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Swap Night, Carolyn's Side By: Zylux I met Dan at a company where I'm employed as an executive secretary. I was bringing some papers to the engineering secretary when I caught a glimpse of someone I hadn't seen before on one of the design teams. Of course any new man in the company becomes the subject of all the single women (and a few of the married ones) in the company, especially if he's unattached. "So Fran, who's the new guy?" "You mean Dan? The Delta team brought him in to help develop some new technology for that big government contract." "Come on, you know what I'm really after." "What, you're interested in him? I wouldn't think you would be. He's rather slim, light build and sort of fair of face, more boyish than manly. Seem to be rather conservative too. All in all, not much to get excited about. It's too bad, as he's a real nice guy, smart too, with a good sense of humor." "Speaking from experience, an average guy with intelligence and a sense of humor beats a self absorbed hunk any day when it comes to a lasting relationship." "I don't think you are going to find a lasting relationship with this one. He's a consultant and I imagine he spends quite a lot of time away from home." "Just where does he call home?" "I heard someone say that he lives not too far from here. It was the main reason he took this job over other offers." "Sounds better and better, now I just have to 'engineer' a way to meet him." "Cute, but that's going to be difficult; he pretty much stays within engineering. Even brings his lunch with him and eats it here, although on Friday I believe the team is going out to lunch. You might be able to run into him as they pass the lunch room on their way to the lobby." "You say he brings his own lunch, hmmm. Thanks Fran." Friday was less than two days away; I would have to form my battle plan quickly. By Friday morning I had indeed come up with a plan and proceeded to dress for battle. I usually wear my brunette hair short and simple with just a bit of sass. For this day however, I decided to set it the night before to reflect a more complex and sophisticated look, usually associated with the 1950's but with a slightly modern flair. In keeping with a conservative theme, I selected my black, knee length, slim skirt suit. Under the fitted jacket I wore a white blouse with a collar that had long ends which I tied into an ascot. Black one and one half inch heels completed the look. I reviewed myself in the full length mirror. It was perfect, just the conservative but sophisticated look I was going for. It was definitely going to turn his head. At work, the morning seemed to drag by and I was beginning to think lunch wouldn't come. I usually ate in the lunch room, preferring my leftovers from some previous night's dinner over some restaurant or sandwich shop. Lunch did come, in its own sweet time, and I headed for the lunch room a little early to get set up. From the lunchrooms employee refrigerator, I retrieved my plastic container with its eclectic mix of leftovers. But instead of moving to the microwave oven, I took a strategic spot from which I could see Dan coming. I didn't have long to wait. The Delta team came marching down an aisle that would indeed take them past the lunchroom. Dan was on the outside with his head turned to the person next to him, engaged in conversation. If he stayed that way just a little longer, then he would be looking into the lunchroom as he passed. As the Delta team came closer, I was able to get a good look at Dan. He was as fair of face as Fran had said, but I still found him attractive, sort of in that puppy dog way. Fran was also right about him being very slim, almost as slim as me. It meant that Dan was the right size and look for something that I had dreamed about for a long time. But getting him to do it would be chancy. He would have to have an adventurous streak in him and be willing to step outside the conventional box. But first I had to start dating him, and I had a plan for that too, one that I would put in motion come Sunday, assuming of course, that he would be interested in me to begin with. It was time to find out. I started to move across the room toward the microwave oven, raising my left hand up behind my left ear touching my hair, making sure he would have a clear look at it. Suddenly, I could feel him stare at me just before I reached the microwave. He continued on with the group, but it didn't matter, I was sure my plan was working. Now I just had to wait for Sunday. Sunday morning I awoke and hopped out of bed, eager to start my usual day off morning routine. It was after breakfast that I was able to turn my attentions to my plan. I had already decided that I would fix chicken for dinner, but not how. Scanning over all my chicken recipes took some time. It was toward the end that one jumped out at me, Moroccan chicken stew. It was exotic enough to hopefully grab Dan's attention, but that could be ensured by adding fresh ground grains of paradise. It's a little known spice with a taste similar to black pepper, but has a more complex and floral flavor. I keep a well stocked pantry and it didn't take long to confirm that I had everything needed to prepare the stew. The hard part would be waiting until it was time to fix dinner. That evening I got to work on the stew. I got out my large saut? pan and put it on the stove top. A little olive oil was added and the burner set to medium heat. While it heated up, a flour and spice mixture was created using typical Moroccan spices and the grains of paradise. A couple of onions were sliced and added to the pan along with some minced garlic. Some chicken thighs were skinned, boned, cut into bite sized pieces, and then coated with the flour and spice mixture. My attention returned to the onions and garlic which had become soft and golden and were removed to a bowl. The chicken went into the pan and was lightly browned on all sides. The onions and garlic were added back to the pan along with crushed tomatoes, garbanzo beans, raisins, and black olives. The heat was reduced to a simmer and ten minutes later, it was ready. That night I ate well. The stew came out as exotic as I had wanted and there was more than enough left for Monday's lunch. It had been sometime since I had last prepared that recipe. I couldn't figure out why I didn't make it more often. It was fast, easy, and delicious, perfect for anyone busy with a career and with little time to cook during the week. Enough for lunch was portioned out and stored in the refrigerator in a plastic container. Everything was set. Monday morning soon found me at work. I stopped off at the lunchroom to put my lunch in the refrigerator, and then headed for my desk. But my mind was definitely not on the mornings work. I was too preoccupied with lunch and hoping that Dan had taken an interest in me. Fortunately, everything was routine and didn't require much attention. I could run on auto pilot for the most part. When lunch time came around, I made my usual trek to the lunchroom. I gave a quick look around the room and spotted my objective at one of the tables reading a newspaper. He had indeed taken an interest in me and situated himself at a table I would most likely pass on my way to the refrigerator and microwave oven. I thought to myself, "This is going to be all too easy". As I passed behind Dan, I caught a whiff of his lunch. It was beef stew and I could also smell red wine. Beef Bourguignon, not bad. But there was something else that caused me to pause for just a moment. I couldn't put my finger on it, some tantalizing aroma I just couldn't identify. He was up to something as well. This wasn't going to be as easy as I had thought; I would have to be cautious. The container with my lunch was retrieved from the refrigerator and placed in the micro. I punched in a couple of minutes and waited for the bell to inform me that my lunch was warmed up. I then headed back toward Dan, but on the other side of the table. I stopped opposite him and looked down trying to look as friendly as possible. "That smells really good, did you make it?" He looked up into my eyes and started to rise. A gentleman, nice. "Please, you don't have to get up. Hi, I'm Carolyn, may I join you?" "Please do and I'm Dan. Yes, I did make it for Saturday's dinner; it's just leftovers. That's the problem when cooking for one, usually there's enough left for another meal and a lunch or two." "I know just what you mean, behold, my leftovers from last night." "It smells better then mine, chicken stew with Moroccan ingredients and seasoning if I'm not mistaken. I suspect that you must be a very good cook." I flirted a bit and then gave a smile that probably reflected my inner thoughts. We had a common ground and I was being presented with the perfect lead in to my ultimate goal. "You must be a food enthusiast, you're exactly right. Would you like to swap lunches?" "I would indeed. It will be a pleasure to eat a decent meal for a change. On the other hand, I'm not that good a cook and this could be hazardous to your health. Sure you want to take a chance?" "This company has an in-house med. station with nurse. I shouldn't be in too much danger." I again flirted a bit. I could almost see his mind at work. He was hooked. We each sampled the others lunch. He suddenly looked up at me in surprise; he had tasted my secret ingredient. Surprisingly, he was able to recognize it, while I on the other hand, still couldn't identify his secret ingredient. With a little flirting, I managed to coax it from him. He had used a wee bit of blackberry liquor, most unusual. He just might have that adventurous streak I was looking for. Our conversation centered mostly on our mutual love of cooking, but I was soon able to steer it to a more personal level. Our lives were almost a mirror image. We had both failed at marriage and decided that our careers would only get in the way of any future marriage. Like me, Dan was just looking for an intimate friendship. We continued to swap lunches for the rest of the week and had some stimulating conversations. But things changed a bit with the coming of Thursday's lunch. Dan seemed to be a little nervous, and I quickly realized that he wanted to ask me for a date. I made a pause in the conversation to give him a chance. "I have really enjoyed sharing lunch with you and I think an evening with you would be even better. I would very much like to cook you a dinner. Might you be interested?" "Since I've yet to have had to pay the nurse a visit, I'd love it!" "Great! How about this Saturday, say eight?" "You're on." I couldn't help flirting a bit, nor could I help feeling victorious. We were skipping ahead to dinner at his place. My plan was coming together faster than expected, but I began to worry that my body language and enthusiasm might give the game away. He seemed to be captivated by my eyes, so I figured I might be able to distract his thoughts by gazing back at him. For most of Saturday, I debated with myself over what to wear for dinner with Dan. I finally settled on a sheath dress as it is simple and yet, has an air of class about it that just really couldn't be matched. And red, it had to be red. That would grab his attention with a grip that wouldn't be easily broken. Then to emphasize class, it needed to be knee length. I had just such a dress, complete with a classic rounded neckline. But I wanted more. I was looking through my belts when I spotted one buried behind all the others. It was a narrow black belt with a small, jeweled heart shaped buckle, and I just happened to have a pair of two inch red heels with a small jeweled heart on top that would match up perfectly. A short, single strand diamond necklace with matching heart shaped earrings and a red clutch purse would complete the look I wanted. As the appointed hour drew near, I started to get ready. I took great care with each step in the process. My hair, makeup, and outfit all had to be perfect. It was time consuming but well worth it as my full length mirror reveled that I had achieved the look I wanted. It was simple and classic with a sophisticated look that could not be ignored. Audrey would have loved it. Dan would be speechless. All was in readiness and it was time for me to go. Finding Dan's house was easy thanks to the best set of directions that I had ever been given. It must have been due to Dan's engineering background. His house was in a typical tract in a quiet, clean looking neighborhood. I parked in front and walked up to the front door, rang the doorbell and waited, holding my purse with both hands in front of me. Dan opened the door and just stood there looking me over. He looked quite handsome in a dark brown suit (that fit him really well) with a tan shirt and a solid ocher colored tie. He motioned me in and escorted me into the living room where he left me to my own devices. I seized the opportunity to have a look around, hoping to gain a better insight into him through his choice in reading material. It was looking promising until I realized that it was too good. He must have made a few choice additions. Still, if most of it reflected reality, then he was definitely worth hanging on to. I was concluding my investigation when Dan called to me from the dining room. Slinking in from the living room, I noticed that he had placed the first course, a chilled bowl of borscht, on the table. A few years back, I had the fortune to partake in real Russian borscht in a small restaurant in Northern California owned by a husband and wife team who had recently emigrated from Russia. I was anxious to see how Dan's efforts compared. He pulled out and held a chair for me. He seated himself and we started in. With the first taste I quickly looked up at him. It had a hot, spicy bite that wasn't supposed to be there, and I liked it. "You have departed from the traditional recipe I see." "I decided to add a little heat, so to speak, to our cold soup with a few shots of Tabasco." "I like it. You seem to be willing to move outside the norm, try things that are different, perhaps even daring." "I suppose so, if in the right situation and with the right person." He had just said the right thing, and I looked at him with renewed interest in my goal. All I needed was a way to present it to him. We finished the soup and I was eager for the next course. Dan cleared the empty bowls to the kitchen and soon after reappeared with the main course. It was beef stroganoff and it looked and smelled very traditional. But the balsamic and ginger glazed baby carrots that accompanied the stroganoff were anything but Russian. However, they provided an interesting flavor contrast to the stroganoff sauce, and were definitely preferred to some more traditional boiled vegetables. The stroganoff was perfect, and Dan was proving to be a far better and innovative cook than he had clamed to be. Our conversation during dinner became deeper and covered many topics, including our personal lives. By dessert time I was beginning to question my goal. A good thing was forming between us, and I did increasingly not want to jeopardize it. I was falling for him and by the time the dessert came, my feelings had become stronger. For dessert he had prepared a decadent chocolate mousse with blackberries and blackberry sauce served in dark chocolate balloon cups. I love chocolate with a passion, and I swooned with the first taste. Surprisingly the blackberry flavor was even within the mousse. I was on a taste sensation thrill ride, and my body was moving to some inner sensual ecstasy. I returned to reality only to find Dan with that look on his face. You know the one. The one a guy gets when he thinks he's about to score. Men are so easy to read. I shied away, returning my attention to the dessert, hoping that he would figure out that he had gotten the wrong message. I'm not that kind of a girl, I need to have a feeling of commitment first. Our evening, as it had to, came to an end. I didn't want it to, but then again, there would be others. As Dan escorted me to the door, I seized the opportunity to insure that there would be more. "This has been the most wonderful evening I've had in a long time, too bad it has to come to an end. Now, it's my turn to cook for you. If your available, how's next Saturday, same time?" "You're on." I flirted a little, and the look on his face told me that I could proceed with my plan with a high probability of success. For some reason I sort of expected him to bring up sex, but when he didn't, I became a little miffed. As I turned to leave, I decided to make him pay for not asking and gave him something to watch as I walked away. As I drove home, I couldn't help thinking about what I really would have said if Dan had asked me to sleep with him. He didn't ask, so it's easy to say I wouldn't have. But what if he had asked? Given the moment and that my feelings for him seem to be growing beyond him being perfect for my dream goal, could I have said no? It was a question I couldn't in all honesty answer. We continued to see each other a couple of times a week. For a little while, it was just dinner and conversation, but romantic music and dancing were quickly added. Things were heating up between us and I wanted more, intimacy. Alright, I wanted sex. I was debating whether to wait for him to make the move or to just take him one night soon. My conflict was soon solved for me one night, as Dan was leaving my place. "So, it's Saturday at my place then. What do you say we make it a little different, a bit more special?" "What do you have in mind?" "How about a formal dinner, really formal, black tie and all?" "I'd love it! I've been dying for an opportunity to get into a formal evening gown, it's been so long and I so love wearing one. I'd just love to see you all dressed up as well." I didn't hesitate for an instant to flirt. It was perfect for more than just a lead into sex. I might be able to get a feeling if he could be tempted into giving my dream goal a try. My strategy from that point on began to form. I just had to wait for Saturday to come. My Saturday was spent preparing for that evening. I knew just the dress to wear. It was another one that had that Audrey aura. It's a shinny black sleeveless satin gown with a classic sweetheart neckline. The tight, form fitting bodice, is embroidered in a dull black floral pattern that flows across the body curving down onto the skirt. The skirt is very feminine, coming out perpendicular from the waist for a couple of inches, and then forming a stiff full skirt over an attached petticoat down to mid calf. Very elegant, but I made the skirt even fuller and spiced things up at the same time by adding a bright red petticoat under the skirts petticoat. To complete the outfit, I chose a diamond necklace that echoed the neckline with matching earrings, a pair of black elbow length gloves, a black clutch purse, and to send Dan a clear message, three inch black spiked heels. And to add that finishing touch, a black satin shawl. It was sexy with class. I toughed up my hair and makeup, give the mirror a smile, and was off to Dan's. Arriving at Dan's at the appointed hour, I pulled into the driveway and parked. The extra petticoat made extricating my self from the driver's side a bit difficult, and I had to straighten out the gowns skirt and the petticoats on the way to the front door and before ringing the doorbell. Dan answered the door and just stood there, looking very handsome in his tux with bow tie, staring at me. "Ummm, may I come in?" "Huh, oh yeah, sorry, I'm just stunned, you look sensational." "Thanks, and you look rather handsome yourself. I do like a man who's dressed up." "Dinners ready, shall we?" I stepped through the doorway, and then paused as Dan closed the door. He removed my shawl from behind and hung it up in the entry closet. I slipped my arm around his as we headed toward the dining room. He had gone all out in setting the table. The focal point was a centerpiece he had made from some fascinatingly curved and twisted thin branches emerging out of some brightly colored fall foliage. On each side of the centerpiece was a tall, slender candle, casting a romantic glow over the table. Everything from the plates and silverware to the individual butter dishes were appropriately arranged for our formal dinner. Either Dan had a talent I hadn't seen before, or he had done his homework. It didn't matter as it was the perfect setting for things to come. Dan pulled out and held a chair for me. I had to smile a little as he backed toward the kitchen, he just couldn't seem to take his eyes off me. I made sure that he got a clear view of my shoes with their implied message just before he disappeared into the kitchen. Dan emerged from the kitchen pushing a small cart before him. He parked it next to the table and got to work assembling a Caesar salad with flair and showmanship. I watched the performance with my left elbow on the table, resting my chin on the back of my hand and looking at him with more than dinner in mind. It was going to be an evening and a night to remember. Every course had been beautifully prepared and plated with the main course presenting another chance for a little show. Once again the cart was pressed into service. In the middle of the top tray was an oval shaped serving platter, on which was a long, beautifully golden brown pastry loaf. Carving tools were on one side of the platter and the plates on the other. On the plates was a rich dark brown sauce with a cute curved chain of white hearts. Dan picked up the carving knife and sliced off the end of the pastry loaf revealing a perfectly cooked beef tenderloin surrounded by a mushroom mixture within the pastry shell. He cutoff and arranged a couple of slices on each plate. He set each plate on the table with the flair of a ma?tre d'. The visual appeal, the textures, and the flavors all combined to create a wondrous experience. I moved with an inner ecstasy, and this time there were sexual overtones. We spent the rest of dinner just looking at each other. There wasn't any need for conversation beyond the occasional culinary comment. Dan's attention had been on my eyes, but as the evening progressed he seemed to be more and more focused on my gown. What ever thoughts he had about my gown, I wanted to reinforce them. So, when dinner ended and we moved to the dance floor, I made certain that he held me close enough for my gown's skirt to press against and past his legs. It worked, and he had a look on his face like, well, it almost seemed like he was fanaticizing what I was feeling and what it was like to wear such a gown. We danced for awhile and then took a break for dessert. Like dinner, Dan had gone all out by making individual chocolate souffl?s flavored with orange liquor. But as if that wasn't decadent enough, he proceeded to pierce each souffl? with a spoon and then pour into the opening, a warm dark chocolate ganache flavored with almond liquor. It was the ultimate flavor combination and I devoured each spoonful with sensual pleasure. I wanted him, but he seemed to want a little more dancing. Perhaps his thoughts were still more on my gown than me. That I would soon change. I allowed him to experience whatever wonders he wanted for a little bit, and then I bent back from him at the waist. I gazed into his eyes with the look of pure unmistakable sexual desire, and then resumed holding him. Dan got the message and I felt his hand sliding up my back in search of my gowns zipper. As the zipper was opened, the tightness of the bodice gradually relieved. I leaned my head back with my eyes closed and mouth slightly open, enjoying the slow release of the confining pressure. While I love the feel of the tightness, it was still a relief to be free of it. Dan started to kiss me on my neck moving down onto my shoulder as he pulled the zipper down. I moved away from him, sliding my hands under his arms until we hooked fingers. I pulled Dan toward where I thought the bedroom was. He took over and led me the rest of the way. In the bedroom we embraced and kissed, and then Dan started to undress me. He took hold of my gown on each side of the zipper and as I pulled back, he slid my gown down my arms and then worked it down to the floor, revealing the sexy red petticoat. I stepped out of the gown and watched with some amusement as Dan tried to lay it over a chair. The attached petticoat was bulky and combined with the slippery satin skirt, it just wanted to flow off the chair. When he at last obtained success, I took his hand, flirted, and with a look that said "your mine", pulled him to the bed. While part of me would love to shout to the world all the wonderful and sorted details of that unforgettable night, the much larger discretionary part of me says that's just not going to happen. The reader will have to make do with his or her own imagination. That night was a pivot point in our relationship. Our dinner get- togethers from then on included breakfast and many of the dinners themselves usually had some kind of theme. I could not ask for a better opportunity to introduce Dan to my plan. But first I had to be certain he wouldn't be scared away as I did not want to lose him. To that end, I kept presenting him with new ideas in the kitchen and the bedroom. Dan proved to be adventurous and open to a wide range of ideas. It was time to present him with a different dinner theme. Dinner was at my place and I had called for a formal dinner. The afternoon had been spent shopping and prepping for a surf and turf dinner. A few of the dishes could be prepped ahead and the rest could be brought to a point where they just needed to be finished or heated up just before dinner. With dinner under control I could turn my attentions elsewhere. I went to the bedroom to assemble an outfit for that evening, but not for me. From my closet, I pulled the gown I had worn to our first formal dinner at Dan's. Given his reactions to it on that night, I felt that it was the best choice that would give my plan any chance of success. But it wouldn't hurt to take out a little insurance. Earlier in the day I had scrounged around until I had found a piece of thin wire. I retrieved it and using a pair of needle nose pliers, bent it into a tiny self locking booby trap. It was a simple device. The wire was bent 90 degrees at the midpoint forming an ell. The ell was formed into an overlapping circle and poked through the fabric next to the zipper about half way up from the waist. It was twisted partway around then poked back through the fabric and twisted around the rest of the way forming a pivot. The other half of the wire was bent 90 degrees as close to the fabric as possible. At a point roughly a third of the length from the pivot, it was bent back on its self to form a lever, the end of which was formed into a small hook that would catch the zippers slide on the way up. The free end of the wire was curved and shaped so that as it rotated with the lever, it would catch the zippers slide from behind as the slide tried to push the lever out of the way. This would prevent the slide from being pulled down, trapping the wearer in the gown. The lever and the rear hook were secured in position with a loop of very thin thread, easily broken by the force of the moving slide upon hitting the trap. After a couple of test runs and some tweaking, the trap worked perfectly. The trap was reset and the gown was laid out on the bed with the zipper fully open. With the dress ready I assembled the rest of the outfit. A plain black bra and matching panties along with a black half-slip were retrieved from my dresser and laid out on the bed. From the closet came a full red petticoat and a pair of conservative black high heel shoes with an ankle strap. I had purchased the shoes just for Dan, guessing at his size by comparing our bare feet one night while his attention was focused elsewhere. It was then back to the dresser for a pair of elbow length black gloves. As for me, I couldn't see any reason to change out of the sweats I had been wearing all day. Of course I was also thinking of the look on Dan's face when I would greet him at the door. I returned to the kitchen to await his arrival. The doorbell rang at the appointed hour. I was so anxious to spring my little surprise that I nearly tripped over my own feet in my rush to get to the door. I stopped and composed myself, then opened the door. The look of surprise on Dan's face was priceless. "What's this? I thought you said this was going to be a formal night." "It is, but with a new twist; welcome to swap night." Like a naughty little girl, I gave him a mischievous smile, put my hands behind my back and twisted back and forth a bit, flirting all the while. "Okay, what's swap night?" "Simple, we each decide what the other is going to wear for the evening." I flirted, and shot him a devilish smile. I was in control and about to send Dan on an adventure he would not soon forget, no matter how hard he might try. "You can go on down to the bedroom. I've laid your outfit out on the bed. You can just put your clothes on the bed next to it. I've got something I have to do in the kitchen right now so I'll join you in a little bit. Oh, and everything is optional, you don't even have to do this if you don't want to." Sending him off down the hall, I returned to the kitchen. While I really wanted to see the look on his face when he saw what was waiting for him on the bed, I knew I had to give him a little time alone to adjust to the shock. And a little time was all he got, I just couldn't wait. Leaving the kitchen, I crossed the living room to the hall leading to the bedrooms. Moving ever so quietly down the hall, I entered the bedroom. Dan was just standing there staring at the bed. Moving ever so quietly, I came up behind him. "Don't know where to start? You can start by taking off your clothes." "Carolyn! Don't sneak up on me like that. What's this? You want ME to wear YOUR clothes? Why?" "Why not? Try something new, we can each experience what the other would experience on a normal evening together. You're a daring sort and it could turn out to be fun." "Fun? You think making me look ridiculous is fun?" "No, and you will not look ridiculous, nor will I laugh at you or humiliate you in anyway. Just think of it as a costume, you've gone to costume parties before haven't you?" "Look, I would just rather see you wear this, not me, okay?" "Well, I did say this was optional so if you don't want to you don't have to, on one condition." I flirted a bit, savoring the moment. "So drop the other shoe already, what condition?" "Hold out your arms, come on, here like this." I seized Dan's wrists and brought his arms up in front of him letting them bend at the elbow. I took the gown from the bed and draped it over his arms. "Here's the deal, I have to return to the kitchen for about fifteen minutes. While I'm gone you can do one of two things, you can just put the gown back on the bed or you can go over to the mirror and hold it up to you and see if you look ridiculous or not. If you still don't want to put it on that's okay, just put it back on the bed. Either way I won't know which you did so I can't tease you, or laugh at you, or anything else. Hey, you are by far the best thing to happen to me in my life and I'm not about to do anything to mess that up. Oh, and if you think you just might be able to do this, then try it on, and as I said, everything is optional. You do not have to wear anything you do not want to. Have fun, I will look in on you in a bit." I had to get out of that room and fast, it was getting more difficult to keep a neutral face with each passing second. I turned away and quickly exited the bedroom closing the door behind me. The moment I had been waiting for years had arrived. Did Dan have any fantasies about my gown that would cause him to try it on and possibly spring the trap that would send both of us on an unknown adventure? It would be a while before I could find out and the anticipation was killing me. But I had to give my plan time, let the gown work on his mind. Busying my self in the kitchen seemed to be the best course of action. Dinner was coming along well, and there really wasn't much for me to do. Everything was waiting on the turf course and a probe thermometer showed that it would be roasting for a while yet. I moved into the dining room and checked over the table just to be sure I hadn't forgotten anything. A glance at a clock showed that not enough time had passed. I looked into the living room and out the front windows. A thought occurred that it would be a good idea to draw the drapes. The minutes dragged by, and finally I just couldn't wait any longer. I wanted to race down the hall and burst through the bedroom door. Of course that would most likely destroy any chance of Dan participating in swap night. I forced myself to just walk down the hall. It wasn't easy, as the excitement and hope I felt within was causing me to tremble. Upon reaching the door, I had to pause to collect myself, before I could gently knock on the door. "How are you doing?" "DON'T COME IN." I did. Dan was next to the bed, wearing my gown and desperately struggling with the zipper. He was not happy. I was ecstatic. "It fits, I was afraid it would be too small. This is perfect, you look so nice. Does this mean your willing to wear it for the rest of the evening, or are you just entertaining an inner fantasy?" The look on his face told me that I had hit on something. "I look ridiculous, and no, curiosity just got the better of me and the zipper got stuck. So, go ahead and laugh and make your jokes then help me get out of this." "Notice I'm not laughing, there's no joke, and, at least to me, you look pretty good. Turn around and let's see. Ah, here we go no problem, hold still." I worked the wire trap free of the zipper, untwisted it from the gown, and tossed it in the direction of the waste basket next to my dressing table. It had worked and I was so proud that I wanted to show it to Dan. But having been on the receiving end, I didn't think he would be in the mood to praise my efforts. It probably would be better if he didn't know. "I think I can get it now, breath in, stand up straight, and shoulders back. There that's got it." "Hey, not up, down." "Relax; I just wanted to see if it fits. Turn around for me. Hummm, a bit tight maybe, but otherwise it's a good fit." "But I still look ridiculous." "No you don't, but I can see your mind is made up. You win, turn around and I'll unzip you." I started to unzip the dress, but as I got to the waist, an idea came to me. I just might be able to get him to do it yet. "Wait a minute, I've got an idea, come over here." I pushed him over to my dressing table. Dipping my fingers into an open jar of styling gel, I rubbed my hands together, and rubbed the gel into Dan's hair. Then I took a comb and combed his hair straight back, curving it back around his ears giving it a slight feminine look. He started to protest but I cut him off by nodding toward the mirror. He turned to the mirror and the look on his face said it all. While he just might decide to spend the evening in my gown, I had just thought of a way to guarantee it. But first I wanted to get him a little more dressed. "The trouble was, the gown is formal but you weren't. With the more formal hair style it all comes together. Of course, you being fair of face helps as well." "Maybe, but this just isn't for me, and all this is just between us, okay?" "Agreed, if you will do one last thing for me. Sit on the bed and scoot forward a bit, perfect." I got on my knees in front of him and smiled sensuously at him. Slowly I ran my hands up his legs. Taking hold of the waistband of his shorts, I gave them a downward jerk, and then slowly pulled them down his legs and off. I tossed them high across the room and with his attention on his flying shorts, grabbed the panties and shoes off the bed. I dropped the shoes on the floor and quickly slipped the panties over his stocking feet just as he looked back at me. I put my hands under the red petticoat, then stared into his eyes and licked my lips. He grinned back at me, and then laid back in anticipation of what he thought I was going to do. I tossed the petticoats and skirt up and ducked under. Reaching down for the panties, I took hold of the thin waist band and quickly pulled them up his legs. Dan was definitely surprised, causing him to bounce and wiggle around on the bed, allowing me to work the panties into place. He was becoming upset, so I calmed him by rubbing his naughty bits through the panties. It worked and Dan just lay back, waiting for more. Men have such one track minds, making them so easy to manipulate. I pulled back running my fingers down his legs. With one hand, I lifted one foot clear of the floor, slipped a shoe over the sock, and then did the same to the other foot. Dan realized what was happening and started to sit up. I ignored him and threaded the thin straps through the tiny buckles. "Hey, what are you doing to me?" "I bought these for you. I had to guess your shoe size and just wanted to see if they fit. Here, I'll help you up. There, how do they feel?" "I said I do not want to do this, now it's time I got ---." "Time! I forgot all about the time! Dinner is almost ready and I'm not dressed. I need you to go look after dinner while I get dressed, pleeeeease." "I can't ---." "Oh please, it will be ruined if you don't." "But I have to ---." "Please, for me? Oh thank you, thank you!" "But I ---." "I love you all the more for this, thank you." I kissed him profusely. "Oh thank you, now go quickly before things burn." I had managed to back him up as I pleaded with him until he was out in the hallway. I closed and locked the door before he realized just what had happened. Just then, a buzzer in the kitchen went off. Dan's culinary instincts must have kicked in as I could just hear the skirt brushing against the walls, meaning he was moving toward the kitchen. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. With Dan busy in the kitchen, I would be able to complete my half of swap night. I retrieved Dan's shorts and tossed them on the bed. I got undressed and started to put on Dan's clothes starting with his shorts. I didn't encounter any problems, nor did I expect to, as women have been cross dressing for centuries. I didn't even try Dan's shoes as I had already established that his feet were bigger than mine. When I purchased the pair of heels for him, I also tried on and purchased a pair of men's shoes for me. I checked how I looked in the full length mirror. It showed me that there was one last thing for me to do. I moved over to my dressing table and dipped my fingers into the jar of gel. After rubbing it into my hair, I took my comb and restyled my hair into a manlier look. The effect was close to what I wanted. Dan was in for another surprise and it was time for me to spring it on him in the kitchen. I made my way to the kitchen trying to be as quite as possible, but the shoes on the hard kitchen floor gave me away. Still, Dan was too engrossed in warming up sauces and side dishes to acknowledge my presence. He was also being very careful about getting anything on the gown. "An apron, how thoughtful." "Ah, you're here, now I can go ---." The look on his face when he turned around and saw me in his clothes was priceless, and was better than I had dreamed of. I was also going to milk it for all I could, and with a big smile, I flirted and gazed into his eyes. "It looks like we are both going to have to change before dinner." "Why? I don't have a problem wearing your tux. Don't worry you'll get it back, in the morning." "Well, I do have a problem wearing your gown and you did say this was optional." "And, as I have already said, you can take off anything you do not want to wear, just be quick as dinner just needs to be plated." "I want to wear my own clothes." "Sorry, in use." "Then have you got some jeans or sweats I can put on?" "What's this? First you don't want to wear my things, now you want to try on my entire wardrobe." "Very funny. Okay then, where did you toss my shorts to?" "Silly, I'm wearing them of course." "You're wearing my underwear?" "And why not? You're wearing mine!" "Yeah, but not by choice, you pulled a fast one on me." "Look, if you don't want to wear the gown then take it off, and if you don't want to wear the panties then take them off as well." The ball was now in Dan's court, he would have to decide how the evening would continue. He assumed a look of total surrender, raised his hand up to tip an imaginary hat, and gave me a little bow. "Well played. Just how long have you been planning this?" "Since I first saw you walk by the lunchroom. I didn't know how I was going to broach the idea but swapping lunches and then dinners was the perfect lead in. I just had to wait for the right moment, which you gave me when you suggested a theme night. Turn around, breath in, stand up straight, and shoulders back. There that's got it." "Did you have to zip me up? This is really tight." "Yes, now enough complaining, let us eat. Have I mentioned that I really enjoy a man who's dressed?" Dan didn't bite at my little barb, disappointing, but it wasn't going to spoil my fun. I offered him my arm which he readily took, then let me lead him to the dining room. I pulled out and held a chair for him. He surprised me by running his hands behind the skirt as he sat, causing me to pause for a moment. A lady, nice. I returned to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner and to begin serving, starting with the surf half of the meal. Dan was impressed with my diced lobster tails in a saffron b?chamel served in bowls created from puff pastry. He also seemed to be a bit more at ease with having to wear my gown. The turf half of the dinner gave me the opportunity to put on a little show for him. I brought to the table a platter with a standing crown rack of lamb. A couple of large spoonfuls of the wild rice with roasted chestnut and herb mixture that filled the crown were mounded onto a plate. A couple of ribs were carved off and arranged on top of the rice mixture. A sauce made from the pan drippings was drizzled over the lamb and around the plate. A radish rose and a couple of mushroom caps with spiral grooves cut into them were added as a garnish. During my performance, Dan surprised me again, by putting his left elbow on the table and resting his chin on the back of his hand. He watched me with his version of a seductive gaze. I couldn't help but smile back at him. He was also fidgeting around a bit, perhaps trying to get used to sitting in petticoats. We enjoyed the meal, just looking at each other. No need for conversation. I couldn't wait to get him on the dance floor, and let the gown work its magic on him. There was much for him to experience and I was hoping he would enjoy it enough to want to do it again another night. To that end, I whisked him around the dance floor, giving the skirt a chance to twist and untwist around his legs. I held him close to me, with the petticoats pressing against his legs and trying to envelope mine. It was a new sensation for me as well, and I enjoyed it. Perhaps it was that very feeling that had aroused some curiosity in him about wearing my gown. We took a break for dessert. I had made a dacquoise, with its many layers of baked coconut meringue, lime cream, and fresh raspberries. Dan seemed to be moving to some inner ecstasy with every savored bite. He gazed at me with a look that said he was mine for the taking, and I wanted him. But as mush as I wanted him I knew I had to wait a bit longer. The gown held one more sensation that I wanted him to experience. I engaged him in dancing once again, holding him tightly. He caught on quickly and bent away from me at the waist. He gazed into my eyes then held me again. I slid my hand up his back and took hold of the zipper. As I unzipped him, he leaned his head back with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. I kissed his neck moving down onto his shoulders as I pulled the zipper down. Again Dan surprised me by pulling away from me sliding his hands under my arms until we hooked fingers. He pulled me toward the bedroom. I took over and lead him the rest of the way. In the bedroom as we embraced and kissed, I slid my hands up his back, taking hold of the gown on each side of the zipper. Dan pulled back and I slid the gown down his arms and then down over the red petticoat. He stepped out of the gown and stood there holding his hands together buried in that so sexy red petticoat looking slightly embarrassed. I laid the gown over a chair with little difficulty. Dan had one last surprise for me. He took me by the hand, bit his lower lip, gave a sly smile, and with a playful look pulled me to the bed. I absolutely loved it. It was the perfect way to bring swap night to a close. He could have just suffered through the evening; after all, he had been trapped into doing something he didn't want to do. Instead he chose to play along with my little swap night. That's class, and I loved him all the more for it. With a little laugh and with pure joy welling up inside me, I rushed him, wrapped my arms around him and let my momentum carry us onto the bed. As before, the much larger discretionary side of me rules the day, and the rest of the night will be left to the reader's imagination. I will say that I made every effort to make that night one Dan would want to repeat. I must have been successful as I was able to surprise him with swap night a couple of times a month, and he always gave in, even though it was always optional. Still, I did have my ultimate goal in mind, and one night I decided to try and take him one big step closer. But then, that's a story for another time.