks were traveling from his mouth to
mine. I actually heard myself moan when I felt his tongue separate my lips,
and l willingly opened my mouth to let it in. Our tongues met and we
continued to kiss for a few seconds more. My head was spinning and I felt
like I was going to pass out. I was too excited to even breathe.
He broke the kiss and smiled that sincere smile again, and I melted just a
little bit more.
"There, that's what it's like to be kissed by a man. Wasn't that nice? You
really are a wonderful kisser. Now, you kiss me."
I had butterflies in my stomach as I looked up at him, paused for a second,
and took a deep breath. Then, to my great surprise, I leaned forward and
touched my lips to his. Any reluctance I had faded away as my body pressed
against his. I instinctively reached up and wrapped my arms around his
neck, holding him tightly as our tongues reunited and we made out.
I have no idea how long we remained joined like that, but when we separated
from our embrace, I was embarrassed at what I had just done and stared down
at the floor, unable to look Vince in the eye.
"Relax, honey. Don't be afraid; your body will tell you what it wants.
Tricia is beautiful, and men want to be with her. Share her with them.
Share Tricia with me. We can make each other very happy."
He took my hand and pressed it against the crotch of his pants. I could
feel his hardness. He seemed to be fully erect, and I knew that I had made
him that way. I was both ashamed of myself and thrilled at the same time.
"See what you do to me, Tricia. Now, please look at me and trust me."
Our eyes met again. My legs were shaking and I was afraid of what was next.
As he stepped back a bit, I could see that he was doing something with his
hands but I couldn't look down. I heard the unmistakable sound of his
zipper, followed by the rustle of his pants sliding down his legs.
He took my hand and placed it on his exposed penis.
His penis?
No, it was his COCK. A penis is what a man has; a cock is what he uses with
a woman. My fingers involuntarily wrapped around it and before I knew it, I
was holding his hot, hard cock. It felt long, thick and very nice in my
hand.
"That's what you can do to men. That's what you did to me. Can't you feel
how much I want you?"
My mouth was dry from breathing so heavily.
He kissed me again and then he asked me to show him what a woman's hand like
mine could do for a man's cock.
Without thinking about it, I began stroking him. I couldn't help myself. I
glanced down and saw my hand caressing his tool. My hand on a man's penis!
It was like I was a spectator, like I was watching someone else pleasuring
her man. But then again, I told myself that it wasn't me ? it was Tricia.
I heard him, say, "Mmmmm, oh yeah, like that, Tricia!"
His lips returned to mine, and I excitedly welcomed his tongue back into my
mouth.
Our tongues tangled as we kissed and I continued to run my hand up and down
the full length of his cock, wishing I had some lubrication. I glanced at
the desk and saw a bottle of hand lotion ? perfect! I moved my lips off of
his, nodded toward the table and tried to talk, but all that came out was
the whispered word "Lotion."
Vince smiled and said, "Great idea, sweetheart!"
He reached over for the bottle and squirted a few pumps into my hand. I
returned my hand to his cock and spread the lotion all over it, from the tip
to the base, and shivered with delight, enjoying the smooth, silky feeling
of sliding it over his firm stick. When I resumed stroking him, he kissed
me again, harder than before, and held me more tightly. I responded by
stroking him faster and returning his passionate kisses.
Our kisses became even more heated and his hand drifted down to my ass,
massaging it as he held me close but still allowed me access to his cock.
In my mind, I pictured my hand rubbing his hot, huge penis, the long shaft,
the shiny head, with... oh no, lipstick prints on his cockhead? My very own
lip prints on Vince's cock? Oh God, is he going to ask me to suck him??
Would I do that? No, no, no, I couldn't! I could never even kiss a man ?
oh, but Tricia did. She kissed him and enjoyed it, too. What else would
she do? Could Tricia take him in her mouth? Could she suck him off?
Please, don't let me find out!
Suddenly, to my great relief, he let out a moan and it went off, shooting
his cum across the floor in large, powerful spurts. As I continued to
stroke him to completion, he told me what I wonderful woman I was. All I
knew was that it felt so good to know that I pleased my man like that. I
mean, that Tricia pleased a man like that.
I milked the last few drops out of it and gently held it as it deflated.
Then, I tenderly lowered it back to its place between his legs and,
reluctantly, let go of it. Vince thanked me profusely, gave me one more
kiss, and held me close to him.
What had just happened here? Tricia had kissed a man? Tricia had given him
a hand job?
No, actually, I did. I finally had to admit to myself that I was Tricia. I
was intimate with a man. I kissed him and jerked him off. Where did this
come from? How could I ever do something like this?
As he pulled his pants up and buckled his belt, Vince asked me to think
about letting him take me out. "Leave your answer with Linda. I'll be
talking to her tomorrow. If your answer is no, then I won't bother you
again. If it is yes, and I truly hope it is, then you and Linda will have
to get together and pick out a club for us to go to. You know that she
wants you to enjoy yourself as Tricia and she would love to help you any way
that she could. Think it over, honey. I've got to go now. Good night."
Then he tilted my head up and kissed me one more time, and left. I felt an
instant sadness as he walked away.
Of course, the answer was easy. No, I wouldn't be going out with him. I
would tell Linda as soon as I went out front and saw her, I thought. I
should go right out and tell her now.
Instead, I sat down and poured myself another glass of wine.
Really, I could never go out with Vince. I'm a man. I'm married. That's a
ridiculous question.
Besides, I didn't look good enough to go out in public, did I? Even with
the great job that Linda did with my makeup, right?
Did he really think I looked hot? He did call me a beautiful woman right
before he kissed me. Mmmm, that's right, he kissed me! And I kissed him!
Anyway, what would I wear? I really liked the red outfit, but was it sexy
enough to wear out with Vince? If the heels were just a little higher, I
suppose they would show off my legs even more.
I hoped that Linda would be able to do my makeup again when I went out with
him. Maybe she could teach me so I could do it myself next time.
Wait a minute - next time? What next time? I'm not even going to go out
one time with him and I'm already thinking about our second date?
My mind was racing. I needed to relax and get my senses back. I refilled my
glass and downed it in one gulp. I put my head down and rested it on my
folded arms, closing my eyes, but all I could see was his face, those big
brown eyes, those warm lips... all I felt was his kiss on my lips and his
cock in my hand, and it all felt so damn good. But I couldn't go on a date
with a man, could I? No, never, I couldn't. No way.
I felt Linda gently rub her hand along my back and ask me if everything was
okay. I nodded, but didn't raise my head.
She noticed the lotion bottle on the edge of the desk and the spots on the
floor and observed that we must have had a nice time getting to know each
other. She giggled and jokingly said, "You little tramp!" But then I was
surprised when she said she was really proud of me. I could feel my cheeks
and my ears turning red.
"I saw Vince as he was leaving, and all he could say was what an amazing
woman you are. Did you ever imagine that 'Tricia Time' could be so
wonderful?"
I didn't respond but she knew the answer when I stood up with tears in my
eyes and gave her a big hug, whispering "Thank you, thank you, thank you"
over and over in her ear.
Then Linda asked me the question that I did not want to hear, but knew that
she was going to ask.
"Tricia, can I help you choose the club for your date with Vince?"
To my shame, I nodded yes.
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