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It was one of those days that from the moment I opened my eyes I was not 'myself'. I mean my typical male self. I turned over in bed and enjoyed the feel of my smooth body contacting the sheets, I bring my foot up my leg, satin smooth. I giggled as I note to myself, not many guys would start their day this way. It was the simplest feminine things that I have always enjoyed. I don't always wake up this way. I tend to enjoy my feminine self more some days than others. Don't get me wrong, I still slow at the window of the shoe store and drool over the sexy heels and boots, this carefully done while in my male business suit. It's not fare that society doesn't think I should come to the office in sexy heels and a skirt suit. I have learned to get by with the fact that I was not born female. I step out of bed, walk two steps and let my satin night gown slip off my shoulders. Into the shower for my morning ritual. I run my hands over my body ensuring that I am smooth all over. I note only a small strip of hair above my pelvis that is manicured nicely. As I finish my shower I catch a glimpse of my well toned and tanned body in the mirror. Oh how I have dreamed of getting to where I am today. I am still not a woman, but I am definitely enjoying being femme. No more suppressing my needs. I apply ample moisturizing cream up my smooth long legs and all over my body. The smell of vanilla fills my nose. Today is sexy lingerie day I say to myself. I usually wear panties under my suit, but today I need more. My drawer is full of silky panties; today I would like a black lace thong. I slip the delicate panties up my smooth legs, a slight tingle runs up between my legs. Next my hosiery, sheer to waist nude DKNY panty hose. Heaven. As I roll the hose and then slide them up my legs I wonder why anyone would not want to shave their legs and feel this simple pleasure. The hose encase my legs and give them a light shimmer, my ass is held nicely with the outline of my lace thong running between my cheeks. I look through my lingerie and decide to wear a little tank in stead of a bra. The bra is just a bit much while trying to be discreet in my male attire at the office. I enter my closet and pause at my favorite black pinstripe skirt suit, oh how I love this form fitting classic suit with my 4" heels. I pout as I reach for my Armani tan colored summer suit. As I pull on my pants and enjoy the feel of the silk lining on my sheer hose I am glad that the hot summer days are gone, allowing for hose under my male clothes again. I finish with my suit, put on my loafers and leave for the office. My drive is relaxing. I listen to the radio and crave my morning Starbuck's coffee. As I pull into the coffee shop parking lot I check out a sexy business woman entering the shop. My my, she has it going on! I smile at the amazing body encased in a pale pink pant suit with long legs moving gracefully on sexy black heels. A hint of lingerie peeks from her bust, bustier maybe? This woman knows how to get a guys attention with nothing but classy style and feminine grace. She quickly glances in my direction, oh and ice melting eyes. Mmmm. I park my car quickly, and slide into line behind the stylish woman. I am not disappointed, her hazelnut curls flow from her head just below her shoulders, a light fragrance of floral shampoo hits my senses. "Good morning?" I state as a question, as she notices me in line. "It will be even better after I get a coffee," she smiles. I smile in return and try to keep my cool. My loins twitch making my thong strain and pull between my ass cheeks. What a great sensation. I carry my coffee out of the shop and leave in my car. The woman in the pink suit swings her legs into her car and slips on her sun glasses as I drive away. She has just made my day, I say to myself. I park and walk into the cool air of my down town business tower. The cool air reminds me that all that covers my ankles is a light layer of nylon. I have grown to not care that some one may notice my sheer indulgence. Who cares! My desk is surprisingly empty of pending cases. My hard work allowing me to make partner has caused me to enjoy my job more and not work so much. All those long nights of articling, working as a junior barrister. No time for my feminine needs then has caused an overwhelming need to enjoy it now. I sit back and cross my legs and open my email as my secretary walks in. "Hello sir!" "Good morning Val." My previous secretary retired after 20 years at the firm. HR hired Val about a month ago. To my amazement she has been a huge help. Even more than helpful, she is a 30 year old stylish girl next door that is easy on the eyes. We seem to enjoy each others company, me only being a few years older, we have things in common. I would tend to guess we have more things in common than she would ever believe. Val sits in my office and crosses her legs at her ankles and brushes her long blonde hair behind her ears. "How was your weekend Mr. Phelps?" "Please call me Gary, Val. We don't need the Mr. all the time." "Ok Gary! What did you do this weekend?" I think quickly. I slept in Saturday and had a bath. Had my eyebrows waxed and a pedicure after lunch. Oh and went out for diner and a show with my friend Stacey. Hmm, should I tell her the truth? Or should I tell her something else. She may understand my needs, and want to know about my real life. Not yet, it is too soon for that. "Oh, Val, I didn't do much on Saturday I stated. But I did have a chance to go for a long run Sunday morning and hit the gym Sunday afternoon." Val was impressed. "We should get together for a run sometime. I never have a chance to run with anyone!" "Sure," I say thinking of running with the well put together Val. "Well tomorrow at lunch would be great I have a route planned out, meet me at the main doors," she said, as she left my office. Well I guess I am running tomorrow I thought to myself. She knows how to convince me, or did she give me a chance to say no? Well who would turn her down anyhow? I worked through my cases and tried to delegate what I could. I wanted to have a long lunch to hit some shops. I grabbed a cereal bar and another coffee and hit the street window shopping. The new fall collections are on the racks and I need more clothes. Not of the male variety, I am talking about a new pair of boots that would set the stage for some new jeans, skirts and anything else I could make an excuse to buy. As I look at all the options I have as a woman I pout to myself. Such a shame to not wear these clothes everyday, having them sit in my closet waiting for time after work, and on weekends makes no sense. I lose myself in thought as I stroll along the walk way. I apply my lip conditioner as I walk, feeling my hips sway in the cool air. I instantly think heels. I crave the feel of heels and the sultry way they make me walk. The next store is an Italian shoe importer. I walk over to a pair of 4" stilettos that call for me. I ask the woman for a size 9 with out batting an eye. I sit untie my loafers and admire my weekend pedicure. A light beige / brown color graces my toenails. The woman returns and sets the brown heels out for me to try. The young woman smiles and says the pair just came in this morning. I smile back and slip into the heels. My calves tighten and my ass firms as I stride to the mirror. Perfect I say to my self seeing the reflection in the mirror. The heels poke out from my male attire. The saleswoman comments that they look good with my suit and smiles. I giggle. "I have a much more appropriate skirt suit waiting to accompany these shoes," I say. "Well next time I would love to see the complete outfit," the saleswoman says in a flirty tone. "I will plan to do that," I say as I pull out my credit card to pay for the $200 dollar heels. I walk out of the store buzzing with excitement. What a wonder woman, and what a great pair of heels. I should have worn them back to the office. Who would care? I make a mental point of returning to the store. I walk into my office and sit at my desk enjoying the fact that my day has been nothing but wonderful. Val calls me on the intercom and says I have a client waiting. I straighten myself and ask her to bring the client in. I welcome the client and Val, pointing to a chair to be seated. As I do so I see the bag with the heels in it on the chair. What was I thinking, why did I bring my new heels back with me? Val walks to the bag and states, "sorry Mr. Phelps I left this bag here as the phone rang earlier." I stated, "No problem." as Val left the room with my new shoes. My meeting was uneventful as usual. This career in law seems to go from crazy exciting to routine and boring. I return to my desk and check my email. Nothing. I go to my other account and check Beverly's email account. The inbox showed 20 emails to be opened. I guess Beverly is much more popular than Gary! Makes sense, I think to myself feeling my lingerie tight against my body. A woman can always turn heads. A man doesn't have the ability to get a room charged up making an entrance in a sexy outfit. The emails consist of a few "hey how are things," from some of my other ts/cd/tv friends. The usual emails from a few guys telling me how hot I am and how big their dick is. What are they thinking? I have been in both sets of shoes and sadly realize some guys are pathetic. Those guys do nothing but make woman want other woman. Myspace has been a great way to meet other woman like me that love fashion, femininity and have to balance being male sometimes. There are lots of us girls out there. We are hurting no one but our selves suppressing our inner femme. Off to change the world tangent. "Mr. Phelps! I mean Gary." "Yes Val." "I love these heels," she states as she closes my office door and does a model turn in front of me. Her heels are in her hand and mine are on her feet. "These are a great find," she says to me. "Oh, ah those are... ah..." "Gary I know you are a very fashionable man," she says. Val sits on my desk and crosses her legs. Her ankles rotate and show off my new heels on her smooth legs. "Well. I do love fashion I say." She puts her heels in the shoe box and places the box back in the bag and sets it next to me. "You don't mind if I borrow these until tomorrow Gary?" "Ah no. I say." Val turns and walks out of my office ensuring she sells all her curves and sexiness in her stride. Wow, what just happened? I looked down at the box next to me and opened it. There were Val's size 9, 3.5" black open toe heels. I picked them up. They were warm and slightly moist. What is the chance of us having the same size feet? I was 5'8", not tall not short. I guess she is about the same, athletic build firm well taken care of body. She sure knows how to handle herself. I don't seem to get many options presented to me when she makes a statement. I think I kind of like that... I am not sure what to do next. I sit and let my mind wonder and dream of Val and her ability to be so mysterious and aggressive. The day is almost over I walk out into the lobby wondering if Val is going to question me more on my lunch hour purchase. She is not at her desk. A note reads, "I love the heels and look forward to our run tomorrow so we have a chance to catch up while we are out of the office." The drive home is quick. I slip out of my suit and pull on a simple comfortable skirt. I miss the weight of my bra and breasts. I put on a bra and place my c cup forms in place. It just seems more familiar as I pull on a light sweater over my chest. I take a breath and relax onto my couch. What a great day with some interesting twists. I curl my smooth legs under my body as I take a sip of red wine and eat some pasta. Oprah is on TV. talking about her favorite things. After eating I put on my makeup and head out to the store to pick up some groceries. The cool air wraps around my legs and up my skirt as I exit my car. The feel of a cool breeze on my legs while in a skirt always makes me smile and want a warm smooth woman to curl up around me and warm me up. My heels click as I walk the aisles and fill my cart. I notice a few long looks from fellows, usually looking at my legs. Not a lot of women wear skirts and heels out. Seems like sweat pants and loose jeans have become more of a norm. I always wonder when people look at me while out dressed. Are they seeing an attractive woman or a guy in a dress? I try not to think of that and just be confident. No one cares about me; everyone has their own life and people to care about. Why should a guy in a dress that they don't know make a difference to there life? I have never had anything bad happen to me. I am me. As I get into bed I feel the cool sheets warm up as I lie in my satin night gown and drift asleep. My alarm jolts me out of bed not knowing why I should be getting out of bed. I realize that it is time to get going. The snooze button has already been pushed. I hit the shower and touch up a few hairs on my legs and underarm, other than that smooth and soft. I look in the mirror at my hair and wonder if a few highlights might be nice. The shoulder length hair is unisex, a few lighter brown highlights would be a nice change. Why not? I slip into pink boyshort panties and choose a more casual sport coat for the day. I run my hands through my hose drawer knowing I want to wear them but not today. I grab my work our bag and get on the road. As I am pulling into Starbuck's my head lightens as I focus on a set of legs stepping out of a car. Black sheer hose, heels and a back skirt suit. The woman stands turns and walks out in front of my car. A hint of black lace at the bust, the skirt suit fits like a well designed Italian master piece. She lifts her sunglasses off her face and places then into her back curls. I am starting too really like mornings. I step into line in the coffee shop and smell the familiar shampoo from yesterday. Her stance in her suit perched on her heels is done with grace and power. This woman knows who she is and what she is made of. What a sense of femininity, power and class. I speak without thinking. "I love your suit!" The woman turns and smiles. "I guess you must have a great sense of style then," the woman states. I am flabbergasted at my next statement. "You wear it like it was made for a body like yours." My mind pulls out from the fog. What did I just say? This woman is far too beautiful to talk to a femme man like me. "I bought it at WOMAN on 9th and 2nd street. I seem to find a lot of business attire that works for me there." The woman looks straight into my face and says, "I thought you might have noticed my new heels too." Her leg lifts in front of me and she turns it to view her sexy legs and heels. "They look great too," I say in defense. The woman's coffee is ready, she grabs it and walks past saying, "I'm Hillary nice to meet you." I stare as she walks with authority across the parking lot, her legs catching the morning light. The rest of the morning goes as usual, files to review, meetings and then lunch. I enter the men's room to change for our run. I slip out of my panties and pants at the same time to hide my pink panties. I reach into my bag and pick out my shorts. 'Hmmm guess I am wearing my black tight Lycra short shorts.' I pull them on and look down at my smooth hairless legs. My top is a tight black tank, I grab my cap to keep my hair out of my eyes and run off to meet Val. I see Val from a distance. Wow, almost the same outfit. She has a purple sports bra on showing off her tight tummy. Not much left to imagine, her breasts are held tightly with a bit of cleavage. Our eyes meet and we both smiles. I must have blushed, knowing that my secret was getting out. We took off at a nice pace running next to each other. Val was obviously very fit based on our fast pace. We stopped in the park to do a few stretches. We both glistened with sweat. "I guess we both have the same taste in shoes," Val states. I think about making an excuse and pause. "I guess we do, and the same size," I say. Val smiles. "By the look of you in your jogging gear we could be sisters." We did seem to be the same size, her the blonde babe and me the brown haired guy that craves being a woman. We start jogging again and Val starts with the questions. "How long have you been dressing?" "I can always remember sneaking around wearing my sister's clothes. Then when I as older I would just be drawn into stores and bought clothes and love wearing them." My voice cracked as I finished my story and a tear slips from my eye mixing with the sweat on my face. Val lovingly said she had no problem with me and that she really wanted to be my friend. I appreciated her support and stopped and gave her a hug. The hug was reciprocated, and Val looked in my eyes and said she could always tell. We sat on a bench and talked, Val saying she new I wore lingerie to work under my male clothes and that she thought it was very sexy. The well kept body, eyebrows and fingernails were different than metro sexual men. I had a soft touch, Val continued. Val was new to the city and really needed someone to hang out with. She has had relationships with both men and women and never was content with one, or the other. The lunch hour sped past as I poured out my life story. The first time in full makeup, the first shopping trip dressed, the love of fine lingerie and heels. Not understanding why I had these feelings. The guilt that I was weird and not normal. The stories of the sports I played and the very male life I lived, always accented with a need to feel and be feminine. Val listened without judging me, her arms embracing my body like she has known me for years. We slowly walked back to the office. Our last hour together had been the first time I had ever shared my inner soul with someone and it made me feel free to be accepted by such a beautiful person. I made my way back to my office. My life of sneaking about in female clothing flashed in front of my eyes. Almost getting caught so many times and the few times I did. How I tried to explain, there were no conclusive excuses other than, I like to wear females clothes, they are nicer than mine. I feel the weight of my femininity on my shoulders now. What is Val thinking? I just told her a ton of information that must seem very weird to her. The weird thing is that she doesn't find it weird. Is she going to blackmail me? Why be nice to me. I am her boss, but that doesn't mean much. Is she really trying to be my friend? All these question bounced through my head as I drove home, ate and tried to fall asleep. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Morning again. Where is time going? My shower is long and hot; my head hurts from all my mind cramping thoughts rushing around. I dress and drive off to work. I don't want to go to work, I want to just drive. Starbuck's appears and I go in and order a coffee and sit down. I have never sat in this place. I am always running to work or court. I like the idea of slowing down and drinking a coffee. The paper is on the table so I read about Lindsay Lohan. What a life she has. Got it all, but not able to enjoy life in crazy Hollywood. Curly brown hair appears above my paper. I lower it to see my three mornings in a row of sexy business women. She is on her way out. Her look in my direction seems to indicate she missed my stupid comment of the morning. Didn't catch your name, she said. Oh ah ya, I am Gary. Her outfit consists of a skirt and blouse covered by a long leather coat tied at the waist. Firm tanned legs present themselves in tight 3" heeled boots. She flowed across the floor out to her car. She is what I want to be. Strong sexy, professional business woman that demands respect and gets it. I pull out my phone and call in sick to the office. I leave a message on Val's machine. I get into my car and drive out into the county. Fields on my left, houses on my right. I have been driving for two hours. I pull in and walk through some stores. I treat myself to a matching red bra and panty set, also a bustier with garters for special occasions. I was able to buy some nice stockings in near black and a few pairs of thong panties. I bought some sheer energy panty hose in black and beige. Next on to another store, DKNY. The sales woman asked if I was buying for my girlfriend, I said, "No for myself. I just bought new lingerie and want a new outfit." "I have just what you want she said," after looking at my lingerie purchase. Next I have a patterned skirt and tight designer blouse and sexy jacket in my arms, and I am pushed into a change room with the sales woman. The woman reaches into my lingerie bag while telling me her name. Her name is Lindsay and she loves guys like me. Ok, I think. This will work well with my spur of the moment shopping spree. "Take off all those male clothes she says." I do so while she states that I have a very smooth sexy body. I pull on the new panties and bra. "No no," Lindsay says. "The bustier would be sexier." Ok, the bra wouldn't feel right without my forms. The bustier feels very sexy! I role up the near black stockings and slide them up. This must have got Lindsay hot because she was pressing her hand up under her skirt against her pussy. I straightened out my garters and slipped on the skirt. A dark black short patterned skirt that had a slit up the right thigh. The blouse was almost a club top but a bit classier, tight waist and ample breast room. Lucky that the bustier helped me there. The light pink top worked well with the bustier and the worn long black leather jacket that finished the outfit. Lindsay approached me and kissed my on the lips, saying after, "my god girl you are sexy." I felt good but had no shoes or makeup. Lindsay read the situation and said she had the perfect boots. I called out, size 9. Lindsay returned with a form fitting pointed toe 3.5" heeled boot. I pulled them on. They were tall, reaching the top of my calves. I walked out of the change room and towards a mirror. Wow, I liked the look. I looked and felt 25 years old. The boots were like tight gloves, the lingerie magic. My groin twitched with excitement. I had no makeup! That would polish off the look. I thanked Lindsay as I went back to the change room. I gathered up my stuff and put it into the bag. "You're going to wear that home I hope," Lindsay said. "Oh I would love to." As I was sitting there collecting my stuff Lindsay leaned into me and kissed me again. Can we get together some time she asked? I said, "I would be sad if we didn't." She smiled and kissed me again while pushing my legs apart and running her hands up my boots and then my stocking covered thighs. The movement of her hands slowly up my legs caused me to take a big breath and arch my back with excitement. The skirt was now around my waist. Her tongue was now on my stocking covered thighs. My clit ached in my panties. Her mouth gulped up my clit and her hands grasped my ass pulling me into her wet mouth and throat. I tried not to scream. This woman knew what she was doing. She worked my clit up and down while flicking her finger against my back door and kneading my ass with her finger nails. The tight feel of the bustier and the boots along with her smooth mouth was amazing. My toes curled in the nylon and leather, while my nipples tingled with the lace of the bustier. My loins twitched and released into Lindsay's ever active mouth, my clit was sucked dry. The tips of my fingers and toes went numb and my head dizzy as she slowly caressed my clit and ass, pinched my nipples and kissed my lips. I closed my eyes and let my senses complete this amazing experience. Lindsay hugged me while I attempted to gain my composure. I stumbled out into the store paid and got Lindsay's number. She suggested I head down to MAC for my makeup. I sat down and told the MAC rep to make me up as sexy as possible. She was more than happy to help me as I sat in the afterglow. My cell rang as she worked. It was Val. "Gary I was worried." "Hi Val I am Beverly today and I am doing much better. I had a bad night over thinking everything we talked about yesterday. I have collected myself and am preparing for a major change. I am getting a makeover, can we meet for diner, my treat?" "A makeover?" Val states. "I will show you the end product tonight at 8:00 Julio's. See you then Val." The MAC girl asks, "Hot date?" "Ah yes, very attractive woman, very special and kind. The whole package I would say." The MAC girl comments on my face glowing and the arrangement of my stylish outfit. I thank her and say, I had a great stylist. My drive back to the city was amazing, I felt like a supermodel in an amazing outfit. As I shifted gears and drove I noticed the little things, like my thighs rubbing encased in nylon, using the clutch in heels, my bustier holding me tight, the weight of my mascara on my lashes and the taste of my lipstick. I couldn't stop smiling as I drove to meet Val. I pulled into the parking lot and looked in the mirror. Would Val recognize me? I open my car door and rotate my sexy nylon covered legs out of my car. My skirt rides high up my thighs. I step out of my car while grabbing my purse. I walk with feminine authority in my heels as I cross the parking lot. I check the time on my cell phone, 8:14, a bit late. Oh well, I am stylishly late and get to make a formal entrance for Val. I see Val in a booth towards the back of the restaurant. The woman at the front door greeted me, "Good evening miss." I flash a smile and say, "It is a great evening. I am joining a girlfriend." I feel the high of my nerves and hormones mix in my veins. I hardly feel my feet move in my heels. I feel my eyes and emotions focus on how Val is going to react. I am not disappointed as I walk up to Val at the table. Val had picked a flat black casual cocktail dress, strapless form fitting to above her knee. A purple wrap graced the tops of her shoulders, and 4" heels on her feet. She rose to her feet as her mouth drooped open and gave me a very comforting hug. A soft, "Hello Bev," is whispered into my ear. We part our embrace slowly, Val's hand softly brushing across my bottom. "Mmmm, so nice to be in the presence of this woman." I pull out my chair and sweep my skirt under myself as I sit. We both enjoy a moment of silence smiling at each other and recognizing this ground breaking moment we just shared. Gary to Beverly, the story of a person's life shared openly and honestly. This is such a remarkable situation to be in. Both Val and I have truly engaged in a very unique relationship. We settle in to a nice conversation and sip on red wine. I start to really feel relaxed with Val. I slip my heel off and casually glide my nylon covered foot up Val's nylon covered leg. I feel a tingle go up my neck and notice a seductive smile form across Val's lips. Just the reaction I was hoping to generate. I had always wanted to do it and I finally have. "I guess it is not only done in the movies," I say out loud. Val wiggles in her chair and takes a long slow breath. Val compliments me on my outfit and makeup. I say, "It was just one of those days that required some personal time as therapy. But now I don't want to be alone, I want you as some company. I need to share my day's accomplishments. Thanks for joining me tonight Val." We reach for each other's hands across the table and embrace them in a warm sign of respect. "It seems like I can't stop thinking about you Beverly. I want to be with you and know you better and enjoy your company. We have so much in common." Val's eyes sparkle with a sexy warm sense of being. This woman was making me extremely horny. The atmosphere in the restaurant combined with the wine and our sensual contact has made me keenly aware of my lingerie contacting my sensitive skin. 'We are going to have to get out of here soon,' I think to my self while a hot smile crosses my face. I sense the sexy woman across from me may be feeling the same way. I ask the waitress for the bill, while gracefully running my foot up Val's leg, this time I make it to her inner thighs before completing my flirtatious move. The waitress lingers a split second longer than necessary to smell the strong sense of sexy chemistry between Val and me. The waitress returned to our table with the bill and states, "I wish I was having as good of a night as you two." I say, "Thank you," and state, "the night is only beginning." Val and I join arms and make our way out to my car. The night is nice and cool, a great escape from the fire that has been burning in me while gazing into Val's eyes all night. I slip into the driver's seat and open the door for Val. She playfully joins me in my car and leans across and locks my lips with hers. What a jolt of electricity, my heart jumps a second time as Val slides her hand up my skirt along my thighs. Our tongues dance and then we separate. "Oh my, Val. That is enough for now! I have to collect myself to be able to drive. Save some of that for when we get to my place." I try to focus my eyes on the woman next to me. Her dress has made its way high up her thighs exposing toned long legs. The nylon across her legs in the low light glistens as the street lights pass. Her radiant smile makes me feel like I have won a million dollars. I turn the engine off and exit my car. My legs wobble in my heels, my head feels light. My dream of a beautiful understanding woman is occurring, I cannot believe it. Val runs up to me like an energized teenager embracing me with a big hug and a quick wet kiss. We enter my place while Val surveys the surroundings. "It feels like we are on a 6th date," Val states, with a laugh. We kick off our heels and collapse on each other on my couch. We find each other wrapped in each others arms, legs intertwined eyes locked. I feel tears forming in my eyes as Val's body warms against mine. "It can be very lonely being me," I say. "I have been dreaming of meeting a woman like you since I was 13 years old, when I realized I am different." Val smiles and says, "I am here for you, let's not worry about anything but getting to better know each other tonight." We enjoy a few minutes of quiet embrace. The slightest move of either of our bodies being intensified by the emotional crescendo of the night's events. Val makes the first move of brushing my hair off my neck and slowly kissing my neck and slowly moves across the top of my chest. With the greatest of grace my top is parted and brushed aside to make way for those beautiful full lips. My nails dig into the material of the couch as I embrace the fantastic touch of my lover. Minutes pass and the careful work of my girl leaves me in nothing but my lingerie. Val had worked her way all the way to my toes. I feel her tongue lightly pass over my toes, my inner thighs and slowly over a firm hard clit pushing out of my panties. Val's hair lightly passes over my stomach over and over again as she attends to my excited clit. I moan and push my hips forward, feeling the presence of my bustier. I watch as Val raises her head up and her eyes meet mine. "You like baby?" Val questions seductively. I note the break as a chance to change my pace. "Yes I do enjoy your company honey. But time to get you out of that dress so I can access all those assets." I raise myself up from the couch and connect with Val for a passionate kiss. My hands are working the zipper of her dress as we embrace and fondle each other. Val's breasts fall from the grasps of her dress into my hands and mouth. I push Val onto her back on the couch and pull her dress off across her legs. Her smooth sexy body glistens in the low light of my home. I take a second to admire my lovely Val. Her legs are encased in a super sheer set of hose with built in lace panties. The rest of her body is consistent with an athletic woman with curves where they should be. Val smiles! "What are you looking at Beverly?" "Well I would say a 10 out of 10 woman that is my dream come true." I lift her foot and softly massage her arch through the sheer nylon. I stare at her beautiful face and watch as she starts to enjoy the special treatment. My mouth waters and I lightly lick her cute little toes. My hands slowly run their way up her legs and cup her groin and lightly press against her moist vagina and clit. I run my hands back down her leg to her other foot and repeat this action a few times. I feel my panties being stretched and decide to pull them to the side to allow my clit some much needed space. I lower myself over Val and feel her breasts against mine. My clit finds its way against the nylon between her legs. Our lips and tongues dance together while ours bodies press against each other and move side to side. I notice our breathing starting to pick up pace and the space on the couch becoming too limited. I reach between Val's legs and tear the delicate black nylon fabric allowing for better access to her body. I scoop up under Val's body and lower her to the carpeted floor. She spins around and grasps onto my clit with her lips. I sense her moist pussy next to my mouth and let my tongue go to work on her clit. My hands pull on her firm ass while I press my mouth and tongue into her womanhood. The sensation of Val working my clit while I worked hers was almost too much to take. We settle into a slower more delicate pace of tender oral sex. My pace with my mouth rapidly increases as I note her hips grind on my face and sensual moaning increase. I pinch her right nipple and embrace both her breasts. My fingers venture into her pussy assisting my mouth with the first of three orgasms. Val lowers herself onto me from her previous position on her hands and knees above me. "More," she says between moans. I roll around behind her and position myself grabbing onto her hips. My clit has been waiting for this hot love channel. I slowly enter Val's amazing body. Val violently pushes her hips back onto my clit and starts getting into rhythm with me. Oh my, I pump forward feeling her round firm ass on my abdomen. I reach forward and grasp her breasts. I quicken my thrusts orgasming as Val settles to the floor enjoying hers. We say nothing lying in each others arms. Five minutes later Val says, "Wow what happened? I haven't had sex like that in years." I reply saying, "I have never had sex like that. You are amazing girl!" "Well how do you like my floor?" I say laughing. "I like hard and firm, Val states. I guess I got what I needed. But now I need soft and sensual. The next part of my home tour is going to be your bedroom, please Beverly." I take Val's hand and lead her to my bed. We curl up together and fall asleep. Saturday mornings are always great, but this morning I opened my eyes to watch Val tip toe across my room to the washroom. Yes she was in nothing but her natural glory. As she returned to bed she noticed my eyes open and my smile. She quickened her step and runs and jumps onto me. My arms are pinned to the bed at my sides as she nibbles my neck and kisses my lips. My body begins to waken. I close my eyes and enjoy the attention I am receiving from the toned and talented woman caressing my body. Before I know it she is well on her way to my climax. The feel of rapid deep sucking of my clit, to the slow sensual drag of the tip of her wet tongue up the length of me was unreal. I open my eyes to view the beauty of Val shimmering in the morning light. Wow. My body tightens and I climax into the hungry mouth of my Val. The last bit of cum is sucked out of me with amazing tenderness. Val curls up in my arms as I drift in and out of sleep. Her leg is across mine, allowing her moist vagina to rest against my smooth thigh. "I could get used to this Val!" "I think you should take good care of your well behaved secretary." "Oh I plan on it." I motion to Val to allow me to get my tongue into action and start her day off right. Val stops me and says that she wants to build up her horniness all day, tempting her with me dressed as a sexy secretary. "Hmm," I state. "Sounds like a good day. I have a bit of a thing for office attire, especially if it is supported by some French knickers!!!" "I would love to check out your wardrobe babe," Val states with a wink, "since we are the same size and both extremely fashionable. I bet you have more shoes and more lingerie than I!!" "I just might. But either way you are welcome to any of my femme attire. Don't even thing of jumping into the male drab." Time stops for a second and I realize the situation I am in. The past 24 hours have been intense and enjoyable. A full 24 hours in Bev's glory, fulfilling my needs and wants. Can this be sustainable? Is Val really who she seems to be? This is too good to be real. The little man on my other shoulder gets his chance and says, 'enjoy what you have and don't screw it up.' I look across at Val going through my closet with a big smile on her face. Who could turn down this situation? Val slips on a pair of sheer Brazilian panties and a lace bra and a t-shirt and states she feels right at home. I smile and ask her to pick something out for me. She tosses me a little black thong and a t- shirt. "You are perky hun," Val states, "those boobs of yours are a dream! I guess you can pass on the bra." We end up in the kitchen drinking coffee and flipping through Cosmo magazines on my couch. We feel like long time girl friends able to talk about anything to each other. To be continued...