Bree 3 A Trip To The Mountains
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A Girl Called Bree Part 2 free porn video
"Hey sweetie,
Sorry for taking so long to reply to you. I've been away, its all been
very busy and really silly. I loved your itinerary, so thoughtful and
generous. Really clever of you to think of everything, making me feel
secure and safe.
I'm still really nervous about going out, I wish I wasn't, and everyone
on Flickr says such lovely things but I just don't see that I'd pass.
Do hope you understand but I don't think I'm ready."
A pause. You check your make up, feeling the lace and satin with your
long nailed hand, catching a glimpse of the dark beauty with the
bright eyes and passionate lips in the reflection in the window. You
cross and re cross your smooth legs, aware of the new pressure in your
panties, causing you to smile to yourself.
"Being away gave me a chance to reflect and think, and maybe just maybe
if you would like perhaps maybe we could meet up? I thought maybe an
apartment hotel, not our homes but with enough space that maybe I could
or we could cook, spend some time together getting to know one another.
New York gave me time to understand that sometimes you have to take a
risk and break free of previous ways of thinking. I'm hoping that this
is a surprise to you and that you're nervous and excited about what
could happen."
There you've said it but it's still safe, still a fantasy whilst it
exists solely in your outbox. But you're going share it with someone
else, send it across the air to an inbox, someone's inbox who you don't
really know but someone who excites you. Your long finger nail with its
French tip hovers over the send button and with one last soft intake of
breath you send it. Almost immediately you hit refresh, nothing, really
what did you expect. You glance up at the ceiling and notice things
you've never seen before, even though you've had your apartment for a
while now. The tightness has subsided and you do one last refresh. A
new message. An out of office message, away until the 8th. Wish you
could retrieve the mail but know that's not an option.
The sun has dipped in the sky and the shadows are lengthening. You
stand, one arm wrapped round your narrowed waist and for a beat you're
lost in the memory of New York. Turning on your high heeled slipper you
click through the kitchen to your bed room. Slipping out of your
glamorous day wear, carefully hanging up the gown and robe, putting the
mules back in wardrobe replacing it with your favourite camisole and
French knickers, finally stepping into the pink comfiness of a Juicy
Couture track suit and soft slippers. Make up refreshed but toned down
and hair brushed and back on its stand, you're about to settle down
when your mum rings with all her news about your dad, her sisters, her
friends and on it goes.
With feet tucked up under you, listening somewhat inattentively as you
remember the times she almost caught you wearing her clothes, having to
think rapidly when she found your long dark hair saying it was for a
heavy metal fancy dress party, explaining to your Dad about watching
the Crying Game late at night.
Tere was the excitement you felt growing when they where preparing to
go out, Dad impatiently waiting for Mum who was fussing about something
or other, all the while you knew within 20 mins you'd be in bra,
knickers, stockings, heels and a dress, sitting putting on the make up
you'd stolen from Boots, and feeling really lovely and girly, reading a
racy Jilly Cooper novel. It was an indulgent time, with the threat of
capture adding to the thrill.
After school the female you took a back seat, never quite forgotten
just not a priority as career became the focus, travelling across
Europe, enjoying the pace and variety. Progressing well, you applied
for a job running a small team but based in the centre of town which
would allow you to spend a more time with family and friends and get on
the property ladder.
Working on the international team your colleagues organised a leaving
party to take place in Amsterdam. There were drinks and food before
piling into taxis for a caberet club. In high spirits and buoyed by
booze you spot that its in fact a transvestite club. At once, suddenly,
miraculously you were sober and clear headed. The group was approached
by an insanely pretty blonde waitress who took you all to the table.
She was captivating, young and confident, the way she presented
herself, her slender hips swaying in her satin flared mini skirt, the
twitch of her calf muscles in the patent stilettos, the gestures, the
impeccable nails, flowing blonde hair down her back, the slight bounce
to her boobs, everything was perfect.
Whilst the rest of the party continued getting hammered, whooping and
laughing at the acts, a succession of vivacious girls lip-synching with
gusto, all you wanted to see was the waitress. Thankfully your group
were intent on drinking til they dropped and she kept coming back to
the table with more drinks and further orders. You took the mantle of
dealing with her, ordering more drinks, smiling shyly at first before
raising your eyebrows, shaking your head, commenting on the state of
your colleagues. She returned the smile, and touched your hand, wow
what a buzz, and slid away to collect more shots.
On your way back from the gents you spotted her at the bar and went
over to ask for more drinks. She had her back to you as you approached,
mesmerised by her pert round bottom, but as you reached her she spun
round, playfully putting her hands on her perfect hips.
"Are you stalking me ?" she said, half smiling, half joking.
"Er no, no, er I just wanted to order another round"
"Shame, you cuter than most"
"oh"
"And the thought of being with me is turning you on so much"
You blushed and looked down immediatley, avoiding her statement.
"Don't worry, happens all the time, pretty trannies have that effect on
straight boys"
A pause as you hope, yearn for, the world to swallow you up.
Experience or intuition tells her she's touched a nerve.
"oh i see, it's not the first time for you, its been going on for a
while. Sorry don't mean to upset you, please don't look so sad"
Another pause, your mind a blur, unable to speak. She reaches out and
lays a pretty hand on your forearm.
"Listen, meet me outside in an hour if you want to go somewhere and
talk. Sisters should stick together"
"Got to go, friends will be wondering" and you leave her standing
alone. As you shuffle away she watches you, shakes her head, adjusts
her skirt, and checks herself in the mirror before tottering off.
An hour later you're running through the rain dampened streets.
Goodbyes at the hotel, hugs, stay in touches, waves, offers of more
drinks, your Greek colleague admitting she'd always fancied you. All
you wanted was them to leave so you could grab a cab and get back to
the club. It was taking forever and finally when the coast was clear
there were no cabs and you had to run. You arrive 20 mins after the
waitress had said, the street was quiet and empty. You look at the sky
and curse, what are you doing, running to meet a transvestite waitress,
idiot. You sit on a low wall and as you do a door opens and a shaft of
light shines onto the street.
"Hi" says a young guy in jeans and hooded top. "Didn't think you'd come
you looked so freaked"
It's her but has him. Shorter without heels and with cropped hair, the
glorious legs now in trousers and trainers instead of heels.
"You weren't expecting me were you ? I know you know I'm a boy"
He's straight forward, honest, and direct. You must have looked crest
fallen so he said
"Come on, lets get a drink, I've been carrying them all night in 5"
heels and I could do with one. I'm Nicholas by the way but you can call
me Nicky if you prefer"
As you walk he talks, about the club, about Amsterdam, about himself.
"Here we are" going into a narrow discreet door. It's a low lit room,
quiet music, and small bar down one wall. There are a number of tables
and booths, Nicky points to a booth telling you to take a seat. You sit
and look around. The rest of the clientele are a mixture of men and
women talking quietly at tables. In the far corner two couples are
moving slowly together on the small dance floor. Nicky appears with 2
beers and takes a seat opposite. You notice his carefully manicured
nails and shaped eyebrows and he smiles warmly, spotting that you
noticed, and in his frank way he says.
"You've got it bad haven't you? I think it's been a while, you'd almost
forgotten your tranny desires as you've been supressing them for so
long but then boom its front of mind again and the urge is stronger
than ever before. "
And then you talk, really talk, about everything and its a massive
relief. Nicky listens, not really talking, just listening. After an
hour and another beer he's says
"Come on lets go"
"Where to"
"You need to ask"
"Oh"
Outside he hails a cab, opens the door and you climb in. He slides in
girly style, bottom first swinging his legs in, and gives the driver an
address. 15 mins later you arrive at an modern apartment block. The
communal areas are clean and fresh, and you take the lift to the 8th
floor. He smiles and says,
"Don't look so worried, its OK, everything will be good"
The lift arrives and he lets you into his apartment. It's clean and
comfortable, low sofas and gentle lighting, hard floors and large soft
rugs.
"Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a bit, why don't you make some
coffee"
He disappears and you find your way to the small neat kitchen. Looking
around there photos on the fridge and in frames on the wall, Nicky as a
boy and a girls, with friends laughing, looking into the distance,
posing and relaxing, cuddling up to handsome guys and with pretty
girls. The coffee percolates, and you take it through to the lounge on
a tray with milk and sugar. Setting it down you here the distinct
click of heels on a hard surface and there in the doorway is Nicky.
Long dirty blonde tumbling over her shoulders, amazing make up with
stunning eyes and bright lips, dressed in pearl white night gown with
black lace edging, delicate boobs, legs bare, standing in fluffy toed
mules.
"Wow" you say with a dry mouth
"Thanks, I'm glad you like"
She walks towards you, sitting down right next to you, she smells
amazing, placing a hand on your leg, and looking into your eyes.
"Come on, bring that coffee, I've got something for you" and with that
she leans in and kisses you firmly, her tongue skittling into your
mouth. She stands and she takes your hand and leads you through to
bedroom.
"Now would you like to wear something pretty too ? I've got all sorts
of lovely soft girly clothes"
You don't answer, you can't speak, your transfixed by the beautiful
girl dressed in satin and lace standing in front of you. The front of
her gown reveals her excitement. With a subtle look shes steps forward
and says
" Why don't I help you that" running a delicate nail up the front of
your trousers whilst looking directly into your eyes. Her hand moves up
and down slowly and and after years of expectation, your body releases
you from exile with a surprised "oh my god."
"Oh" she giggles sweetly "not to worry let's clean you up and slip on
something sexy" She carefully unbuttons your shirt, unbuckles your
trousers pulling them down and pushing you gentley back onto the pure
white duvet. She slips your socks and trousers off and finally removes
your soaked boxers, throwing them into the corner of the room. She
straddles the now naked you, you can feel her hardness on your belly
and puts her slender arms around your neck.
"Now, what would you like to wear?" With a long lingering kiss she
skips off you and goes to her drawers.
"This would look lovely on you" She's holding up an amazing pink
babydoll, lace, satin and matching bikini cut panties. Your body
acknowledges its agreement and you stand as she slips it over your
head, the straps resting lightly on your shoulders and pulls the
panties up. It feels amazing though you wish you were smooth skinned.
She walks around you, squeezing your ass and making approving sounds,
and guides you to the bed. Lying down inches from this amazing girls
you say
"Thank you"
"You're welcome." With that she kisses you, lightly delicately at first
then heavier, fuller exploring each others mouths. You kiss her neck
and explore her body, running a hand over her cock and she giggles.
It's soft yet hard and as you touch it you kiss her and she gently
moans. She whispers, harder, faster, harder, faster and you do and she
releases he girly juices. She passes you a tissue and whilst you clean
you up she slips out of bed, changes into a matching babydoll to yours
and climbs back into bed. She climbs on top of you and kisses your
face, mouth, neck and chest before moving down your cock, expertly
sliding a condom on and taking it in her mouth. Looking down, the
sight of this stunning Tgirl bobbing up and down your cock means that
again its only moments before you explode in a wave of ectasy.
An hour or so later your spooning the beautiful girl, wearing matching
babydoll nighties and panties. Blissful
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