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Second Love by Vanessa
It's been many long years since I wrote "First Love", and the only thing
that's stopped me writing more before has just been "life" really. I'd
very much like to thank all of those people who submitted such
flattering reviews. I hope that this new instalment meets expectations.
My relationship with Mike was very short lived. After we'd had such an
exciting afternoon at his house I had an expectation that we'd be hard
at it every day, but I was woefully wide of the mark in that assumption.
We did see each other a lot and had a couple of liaisons which only once
allowed me to wear my underwear of choice. That occasion happened
immediately after our final day at school at the end of our exams. My
parents and sister were all out when Mike and I got back to my house at
around 2pm. This gave us a window of around two hours in which to have a
bit of fun. We almost ran upstairs to my bedroom and before I'd even had
a chance to pull the curtains (just in case of a nosy neighbour) Mike
had his hand down the front of my trousers. I was already semi erect and
his fumblings had me ready for action within seconds. But I knew what I
wanted and pushed him away, telling him to be patient and to let me
prepare myself. It only took me a few moments to strip off, pull on my
black stockings, red panties and black nightie and to get under the
covers ready for the fun to come. Mike was really quite masculine for a
16 year old and I really enjoyed his attentions as he sucked my nipples
and fingered my bum. He was quite hairy and I was caressing as much of
his body as I could, enjoying the feeling of his muscular back as he
slowly worked his way down my body. I think it would be fair to say that
we were both "cock happy" at that moment in time (not that I've been
anything other than cock happy all of my life), and were just enjoying
the sensations of being touched, fondled and caressed by somebody else.
Our foreplay didn't last long as Mike was clearly keen to have my cock
in his mouth. That was the first (and only) time he'd performed oral sex
on me and I have to admit that it was a sensation which at first alarmed
me and then very quickly became very pleasurable. I was lying on my back
with his head between my thighs and I could feel his head rubbing up
against my stocking tops. He'd pulled my panties down only slightly to
free my cock and the sensation of the waist band of my panties rubbing
against my balls was thrilling. The feeling of his tongue on the tip of
my cock was excruciatingly gorgeous and I think I warned him that I was
about to come, but he just kept sucking and I could feel the sensation
of him swallowing as I repeatedly came in his mouth. Then it was my turn
to go to work on him. I told him to sit on the edge of the bed and I
knelt between his knees. It was such a great feeling. It made me feel
really "dirty", but also very grown up and also very feminine. I had a
vision of spending a long time enjoying the sensation of his cock in my
mouth, but just as I was really getting a nice rhythm going, Mike just
exploded in my mouth. He just came the once and that was it. I got a
lovely mouthful of spunk, but I'd wanted so much more. I wanted a kiss
and a cuddle afterwards, but he was clearly in a rush to get away and as
soon as he was dressed, he was gone. I felt really disconsolate as I
clearly felt that we were in a relationship of some sort, but that
really wasn't the case at all. Mike was clearly a "straight gay" if that
makes any sense. He just wanted to be with men, not men who had ideas of
being a woman. We remained firm friends, but I think he was embarrassed
and ashamed of what had happened where as I was intrigued, excited and
keen to explore sex even more. What my limited experiences had taught me
was that buying women's clothes was easy and that if I could afford it
then a whole world of fantasy fulfilment (albeit of a solitary nature)
was very real and possible. And so I started touting for work. Readers
of my original story will recall that I earned some money at this time
(aged 16) by doing small gardening jobs. I really enjoyed it and had
become quite proficient under my Grandmother and Mother's guiding hand.
I picked up a couple of regular but modest grass and hedge cutting jobs
and it was whilst looking for something more lucrative that the next
episode in my burgeoning tranny existence happened.
I'd advertised my services on a postcard in the window of our local shop
"16 year old available for all gardening work. Especially good at mowing
and hedge maintenance. Reasonable rates. Call XXXXXXX" or something very
similar. I received a call from a man who lived on the other side of our
small town who lived on one of the really expensive Victorian avenues.
He had a large detached house with an absolutely huge garden. He told me
that his regular gardener was going to visit family in Australia for 8
weeks and he needed somebody to cover for him. 8 weeks was perfect. The
school year had not long finished and it was just over 8 weeks before I
started my A Levels at the local 6th form college. For non British
readers I should explain that we take a set of exams at 16 (my age at
the time of this story) and providing you have enough academic skills
you then go on and study for more advanced and specialised exams at the
age of 18. It's those exams (A Levels) that determine whether or not you
go on to study at University. He invited me to his house for an informal
interview and that afternoon I rode my bike across town to see him. He
was in his mid fifties and nowadays my "gaydar" would have been pinging
away at force ten. What I only appreciated with many years of hindsight
was that when he met me, his "gaydar" was probably pinging at force one
hundred and ten. He was a very pleasant, well dressed and quietly spoken
man who as we chatted put me completely at my ease. He enquired most
carefully about my education and my family and within 15 minutes I'd
arranged to start work the following day. It was just a very simple case
of mowing his very extensive lawns twice a week and on a third day just
keeping the edging up together and keeping the hedges looking neatly
trimmed. I can recall with great clarity laying in bed that night and
enjoying a very satisfactory wank whilst thinking about the clothes I'd
be able to buy with my first week's wages. It was all coming together.
My imagination was rampaging out of control. Bras and panties and
stockings or sexy nighties and skirts or tight jeans and high heeled
shiny black stilettos. Bright pink lipstick and mascara and eyeshadow
and nail varnish. Every young crossdresser's fantasy. We've all been
there.
Anyway, I did the first two days work in the garden without any dramas
at all. He'd given me a key to the garage so that I could access the
mower and any other tools I needed and I just got on with it. My third
trip to his house that week fell on the Friday morning. I arrived early
in the hope that I'd catch him before he went off to work or whatever it
was he did all day and pick up my wages. I wasn't early enough though
and I was disappointed but planned on leaving him a bill as a gentle
reminder. I probably spent about four hours in the garden that morning.
I was just finishing clipping a small box hedge around the most gorgeous
rose bed when I heard a car crunching the gravel on the drive way. I had
a quick look but just ignored it. Hopefully it would be Simon (the
owner) and if it was then I might get paid straight away. I applied
myself to the box hedge and about 10 minutes later there was Simon
standing over me with a can of ice cold Coke for me. I was suitably
grateful (it was a boiling hot day as I recall) and before we'd really
started any kind of conversation he asked me how much he owed me. I told
him and he fished in his pocket and paid me there and then. We then sat
on a garden bench and just chatted idly for a while. He asked me what I
was doing at the weekend and I very honestly told him that I was
catching the bus in to Southampton on Saturday morning to do some
shopping. Obviously I didn't mention what I intended buying. He
immediately, very kindly and much to my consternation, told me that he
was going to Southampton for similar reasons and asked if I'd like a
lift. Well, I was trapped then. A lift was very handy as it would be
much quicker and free, but I'd possibly get interrogated as to what I'd
bought. I really had no choice but to accept his generous offer and on
the way home realised that I could maybe buy a cheap CD and a book to
make it look as if I'd achieved what I wanted to achieve, and hide any
other more secret purchases in my pockets and in the bottom of the small
rucksack I was in the habit of carrying around with me. So the next
morning I got to Simon's house just before 9am and before I'd even
knocked on the door we were in his car (a lovely new Jaguar) and on the
way. We chatted quite amiably on the way to Southampton and when he'd
parked the car he said to meet him in McDonalds at 1pm and he'd buy me
lunch and then we'd go home. Everything went exactly as planned. To the
letter. I went in to Debenhams (a large department store) and after a
great deal of browsing (and an internal battle about whether to buy a
feather boa or not) I was able to buy a lacy pink bra with matching
panties, pink hold up stockings and a very sexy red nightie. Nobody
challenged me or took any notice of me. I browsed at my leisure and
within an hour was rummaging through the bargain CDs in HMV. I stowed my
clothing purchases in the bottom of my rucksack, but carried the small
HMV bag with the two CDs I'd bought in my hand. I met Simon at the
appointed hour and after a quick burger and chips we were on the way
home. He very pointedly asked me if I had a girlfriend and when I said
"no" he let the subject drop. He had several bags with him and he told
me that he'd bought a new suit in John Lewis (an upmarket department
store) and a couple of shirts and ties. He then questioned me very
closely about what I'd bought. He questioned me very precisely and I was
immediately uneasy. It was almost as if he knew what I had in my
rucksack. As we pulled in to his driveway he said to me "look Chris, I
was having breakfast in Debenhams first thing this morning. Their
restaurant looks out over the whole of the clothing department and I saw
that you were buying sexy ladies underwear. You told me that you don't
have a girlfriend so I just wondered who that lovely lingerie is for". I
was dumbfounded. I didn't have an answer. I stuttered and spluttered and
he put his hand on my knee and said "if you've bought those clothes for
yourself, for wearing in the comfort of your own bedroom, then I'm happy
for you". I think at that point, had I denied everything, the matter
would have been dropped, but I was so surprised and utterly
flabbergasted at the turn events had taken that I said nothing. He said
to me "come on in. Maybe I can persuade you to model those sexy little
knickers for me". I just followed him in to his house in silence. Once
inside he asked me to show him what I'd bought and as if in a trance I
just fished around in my rucksack and handed everything to him. He
touched them and stroked them and suggested that I go upstairs in to the
first bedroom on the right and try them on. I just didn't know what to
do one way or another. My mind was going mad. Rampaging. But I was just
stricken with inertia. I went upstairs, stripped naked and pulled on the
skimpy little pair of lacy pink panties. Immediately, and in spite of
everything that was happening, I became aroused. I pulled on the
stockings and then, fastening my bra at the front and then twisting it
around my chest and pulling the straps up over my shoulders, I was
dressed. I felt scared, paranoid, frightened, but also deep in the pit
of my stomach I was aroused. An erection very quickly grew and before I
knew what was happening, there was Simon standing in the doorway looking
at me.
He knew what he was doing. He complimented me and then very slowly and
deliberately he came over to me and just started gently caressing my
hair and my face. He then, very slowly and giving me every chance to
push him away, bought his lips down to meet mine in a very gentle kiss.
I was in heaven. Absolute complete and utter heaven. His tongue slowly
came between my lips and touched my tongue. I was electrified. My cock
was as hard as it's ever been. As his right hand stroked my hair and the
back of my neck, his left hand slid down and slowly began to knead my
cock. I just exploded all over his hand and in to my brand new panties.
There was spunk everywhere. I just kept coming. I was wracked with
orgasm. I didn't know what to do. He just held me and continued to touch
me and slowly, as I came back to my senses he guided my hand down to his
own crotch. I wanted him now. I knew what to do and unbuckling his belt
and unzipping his fly as quickly as I could I had his glorious cock in
my mouth and was sucking it and running my tongue over the tip of it as
quickly as I could. That unique and glorious taste, so unlike anything
else just engulfed my mouth. I was frenzied as I took his whole cock as
far as I could in to my mouth. He didn't last long and soon I had a
mouthful of his glorious semen and I swallowed as more came. I kept
swallowing and found myself actually forcing my tongue under his
foreskin to make sure I had every drop. Some dribbled down my chin and
as I looked up to him from my kneeling position I could feel it dripping
like sexy honey on to my bra. That feeling alone has lived with me and
just thinking about it now has got me squirming in my panties. He was
lovely, gorgeous, a true gentleman. He treated me with such respect and
dignity that I couldn't fail to fall under his spell. It was to start
the most glorious summer that any young gay crossdresser has ever had.
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