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Please read part one.
I blushed at Neal's comment. Looking down I could not disagree
that from all appearances I did like the dress and lingerie he had had
selected for this, the first evening of our strange agreement. I was
hard and the tight black dress I wore showed it.
Although sexual arousal certainly was a part of it, I think my
erection was caused more by the unique situation and the clothes that I
wore. The feeling of the full cut, silky panties that covered my bottom
and penis was like having a hand constantly sliding up and down, in a
light yet persistent manner. The pull of the garters on my legs and the
bra straps on my shoulders were equally distracting and the stockings
encasing my legs were quietly erotic.
Prior to this evening, I had never worn woman's clothing. It had
never even entered my mind to try it. I knew myself well enough to know
that I was turned on by scenarios in which my female partner had the
upper hand and or controlled the direction of our playtime. One
girlfriend and I had tried some light bondage and though I do not like
games that involve pain, I do enjoy the feeling of helplessness that
comes when you are not the one in charge.
This situation was like that, with the clothes taking the place
of ropes. I certainly was not in pain, but I was also not in charge.
Adding to that was a brand new feeling that dovetailed into my
submissive streak, embarrassment. I was flush with embarrassment
standing before this man wearing woman's clothes from the skin out.
Worse, he had selected all the items and knew exactly what I had on
under the dress.
Hoping to change the subject I said, "The table looks great. Is
there anything I can help with?"
"No, everything is all ready. Just come sit down." Neal
responded, pulling a chair out for me.
The meal turned out well prepared and tasted wonderful. Neal was
a good cook. I was surprised that after a few minutes of awkwardness,
conversation became normal and we chatted like friends. It turns out we
had rival football teams and argued back and forth over who would come
out ahead at the end of the season and about other things that as guys
we had in common.
We did not discuss the agreement that had led to this bizarre
living arrangement or the way I was dressed. For that I was grateful.
When the meal was over, Neal pushed his chair back and turned it a bit
toward me.
Stretching his legs out and open before him he said, "Well, time
for the first of your girlfriend duties!"
Suddenly afraid, I stammered, "You mean you expect me to...."
"Yup, do the dishes." He laughed.
Embarrassed by the thought that had flown through my head, I
laughed and managed to say, "You chauvinist!"
"I cooked you clean. That was the agreement I had with Susan and
since you are taking her place that is now your job."
"Well it does seem fair." I said. "And you are good at the
cooking part."
I got up and began to clear the table. Neal helped a little and
then excused himself saying that he had some things to get finished
upstairs and would join me shortly to watch some television.
I found my way around the kitchen readily enough and soon had the
dishes rinsed and in the dishwasher. While wiping down the counters and
the table my mind returned to the moment I had thought Neal had meant
something else when he said "girlfriend duties."
Our agreement had not mentioned anything other than wearing her
clothes and running his office and house for him, but the implied
meaning of it was that I was literally to take Susan's place in all
things until I had paid him back the money I owed. For the first time
it occurred to me that he might think that meant sex too.
All I really knew about Neal was based on renting an apartment
from him for a while and the fact that during that time he had always
been polite and friendly. He had lived with Susan since I had known him
so I had assumed he was straight. Maybe he was a bisexual! I mean
having a man dress as a woman and inviting them to live with you was
out there.
I have never had gay sex and truly had not wasted much thought on
it. Now that I had placed myself in a position where it might be
expected of me I was scared. I had not thought through this agreement
with Neal, had not spelled out the details enough to make sure that it
did not get to that point.
I was now betting all my chips on the hope that Neal was straight
and that this was some bizarre way to make him feel like he was getting
back at his girlfriend for walking out on him by replacing her with a
caricature of her. I decided that I would ignore the panic I felt and
if push comes to shove I would refuse, claiming that it was never part
of our agreement.
Neal was in the living room when I finished and invited me to
join him on the couch. I nervously sat at the far end and together we
watched a movie on cable. Other than getting up to get us some soda and
crackers, something Neal claimed was also in the girlfriend realm, the
evening went smoothly and without any other mention of girlfriend
duties.
At the end of the movie, Neal got up and said he was heading for
bed and would see me in the morning. He also said that he had put the
rest of Susan's things in the drawers and closets of my room and that I
should go through her them to see if there was anything I needed.
I thanked him and said goodnight, secretly pleased and relieved
that I had "my own" room and was apparently not expected to share his.
I waited until I was sure he was in bed and then quietly went to my
room.
The first thing I saw when I entered was a long nightgown laid
out on the bed. It was ivory colored and would come to near the knee.
The bodice was stretch lace and I knew it would hug my top while the
bottom satin skirt would swirl about my legs. The tiniest pair of
matching panties fell to the floor when I picked the gown up off the
bed.
Bending to pick them up I was reminded of the garters that tugged
each time I moved and the silky caress of the panties I currently wore.
The panty I picked up from the floor would never cover the hard on I
had maintained all evening, I thought.
After placing the two items back on the bed, I reached under my
left arm and lowered the zipper of my dress. Sliding the straps off my
shoulders, I wiggled it down past my waist and stepped out of it. I
returned the dress to it's' hanger which was on the bed where I had
left it and dressed now only in my garter belt, stockings, bra. Panties
and high hells, I walked over to the closet to hang it away properly.
The previously empty closet was now packed with clothes. Fancy
and simple dresses, skirts, blouses, several suits and many more items
now hung there. I ran my hand along the many fabrics and thought that
if nothing else, Susan was certainly a clothes horse! I wedged a spot
between some items and hung the dress.
Thinking that the dresser was probably just as full and too tired
to explore tonight, I took the nightgown from the bed and headed for
the bathroom to change. Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed two
things, I looked like a guy in women's lingerie and the hard on I still
had, had made a dark wet spot on the front of the panties.
I hung the nightgown and panty on the hook behind the door,
closed the lid on the toilet and sat down to remove my shoes. Wiggling
my toes as they came off, I began to understand why woman try to avoid
wearing heels for a long time.
Reaching behind, I managed to unclip the backs of both stockings
and then after the front clips, rolled them down my legs. Placing the
stockings into the high heels as I used to do with my socks did not
seem right but I had no better idea, so I left them there.
I pulled the straps of the bra off my shoulders and turned round
to undo the small hooks and then folded it cup to cup before setting it
on the counter. Looking down I saw marks under my breast flesh where
the under wire had been and as I traced them with my fingertips, I felt
an unusual but pleasant tingling in my erect nipples.
Standing, I pulled the panties down, my hard cock popping free
and striking my belly. After stepping out of them I placed them in the
hamper and as an after thought, added the bra.
I normally sleep naked, but seeing as the nightgown had been laid
out, I assumed that Susan had worn one at night and I was expected to
do the same. I took it from its hook, bunched it into a roll and after
checking that the tag was toward the back, I slipped it over my head. A
little fidgeting and wiggling later and I had it down over my torso,
the stretched lace comfortably snug over my nipples.
The satin bottom half slightly billowed away from my body but
with every move it would slide against my bare bottom and hard cock, or
lightly glide across the backs of my legs. The panty was pointless. It
was so tiny that only the heavy sack of my balls fit inside it, the
satin teasing the hairs and running behind them into the cleft of my
ass.
I carried the shoes to the closet and placed them on the floor
among dozens f others that I had not noticed before. None of those had
stockings tucked in them so I removed the ones I had worn earlier and
took them to the dresser. I opened the top drawer to find every color
of soft under things ever made. I did not inspect the as I was already
having sensory overload from the evening and from the slippery
nightgown that continued to tease me.
Before getting in bed I returned to the bathroom and took a large
handful of tissues. I knew I was going to have to masturbate if I was
going to get any sleep.
I pulled the covers back and lay down on the crisp sheets. I knew
this would not be a long, slow fantasy jerk. My balls ached and my cock
throbbed. I pulled the nightgown up above my waist, instantly missing
the soft caress on my thighs. My cock jutted out from the panties and I
took it in my hand.
Placing the tissue over the head of my engorged cock, I began to
stroke my shaft. My other hand lightly played with my satin covered
balls. I squeezed and stroked, teasing the shaft with slow and fast
pulls.
As I lightly ran my fingertips down the thick vein on the bottom
of my cock, I wondered if Neal was in his room doing the same thing.
Did seeing me in his girlfriend's clothes turn him on? Was he in his
room, naked, stroking his cock and pretending it was me doing it? Would
his cock feel like mine if I touched it? Would it taste nice if I...?
The thought of his cock in my mouth made me cum. Blast after
blast of hot pressurized cum pumped out of hole on my cock head,
quickly overwhelming the tissue and filling it with seed. Without
thinking I scooped some of the excess from my belly and placed it in my
mouth. I was still wondering if his tasted the same as the release of
all the sexual tension I had built up all day made me pass out in
blissful sleep.
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