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The phone rang sharply in my ears, but it took me a moment to figure out what it was. I rolled over and grabbed the receiver, putting it to my ear as I tried to wake up. "Good morning, did I catch you in bed or are you up already? More importantly, are you alone?" I recognized the cheerful voice of Jan. True to her word, she was checking up on me to see if I had the resolve to keep my first date on a slow pace. I smiled, as I thought of the teasing she and Denise had given me when I told them of my upcoming date. "Yes, no, and yes; I'm still in bed, you woke me up, and I am alone. Don't you realize this is the weekend? How can you get up so early when it's our day off? Ugh, what time is it anyway?" Her laughter filled the phone. I could see her cheerful face and knew that whatever time it was she had likely been up for hours already as she was a real morning person. "Early, good gosh, what are you some kind of teenager? It's already 10:30 and I've done half of my weekend chores. But I guess if you were up all night gallivanting around, it would seem early. But seriously, how did it go? You have fun? Was she what you expected? You better give me the details, or I'll have to come over and drag them out of you." "Okay, okay, I'll talk, just give me a second, some of us aren't early birds like you. We didn't really stay out that late, but I had a great time. Barbara is so special. She makes me feel like I'm attractive, funny, and interesting all at the same time. The restaurant was fabulous. You're heard of the Pinnacle haven't you? It was great, so romantic and the food was delicious. The movie was good too. I mean, even with subtitles it was entertaining. We had a wonderful time." "Wow, the Pinnacle is a swanky place. Kind of expensive too, I hear. So, that was it? No hanky-panky? You were able to keep your spotless reputation?" "Hah, you're so funny. We did kiss and cuddle a bit, but that was about it. It just seemed like the right thing to go a bit slower, not that I didn't want to do more. But I wanted it to be the right time, you know what I mean?" "Sam, how come you're the only guy I know that thinks that way about that kind of stuff? Every man I ever went out with was trying to figure out how to get my panties off before we even left my front porch. I knew when I first met you I should have snapped you up. Sounds like you and Barbara had a great time. So, did you ask her out again, or are you playing it slow?" "To be honest, she's calling me after work tonight and she asked if I wanted to get together on Sunday, its' her day off." "So she's still calling the shots, what a switch. How does that feel to be the one getting chased? If you tell me she paid for everything too, then I'm going to start thinking this is all an illusion." "Actually, it feels real nice to be the one getting asked. Barbara just seems like a take charge type person. Maybe it comes from running her own store, but it does seem natural to her. I don't really have a problem with it. I mean my ego doesn't require that I be the one on top. And yes, for you snoopy-types, she paid for the whole evening. She told me right away that I was her date and she wanted to treat me." "You dog, how can you have met such a nice person, while Denise and I have to fend off these low-budget, clueless losers? If you weren't such a nice guy, I'd be really mad. I am really happy for you, Denise too. If there is one guy that deserves to find a wonderful girl it is you. I mean, we even talked about it after you left work. You're such a sensitive guy, you seem so in touch with what women are really like, that you are a real prize. Barbara is a truly lucky woman. So what's your plan for today? Breakfast at Tiffany's?" "I wish. More like Devil's Island. My place is a pigsty. That's one reason I wanted to go slow last night. If I asked her in, even for just a drink, she'd have run away screaming. I'm afraid it will take all day to pick up the messes, clean everything, and make it look presentable. I've probably got five loads of wash, plus ironing. So if you are a real friend, you'll bring that perky early riser attitude over here and help me. I promise I won't try to charm the pants off you." "Hah, finally you are back to earth. Sorry Cinderella, until Barbara comes back with the glass slipper, I'm afraid you are stuck on cleaning duty. We step-sisters have plans to go to the park and see if there are any lost princes out there. Have fun on Sunday and be prepared to tell all on Monday morning. You have to take pity on us plain Jane's that can't get a date and provide us some excitement." Jan hung up and I relaxed back in bed again. I desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but I knew my description had been far too accurate of how much a mess my place was. One thing about being a woman was there was a lot more clean-up involved. I hated to look at my bathroom. Plus half the clothes I wore this week would have to be hand washed. Knowing I had a lot to do, I finally rolled out of bed. I searched around till I found the peach-colored short robe that matched my baby doll, and slipped on my kitten heel slippers. I noticed my painted nails right away. I would have to deal with those at some point, but for now I liked the look. I glanced at the mirror over my dresser. My curls had held up surprisingly well, so I still had a very feminine look. Usually when I cleaned house, I dressed in a casual outfit, feminine, but not all out with hose and heels. Today might be a little different. I loved how I had looked last night, and wanted to extend those wonderful feelings of being female. Perhaps a touch of makeup and my wedge heels wouldn't be too hard to work in. My painted toenails would be a sparkly touch in them. I headed downstairs to make some coffee and grab some fruit for breakfast. Even though the portions last night were small, I was sure the meal was rich and more calories than I normally ate. So if I went light today, I might not gain any weight. Meeting Barbara had re- energized my desire to lose that last 10 pounds. I wanted her to see me as slim and sexy as possible. With a bit of fuel in me, I went back upstairs to get dressed for cleaning. I peeled out of my bed clothes and threw them in the large pile that represented what needed to be washed. That was another bad sign normally I would just have the clothes in my hamper to deal with. I guess having two wardrobes was also more maintenance as well as more expense. I then began to find something comfortable enough for cleaning but still feminine. After focusing on my natural bust size for the past few days, I decided to use my forms today. Not that I wasn't happy with my own, but there was just something inherently female about large breasts. I picked one of my new bras, partly because my older ones were in the wash, along with the matching panty; they were a lovely light shade of lilac in a smooth satin finish. I tucked myself automatically with the small tanga panty clinging to my cock keeping it under wraps. Pulling on a tight V-neck sleeveless top in white and a real short khaki micro-skirt gave me the casual, but sexy look I wanted. I bought the skirt when I first got serious and shaped my body for cross-dressing; it is made of spandex-nylon blend, going just past the bottom curve of my butt. Standing still everything looks fine, but as you walk, it tends to creep upward, easily exposing your panty. Like many cross-dressers, I focused on the sexist clothes possible when I first started dressing. It is definitely something to just wear around the house or before sex. The strappy white sandals, with about a 3 ? cork wedge heel topped it off. I braved the bathroom to put on a little makeup, going with just blush, lipstick, mascara, and a thin line of my favorite metallic green eye shadow. I fluffed out my curls and hit them again lightly with some hair spray. Because I would be working, I pulled my hair back on the sides and clipped it in place with a couple of barrettes that had cute little ribbon bows. Simple long dangling earrings, necklace, and anklet in gold were all the accessories I needed. I was amazed at what a difference the nail polish made it gave me a much more feminine appearance than usual. Every time I moved my hands or picked something up, they flashed femininity. I finished my work outfit with a little half-apron. It is white with a wide ruffle around the hem and two small pockets on the sides. Believe or not, the pockets are real useful for holding cleaning rags or a place to put small items you find when you are putting everything back in place. But it is mostly for show, my acknowledgment of the French Maid in me. I knew the first job was to start my laundry, so I stripped the bed and gathered up my dirty towels. With that load of wash going, I sorted the rest into lights, colors, and hand-washables. From there, I began in the area with the least mess, the kitchen. Because I had been so busy, I hadn't really cooked or done much there. So I only had to fill the dishwasher, throw away some take-out containers and wrappers, and wipe off the counter and appliances. When I scrub or wash, I wear these cute little rubber gloves in plain white decorated with flowers. Combined with my half apron, it gives me a real homemaker look. So far working in the heels wasn't as difficult as I was afraid of, and I was getting a lot done. Just as I finished the kitchen, I saw the mailman drop off some mail in my box. I had been expecting a $200 check from a rebate program, and had eagerly checked the mail each day. I was a bit nervous about a check being left in the mailbox, as I was counting on it to cover some of the cost of my recent clothes purchases. This was a dilemma now, I wanted to go get it, but it would take forever for me to change from my fem look, even without removing polish or makeup. I only had two neighbors, as I lived at the end of a small lane. Todd, a 30ish engineer lived across from me; he never got up this early on the weekends, so he wouldn't be a problem. The Wendts were a couple in their early 60s next door. She was nice, but a bit of a prude; he was the opposite, being a bit crude and loved to comment to me about the cute girls who lived on the corner. They did tend to be early risers, but as I thought about it, the chances of them seeing me in a quick trip down my sidewalk to the mailbox were slim. Bolstered by my excursion last night with Barbara, I decided to go for it. I slipped off my gloves and apron, checked out the window one last time. With the coast clear, I headed to the box walking as quickly as I could in the heels and tight skirt. Like last night, it felt invigorating to be outside in such sexy attire. Although by the time I got to the mailbox, my skirt had crept up above the bottom of my butt, the skimpy tanga panty easily visible even though it too had crept into my butt crack exposing a lot of cheek. I had just begun to open the box, when I saw Mr. Wendt. He was walking their little Schnauzer dog and looked up at me when it barked. We looked at each other momentarily, before I looked back down at the box. I was mortified and quickly reached back to pull down my skirt to cover myself and then into the box to retrieve my mail trying to go as fast as possible. But it wasn't fast enough, I heard him call to me. "Gorgeous morning beautiful, or should that be beautiful morning gorgeous? I see Sam has a visitor. Hello, I'm Charlie Wendt, his next door neighbor. I must say, you are the cutest gal that he's ever brought home. I like that skirt too. Legs that long and sexy ought to be illegal; they seem to go all the way up to that tight ass. If I was a few years younger, I might have to give old Sam a run for his money for you." I couldn't believe his leering comments or the fact that he didn't seem to recognize me. Likely he was more focused on my boobs and ass than my face. Not taking any chances or give him time to get closer, I smiled, wiggled my fingers at him in a cute girl-like wave, and then turned to go back to my front door. As I walked in the heels, I could feel the skirt ride up again but I didn't want to slow down enough to pull it back into place. I figured if he had his eyes on my butt, there would be less chance he look at my face and realize I was Sam. Once inside my door, I sighed but my heart was beating so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. I heard him shut his door, so I figured I was safe for a while. Then of course, the check was not in my mail, so it was all for nothing. With that distraction over, I returned to my cleaning. It took most of the day to get it all in shape; vacuuming, dusting, picking up clutter, and cleaning the half-bath downstairs took a few hours. Cleaning up the mess in the bath next to my bedroom took almost as long. There was powder, makeup debris, and long red hairs everywhere, seemingly plastered to the counter and floor by the overspray from spraying my curls in place. The mirror was filthy, as was the toilet and tub. Shaving so much of my body left stubble and a serious ring in the tub and even sitting to pee didn't keep from making a mess apparently. But after much scrubbing, wiping and mopping, I made it useable again. In between all that, I did three loads of laundry. Finally around 5, I decided I'd take a quick break for dinner. I ate an easy to make frozen diet meal with water. I was intent on offsetting that rich meal last night to keep on track with my weight. Assessing what was left, I had done most of the hard work. I just needed to make my bed, re-organize my dresser and closet, hand wash my lingerie and two blouses, and do some ironing. I knew it was a lot of work, but what kept me going was the thought that the next time I had a chance to ask Barb into my place, it was going to be ready. Thinking of her, I also decided when I was done that I would get totally cleaned up, remove my nail polish and be prepared to be with her as Sam. Going out as Sue was exciting, but it was also scary. I wanted to be totally ready to make love to her when I had the chance. With my stomach no longer growling and a plan in place, I went back to work. By eight, I had done the remaining laundry chores and had my bed ready. That left me with my clothes. I had bought so much female clothing that I had to move something to make room. Deciding to go for it, I packed most of my male underwear, socks, shorts and t-shirts into a storage box. That allowed me room in my dresser for all my new bras, panties, shapers, hose, nightgowns, and jewelry. I left just enough male items to get through a few days if I couldn't wear at least female undies under my regular clothes. I did a similar thinning out in my closet, packing up most of my shirts, pants, and old suits. I really only wore a small amount of my newer things to work. Looking at it when I was done, I was amazed at how different it was. Fully two-thirds of my closet was now for Sue. I hadn't realized how many skirts, blouses, dresses, etc. I now owned. My shoe rack was the same, just a brown and black pair of dress oxfords and one pair of sneakers for Sam, and over a dozen heels, pumps, and sandals in a wide range of colors for Sue. Even with that disparity, I knew there were probably a dozen more cute heels I would buy as soon as my budget could afford it. Content that I had gotten as much done as I wanted, I removed my nail polish and took a relaxing shower. Having freshly washed hair done up in a towel, I applied lotion to my newly shaved legs, torso and underarms. I missed having my polished nails, but knew I would be able to go and do anything with Barbara tomorrow. Just as a finished wiping down the shower walls, I was not getting behind this time, the phone rang. I hoped it was her. "Hello Sue, it's me. It's not too late to talk is it?" "No of course not, I've been waiting all day to hear your voice. How did work go? Hope everything went smoothly." "Ha, of course not, it never does when I have to work 14 hours. Of course one sales clerk didn't show, the computerized registers went on the fritz for a while in the middle of the day, and we were having a big sale. But I got through it and I'm free for a couple of days. How'd your day go?" "Oh thrilling. I spent all day battling the mess I made over the past two weeks. You know, it doesn't seem like you are making much of a mess, but each little thing adds up. But like you, I'm all done and ready to relax. I can't wait to see you again." "So no big events for you either?" "Not unless you count getting gawked at by my older neighbor next door. I made the mistake of dashing out to get my mail in a short skirt and heels. He spotted me, but he was so intent on drooling over my butt and the bit of panty I was flashing, I don't think he even noticed I was a guy not a girl." "There you go; I told you look really good. Just hope his wife doesn't hear about it, or you might get in a cat fight. Well if you're done with your chores and I'm free from work, how about we get together for some fun tomorrow? Nothing wild, just some relaxing at my place." "Sounds great, you want me to drive over? Just name the time and let me know how to get there." "Well I had planned on coming by to pick you up. What I want to do is grab some coffee, go to the fresh market and pick up some stuff to grill later for dinner, and then go to my place. My normal routine on Sunday afternoons in the summer is to go to the pool, catch some sun, and have a few drinks with my friends. A little bit of sun would really help you reinforce your cr?me tan; it'll make your tan lines much sharper for sure. After that we can go back, change into something casual for dinner and see what happens next. How about those plans?" "Well I had kind of thought I'd be with you as Sam not Sue. I'm not sure I could handle being in public in a two-piece girl's swimsuit. I was scared enough last night, when I had lots of padding, makeup, and everything. In a swimsuit, there wouldn't be much I could hide and considering I do have stuff to hide, I'm not sure I would pass in that situation." "So you'd rather go to the pool in one of Sam's swimsuits? Not sure that would be a winning look with your current tan. Sue, just relax. You have a very attractive female presence and are totally convincing as a girl. If we hadn't left for the movie last night when we did , I know there were two guys at the bar that were coming over to see if they could join us. Even your next door neighbor thought you were a girl up close. Plus I had so much fun last night, I like being with Sue. She is everything I was looking for in a man, if you know what I mean. Maybe I'm a closet lesbian, but I was getting so hot for you last night. I really want a chance to be alone with that girl. Plus I want Sue to meet a couple of my girlfriends that live in my condo complex. I'm sure you'd like them and if you are going to be as big a part of my life as I hope, I want them to meet Sue not Sam. So trust me please, I wouldn't ever put you in a situation that was unsafe or potentially embarrassing." "Well I did have fun, but I've already removed my nail polish and washed out my curls." "So, pick out a cute color that goes with your swimsuit, polish them tonight, and put your rollers in. I expect you to look as delicious tomorrow as you did last night. But you won't need your dramatic evening makeup. You just do something light and natural, use waterproof products if you have them. You do have a swimsuit that fits you without your forms don't you?" "Yes, it's older but in good shape, since I've never really swam in it. Are you sure I can pass? The only way I stayed calm last night was that I knew how much padding and shaping I had under my dress. Without that I feel like I really look like a man." "I know you lack the wide hips most girls have, but you do have an hourglass shape, a fairly small waist, with enough up top to be convincing. Plus with your cute face and lovely hair, all natural, you can't come across as anything but female. Again, trust me. So this discussion is over. I'll be by at 10 to pick you up. Wear something casual but cute, like that pretty yellow dress you just bought. Bring your suit, maybe a cover-up if you have one, some lotion, and a beach towel if you got it. I'll take care of everything else. Is that clear Ms. Sue?" "Well okay, if I couldn't wait to see you, this argument wouldn't be over that quick. But as it is, I'm tired and I now have a bit of beauty prep to do before I go to bed. I can't wait to see you, good night and sweet dreams." "Good night and see you first thing tomorrow." As soon as I hung up the phone, I started to worry. I know Barb said I was passable, but in a swimsuit? I really wasn't sure. But rather than fret, I got started getting back to being Sue. Since my hair was still a little wet, I just need to put some setting gel in it and roll it up. I decided that a loose wavy curl would do better than the tight one I wore last night, so I choose bigger rollers. That also meant I needed fewer so I could get done quicker. Once I had my hair up, I turned to my nails. My swimsuit was a light coral primarily, with a solid color bottom with the top having swirls of pink and red accent colors. I had a coral color that matched perfectly and since I also had a waterproof lip-stain in the same color I went that way. Although it made sense for Sue to choose these colors, Sam knew they could be problems afterward. Using a waterproof stain it generally took a few days for my lips to get back to their normal light color. I had never worn it the day before I had to go back to work. The same with the coral polish; my nails tended to be a bit yellow when I removed any polish that was darker than beige or light pink. But I would deal with those worries later; now I wanted to be sure I had as convincing a look as possible in my suit. When my nails finally dried, I put on my freshly laundered mint green chemise and crawled into bed dreaming about Barbara. Of course my cock hardened up but I took no further. Maybe tomorrow would be the day. I had set the alarm just in case, but I woke up early any way. A mix of excitement and anxiety filled me, and even though I wasn't going to go all out, I needed plenty of time to get ready and soothe my nerves. As I normally did on my days off, I had a rich cup of coffee and a banana for breakfast. I was still hungry but I liked the feeling, because it told me I was working on losing that last 10 pounds. Back upstairs, I washed my face and shaved as close as I could. I knew I wouldn't be wearing foundation so I wanted as little beard shadow as possible. I had always been lucky that way, my beard was not only fairly thin but the hairs were blondish so they hardly showed. I started on my makeup with just a touch of blush on my cheeks, my usual green eye shadow, eye liner applied only to the outer half of upper lid, and then several applications of mascara. The eyeliner and mascara were a brown color, toned down from the black I used for an evening look. Although I hadn't planned to, once I got started I went ahead and did my brows as well, using a pencil this time, as it was water resistant. The other products had all been waterproof. Even though I was going to a pool, I didn't really expect to swim wading out to my chest to cool off would likely be the maximum extent in the water. The last touch was my lip stain, a rich coral color with lots of shine. I knew it would hold up, but I would take the tube along for touchups any way. I had learned on my date, that just having all my makeup in my purse made feel much safer, but lipstick was absolutely necessary as I reapplied it three times that night. With my face set, I undid my curlers. This time my hair was looser, and I took my fingers and ran them through to give it an even more tousled look. To keep it out of my face, I pulled back the center strands and used a clip to hold them back. It was one of my fancier ones, with a tortoise shell look with some gold accents. A quick once over with my hair spray and applying some perfume and I was done in the bath. I went to my bedroom to get my clothes together. I found my swimsuit, a cute number I got from Victoria Secret, which looked much smaller than I remembered and a semi sheer net cover-up dress in white and put them both in my large VS tote bag. I wanted to have heels that would complement the suit, and knew the yellow pumps I would wear with my dress wouldn't do. Finally I decided the standby white strappy cork wedges would work, so they went in the bag as well. A large bath towel in soft peach would be close enough to a beach towel for today. Even though I looked tan, I knew without lotion I could burn, so I brought both SPF 15 which should allow some tanning, and SPF 50 in case we stayed at the pool for more than a couple of hours. With my swim needs taken care of, it was time to get dressed. I had thought about the yellow dress as I fell asleep last night. Around the house I had worn it with the strapless bra, but I was dying to pair it with the cute lemon yellow lingerie that I had bought last week. I knew the straps from the balconette bra would show, but they were in the same family of yellow shades as the dress and had pretty white lace decorations, so I thought it would look flirty and fun to have then show. The tiny yellow lace bikini felt perfect under the dress, but I was still nervous about appearing in public as a woman, so I opted for a nice tan pair of pantyhose and my padded shaper to give me a finished look. Once I had it all on, I felt much better. I knew I wanted to wear jewelry in the pool, so I kept everything simple like yesterday, using the same gold necklace and anklet, but switching to larger hoop earrings and adding some bangle bracelets. I also put on two gold lace rings, one on my right forefinger and the other on my left pinky. I put a toe ring in my beach bag as well. That I could add right before we went to the pool. I had just enough time to check my email, touch up my lipstick, and put everything away before Barb showed up. I heard the roar of her car pulled into my drive. Grabbing my stuff, I headed out the door as she was coming up the walk. We both smiled, happy to see each other again. I was a bit surprised, because she was wearing a sundress in a light blue, with strappy high heels. "Good Morning, Sue. You look very nice. I wondered if you might use that bra with your dress, it's almost too pretty to hide. But I see you can't get past wearing some type of hose. At least with your pumps they look appropriate." "Yeah, I just like the feel and look they give my legs. Maybe after I've had the chance to wear them a lot, the desire will fade. But look at you, this is the first I've seen you in a dress. I love it, such a pretty color and the sundress styling is so cute." "Thanks, I knew you'd be in a dress, so I thought I'd match up with you. Plus, I like wearing heels when I'm with you, as it keeps our relative heights the same. Well, you ready to go grab a coffee? I thought we might head to the Hot Cup location overlooking the bay. This time of morning the water has lots of boat traffic, and the caf? is only a mile or so from my regular market." "Sounds like fun. I might look awake, but I really need a good cup of coffee to get moving. It's nice of you to pick me up, I just love riding in your nice car." We got in her BMW and headed out. The coffee shop visit was fun; we had two cups each, split a fruit plate, and chatted about possible dinner choices. I was nervous as usual when I entered. I mean this was my first real outing in the day and I had less makeup than my first trip. But no one seemed to pay us any attention, except for two guys at a nearby table. I caught them checking us out a couple of times; they were especially eyeing our legs. I adjusted my dress twice when I felt it sliding up my leg. But overall I was relieved at how easy I fit in. Shopping for groceries, I felt the same mix of anxiety and excitement, although I was beginning to adjust to it more. I mean one of the boys bagging groceries watched us but overall it was just like shopping as Sam. We had decided to get a big swordfish steak to grill and paired it with some fresh vegetables and French bread. Barb said she had some wine chilling so we were pretty much set. Somehow it felt so right to be walking, talking and shopping with her. Having been a single for so long, it was nice to know I was becoming part of a couple. It certainly felt like we were building a pretty strong relationship. The ride back to her place was cool, as she dropped the top on her convertible. The wind played a bit of havoc with my hair, but I knew we'd be going to the pool shortly anyway, so it was still good. Once we got to her place, I was impressed. This seemed to be a nicer complex than mine, with several tennis courts, a large pool with clubhouse, and a security gate. Her individual condo was sweet too. She had an enclosed garage compared to my carport. I helped her carry the groceries in and then my swim gear. Once we had everything inside, she gave me a big hug and we kissed. She whispered in my ear that she had been dying to kiss me since she picked me up. I couldn't help it, but I loved how I had to look up at her when we were close. I also felt her hands run over my butt and upper thigh. She had a certain way of holding me that got me excited quickly. But she broke off our hug, and said we should start getting ready for the pool, if we wanted some sun. After our quick kisses, Barb showed me her place. It was bigger than mine, having two bedrooms, two full baths, a fireplace in her living room, and a nice private balcony. I told her I loved the way it was decorated. With the tour over, she told me I could go change in her bedroom; she wanted to wash off the vegetables before she put them in the refrigerator. Although she had seen me mostly naked at her store change room and I hoped we would be together sometime today, I was a bit glad that I could change in private. It seemed really different now that I knew we were attracted to each other. In some ways, I wanted to undress in front of her, so she could see my point about my cock size, but maybe that should be when we were ready for sex. Plus, I had been tucked all morning and knew I wanted to stay that way, so once I had removed my hose, shaper and panty, I just pulled up my bikini bottom under my dress. With that in place, I went ahead and took it and my bra off so I could put on the top. Looking at myself in her mirror, my doubts about how feminine I looked resurfaced. I was in the midst of tearing apart my body and listing its shortcomings, when Barb came in the room. "See, I knew you look good. That's a cute suit and it fits your body well too. I wish I had such trim hips." "Oh you're too nice. I'm not sure I can go through with this. I mean do I even look like a woman? I'm flat up top, don't have any hips and a small butt, and everything else is all out of proportion." "Now don't start that, you look fine. What you have to remember is women naturally come in all shapes and sizes. For example, my two friends I want you to meet. One is thin, with very few curves, and the other is large up top, without the balance of big hips. Your waist is probably narrower or at least appears so than either of them. But what I can do is help you with your bust." She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer, removing two light beige pads. Coming to me she handed me one, indicating how I should put it in my suit top. "I use these with all my suits, since I have a small bust too. They are like the pads in pushup bras, but sealed so that water won't go in them; they are designed for swimsuits. Just reach in and lift your breast and let the pad fit underneath. That should give you cleavage, at least enough to make you feel more comfortable about your appearance. I am always amazed at how breasts shape and size make such a difference to the evaluation of a woman, but that's how it is." I did as she said, and was immediately impressed. The pads worked just like my pushup bra, the foam filling up the cups of my top which forced my breasts up to add projection and cleavage above it. Maybe I could make this work after all. I thanked Barb, and finished dressing by slipping the white cover-up over my head, putting the toe ring on, and tightening the straps on my wedge sandals. Taking two butterfly clips, I went into the attached bath to put my hair up. While I was working on my hair, Barbara got into her suit, a cute two piece with a halter top and a larger high-cut brief. I could tell she had picked it out to offset her small bust and large hips. The style and color both helped camouflage those areas and she used pads to create cleavage as well. Unlike me, she had just a necklace and one ring she always wore. Plus, she chose regular flat sandals. We both grabbed our beach bags and headed off to her pool. It was only a short distance's walk, but my stomach was starting to knot up, as my anxiety about being in front of more people increased. As we approached the pool, I could hear laughter, water sounds, and general conversation. It seemed like there were a lot of people there. The pool was surrounded by an ornate wrought iron fence in the front and sides, with the back being adjacent to a two-story clubhouse. Going through the side gate, we walked past the clubhouse patio and beneath a large second-floor balcony which overlooked the area. There were tables and chairs scattered through both of these areas, with small groups of people in conversations. I could see most people were in swim wear, but a few were in just casual clothing. I noticed right away, that almost everyone looked young. Barb had told me that her condo complex was mostly young professionals, so this made sense. It also made me nervous, as it seemed like everyone was trim and attractive. I was really getting nervous now. Heading to the pool itself, there were lounge chairs along each of the long sides and it appeared to be a really big pool with blue gleaming water. There were just a couple of groups of people, almost exclusively women, sunning themselves in the chaises and Barb walked right up to two women lying on their stomachs. She had mentioned her friends earlier, and these seemed to be the two if I assumed her description was accurate. They heard our footsteps, and the tall thinner one turned to look. "About time you got here Barb. If you waited much longer, all the spots on the row would be gone. I could only hold them so long you know. Is this the friend you mentioned might come? Hi, I'm Andrea and this is Brooke." "Hi, I'm Sue. This sure is a nice pool. I just love your condo complex; it seems like its bustling with people." "Thanks, we like it, but sometimes there seem like too many people. I like your cover-up. I have one similar to it except in blue. So where do you live?" "I have a condo at Timber Woods. I like it, but we are more laid back than here. I think yours has a younger demographic than mine, seems half of our residents are retirees." "Yeah, this place is aimed at a young crowd. It can get kind of wild on Friday and Saturday nights here; we have a bar in the clubhouse and usually have music on weekend nights. Brooke and I like it because it is a fun place to party without having to drive anywhere. Plus there are lots of cute guys; you'll see. Once the row fills up with girls lying out, they come strolling by." "Ha, we refer to it as the only shopping guys like to do!" Brooke's quip had everyone laughing. Barb and I took the two chaise loungers next to her friends and got our stuff set up. I reluctantly removed my cover-up and shoes, feeling like I was exposing way too much of my body. I quickly applied some sun lotion, and we got settled in on the loungers. We made small talk as we lay there. I could tell a large part of lying by the pool was social, as we chatted almost the whole time. Just as I was beginning to relax, a tall brown haired guy, in big board shorts came by. He looked really cute, with a surfer-type body. He said hello to everyone, but seemed most interested in Brooke. They chatted a bit and he asked if she wanted to go in and grab a margarita as they had just mixed up a fresh batch. She smiled, agreed, and they headed off. Barb and Andrea giggled a bit, and told me that Brad had been chasing Brooke lately, although nothing yet had happened. That seemed a common pattern, especially once all the loungers were filled with girls. The guys were more congregated in the clubhouse or in the pool. It seemed they were interested more in social action than getting a tan. They would come by the row and talk with a woman. But I could tell, a good majority of the women were up for the social scene too, as they flirty or talked with guys strolling by. After about 40 minutes, I was getting really warm. Barb must have been too, because she looked at me and asked if I wanted to cool off. We got up and walked into the pool. The water felt great, but I had been so nervous walking past all the other women and having guys watch me from the patio and the balcony. It felt better to be covered up in the water. As we stood there with the water just up to our swim tops, two guys swam over. "Hi Barb, who's your friend? I'm Tommy and this is Mark. Did you just move in or are you visiting Barbara?" "Hey guys, this is Sue. She came over to get some sun and relax with me today. How's everything going? Work okay?" "Work, what's that? Yeah it's good. I actually sold five cars this week and made some big money. Mark hit it big too, made a connection for his company that should give him a bonus. So we're ready to party. You should have come by last night, it was rocking. I'm assuming you had to work?" "Yes, I had a long day. So you guys drink too much last night to have anything today? Sue and I could go for one of those margaritas." "You know me, never met a drink I didn't like. We hit it hard last night, but we're still good to go. I'd be glad to pick one up for you. We've got the table next to the hot tub, if you want to meet us there." As they left to get the drinks, we headed toward their table. I was getting worried now, as the last thing I wanted was to be interacting with a couple of guys while I was in a skimpy bathing suit, especially since was wet and clung to me tightly. We got to the table and sat down. Tommy came back with the drinks in a minute or so later, with Mark carrying one for me. For the next 20 minutes or so, we sat and talked. Tommy and Barb led most of the conversation, but Mark did ask me a few questions, kind of get to know you type stuff. It was mostly okay, but every once in a while I saw him glance down. I had seen that move before, in fact had done it before; it was the quick checkout look guys did when they wanted to scope out a girl's body. I knew from how I was sitting, with my legs crossed and holding my drink that my boobs were out front, the pads doing their job to make them look full and hot, while my legs would look long and lean. That made me feel both embarrassed and proud, as I knew I wanted to look as feminine as possible. I glanced down myself to be sure everything looked okay. I loved how my anklet and toe ring sparkled in the sun. Having a guy check my body out on the sly, meant I was succeeding but it wasn't the kind of attention I wanted to generate because of what it might prompt him to do. I wasn't really ready or at all interested in fostering interest from a guy. At least Mark was nice, he seemed interested in me, asking about work and how long I had been out of college. It was obvious that he was shy, but it was hard to understand because he had a handsome face with big brown eyes and his body was muscular. When we finished our drinks, Tommy asked if we wanted another, but Barb headed him off, telling we wanted to get back to the pool, as we were working on our tans. Not giving up, Tommy said okay but he would check with us later. As I got up to leave and walked away, I swear I could feel Mark staring at me. I knew my swimsuit bottom was small. I had bought a style that would make a good pattern for my tanning cr?me, so I would have cute tan lines. I had never expected to actually wear it out at a pool. So the fact that the design left half of my butt cheeks exposed was not a worry until now. It was even worse, because as I walked, the suit acted just like the panties under my khaki skirt had on Saturday, and slowly began to creep into my crack. I imagined the guys were watching, so I couldn't pull it back out and just left it alone till I got back to my chair. Once we sat down, I adjusted it, as we turned over to lie on our stomachs. Barb was starting to untie her halter top and then asked me I was going to unhook my top? I had noticed that most girls did, when they were face down. So reluctantly, I reached back and undid the clip. Once we were in position, she whispered to me. "I told you that everything would be okay. Mark couldn't take his eyes off you. He usually never says anything but he talked more to you than I've heard him speak in a week. Tommy's a nice guy too, not my type really, but nice. He's a good dancer and can be fun at a party. You'd fit right in with the crowd, I'm sure. Most of the men here will hit on you, but don't force anything. They realize that at our age, most women are still out for fun too. So if you aren't interested in something just then, they move on. I guess they think that maybe next time they'll get lucky. Who knows, maybe they will? I like it because if I feel like partying a bit, I can find a nice guy for the night. I'm sure Mark would be glad to party with you if we came over to one of the weekend events." I was about to tell her thanks, but no thanks as I had zero interest in men. But as I was about to speak up, Andrea sighed heavily. We turned to see what was up and she subtly motioned toward the end of the pool. I saw a tall blonde, wearing real high heels in a clear plastic style, walking toward the clubhouse after she had entered the main gate. I noticed right away that she was wearing a tiny suit and was very big up top. Her suit bottom barely covered her in the front and was a thong style in back. She was smiling and called out to a group of guys at one of the tables. After her sigh, Andrea turned toward Barb. "Well right on cue; little miss thong is here. Sue, this girl thinks she is the hottest thing going. She comes to the pool every weekend wearing practically nothing. I've never seen her in anything but a thong and those shoes. I swear she's a stripper or something. I'm just glad she doesn't lie out and tan. I'd have to disinfect my lounger before I could use it if she did." That made us laugh again, and we quietly gossiped about her and then a couple of other people. Brooke seemed focused on Brad and asked us if we thought he was okay. Barb and Andrea chimed in and told her he was a nice guy and talked about him for a while. The whole time, I felt like I was getting to be part of their group, becoming one of the girls. It reminded me of the feelings I got at the office when Jan, Denise, and me ate lunch. Something about the feeling made me happy. The rest of the day was like that. Tommy and Mark came back with a couple of drinks and sat next to us to talk; other guys came by to say hello and a couple of girls also chatted with Barb and her friends. Everyone seemed friendly to me, although Mark's interest made me a bit nervous. It was especially nerve racking when he offered to help me, first by putting some SPF 50 lotion on my back and then hooking my top back when I wanted to turn over. I just smiled and thanked him for his help, although feeling his hand rub across my back made me nervous as heck. Finally, Barb said we ought to get going. I said my goodbyes to Brooke and Andrea, but not before they made me promise to come back again another weekend. As we were walking toward the gate, Mark came by and told me he enjoyed meeting me. It seemed like he wanted to say more, but Barb cut him off and told him maybe we'd see him next weekend. His smile told me he would be looking for us. On the walk back to her condo, Barb complimented me on how cool I handled everything. She said it had to be a bit strange for to interact with guys dressed as I was, but she felt I was real natural even if I felt uncomfortable. I told it was indeed awkward. Back at her place, she offered to let me take a quick shower to wash off and change into my dry clothes. Once I had the lotion rinsed off, I was shocked to see how much sun I had gotten; my tan was much deeper and the contrast with my tan lines was striking. I put on my bra, panty and the dress, but skipped my hose, shaper, and pumps since it was just us two, I could be more relaxed. I took a minute to touch up my makeup before heading downstairs. When I came down, Barb had poured me a glass of wine and then she got cleaned up. Returning she had changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, without a bra. She got a glass of wine for herself and made a little toast. "Here's to fun times, good friends, and hopefully special relationships." We touched our glasses together and then she leaned in to kiss me. It was just a quick one, but it melted me inside. "I've wanted to do that all day. You looked so delicious in that suit it was all I could do to hold back. I want more, but it can wait till later. Are you starving as much as I am? Let's get started with dinner." The next hour or so, we prepared the food, making kabobs with the fresh vegetables and grilling them with the fish. Dinner was wonderful. The food tasted great, the wine was just right, and we talked and talked about what happened at the pool today. She really kidded me about Mark. She said she thought he was going to keep going and try to put some lotion on my cheeks. She said he was staring so hard at me. I blushed and told her, I didn't know what to do. She laughed and said that could lead to trouble. But then told me to just enjoy his attention, part of being a woman was learning to appreciate that men would be drawn to me and that was just a good sign that I was attractive. She'd be glad to show me how to keep them satisfied without going too far. When we were done eating, I told her to relax that I would clean up. I carried the dishes and leftovers to her kitchen and got everything taken care of. Just as I was finishing, Barb came up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me and bent over lightly kissing my shoulder and neck, working her way up to my ear. She kissed it so softly and whispered to me. "Honey, I think you are all done in here, but I think you have something to take care of in the bedroom. I can't wait any longer to be with you. You want to go on upstairs? I left something on the bed for you." With that she turned me around and gave me another kiss, again melting me. My heart was pounding and my cock again tucked in my panties was getting aroused. Breaking the kiss, she patted my butt and turned so I could go. I quickly went up the stairs and into her room. Laid out on the bed was a gossamer gown, sheer white with wide bands of lace across the bodice and hem. I took off my dress and underwear, laying them on a bench at the end of the bed. Picking up the sheer nightie, I slipped it over my head, the thin satiny straps fitting across my shoulders. The gown reached barely past my crotch, the wide lace band partially hiding my rapidly hardening cock. Still on the bed was a sheer white G-string panty and matching stockings with wide lace holdups at the top. I put these on, the panty barely holding my cock back and the lace top of the hose settling in at the top of my thighs. I wanted to be perfect for her, so I ducked into the bath to reapply a thick coat of lipstick and spray my neck and wrists with my Shalimar perfume. I had just returned to the bedroom, when Barbara entered. She came to me and ran her hands over my body, with her right one eventually finding my throbbing cock. She gave it a light squeeze and smiled at me. Her look told me it passed the test. Moving back, she undid her shorts and let them drop, then pulled down her panty, stepping out of it. She took my hand pulling me toward the plush arm chair in the corner. With her hands on my shoulders, she pushed me down so that I was kneeling in front of the chair. She sat down, lifting her legs, so that her knees rested on the ends of the arms, her pussy at the edge of the seat cushion. I knew what she wanted me to do, but she directed me just to be sure. "Okay little butterfly, time for you to use that talented tongue and soft lips for me. Just follow my clues and I'll show you how I like it." She softly placed her hands on the sides of my head and pulled me into her. Her outer lips were full and sensual and the inner ones protruded just slightly past them, glistening with excitement. Her pubic hair was trimmed short ringing her pussy with a neat triangle above. She looked so deliciously I eagerly began to kiss and lick her. I started at the edges of the thighs, alternating kisses on each side, slowly moving in until I was kissing her puffy lips. Softly at first, I gradually became more forceful, lightly sucking them into my mouth as I glided upward. As I moved from side to side, I lightly licked her, beginning at the narrow crease between her outer and inner lips. I could now taste her, the musky flavor accentuated by the heady aroma released by her excitement. It was all I could do to go with a measured pace, but I wanted to prolong this so I could maximize the excitement for her. I ran my tongue up each crease, kissing the juncture at the top after each lick. Working my way inside, I continued the long strokes and soft sucking kisses, pulling more and more of her into my mouth. The heat and luscious taste filled my lips and mouth, as I buried into her. She was reacting to me, pushing back and softly moaning. Her hands guided me occasionally, keeping me in place or moving me as she wished. As I focused inward, I kissed and sucked her clit for the first time, prompting soft purr-like sounds from her and pressure from her hands to push me closer. I could sense her becoming more excited so, I licked exclusively around her inner lips, probing into her pussy as far as I could stretch my tongue but never straying too far or for too long from her clit. Minutes of this pussy worship seemed like seconds. I loved the feel, taste and smell of her. Her excitement was evident to me, both from her increasing guttural sounds and her reactions to my touches. All that made my cock rock hard, leaking pre-cum into my sheer panty as I knelt to serve her. I began to increase the speed and force of my licking and sucking, and she responded in kind, pushing hard against my mouth. Finally she began to peak and rocked her pussy hard against me, taking control over her orgasm as she centered her clit on my lips. A shuddering climax enveloped her, as she pressed firmly with her hands and squeezed me with her thighs, a low, long moan and garbled words coming from her. With her first orgasm past, she released the grip from her thighs, but kept the pressure from her hands on the back of my head. She resumed a slow motion rocking, enticing me to begin licking her once again. I understood her silent signals and re-focused the work of my tongue and lips. Moving back to her engorged outer lips, I began to repeat the whole process, only this time I was quicker and more forceful. Even though she had climaxed once, she was still excited, so I cut short the foreplay-like kisses and moved inside her again. Her juices were all over my lips, chin, cheeks and nose; her taste and aroma filled me. I could hear or see nothing besides her, and gave myself to her satisfaction. Again as she became more excited and closer to her second climax, she took over control. Pushing herself on my face, holding me where she wanted, and rocking her pussy back and forth, Barb was totally in charge. I could sense what she wanted and I gave it to her. Once again she began to peak and as before her thighs and hands held me while she finished herself and exploded in an orgasm, this one bigger than before. This time as she came down she moved her thighs away from my face and placed her feet on the floor as she let go of my head. Looking up to her for the first time since I began to worship her pussy, I could see sexual contentment on it, but still a desire for more. Shifting her weight forward, she lifted me off my knees as she stood up. "That was wonderful beginning; I knew from how you kissed that you would be a great down there. Now I want more little butterfly. I want all of you. Crawl up on the bed for me." I did as she directed, lying down on my back to face her. She reached over to a dresser and picked up a condom which she tossed to me. "Peel off your panties and put this on, I want you exposed but covered." Again, I did as she said pulling down my panty and unrolling the condom down my shaft. With the condom on, I pulled my panty down and off my legs; she lifted her top off her body, so she was now completely nude. I could see her breasts, her nipples large and full with a pouty look. Her stomach was flat but didn't nip inward like mine did, but rather her hips curved outward to give her a woman's shape. Although wide, her hips and legs were toned, she was big but not fat, her shape more a result of genetics than entropy. She crawled onto the bed, her eyes focused on me. She reached out and fondled my breast through the sheer gown. The sensual feeling of the silky material and her touch, made both nipples hard. Seeing my reaction, she flipped up the gown, so that I was exposed and leaned in to kiss and then suck each one. Her actions showed that she was still directing our lovemaking. Now ready for more, she grabbed my cock with her left hand, lightly stroked it once, getting a feel of its hardness. Sensing it was ready, she moved forward until her hips straddled mine. She rocked forward with her hips, positioning her pussy lips at the head of my cock, still held at the base by her hand. Moving it slightly she sought her opening with the tip, until it began to slowly slide in her. Once she had captured the head of my cock with her pussy, she released her hand moving it to my chest to again lightly fondle my breast. My nipples were rock hard and my cock felt the glorious softness inside her. Sliding an inch or so further down my cock she had now captured about half its length in her. At that point, she raised her right knee and swung it over my leg to place it between my legs. Applying subtle pressure, she moved my leg outward. She then repeated the movement with her left leg. Once she had both of her legs inside of mine, she spread me apart. My hips splayed to the sides, opening my cock fully up to her, and allowing her to place her body tightly against mine. At that point she pushed her pussy down, so that my cock was completely inside her, with her own legs held tightly together. Her right hand moved to my leg, and she caressed it feeling me though the silky stocking and soft lace. Slowly she began a rocking motion, more forward and backwards than up and down. My cock was firmly pinned inside her, any motion it made was because of her, making it seem as if it were hers not mine. The sensations it gave me were more internal, without the friction occurring from my pounding in and out of her pussy, but rather her rotating it as if she were using it on me. Bending over, she took my nipple into her mouth, kissing and sucking on it sending unexpected shocks though my body. Her tongue played across my breast, as I had done countless times to my female sex partners. She continued to press down with her hips, making mine spread as widely apart as I could, my muscles feeling the stretch from this unusual position. I had sex before many times with women and used lots of positons to fuck, but never had I been spread like this, with the women inside my legs. It gave me a totally vulnerable feeling and made it clear who was fucking who. She was totally in control, had appropriated my cock and was making me spread wide to surrender to her desires. Generally when we got to this stage of love making, I felt like I owned the woman, she was mine, for my pleasure. There was none of that this time, but it felt great. I relaxed and submitted to her control. I let her direct our movements, the only action required on my part, was to widen the spread of my hips as she moved. As we approached climax, she reached down, grabbling my stocking covered legs so she could pull them up. Whispering in my ear, she commanded me to hook my ankles together behind her, so she could keep me where she wanted. I did as she said which pulled her tighter to me, locking her in place. At that point she began to buck her hips and thighs, as she did so, her pussy and clit rubbed against my cock and pubic bone. I felt the jarring of her body against me, as if she was slamming a cock into me. The tightness and motion was pushing me past my breaking point and I felt a climax coming. She sensed it too, increasing the rate at which she rocked against me. I felt so hot, yet out of control as she took me. Releasing my grip from her shoulders, I let my arms fall away giving total control to her. The feelings of her fucking me overwhelmed my senses and I began to whimper, calling out her name and pleading for her to fuck me harder. Finally I exploded, my cock pulsating in her until I shot my cum, but my orgasm didn't seem to be in my cock but buried inside me. Moments after I came, I felt her tense up and push deep into me, her body shaking before falling softly down on me. We were both breathing hard, recovering from the exertion and excitement, our breaths now synched together as one. As we came down from our climax, she lifted off me, allowing my limp cock to drop from inside her. She rolled me over, lay down behind me, and formed her body against mine pulling me close in a spooning position. Her right hand cradled my breast, her finger lightly rolling the nipple, in a post-sex wind down. I could feel her heart beat against my back, as we lay there motionless enjoying the intimacy. I was starting to get sleepy, a typical after sex reaction for me, when she whispered in my ear. "Don't drift away little butterfly, unless you don't have to go to work tomorrow. Any chance you can spend the night?" My eyelids were half closed while she whispered, but the mention of work made me open them. I had almost forgotten about it, but now reality weighed in. I glanced over to her nightstand and silently groaned when I saw it was already 10:30. "No, I'd love to stay. It would be wonderful being with you, but unfortunately Monday is a big day for us. Management lays out the goals for the week, so it is the last day you can miss. I guess I should get up and get ready to go home." "I was afraid that would be the case. You can clean up in my bath. I'll be dressed and waiting for you downstairs. I'd love for you to keep the nightie and hose here at my place; you look really hot in them. But since they need to be cleaned, go ahead and take them with you. You can bring them back, maybe next weekend?" I nodded my head and slid out of the bed making sure I kept the used condom from falling off my shrunken cock. I went right to the bathroom and sat down to pee. Peeling the condom off, I held it in my hand not knowing what to do with it. I really hadn't used one in so long, as most women were on the pill or some device to prevent pregnancy. I didn't think it could be flushed, so I just wrapped it some toilet tissue while I relieved myself, then I wiped off my cock. With that done, I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. Oh what a mess, my makeup was smeared, my face had slick juices from Barb, and my hair was all messed up. Luckily she had some makeup removal wipes on the counter. I wiped off my forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin as well as removing my lipstick. Since I had to ride home, I just tidied up my mascara as best I could as it would take much more to remove it all from my lashes. With my lipstick off, I could already see that my lips were showing color from the stain. That would be a problem tomorrow, for sure. I pulled my hair up and used the clips to make it presentable. I put on my panties and bra, slipped the dress over me, and buckled on my wedge sandals. Everything else I stuffed in the beach bag, even the wrapped condom, as I didn't want Barb to have to see my mess. The ride home was depressing. I felt like crap; I looked like crap; the thrill of sex with Barb was replaced with this dread of having to go to work and the guilt of my sexual and gender confusion. Usually after I had sex with a woman I'd be pumped for days, the thrill of conquering someone was like a drug. But tonight, it felt like I had been taken. I had dressed myself like a pretty present for her, kneeled to service her with my mouth and tongue, lain back on the bed and spread myself wide for her. Barb had fucked me; she was hauling me back home like a refugee. When I had done this for women, driving them home after sex, I had felt chivalrous, a true gentleman. But now being on the other side, I felt like I had served my role but was not needed any more. I tried to convince myself that it was silly, that it didn't matter who was on top or who did what to whom. I mean I felt great when we were doing it. In fact, in some ways I enjoyed it more than any sex I had before. Relieved of the pressure of performance, it was liberating to lie back and let Barb do me. I just had to get used to being on the receiving end of sex. And in the end, it was still my cock that provided the focus of our action. At my place, she wanted to walk me to the door, but I gave her a quick kiss instead, telling her I'd be fine. She said she would call tomorrow. Inside, I finished cleaning up. I removed my polish and the rest of my makeup and took a quick shower. Normally I'd wash my hair to get rid of the curl, but I was too tired to stay up to dry it. I did notice again how more prominent my tan lines were; a mark of my feminine personality that couldn't be removed or explained. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow despite all my confused feelings and worry about my appearance at work tomorrow.