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I didn't see Danielle for a week afterward. I got really swamped at work, and couldn't get any free time. We spoke on the phone and exchanged cute e-mails, but didn't see each other face to face until that Friday. None of our conversations mentioned what had happened the previous weekend. I had almost completely forgotten about it when I walked up to her door late on Friday night. I had really missed Danielle, and was looking forward to seeing her. As soon as the door opened, we were in an embrace. I didn't even get to take off my coat or close the door. We were passionately kissing, swapping our tongues back and forth. It was wonderful. I had missed the feel of her against me. Her sweet, feminine smell filled my nose, and I knew I was where I belonged. I had missed her so much. Finally, after three minutes of playing tonsil hockey, we released. I closed the door and took off my coat. I stopped and looked at her. Danielle had done her hair so that it was straight and tucked behind her ears; but when she moved, it came free and framed her face. She wore a tight, black, sleeveless, cable knit turtleneck sweater. It clung tightly to her body, in a way that accentuated her chest. She also wore a fine gauge cardigan over top. It was a light grey, with sleeves that ended with ruffles and partially covered her hand. Her pencil skirt was wool, tight over her body and ending just above the knee. It clung to her ass, framing it perfectly as she walked. She was wearing four-inch black patent leather heels. She took my breath away. "Jeez Dani, you look fantastic," I commented as she walked back towards the kitchen. "Is that new?" "Yeah, it is. I thought you might like it," she said as she looked back over her shoulder and winked. We had a wonderful dinner, and both commented how much we had missed each other. It made me feel good to know that she had missed me as much as I had her. After dinner, we moved to her couch. She sipped on white wine, while I drank a scotch and soda. We chit-chatted for a while, saying how much we had missed each other. "It was wonderful last weekend," she began. "I want you to know I meant it when I said I love you. I do, very much." "I love you too. I think you are wonderful." With that, we began kissing. Our tongues wrestled with each other, moving in and out of our respective mouths. I grabbed her boob, and felt its softness under the feel of the wool. It was wonderful. She grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer into her. I began rubbing her leg with my other hand, and slowly moved up towards her pussy. "You know, I'm wearing this just for you," she said, breaking the kiss. She stood up so I could see the whole outfit. "What do you think?" "Like I said, you look fantastic." "I've been thinking about last weekend." Memories came flooding back to me. I remembered the smooth, cool feeling of her panties as she pressed them against me while sucking my dick, and the feel of her playing with my chest through the bra. I remembered how hard I had cum, and how she had swallowed every drop. "Yeah, and what were you thinking?" I was pensive in my response. I didn't want her to think me a wimp if I showed how much I had enjoyed it. "I was thinking I liked it. I thought you looked really sexy in that panty and bra set. It really turned me on, in a way like never before." "Really?" The wave of relief swept across my face. "I liked it too. The feeling of your underwear felt so good against my skin. And I was excited by how I looked in them. It really was overwhelming." "I was worried you wouldn't like it." "No, I really liked it." "Good. Then, would you do me a favor?" She had a slight smirk on her face. She pulled her hair back behind her ears, and her eyes sparkled with that mischievous look that happened before she proposed something kinky. "Will you go into my bedroom, and bring out the bag that's on the bed?" I complied without a moment of hesitation. I knew that look, and I knew it always coincided with a kinky activity. I saw a gift bag on her bed. It had "It's a Girl!" written on the side in bright pink. I carried it back to Danielle, who was still sitting on the couch. "Open it up. It's for you," she said as I tried to hand her the bag. I opened the bag carefully, not sure what I would find inside. I pulled back the tissue paper inside, and with my heart racing, carefully withdrew the contents. I held in my hands a pair of women's panties. They were black silk briefs. I turned them over in may hands, and saw on the back a bunch of ruffles running across the whole back. I felt the smoothness of the material as it lay in my hand. My dick began to get hard. "Keep going," encourage Danielle. I Put may hand back in the bag and pulled out a black, silk bra. It had pink ribbons on the tops of the cups and in the middle of the straps, so that when it was worn, the ribbons would hit the middle of the shoulder. It had slits in the middle, so the nipples would stick out from inside the cups. The cups looked smaller than anything Danielle would wear, so I checked the label. It was an A cup. I looked as Danielle with a look of puzzlement on my face. "I got it for you. Do you like it?" she asked, with excitement in her voice and anticipation in her voice. "You got it for me? I don't understand?" "I was so excited after last weekend, that I did some searching on the internet. I found out about couples who cross-dress, and found a site that sold lingerie especially for men. I ordered that for you. Do you like it?" "Well...yeah. I mean it's nice. It feels good in my hands, but-" "Wait ?til you feel it on your body!" She interrupted. "Go ahead, try it on!" "Danni, I don't know-" I began cautiously. "What's not to know? You said yourself you liked it last weekend. Why not do it again if it feels good?" She had a logic that I found hard to argue with. It partly had to do with the fact that I was excited by the idea, but didn't want her to think I was giving in too easily. I got up and started towards her bedroom, carrying the bag with me. "Where are you going?" She asked. "To the bedroom to try it on." I replied. "What do you mean? Why go there? Like I've never seen you naked before. Put it on here. The shades are down, so no one is going to see. And I want to see you put it on. I want to see your reaction." I turned to face her. I smiled, thinking about the fact that she was enjoying this. I walked to the other side of the coffee table, across from her on the couch. I took off my shirt and pants, and pulled down my underwear. I was standing in front of her completely naked. Danielle moved a hand to her crotch. She began to rub herself through her panties and skirt. Her other hand began messaging her breast. I began to get a hard on at the sight. I could just imagine the feel of the fabric as she rubbed it against her bare, naked skin. I imagined the harshness of the wool rubbing against her pale, alabaster skin on one section, and the softness of her bra and panties rubbing against another. The contrasting feelings of the material, and the sexual charges she was getting from her self-stimulation got me excited. Then I remembered the gift I had jut received, and thought to myself that I didn't have to imagine, at least about part of it. I put the bag on the coffee table, and pulled the panties out again. They felt even smoother and sexier in my hands, now that I knew that they were intended for me. My penis began to get even harder. I bent over and stepped into the holes of the panties. I began to pull them up quickly, but then stopped myself. I wanted to put on a show for Danielle. She had spent all of this time and effort looking for these wonderful clothes for me, so it seemed a little unfair to rush things. I looked at her, and gave her a sexually charged smile. I began to slowly bring the panties up my legs. I shook my hips as I did, trying to do my best job of a reverse strip tease. Danielle smiled back, as she continued to rub herself. The panties began to rub against my legs as I moved them up. The feeling was wonderful, even better than last time. Taking my time was exciting me even more, and knowing that Danielle was enjoying it as well added to the excitement. I pulled the panties up to my waist, and my whole crotch was enclosed in wonderful silkiness. My penis was again sticking up towards my face. I took it in my hand, and tried to rearrange it and my balls the best I could. I ran my hands over my front and back. I felt the wonderful material pressing against me. I felt the ruffles on my ass, and though how girly it must look. I turned around, and shook my ass at Danielle as I peered over my shoulder. She bit her bottom lip, all while continuing to rub her crotch and chest. I knew she was enjoying this show. Next was the bra. I pulled it out of the bag, and held it in my hands. I twirled it over my head, and Danielle let out a giggle. God, how I loved to hear her laugh. As I put on each strap, I would turn around again, showing my ruffled ass. I would look at her over my shoulder, and pull the strap up and down, as if teasing her. I turned to face her again and began to rub my nipples through the little holes in the cups. Apparently my dick enjoyed this, because it began pressing even harder against the silken confines. "Let me help you with you bra, sweetie." Danielle stood up and walked over to me. She reached around me and hooked the closure together. I felt the roughness of her skirt and turtleneck, and the smoothness of her cardigan as she reached around me. It felt wonderful against my skin, and the combination of that with the panties and bra was almost too much. I had to stand back from her. If I didn't, I would cum in my beautiful panties. I didn't want to do that. At least not yet. The set was now complete. Danielle went back to the couch, and I stood in front of her. I began to rub myself, pressing the smooth silk against my body. I tweaked and teased my nipples, making girly kisses towards Danielle as I did. She rubbed herself even faster, letting out a little moan. I showed her my ass, and shook it so that the ruffles on my panties moved. She let out a whimper of excitement. "Come here," she said in a commanding tone. I did as she instructed. Who was I to argue at this point. I went to sit next to her on the couch, but she pushed me away. "No. I want you to eat my pussy." With that, she quickly whipped off her panties, handing them to me. I held them out and looked at them. She had been wearing them all day. I could tell by the little bits of yellow I saw, and the fact that they were worn. They were white, soft cotton Victoria Secret bikini cut. I buried my nose in them and took a deep breath. I could smell her scent there in those panties, and it was intoxicating. I began licking them, getting a preview of her sweet pussy. I could only imagine how I looked. I was standing there in black, silk panties and a black silk bra with pink ribbons and holes for my nipples. My dick was pressing hard against the panties, trying to pull them away from the skin, but the panties were staying in place. I was licking my lovers panties with ruffles on my ass. I knew I would have looked odd , but I didn't care. I was there with my Danielle, enjoying every minute. "Good. Are you enjoying them? I didn't change, just so you could get a full preview," she said in a low, sexy voice. It almost made me melt. "That's enough preview. Get down here and eat my pussy." I did as I was told. I locked eyes with her, hypnotized by her steely resolve. I dropped the panties to the floor, and lowered to my knees directly in front of her. I broke my stare, and instead focused on her pussy. I stayed there, waiting expectantly for that sweet, lovely goodness. "You want to eat this pussy?" she asked, already knowing full well the answer. "I want to hear you ask to eat my pussy. Ask me if you can eat my pussy." "Please Dani, may I eat your pussy?" "Call me Danielle." "Please Danielle, may I eat your pussy?" "Why should I let you? Do you like it? Tell me about it." She knew she was driving me crazy. She knew I loved to eat her beautiful pussy, and she was just teasing me now. I stopped staring at her crotch, and looked into her eyes pleadingly. "I love your pussy. It is the most magnificent pussy in the world. It is the most magnificent thing in the world. I love the way it feels when I press it against my face, and the taste of it against my tongue. Please Danielle let me eat your pussy. May I please eat you pussy." I was begging. I really did want to eat her pussy so badly. "Yes, you may eat my pussy." As she said that, she pulled her skirt to her hips. I looked at it. She had plucked more hair since last weekend. Now there was no hair around the sides. Instead, there was about one half inch of hair above. It continued down about one quarter of the way around, forming a partial firey circle. It looked so perfect and tasty. I needed to have it. I went right for the middle, ignoring any idea of foreplay. Danielle immediately grabbed my hair and pulled me away. "What are you doing?" She sounded really annoyed. "What have I told you? I don't care how hot I am, I want you to start from the outside and work in! Start outside at my legs and then work inwards! God your greedy!" She had the tone of a scolding mother or boss. "Sorry," I meekly responded. I kind of liked it when she spoke to me like that. And now, as I sat there on my knees wearing women's underwear, the effect was even more enjoyable. I began kissing her smooth, white inner thigh; first one side, then the other. I would lick a little with my tongue, and then move to the other side. As I moved further up her perfect legs, Danielle let out a low moan. She was really enjoying it. I kissed around her pussy, at first above her hair, and then in it. I could smell the sweet smell of her pussy. I could tell she had not washed herself before I came over. I could smell the sweat and urine that intermixed with her pussy juices. I moved to either side of her pussy, leaving a trail of kisses around her perfect mound. I finally reached the middle. I began by licking her outer lips ever so gently. Danielle shivered. I moved in closer, applying more pressure to her pussy, moving my tongue inside of her lips. I could taste her pussy juice, as well as the urine and sweat I had smelled before. It only made me hornier. My dick was getting harder, and a little precum leaked out. I continued licking her pussy, moving slowly and deliberately. I didn't apply too much pressure as I went, but simply used my tongue as a slight tease. Danielle was loving it. She moaned and arched her back. Her breathing became shallower, and she began to make more noises. "Stop!" she cried out. I did as she requested. "I don't want to cum here." I let her lead and use me as she wished. At this point I felt completely in her control, wanting only to bring her pleasure in repayment for the wonderful experiences she had shown me. I felt so wonderful in the panties and bra she had gotten, and I wanted to return the favor. She stood from the couch and pulled her skirt back down. I remained on my knees, waiting for her next instruction. She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. She laid me down at the foot of the bed with a throw pillow under my head. "I want to fuck your face," she said. She pulled up her skirt and lowered herself onto my face. I immediately began kissing the inside of her legs. "You remembered. Very good." I kissed back up her legs, but this time went right in for her pussy. I put more pressure and firmness as I licked her inner beauty. She breathed rapidly, and grabbed my head. She pulled me up into her crotch, pressing me deeper into her sex. I licked faster now, realizing that she was close to coming. She began to grind back and forth against my face while I ate her. "FUCK!" She ground faster and faster. Her breathing became faster and more rapid. Soon she was gyrating out of control on my face, with my little tongue trying to keep up. Soon she was cumming on my face. Her pussy clenched and convulsed on me. Finally she stopped. She held my face where it was, and I gently and slowly licked her pussy. She shivered a little as I did. "That was great!" she said as she climbed off my face. I smiled at her. We lay there for a minute as Danielle caught her breath. I felt her pressed next to me, and my dick became harder and harder. After a few minutes, Danielle turned to me. "And you?" "And me what?" I replied, trying to play coy. "Do you want to cum?" "Dani...excuse me. Danielle, I just want to please you." I gave her a smile. "Really?" she asked. I could tell it was a couched question, but I didn't care. As I lay there in my silk bra and panties I would have done anything she asked. "Really," I replied, acknowledging in no uncertain terms that I was serious. "Ok, then I want you to do something. It will make me happy, and turn me on." "What is it? Just tell me and I'll do it." "Well, I want you to pose for some pictures." "What?!?" I was shocked more than upset. I had not expected that. "Just some digital pictures. We can delete them later, but I just want to see you pose for me and show me how sexy you are." She had a confidence in her voice that made me feel secure. "Dani, I don't know how I feel about that," I replied. "Come on. It's just you and me, and they'll be digital pictures. We can delete them later. I just want to have fun, you know?" I looked into her blue eyes. She was so stunning, and I was so lucky to have her. And I didn't want to disappoint her. I did feel kind of sexy in my new underwear, and she had gone to all of this trouble. "Ok." "Great!" She leapt out of bed and went to the living room. "We'll start in here, and do some other shots later. Come on!" Her enthusiasm was reassuring. I followed her into the living room. She had the camera out and ready. "Stand over there where you were before." I did as she told me. "Now, give me a kiss." I puckered my lips, and she took a picture. "That's great!" she exclaimed as the picture appeared in the display window. "Can I see?" I asked. "Not right now. We'll look at them together later. Right now I want you to keep posing." I did as she told me. Soon I got caught up in the excitement. I made pouty little girl looks. I redid my little show from earlier. I cupped underneath my chest and held my crotch. All the while Danielle was taking pictures. "Lets go in the bedroom," she said, leading the way. "Bend over the bed and show me your ass." I bent over, exposing the ruffles on my pantied ass as I looked back over my shoulder. Danielle snapped the picture. She then had a look come over her face. She walked over to the bureau and pulled out a camcorder. She took out a tripod and set the two up so the camcorder faced the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked. I suddenly became nervous. "What? It's just a camera. I can take pictures, but not record? Come on. Just keep doing what your were doing. Later on we can watch the tape and then delete it. No big deal." I relented. Danielle made more suggestions about poses. Soon, I was laying on her pink comforter. "Rub yourself through your panties." I rubbed my hard cock through my silk panties. "That's great! You know what would be so hot? Masturbate in your panties!" "What?" I was thrown off. "Just rub yourself through your panties like I was doing before when you were dancing. It will look so hot and sexy. And it will really excited me." I began to rub my dick through my panties. The silk pressed against the top of my shaft, and I felt the skin move back and forth along the head. "Point your dick towards your chest. That way I can see it poking out through the tops of your panties." I adjusted my dick so it pointed towards my chest. "That great sweetie. And don't forget to play with your tits and nipples while you masturbate. Just like I was doing before." I cupped my chest as I rubbed my hand back and forth against my cock. Danielle stood there fully clothed, taking picture after picture. I looked right at her as I masturbated. Soon I was close to cumming. I put my hand up to block the cum. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I don't want the cum to hit me in the face." "Why not? It doesn't look good with your hand there. Just masturbate in your panties, and let the cum fly where it may." She smiled at me. I moved my hand back to my chest, kneading my breasts and playing with my nipples through the hole. It felt wonderful, as the silk pressed against my cock and balls and my chest. I started to moan as the feeling in my balls grew. I rubbed my cock faster through the panties, getting ever closer to cumming. Soon, I exploded. I rubbed my dick ever more furiously and kneaded my chest even more. The cum covered my chest. Danielle had been taking picture the whole time. She put the camera on the bureau across the room and left it on auto, so it kept taking pictures. She came over to the bed. "Oh goodness, you really enjoyed that, huh? You made a mess on yourself sweetie. Here, let me help you." She put two fingers into my cum and put them into her mouth. She smiled as she did. "Mmmmm. That's good." She continued to eat the cum from my chest and stomach. I bit my lip, as it was exciting me to see her eating my cum. She would put her fingers into her mouth and suck on them greedily. She would keep them in there for a minute, and then bring them back down for more. She put her fingers back into the cum on my chest and brought them to my mouth. I looked at her inquisitively, but she just smiled. "You should have some. It's really delicious," she said matter-of-factly. I followed her lead and took her fingers into my mouth. The cum was still warm, and tasted salty. I recognized the flavor from last weekend, when Danielle had kissed me after sucking me off. I sucked on her fingers, twirling my tongue around them. "Oh, you like that huh? Good. I'm glad to know that, sweetie. Now we'll both have some." She took her fingers out of my mouth. She took my hand and put two fingers in the cum. She put her hand back in as well. She then brought my hand to her mouth while putting her fingers into mine. She sucked on my fingers, swirling her tongue around them, while I did the same to hers. "Uhh...that's good," she said as she took my fingers from her mouth. "Now you've gone and gotten me all wet again. Well, I guess you'll just have to take care of that, won't you?" She quickly was on the bed again pulling her skirt back up. This time, though, she did not put her pussy directly on my face. Instead, she faced my feet, giving me a prime view of her puckered asshole. "Lick my asshole first, and then, if you do well with that, I'll let you have some more pussy." "Yes Danielle." I was completely in her control. She held her ass cheeks apart and lowered her asshole onto my face. There was no hair, but it did have a peculiar odor. I kissed her ass cheeks, never getting too close to her asshole. I had never eaten ass before, and I was a little nervous about it. "What are you doing? I told you to eat my asshole, so eat my ASSHOLE!" She reached around and grabbed my head, ramming my face into her ass. I stuck my tongue out, pushing it into her asshole. Soon I was licking all around, gobbling up as much of her asshole as I could get. I probed into her rosebud, moving my tongue in and out. I would lick around the edge, and then reinsert my tongue. "Oh, yeah! That's good pantyboy! That's what you are. You're my little PANTYBOY!" Her yelling only increased the fury with which I ate her ass. I was loving her taking control of me. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted with me. Soon, she let go of my head, and shifted her pelvis back so that her pussy was directly over my face. I began to eagerly lap at her pussy like a greedy fat kid at Halloween. She moved back and forth against my tongue. "God your good at this! I love the way you eat my pussy! You look like a sexy little girl in your panties and bra!" She began rubbing my chest, pressing the silk against my skin. She played with my nipples, which were sore from my earlier enthusiasm. I let out a little whimper. "What's wrong? Are you little nipples sore, pantyboy?" She asked, teasing them more. She then began to rub my now deflated cock through the panties. She alternated between playing with my chest and my crotch. It was only increasing the fury with which I ate her out. She continued to move her pussy back and forth over my face. All the while I was lapping up her pussy. Sometimes she would bring her asshole back over my face. When she did that, I greedily buried my tongue back in, wanting to reach new areas. Soon Danielle stopped moving back and forth and brought her crotch directly onto my face. She covered my face with her pussy so my nose was buried deep inside her while my tongue continued its duties on her perfect clit. She began to fuck my nose as I flicked her clit. She pushed harder and harder, coming ever closer to her second climax of the night. I found it harder to breath, though if I suffocated I would have died happy. "That's good! Yeah! Lick my clit! I'm fucking your face, aren't I sweetie? And you love it, don't you? You love me to fuck your face, and use you however I want, don't' you, my little pantyboy?!?" She jerked more violently, pressing with ever more force down on my face. She let out a long moan, and then a yell. "I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop, pantyboy!" She violently jerked on my face, as I dutifully licked at her clit. She began a circular grind on my face, all while I kept my tongue on her clit. There was nothing in the world but her perfect pussy pressed against my face. She let out a final yell, and then stopped moving. Danielle went to all fours panting. She didn't move from on top of my face. She just stayed there for several minutes. I gently licked around her pussy as best I could from my position. She then raised back onto her knees. I dutifully licked her asshole again, savoring the flavor of it on my tongue as it mixed with her pussy juice. "You like that, don't you sweetie?" she asked as she climbed off my face, pulling her skirt back down. "I really do," I said as I gave her a smile. The camera clicked another picture. I had forgotten that it was there. Danielle walked over to it and turned it off. She went over to the camcorder and picked it up. She pointed it at me, and panned my whole body. I could only imagine how I looked as I lay there in my panties and bra, covered in both of our cum. "How was that for you? Do you like me to fuck your face like that, pantyboy?" she asked, holding the camera on me as if in an interview. I hesitated to answer. I was nervous about talking honestly on the camera. Danielle picked up on that. "It's ok, sweetie. You can answer. Just imagine the camera's not here and we're talking like we normally do. Just answer honestly." "It was wonderful for me Danielle. I love the way you fuck my face," I replied honestly, feeling relieved by her assurances. "And what about my asshole? Do you like to eat my ass, sweetie?" "Your ass was wonderful. I felt privileged to eat out such a vulnerable area. It was a pleasure and an honor." "And," she looked straight at me while keeping the camera pointed at me, "do you like being my pantyboy?" "I love it." "Good," she replied. With that she turned off the camera. Danielle came over and gave me a deep passionate kiss. She looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you. That was wonderful. I really enjoyed it." "No, Dani, thank you. It was wonderful. I really appreciate everything you did." She took my hand and led me to her bathroom. She gently pulled down my panties and took off my bra. She turned on the sink and got a washcloth. She got the washcloth soapy and washed off my chest, neck and face. She pulled up her skirt again and cleaned herself with the washcloth. Then she patted me dry with a big, pink fluffy towel. I had always felt weird when I used her towels. They were all pink. But now, I didn't mind. I liked it. We went back to the bedroom. Dani took off her clothes and got into bed, where I already lay waiting for her. We cuddled for a few moments, and then began kissing passionately. We broke the kiss after several minutes. "You know," she began, "I don't think any less of you for your honesty. If anything, I love you more for it. It takes a lot of courage to admit that you enjoyed all of that. Thank you." "Dani, I loved every minute of it. I could never lie to you, and you know that." I looked into her blue eyes, and ran my hand through her soft, red hair. We kissed again, even more passionately. "I love you," she said. "I feel the same. Very much so."