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A Secret Shared (Sort Of) Author's Note: This story inspired by true events and shared fantasies. Cheryl and I have known each other for a long time. Each of us had been in relationships with other people but there was an attraction between us that kept us from wandering away from each other. After a few years of trying to ignore that attraction we found ourselves in a situation where we were both unattached. It didn't take long before we acted on the impulses we had kept buried for all that time. And it was good that we had waited, because if we had known how good it worked between us, we probably would have ended up cheating on our significant others. Oddly enough, our time together didn't end up with us being in a relationship. We actually stayed friends through each of us getting into and out of other relationships, all the time keeping faithful to the ones we were with but always coming together again when we were both free. We talked almost daily regardless of our status. As it happened this one day some friends were gathering for drinks at a local watering hole and we were both unattached at the time and both decided to show up. It was always a good time with these particular folks. We sat and drank and talked for hours. Several of us had travelled together many times so we were all comfortable and I don't know that there was a topic off limits. After a few hours everyone decided to head out. I walked Cheryl out to her car and talked a bit more about some of the things discussed inside. After about another fifteen minutes of standing out in the warm evening air Cheryl decided it was time to go home. "Do you have plans for tomorrow?" "Nothing in the morning," I told her. "Are you working tomorrow night?" She had a part time gig bartending on the weekends. "Yes, but nothing in the morning." She wrapped her arms around my neck. "You want to follow me back to my house?" "I think I could manage to do that." I kissed her. We almost always went to her house; it was much nicer than my place. High priced neighborhood with neighbors close, but not too close. She had come into some money a few years ago and built the house with it. "Good, I need to get going," she purred. "I can't wait to get out of this dress." She was wearing a black dress with tiny white flowers all over it. It was a good dress for an office, a full skirt about knee length, the top was not low cut and not too tight. To me it looked very comfortable. "That is something I've never understood," I told her. "Dresses look comfortable. They don't bind you up or restrict you." "Well, I guess you'd have to wear one to understand," she answered. "I could always lend you mine so you could see." Here it was: my chance. I wanted to leap on the opportunity but I hesitated not wanting to seem too eager. We had talked about a lot of things over the years but not this. "Really?" I asked. "I don't know." "Sure," she prodded me. "I'm sure it will fit you." "Okay," I relented. "It'll be fun to see." With that we kissed again and got in our cars and headed to her house. I had plenty of time to think about what was about to happen since it was almost an hour drive to her place. She didn't know I had been sneaking into closets and wearing dresses and things since I was nine years old. But up until this moment I hadn't shared that secret with anyone. I still wasn't sure how much I was ready to admit to, but it would be the first time I would be in a dress with someone else. We pulled into the driveway and around the side of house. She pulled into the garage while I left my car on the drive outside. She punched the button that sent the garage door rattling down its track as we entered the laundry room on the way to the kitchen. We chatted a bit as we passed through the kitchen and the formal dining room into the master bedroom suite. The king sized bed in the center of the far wall barely seemed to take any space in the huge room. Across from it an armoire held a television and several drawers. She went to the armoire and opened a drawer. After a moment of looking about she turned and tossed me a pair of black pantyhose. "Here, you'll want these." She reached under her dress and pulled down a black half-slip, "and this. Go ahead and get undressed. I'll be right back." I started pulling off all my clothes as she disappeared into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed completely naked. Cheryl came back carrying the dress she had been wearing; she had put on a robe. She sat beside me on the bed. "Let's start with the hose," she picked them off the bed where I had dropped them and handed them to me. "The easiest way to do this.." She began but I had already started gathering one leg of the hosiery onto my fingers. I realized I had made a mistake showing I knew more that I should, but she helped me out of the jam I thought I had created. "Oh, well, I guess you've seen this done a few times." "Yeah," I hastily agreed. "More than once or twice." I got the hose on, no panties, I knew she wore them but I wasn't going to argue or ask. This was her idea, I'd play as much as she would let me. I was standing as I finished pulling the hose up around my waist. She smiled seeing my erection pinned against my body by the dark nylon. She handed me the slip which I quickly stepped into. At last she gave me the dress which she helped guide over my head. I pulled and smoothed it into place. My head was swimming with the excitement of what was going on. Cheryl stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed and I squeezed her through the soft robe she was wearing. She began rubbing her hands down my back and across my ass. I could feel the slip and dress fluttering across the backs of my legs. I didn't think I could become any more excited but I believe I was. The kiss became more insistent. I could feel the dress creeping up the back of my legs as she was gathering it to get her hands under it. Suddenly I became aware of her fingernails separated only by a thin layer of nylon from the bare skin on my ass. She worked her finger and I felt the pantyhose moving slightly across me. Suddenly she stopped and let the dress fall back into place. "I need to take a shower before this goes any further," she informed me. "Why don't you go ahead and take those things off now." She went back to a different drawer in the armoire. "Put the hose back in the drawer, the slip goes in this drawer," she indicated another small drawer, "and if you would hang the dress back up in the closet I would appreciate it. In the meantime," she threw something to me, "you can wear that if you like, and these if you are feeling self-conscious." I looked at the things she had thrown me. One was a lace nightgown, the other a pair of black panties. I was stunned. She went into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I pulled the dress off over my head and laid it on the bed. Then reaching up under the slip I pulled the pantyhose off. I was about to put them into the drawer when I heard a snicker. I looked and Cheryl was standing in the bathroom doorway. "I guess I look pretty ridiculous, huh?" I stammered. "Oh, it's not that," she assured me. "I've just never seen a slip with that problem before." I looked down to see the slip tented out in front of me. I just grinned and looked back at her. She went to take her shower and I put the slip away. I went back to the bed and decided to put on the nightgown first. It was all lace with spaghetti straps and dropped down to just below my knees. It was suffering the same problem as the slip had earlier so I grabbed the panties and pulled them on. They must have been a pair she didn't wear very often because I barely got them on they were so tight. But being tight did take care of the tenting problem. I went to her closet which was at the other end of the bathroom. Her shower was enclosed in tile except the frosted glass door so I knew she didn't see me. I watched myself walk through the bathroom in the full mirror on the closet door. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. After so many years of sneaking around, I was finally sharing this with someone. After hanging the dress up I quickly scanned the closet for other dresses. I had seen her in most everything in there. Maybe she would want to do this again. Then again, I was wearing a lacy nightgown; I felt there would be a high probability. I walked back through the bathroom, through the bedroom and formal dining and into the formal living room. I turned on the television and sat on the couch waiting for her to come out. I couldn't help running my hands of the roughness of the lace and the smooth panty underneath. When Cheryl finally emerged from the bedroom to find me I stood and walked toward her. "Decided to go with the panties I see," she smiled. "Yeah, I thought it would keep me from having the same problem as the slip." We met at the edge of the living room, just to the side of the front door that split the two formal areas. The kissing started again. She was wearing a nightgown as well. It wasn't see-through like the lace I was wearing but the sleek fabric molded itself against her nipples. I ran my fingers lightly over them. "How did you get these on?" she asked as her fingers traced the edges of the panties I had on. "They are a bit tight but I managed. I figured if you gave them to me you wanted to see me in them." "I think you need to get them off before they cut off your circulation," she stepped back away from me. I pulled the nightgown up to my waist and worked the panties down and off. It was a bit of work and took a minute or so. Once they were off and I stood back up the tenting problem was evident again. Cheryl didn't seem to find it as funny as the slip problem and instead of a giggle she grabbed my cock with a handful of lace wrapped around it. I grabbed her and found she wasn't wearing any panties either. Within a few minutes we had each other's nightgowns pulled up over our waists and then we were on the floor united in our passion. After a while we got up off the hard floor and went to bed. * - * - * The next morning I woke up and turned to see if Cheryl was awake. The nightgown was all twisted up around waist, something I was going to become accustomed to. Cheryl was also just waking up. "Good morning," I smiled. "Good morning," she answered. "Did you sleep ok?" "Oh, I slept great," I beamed. "You?" "I slept wonderful," she grinned back. "I was pretty worn out. I just thought you might have had some problems sleeping in a nightgown. They can tangle up some during the night." "I noticed," I answered and also reached below the covers and tried to untangle it some. "But I guess I was pretty worn out too. I slept right through. I definitely need a shower though." "Well, why don't you go do that and I'll get us some breakfast." I pulled the covers back and stood up with a little shake. The nightgown fell back into place. I could see her watching me as I walked around the end of the bed toward the bathroom. Just before I went in I pulled the nightgown off over my head and tossed it onto the end of the bed. Once I was all cleaned up I put my own clothes back on and headed back toward the kitchen. As I was passing through the formal dining room I spotted my discarded panties from the night before lying on the floor of the living room. So I picked them up and went back and tossed them onto the nightgown I had worn the night before. I headed for the kitchen. Cheryl had cooked up some eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast. She was wearing her robe over her nightgown now. We sat at the little dining table that occupied a corner of her kitchen. "Well," I ventured, "I still don't understand why a dress is uncomfortable. I mean, I didn't wear one that long, but it was pretty comfortable to me." "Next time you'll just have to wear it longer," she answered. "And sometimes it depends on the dress." "Does that mean you want to try it again?" I probed. "I was going to ask you the same thing," she admitted. "I liked seeing how excited it made you. And I found I like the feeling of your ass in pantyhose." "I did enjoy it," I admitted. "All of it. When I realized you had your hands up under my dress I was afraid I was going to lose it. I liked the feeling too." "I could tell. That is why I wanted you out of the dress and gave you the nightgown. I didn't think the dress needed cleaning yet and the nightgown is easier to wash." I laughed. After a couple minutes I decided to ask a favor. "I need to have something fixed on my car next week. Would it be possible to spend the week here, ride to work with you, and borrow your car to get the rest of the way to my work. Then I can pick you up when you get off. Unless you have other plans. I just think it would work out pretty well for me." Cheryl thought about it for a few minutes. "Sure, we can do that. And I think I know where this may be going as well and I have just one rule." "Sure, anything," I was now thinking of the money I would be saving by not renting a car. "Anything new, I get to wear first." I was stunned, then I couldn't help but smile. "Absolutely," I agreed. * - * - * I spent the weekend running around doing my usual stuff. I visited Cheryl at the bar, but since we were going to be spending all of the next week together we decided to stay at our own places during that weekend. Monday rolled around and we had everything arranged so that I would end up with her car at my work. Once I got off I drove over and picked her up and we went back to her house. I helped her prepare a dinner and we ate. After we ate she went and changed clothes getting more comfortable for the evening. I didn't say anything not wanting to push the issue right off but I was trying to decide how to best bring it up. Cheryl came back to the game room which was off the kitchen. She was in sweat pants and a shirt. "I laid a dress out on the bed if you want to change. This will be a chance to spend more than fifteen minutes in one if you like." She went to the wet bar and started making a drink. "Sure," I hopped off the stool I had been sitting in. "And I'd like a drink too if you don't mind." "OK," she grabbed another glass. "You know where everything is." I went to the bedroom and found another black dress on the bed. It was very similar to the one I had briefly worn that other night but instead of flowers it had just a little white pattern scattered across it. I got black pantyhose and the black half-slip from the drawers and put it all on. I decided to go with the same things she had shared with me the other night. Once dressed, I realized the skirt wasn't quite as full as the other dress but it fit me fine. I went to the mirror to be sure my slip wasn't showing and then returned to the game room. "That looks like it fits you pretty good, too," she observed. "Yeah, it fits okay," I agreed as I took a seat back on the barstool. We decided to play some cribbage while we talked and drank. I had carefully crossed my legs and saw her trying to get a peek up my dress. I wondered if it was that obvious to women that I have done that to. More than likely it was. "Ooo," I jumped. A breeze from the air conditioner blew right up my leg when it came on and I wasn't expecting it. I grabbed at the dress and tucked it under my leg. "What's wrong?" Cheryl asked. I explained the breeze and she laughed. I guess she thought I was learning about the uncomfortable part of wearing a dress. I really loved it. It finally rolled around to time for bed and we retired to the bedroom. I began undressing and putting away the clothes I was wearing. Cheryl emerged from the bathroom and gave me a nightgown on a hanger. "I wore this back on my honeymoon," she told me. "I thought you might like to wear it." I loved it immediately. It was light blue silk with lace panels that went from the hem, which again came below my knees, all the way up to the top under my arm. I slipped it on over my head and crawled into bed. I felt electric as her fingers traced over my nipples through the fabric and when she finally took hold of my cock I nearly exploded. I did manage to maintain enough composure until I could be sure she was ready to accept me and within seconds we had both had incredible orgasms. She was definitely getting as turned on by all this as I was. The next morning I woke up with the nightgown wrapped all around me. I sat up and saw the lace panel that was supposed to be at my side had shifted to the center exposing my cock. Cheryl was already in the shower, nothing was going to come of this. I straightened my nightgown and waited for my turn in the shower. * - * - * Each night for the week was similar. We would eat dinner, change clothes, play cards or watch television. The biggest differences were what I wore. One night I wore a blue maxi-dress that actually reached the tops of my feet. The top fit tight just above and below my chest with spaghetti straps that tied into neat little bows atop my shoulders. Nude hose and a beige floor length half-slip completed the outfit. I loved the feel of the dress on me but it didn't give Cheryl many opportunities to try and sneak a peek. Then again as we snuggled on the couch it didn't take long to realize her tracing her fingers along my thigh had the dress creeping up my legs. Before long she had the dress and slip bunched around my waist caressing me through the hose. One evening I asked to try a silk dress that I had seen her wear in Vegas during a trip a bunch of us had taken together. It was white with black squares. Unfortunately it was just a little too small for me. Also, she had a green column dress that she thought I would like that she had worn as a bridesmaid, that one was way too small. Most nights I wore dresses that were knee length, though once I wore a black miniskirt with a white knit top, always with hose, either black or nude depending on what worked best. The evenings always started the same but finished in sex, changing into nightgowns and going to sleep. When Friday came I was able to pick up my car. As fun as the week had been we were both ready to reclaim some independence again so I went home that night. It was strange not wearing a nightgown to bed. I considered shopping for one but I always chickened out when it came time to go to the store. * - * - * The next weekend I stopped by the bar to visit Cheryl. She was dressed in a red sweater and black leather miniskirt. I had seen the skirt in the closet but it was a bit tight and I was afraid it would get stretched in a place she would not normally stretch a skirt. Anyway, it looked really good on her. After a while she asked me to step outside with her while she took a break. We went out the back door to the parking lot. "Look what I bought this week," she raised her sweater. "Feel the material." She had a red bustier on. I ran my fingers across the sleek material. She lowered the sweater and lifted her skirt. "It came with garters," she grinned. "I don't usually wear stockings, but I thought I would try it tonight." "That is really nice," I praised her. "I would certainly like a better view." "I'm afraid that will have to wait," she smoothed her skirt back down. "I have plans early tomorrow morning so I won't be asking you home tonight." "OK," I nodded. "I understand." "I'm glad," she wrapped her arms around me. "I had a good time with you while you were staying with me. I didn't want you to think I had changed my mind." "Not at all," I assured her. "I had a good time as well. I hope we can do it again, but it doesn't have to be tonight." "Yes, I've been thinking about it. One day I wore to work one of the dresses you wore," she snuggled closer. "That dress was never particularly sexy to me, but that day I had a lot of trouble concentrating on work. I was excited most of the day." "Oooh, I like that," I kissed her. "I was also thinking about a red skirt I have, the one that buttons all down the front. Do you know which one I mean?" I nodded. "I was thinking about how things might stick through the holes between the buttons," she explained. "Could be fun." We went back inside and I hung around talking and drinking until closing. I walked her to her car and after a lusty kiss good night, I left her and went home. * - * - * I thought about all that had transpired Friday night. I decided to bite the bullet and go shopping. Cheryl had unwittingly helped me satisfy a fantasy I had been entertaining for a long time. I thought maybe I could help her with the one she had hinted at that night. I stopped in at a local store after work and after wandering around the store for several minutes I made my way to the lingerie section. I was having trouble believing I was doing this given that I was afraid to shop for a nightgown, but I was getting excited thinking about the results. I found the things I was looking for and managed to check out without incident, though I am certain I had changed three shades of red while the cashier scanned the barcodes of my purchases. I went back to the bar Friday and talked with Cheryl as usual. I asked her if she had plans for Saturday night. She told me she was free so I suggested dinner out at a restaurant not too far from her house. I would come by and pick her up. She liked the idea and I left early that night to go home. I arrived at her place at 5:30. It was a short drive over to the restaurant and we had a nice casual dinner. We were both dressed for a "down" evening in jeans and a polo for me, a sweater for her. We chatted through dinner and I suggested wine for drinks because I had brought a couple bottles with me for after dinner. A smirk and a twinkle in her eye told me she knew I was up to something but she was willing to go along for the ride. After we finished dinner we went back to her house. I grabbed a bag from my trunk that held the wine plus my other things. We went inside and I put the bottles on the bar in the game room. "I need to use the bathroom," I told her. "Why don't you open one of those and I'll be back in a minute." I'm sure she noticed I went to the master bath rather than the small bath off the game room and I am sure she was expecting me to come back in something of hers. I didn't disappoint her. I hurried into the bedroom and quickly stripped off my clothes. I hoped everything was clean and I could find it quickly. I had brought a red garter belt, white lace top stockings and a red satin thong panty. I put those on and found a white camisole, a sheer white blouse, and the red skirt that buttoned all the way down. I got everything on and checked myself in the mirror. The skirt was down past my knee so I unbuttoned enough of the buttons from the bottom so that I had a slit that opened to just above my knee. I wasn't done yet. I found a black silk blouse, her black leather mini, the bustier and the black stockings and laid them out on the bed. Satisfied that all was as I wanted it, I returned to the game room. "I thought you might be wearing that skirt," she smiled handing me a glass of wine. "I was paying attention when you mentioned it," I took a sip. "Well, it was that or the leather skirt, I know you liked what I showed you so that was a possibility too." "No, that has another purpose," I grinned. "I set some clothes out for you to change into. Why don't you do that and meet me up on the porch. I'll bring the wine." She cocked an eyebrow as she looked at me, then took her glass of wine and headed for the bedroom. I grabbed the open bottle and went up the stairs. I passed the door to the second master bedroom suite and out the door onto the wooden deck that overlooked the back yard. I went back in and turned on the bedroom light so that it would shine out through the window. The curtains muted it so it was a pleasant glow, but not bright enough that we would be seen by any neighbors. I walked over to a hammock that was strung from the roof overhead. I didn't want to spend too much time on the floor because I didn't have shoes and I was afraid of getting a splinter. I placed the bottle on a little patio table that was there and sat on the edge of the hammock and waited. A few minutes later Cheryl came through the door. She looked real good all in black; her blond hair seemed to shine on its own against all the darkness. "I hope this meets with your approval," I whispered to her as she approached. "So far it is looking very good." I stood up and we kissed. I had planned on drinking some wine while chatting there in the darkness looking out and seeing the lights of the not too distant neighbors but we were both already too turned on to wait. We pawed over the tops of the clothes we were wearing delighting at the textures. She grabbed my ass through the skirt and stopped. She pulled back a question in her eye. "I didn't think pantyhose would allow for things to stick through the holes between the buttons too well," I confided to her. "So I bought some special things." Without a word she returned to the kiss but her hand went immediately to the front of the skirt. She deftly undid one button and reached through. I felt her fingers sliding across the satin exploring. She found the edge and pulled it to the side releasing my cock. Her breath quickened as she pulled it outside my skirt through the hole. During this time I had also been at work pulling her skirt higher, and unbuttoning her blouse. She had stepped back a bit and I was busying myself kissing between her breasts. I also found that she had done as I hoped and only put on what I had left on the bed. No panties and she was already dripping wet which was great because I was close to coming myself. I turned her around away from me and gently pushed her so that her hands with on the railing bent over away from me. I looked down at the garters that emerged from beneath the skirt bunched up at her waist and led across her bare ass to the tops of the stockings on her legs. I stepped closer and guided my hardness into the wet softness of her pussy. She pushed back against me and I wondered how she felt feeling my skirt press against her bottom and wrap gently around her legs as I buried myself as deep as I could. I drew back and slid in again and I heard a whimper escape her lips. Holding her hips I moved against her trying to determine the speed that she wanted matching my thrusts to her motion back against me. Soon I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed her hips tight and pulled her against me driving myself in a deep as possible. I thought part of my skirt might have entered her I was pressed so hard against her. I heard her breath coming in short pants as I spasmed over and over inside her. I finally bent over her wrapping my arms around her from behind. I was using all my strength to not allow my knees to buckle. "Oh, my," she whispered. "Are you alright?" "Me?" I asked quietly, "I'm terrific. What about you?" "Oh, I'm incredible," she stood up just a bit, not enough to make me withdraw. "I was surprised I was still able to stand after the first orgasm. Then after the second I was sure I was going to fall. I'm surprised I am still standing." "Well, why don't we make use of the hammock," I suggested. She nodded and I gently moved away from her sliding out. I had thought enough to bring some napkins with me, though I didn't think for this reason. Just got lucky. I took one and cleaned myself off and handed another to her. When I finished I slid myself back inside my skirt and put everything back in place before I buttoned the skirt back up. Cheryl finished cleaning as much as she could, rebuttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt back down. We took our wine and I carefully sat in the hammock, then swung my legs in while gathering my skirt so Cheryl wouldn't need to worry about sitting on it when she got in. We lay there together sipping wine for a few minutes not saying anything. "I like your fantasies," I broke the silence. "Actually, that isn't exactly how I pictured it," she giggled, "but I liked your interpretation a lot." "What did you have in mind?" I turned to look at her. "Well, we were facing each other for one thing. And I pictured sucking on you a bit before getting into it. I thought I would have to reach under your skirt and pull the pantyhose down before I would get you through the skirt. What are you wearing under there? Show me!" I looked at her a moment then reached down and pulled my skirt up. She leaned forward and pulled more of the skirt out of the way. "Nice garter and panty," she commented. "I like the stockings, too." "I wasn't sure how you would take it, you usually don't give me a panty to wear, except that once, but I felt it worked better for this situation." She ran her hand up the front of the panty sending a shiver up my body. Then she tossed my skirt back down making me decent again. "I guess I can live with it this time," she answered. "But honestly, I don't know why it bothers me. I like having you in a dress like this, but I don't like panties on you." "I'll try and keep that in mind," I told her. "There will probably be occasions that they will be necessary though. "So, a couple orgasms, eh?" I teased. "I was afraid I would come before I even got started I got so turned on. When you were feeling my ass and I could feel the skirt against my bare skin, I wondered how it felt to you, and then when you reached inside the skirt and the feel of your fingers through the satin I was aching to get inside you. Tell me about your side." "Well, it started when I saw what you laid out for me. I know you know I have a couple pair of sexy panties but since you didn't lay them out with the rest of the clothes I didn't put any on, it felt electric walking up the stairs and outside. The first orgasm hit me as soon as your finger touched my clit while I was holding you sticking out of the skirt. The second came rapid fire when you entered me. I looked down and saw my legs in the black stockings, your legs in white stockings, I felt you skirt sliding around my legs and on top of that, you sliding inside me which always set me ready to come. After that I was struggling to stay standing. Then you started coming, I couldn't believe I had another one in me. I don't think I've ever come three times in a row like that." We talked longer and finished off the bottle of wine. Cheryl's description of how it felt on her side had me all excited again. I suggested we go back inside. We rolled out of the hammock, I grabbed the empty bottle and the used up napkins. Cheryl gingerly worked her way down the stairs and I followed after turning out the bedroom light. We took up seats at the bar and poured from the second bottle of wine. After a few more minutes I couldn't contain myself any longer. I stood up and took my skirt off, and then I removed my blouse. I pulled Cheryl off the stool into an embrace kissing her gently. While we kissed I unzipped her skirt and pushed it to the floor. Then I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. While I was doing this she was tracing her fingers over the little bumps my nipples were making against the silky fabric of the camisole. Once again she pulled me outside the satin thong and we found ourselves on the carpeted floor slowly making love. The feeling of her legs wrapped around mine, the stocking sliding against each other, the slickness of the camisole sliding against the bustier. Only the fact that we had exhausted ourselves upstairs on the porch allowed us to continue for as long as we did. But eventually I reached the point of climax. And afterward we lay there together for several minutes before we decided to go to bed. We shed our sexy lingerie, put on our nightgowns and cuddled under the covers before dropping off to sleep. * - * - * The next month went by and we spent a couple weekends together. I didn't always wear dresses or nightgowns, actually after that weekend of Cheryl's fantasy it seemed to take the steam out of things for a while. I showed up again on a Friday night at the bar. Once again we decided I would follow her home but when I got there I saw another car in the driveway. "Whose car is that?" I asked as we walked through the garage. "Oh, that's Diane's. You know her," she answered as we walked into the kitchen. Indeed I did no her, her and her ex-husband. They were good friends still as we were with both of them. The house was dark as we walked to the bedroom so I didn't say anything more until the door was closed behind me. "She just here for a visit?" I prodded. "Yeah, she came in for the weekend. She stopped by the bar before you got there and got the key. She wasn't feeling like sitting at the bar tonight and we are planning on just lazing around the house tomorrow," she explained as she undressed. "OK," I answered as I also stripped, "you could have told me you had plans for tomorrow. I would have understood and gone home tonight." "No," she crawled into bed naked. "We are all good friends and I am sure she won't mind you being here. Besides, I was really in the mood to have you tonight." With that she grabbed me by the cock and pulled me into the bed. We wrestled around for about an hour before we dropped off into an exhausted but satisfied sleep. The next morning I got up and showered. The bed was empty so I expected Cheryl was out chatting with Diane. I threw on my clothes and went to join them for a few minutes before I headed home. Diane was sitting at the kitchen table in a short nightgown, Cheryl was making some breakfast in a long nightgown she must have gotten out of the drawer after she got up that morning. "Good morning all," I cheerily greeted them as I took a seat at the table. The table had a glass top and I noticed right away some curly brown hair just under the edge of Diane's nightie. I wasn't expecting that and I tried to look away quickly pretending I hadn't seen it. "Good morning," Cheryl called from the kitchen. "I had just told Diane you were here and she decided not to change clothes." "Nope," Diane added. "I just want to be a bum and not feel like I have to do anything. You've both seen me without makeup before." "Well, not to worry," I explained. "After breakfast I'll head out and leave the day to you ladies. I didn't know you were here for a visit until I got here last night." "No worries," Diane assured me. "You are one of the good guys, Greg. While I have no doubts about your manliness, you can also fit in and be one of the girls at times." I looked over at Cheryl wondering what was coming. "Oh, trust me," Cheryl added, "he definitely is a man." "Well, I don't need or want any details," Diane held her hands up. "I am just going to pretend he is one of the girls while he is here. I should have brought something comfortable to lounge in. I thought it would be just the two of us." "Well, maybe underwear," Cheryl pointed out. "What? This isn't see through and I am not wearing a bra today just to keep my nipples from poking it." "Not that, your nightgown is a bit short," Cheryl smiled, "especially for a glass table top." "Well, damn," Diane looked down through the top. "I guess the cat is out of the bag." "Hey, all I know is that you are sporting your natural hair color," I know I was blushing a bit. "Thanks," she sighed. "Oh well, too late to do anything about it now. Unless it is going to gross you out while we eat breakfast." I shook my head no, Cheryl just shrugged her shoulders. Within a couple minutes breakfast was on the table. We ate and chatted about lots of things. I couldn't help glancing at times down through the table, especially because Diane kept reaching down and giving a tug on the hem of the nightgown trying to be sure she was covered. "Well, thank you for breakfast," I nodded to Cheryl. "It's been great talking with you both but I don't want to intrude on the day you had planned so I'll head out." I picked up my dishes and took them to the kitchen sink, Cheryl followed and Diane brought hers. Now that she was standing the nightgown she was wearing was plenty long enough to keep her decent. I turned and kissed Cheryl but hesitated before giving Diane a hug. Diane moved toward me and hugged me anyway; I bent a bit to avoid her feeling how the sights of the morning had affected me. "What are your plans for the day?" Diane asked as she stepped away from me. "Nothing much, head home. Probably do a little house cleaning," I shrugged. "House cleaning!" Diane exclaimed. "No! We have got to save you from that. Stay here with us. We'll talk, play games, after a while we'll start drinking. I'll even put on some panties so you don't have to stare at my hairy snatch. No bra though, you'll just have to deal with my tits." I laughed. "Your tits are fine. And I didn't mind your hairy snatch. What about you Cheryl?" "I don't mind her tits or snatch either. Seen it all before." "No, I mean how do you feel about me sticking around?" I knew she was just being difficult. "You know I like having you around. I wouldn't have invited you back last night if I did," she explained. "And this is Diane's weekend away so if she wants you here, I'm happy to have you join us." "OK, then I guess I will stay," I went back to the kitchen table. "So, what's up first." "First, I'm getting those panties," Diane announced as she headed for the stairway. Then she stopped and turned to me. "Did you bring any other clothes with you?" "No," I admitted. "I really ought to put a clean change of clothes in the car. I come over here enough I ought to be better prepared." "Maybe Cheryl can lend you a nightgown so you can be as comfortable as us," she turned and headed for the stairs. "Those jeans look a little tight on you and can't be that comfortable." I looked at Cheryl as Diane disappeared. She just shook her head at me in an "I don't know" fashion. Then she grinned and whispered, "You know where they are, but I would suggest something other than the black lace." I sat there until Diane returned. Same nightgown, obviously still braless, she was true to her word about staying in bum mode. "Still sitting there?" Diane sat at the table, a flash of white panty as she crossed her legs beneath the table. "I know Cheryl has at least one nightgown that would fit you if she doesn't mind lending it to you." She glanced over at Cheryl who shook her head confirming she wouldn't mind. "See? Look, it's up to you but I think it would be fun just unwinding, all three of us, bumming around in our nighties. If I had realized it was going to be this way I would have brought a longer one for myself but I only packed this one. Go get comfortable and come back and join us. I'll feel more comfortable too." I decided to go for it. It was odd that just a little more than a month ago I had a fantasy of sharing my cross dressing with someone and it turned out amazing. Now I was adding another woman, though only a nightgown and not for sex I was sure. "I'll be back," I walked slowly from the room around the corner into the dining room and stopped to listen. I needed to know if Cheryl was sharing our secret or not. It wasn't acceptable if she was no matter how this turned out. "What are you doing?" I heard Cheryl ask. "I don't know," Diane answered. "I just thought it might be fun. He is such a sweet guy and always seems like one of the girls to me. Not in how he looks, in how he acts around us. Haven't you noticed he always migrates toward the women? Part of it is flirting, and I have no doubts that he wouldn't crawl into bed with any one of us. But that isn't all it's about. I think he generally likes being around women more than guys. I bet if it were two guys hanging out today he still would have left. "I hope you don't mind I volunteered one of your nightgowns for him," she went on. "Not at all," I heard Cheryl answer but I didn't listen to anything more. I turned and went into the bedroom to change satisfied with what I had heard. I stripped off my clothes and grabbed a long nightgown from the drawer. It was purple, sleeveless. The top had lace that came down in a V that would have met just below my breasts if I had any showing off whatever cleavage I might have had. There was a lace band that stretched around my body where the lace all came together. Below that the fabric reached the floor. There was a lot of fabric in the skirt; I could imagine it would stand out in a full circle if it were laid out flat. Even with all the extra folds my penis held out some of it ahead of me. Diane might not mind her nipples sticking out (and I didn't either) but I wasn't comfortable with my dick sticking out like this. I spotted a pair of pink panties in the sewing basket on the desk. I examined them and they appeared to be in good shape, I saw nothing that needed repairing. I struggled getting them on, not because they were too small, but trying to get all the material of the nightgown out of the way. It would have been easier putting them on without the nightgown. I thought going to the bathroom would be a pain, but I'll deal with that later. Steeling myself I went back to the kitchen. I walked in as though it were perfectly natural. I reveled in the feeling of the material flowing all around me. I took a seat at the table. "So, what are we talking about?" I asked. Diane grinned as she looked me over. "You, actually. I had a feeling you would go along with this." She proceeded to tell me a lot of what I had overheard while eavesdropping before changing. "Yes, you are right on a lot of points. I am more comfortable around women than men. And I probably do hit on all the girls, at least the ones I find interesting enough to warrant it. But what does that have to do with having me wear this?" I wasn't about to admit to anything yet. "I don't know," Diane sipped at a glass of juice she had. "Partly I wondered if you would do it. Partly it was what I said, get as comfortable as we are." We talked for a little while about what Diane had been up to out on the farm she lived on. We talked about movies. I got up and turned on some music and discussed latest bands we had heard and liked and the gossip surrounding various celebrities. After a while the talk turned to clothes and favorite fashion. "I hardly get to dress up nice any more," Diane complained. "I'm working out at that construction office and jeans just make more sense. I brought a dress with me in case we decided to go out somewhere tonight but I really just want to hang out here." "We could always have a bit of a dress up dinner," Cheryl offered. "That is if you are tired of just bumming around. I'm okay either way." "Well, you've already seen the clothes I brought with me. Not too dressy, jeans and a polo. But if that works for you I don't mind." Diane grinned. "How have you liked bumming with the girls so far today?" "I've enjoyed it quite a lot," I admitted. "You seem pretty comfortable in the nightgown, and I could tell you are wearing panties, not men's underwear, by the line I saw when you bent over earlier," she accused. I could feel my face heating up. "Well, I didn't want the front of the nightgown sticking out all day. I had to put on something to contain myself. I hope you don't mind," I turned to Cheryl. "I saw them in the sewing basket and they fit me." Cheryl snickered. I hadn't worn anything pink during our little play times. "Oh, I don't have any problem with that," Diane remarked. "It just goes to show me even more that I was right about who you are. "And in that sense, I would like to do a dress up dinner if that works for you Cheryl and you too Greg." We both agreed and discussed what we would like to have. It became evident that we would have to do some shopping because the kitchen didn't have half of what we wanted on the menu. "I can go to the store while you two get ready for dinner," I offered. "Once I change clothes I'm pretty much ready to go." "No," Diane disagreed. "It is going to take you a lot longer to get ready tonight. I think you would probably like to wear a dress to dinner like we are but there need to be some changes." She stepped toward me and ran her finger down my exposed "cleavage". "First you are going to have to shave this off. I've enjoyed your hanging out as one of the girls, but this hair has been a real distraction." She pulled my nightgown up to my knees and bent to look. "Yup, legs too. "Cheryl," she went on, "once again I am volunteering your things without asking. Do you have a razor he can borrow, and a dress with the appropriate accessories? I'm afraid I don't have much I can lend him with me but if you do, I think it would be great fun." Cheryl looked at me for a moment. I gave no reaction at all wondering what she wanted to do. After a moment she turned back to look at Diane. "No, that's not a problem at all, if he wants to go along with it," she agreed. "We can do the shopping while he gets cleaned up." "Let's get started then!" Diane leapt up clapping her hands. She practically ran up the stairs and into the bedroom closing the door behind her. "What is going on?" I asked Cheryl as I followed her to the bedroom. "Maybe she is sensing the same thing that led me to giving you that dress to try on the first time. You didn't object so I thought you might like to go along with it," she reached in and turned on the shower. "I thought maybe you had told her about things we had been doing," I accused. "No," she answered as she stripped off the nightgown she had been wearing and stepped into the shower. "That is just between us and unless you bring it up tonight I won't say anything. You can continue to pretend this is the first time you've done this. But now you need to be sure she won't share this with anyone either." I left her to get ready and went back to the game room. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat on the couch. I listened to the music and thought about all that had been going on, not just the weird way this day had gone, but all the days that Cheryl and I had shared since I started "sharing" my secret with her. After a while the bedroom door opened. Diane came out in a light blue dress. It was skin tight to the waist with half sleeves. The skirt flared out and ended just above her knees. She smiled down at me over the railing that overlooked the game room. I could almost see all the way up her dress and she didn't seem to mind at all. Either she knew the skirt was just long enough, or really did think of me as one of the girls. I wasn't sure how I felt about either one. She knew Cheryl and I had shared a bed the night before so I doubted she would be trying to put a move on me. She also knew that under other circumstances I would crawl into her bed in a heartbeat, nightgown or not. She came down the stairs and entered the room. "So, what do you think?" she held her arms up and gave me a full turn. "You look incredible," I told her honestly. Aside from the dress she had on a high-heeled sandal and had done her hair and make-up. "Come here a minute." She stepped closer and I could see the sheer nylon of the nude hose she was wearing spanning the gaps between her toes. "I was curious if you had hose on or not," I admitted. "Your legs look great and I had to know." Diane grinned. "You are a funny guy." She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm having a lot of fun, and I needed to have some fun. Thanks for hanging out with us and going along with this." "I'm a little surprised myself, but I just couldn't find a good reason to tell you no," I tried to explain. "But if this gets out to anyone outside this house, I don't think I'd be able to hang out with anyone we know again." "Don't worry, as long as Cheryl doesn't say anything, nothing will get out," she promised me. "I've already spoken with Cheryl and she won't say anything." "I bet she won't. She doesn't want to lose her booty call buddy," she laughed and stepped away from me just as Cheryl came into the room. "What's going on in here?" she asked as she finished putting on an earring. "Well, I was confirming with Diane that what has been going on here today would stay just between the three of us. And that I thought she looked terrific," I informed her. "And now I would like to add that you look amazing too!" She was wearing the silk dress that I had been unable to fit into on an earlier adventure. One thing I didn't understand was that she insisted on wearing black hose with it and I thought it looked better with nude hose. No matter, she still looked great and I wasn't going to debate it this day. I knew she wasn't wearing the bustier with stockings because the neckline came down too low. "You two are going to really stand out at the grocery store dressed like that," I told them. "Please don't pick up anyone and bring them home with you. I don't think I am ready to share." They both laughed and started toward the garage. "Hey," I called to Cheryl. "Was there something you wanted to give me to wear?" "Tell you what," she turned to face me. "Just go through the closet and see what fits and what you might like. When we get back we'll see how it works." With that they turned and left. I went to the bedroom and stripped off the nightgown and panties putting them both back to where I had gotten them. I turned on the shower and looked around. I found a new razor sitting on the vanity, I couldn't believe I was about to do this. I figured out that it would have probably been a lot easier, faster and safer trying to shave my body in the bathtub rather than the shower but I did manage to finally get it done before the hot water ran out without nicking myself anywhere. I dried off, wrapped the towel around me and ventured into the closet. I sorted through all the clothes looking for just the right dress to wear. Diane and Cheryl both looked like a million bucks, I wanted to at least look like a couple thousand. I skipped over the dresses I had worn, I wanted something different. I didn't want floor length since they were both wearing short dresses, so I skipped past those too. I found a really nice yellow dress but it was a bit too small. I continued my search. I was feeling like I would have to go with one of the black dresses I had worn, one of Cheryl's work dresses, when I came across a forest green dress I hadn't seen before. It didn't have any tags on it so it must be something she has had for a while; I'd just never seen her in it. I pulled it off the hanger and put it on. It fit! I took it back off, grabbed my towel from the floor and went back into the bathroom and hung it up to dry. I went back into the bedroom where I rummaged through the drawers. I played with the idea of wearing the bustier with the stockings, but decided against it for this time. It might be nice to do it one time Cheryl and I were home alone in the future. The neckline of the dress was round and didn't dip very far. I grabbed a black bra, a pair of black panties (not the same ones that were too tight before), and black pantyhose. I decided not to add padding to the bra, I thought Diane was looking to have me just experience being dressed like the girls, not actually trying to be a girl. I was about to slip the dress over my head again when I heard them come into the kitchen through the garage. I sorted through the netlike material in the skirt that made it fill out, found the opening and got it on over my head. I got it adjusted and went to the kitchen to join my dinner dates. "Well, look at you!" Diane cried out. "I love it. Give me a spin, show me all of it." I grinned and did a slow pirouette for her. "Where did you find that?" Cheryl asked. "In your closet, of course," I answered as I finished my turn. "I wanted to find something appropriate that would complement the way you two are dressed. This seemed appropriate. Is it alright?" "Oh, it's fine. I just don't remember seeing it in years. I guess I really need to clean out my closet." "You even put on a bra," Diane commented. "Yeah," I reached up and picked at the bra through the dress. "I figured you were looking for me to experience the evening like a girl so I went all out. I didn't pad it because I didn't think you were looking for me to do that." "No, I think that is perfect," Diane smiled. "Cheryl and I talked while we were gone and we were curious as to what you would come up with." She looked at Cheryl, "I think we ought to help finish the look." Cheryl nodded. "What?" I asked. "Come with us," Diane took my hand and led me back to the bathroom. Cheryl followed. "We decided if you did a half-assed attempt on the outfit we would let it go with that," Cheryl explained. "But if you put in a real effort..." She turned me and sat me in a chair at the vanity. She reached down and ran her hand up my calf across my knee and part way up my thigh lifting the dress as she went. "Diane, you should feel that," she cooed. "He did a really good job shaving." "Really?" Diane turned and repeated the caress for herself. She leaned closer. "That is really nice. How do you like having you legs shaved? And did you shave your chest too? With that dress I guess you really didn't need to, it covers most of your body and upper arms." "Yes," I confessed. "I shaved my legs, chest, stomach, armpits, and arms. I still have my pubic hair though, same as you. It is amazing how all these things feel against my skin without the hair." Diane laughed and gave me a little slap on the shoulder. "Let's get started," Cheryl chided us. "We still have a dinner to prepare." "What are we doing?" I asked. "Your makeup," Diane answered. "We don't really need to do that, do we?" I asked. Makeup was never something I was interested in. "Of course not," Diane came back. "But we are going to do it anyway. You get the whole experience." They both went to work on my face and hair. I wasn't big on getting my hair cut that often and it tended to get a bit long. It wasn't long enough to turn into a woman's style but they did a pretty good job with what they had to work with. Eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, lipstick and other things were all applied to my face. Cheryl had a pair of clip-on earrings and a necklace that she put on me. At last they stepped back. "I have to say," Diane started, "he looks really good." "I don't know that I can say he," Cheryl added. "If I didn't know who was under all this I would not be sure it was a guy at all. At least unless I looked close." I turned away from them and looked at the mirror. I was shocked by what I saw. I stood up and tried to get the whole effect. They stepped back away from me for a moment letting me absorb what I was seeing. They came up, one on each side taking each of my arms. "I just have to say, anyone who was to have dinner with this group would have to consider themselves real lucky to be with us," Diane stated. "Do you two feel real lucky?" I asked a bit quietly. "I certainly do," Diane squeezed my arm. "And I feel the same as I did earlier. I'm glad you decided to play along with my crazy idea today." Cheryl squeezed my other arm. "I feel lucky too. I never thought I would see anything like this." "Well girls, shall we go get dinner ready?" Diane asked. "After seeing me like this," I started, "I almost feel like I should remind you, despite all this and doing the girls hanging out day, I am still a guy." Diane turned toward me and wrapped her arms around me. "I know Greg. I really am just having a good time with this. And even as full as this dress you are wearing is, I can feel how much of a man you really are. I'd say despite your misgivings about how we've made you look you are pretty excited about doing it." Cheryl snickered behind me. "I told you earlier, he is plenty man enough to deal with doing this if he agreed to it." Diane kissed me quick on the lips, careful not to smear either of our lipsticks. She turned and headed for the kitchen. Cheryl also gave me a gentle kiss and whispered in my ear, "This has gone further than I thought I would like it to go. But I am going to try and enjoy this evening before I take you to bed and ravage you under that dress." She drew back and smiled. "Until Diane pointed out that you had a bra on I thought you might have gone with the bustier and stockings." "I considered it but thought that might be tipping my hand too much," I confided. "Are you going to tell her this isn't the first dress you've worn?" "No, I still think I'd like to keep our adventures to ourselves." "Hey," Diane called from the other room. "Are you two coming or do you expect me to fix this by myself?" "We better go help," Cheryl took my hand and led me to the kitchen. They had picked up steaks, potatoes and asparagus along with the fixings for a big salad. I ended up outside on the patio grilling the steaks trying to keep the smoke from getting into my dress. When the steaks were ready I went back inside to find they had done up the formal dining table for dinner. We brought all the food in and had an incredible meal. We talked and laughed. We drank a lot of wine. Eventually we decided to clean up the table and kitchen and working together we managed to get it done in no time. The only real difference in the three of us running around doing the cleaning was the sound of their high-heels on the kitchen tile and my stocking feet, since there weren't any shoes around to fit me. At last we collapsed on chairs and the couch in the game room. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight. The evening had flown by faster than I could have imagined. "So, how did you like spending the day as one of the girls?" Diane asked. "I've had the most wonderful time," I admitted. "In a way I'm sorry it is almost over. I hope you really did have fun today with me." "Absolutely," Diane assured me. "You could have rejected me as just trying to embarrass you somehow but you trusted me and I appreciate that. Plus it really changed the dynamic. I love you Greg, you are an incredible flirt, but today you didn't do that so much. You could have tried things acting silly, or making sexual comments, whatever. But you really did seem to take on the role of one of the girls. I'm glad you stayed. And thank you, Cheryl, for letting me do this to him with all your things. Thanks for going along with it." "Actually, I've enjoyed this a lot today as well," Cheryl agreed. "I didn't think I would like him prancing around in my panties and bra and all made up, but you are right. He was different than most guys would act and I can't wait to get him into bed." "Well, I guess that is my cue. I think I'll head on to bed and let you two alone." She stood up and headed for the stairs. We got up and put up a few things then started for the bedroom. "Good night," Diane called from above us. "Good night," we called back to her. As I looked up she was standing at the rail and she grinned down at me. She turned and went into the bedroom and closed the door. I didn't mention to Cheryl that I found it interesting that Diane chose not to wear panties under her dress. Once in the bedroom Cheryl wasted no time. She backed me up until I fell on my back on the bed. She pulled my dress up and yanked the pantyhose and panty down. I could not see past the pile of fabric but I felt her mouth engulf me. I played with my own nipples feeling the smooth fabric of the dress on my fingers, and the bra on my nipples. I could hear her making little grunting noises and felt my cock getting pulled around until at last I knew what she was up to. Her face appeared above the pile of dress on my stomach and she straddled me pulling her dress up out of the way. She had managed to get her own pantyhose and panty off while sucking on me. So many feeling were flooding my mind now. I felt her warmth and softness as she lowered her body onto my cock. I felt the silk of her dress caress my legs, still covered by the pantyhose that had been lowered only far enough to give Cheryl access to what she wanted. Her hand went to my chest and I felt the underwire of the bra dig into my chest. I reached up and pulled the top of her dress to the side, her nipple visible through the sheer black lace bra she wore. I rubbed my finger across it feeling how stiff it was against the smooth cup. Each touch of mine elicited another moan, grunt or whimper from her. I pulled the strap off her shoulder and bared her breast to my eager mouth. I licked and sucked on it. She was pounding up and down on my shaft so hard. I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled my head back needing air; I felt I could hardly breathe. The first explosion came inside her. She pressed hard down on me and I let go with a second load. I looked at her exposed breast; it was smeared with the lipstick I forgot I had been wearing. At the sight of it I exploded again. Cheryl collapsed on top of me crushing the skirts of the two dresses between us. The final spasm was so weak that I don't know that there was anything that actually came from it. I wrapped my arms around her hugging her as tight as my waning strength allowed. We lay like that for several minutes. At last she pushed herself back up sitting on me. "We need to clean off the make-up," she told me. "It's a little strange looking at that face while making love. It almost seemed like a threesome." "I forgot about the make-up until I saw I got lipstick all over your breast." She looked down and lifted her breast to see it better. "Well, that's a first," she commented. "There have been a lot of firsts lately. Grab us something to wear to bed and meet me in the bathroom." She backed off and I slipped out from within her. Then I felt the silk dress sliding across me as she moved off the bed. Shivers ran through my body and I watched her go into the bathroom. I finally got myself to the edge of the bed and removed the pantyhose and panty before going to the armoire and opening the nightgown drawer. There were two little nightgowns, one pink, one blue, nylon with minimum sleeve and would come to just a couple inches below our butts. I turned and took them to the bathroom. I laid the pink one on the sink near Cheryl and laid my blue one near the sink I was using. Cheryl handed me some things to take off the makeup and instructed me in how to do it. I went to the closet and pulled my dress off and dropped it in a pile of things that needed to be cleaned; the bra I was wearing joined it as well. When I returned to the bathroom Cheryl was working on her face. She had put on the blue nightgown and had moved the pink one to my side. I decided not to comment on it but just picked it up and slipped it on over my head and went to work cleaning my face. It was a relief taking earrings off, my lobes felt strange without the weight of them. She finished before I did and went to bed. A few minutes later I joined her. It wasn't long before we were asleep. * - * - * We woke up the next morning. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with nightgowns; it was all twisted up around my chest practically not even on my body. I pulled it back down as I got out of bed. Cheryl was already heading for the armoire but plucked the pink panties out of the sewing basket and tossed them to me. "You should probably wear these," she grinned, "unless you plan on giving Diane a show at breakfast." "When did you decide it was alright for me to wear your underwear?" I caught them and pulled them on. "The night of my fantasy started it, last night clinched it," she pulled some plain white panties out of the drawer and slipped them on. "If I can get that hot and bothered over you in full dress-up mode with makeup and all, I can handle seeing you in my panties. Although if you were to buy some things of your own, I certainly wouldn't mind. It certainly worked well the last time yo