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Christina "I want you to have a go at playing this" she said as she put a new music score up in front of me on the piano "Moonlight Sonata. It needs to be played with so much emotion and tenderness. I really do want to hear what you make of it." Like all of the piano pieces I played I had never heard of this before. My parents weren't rich and we didn't have a gramophone, but we did have a radio, which was always switched on to the light programme. They didn't play classical music on our radio. So I had no idea how the music should sound. I looked at the notes and realised that the technical side was relatively easy, so I knew that what she was asking had to be more about the sound and speed. Mr Ludwig Van Beethoven was no fool, that much I knew so why this slow simple piece. I looked onto the second part. This was technically more difficult and as I turned the pages I realised that this became more complicated as it went on. "No no dear, not that part, just the first part. I want to see what you make of it." Thank goodness for that as the further I looked the less likely I would be able to play. So back to the beginning. It obviously had to take in the title, 'Monlight Sonata.' I had an image of moonlight shining on a still lake, surrounded with trees. I had met Jennifer recently and we had kissed in the back seat of the cinema and that had given me all sorts of funny feelings throughout my body but mainly down below. They were enjoyable feelings and I desperately wanted to see her again and experience more of those tingling sensations. Was that what this piece of music was about to have those sensations again. The more I looked at it, the more the score looked like me kissing Jennifer again, but this time by the still dark waters of the lake enclosed in the dark protective screen of the trees. The more I looked the more things began to happen down below. "Take it slowly and feel it" Jennifer had said on a number of occasions, so that is what I did. I don't think I missed a single note and as I played the notes seemed to take hold of my body. The music was beautiful. I didn't know what it sounded like to others but for the first time of me playing a piece of music I was emotionally swept along with it. I stopped and turned round to see my teacher Margaret. She had her two hands clasped together touching her bottom lip. Tears were rolling down her face. "Magnificent, absolutely magnificent." The door into their dining room was thrust open, and there stood my Physics teacher, Mr Trainer. "Bloody marvellous, absolutely fantastic. It was ethereal, magic. You were right." She trotted across and hugged me, and then kissed me on the lips. "You have made me so happy, I am so proud of you." Mr Trainer moved in and also hugged me. "Margaret you were so right he is extremely good." I didn't know what to say. I had enjoyed playing the piece of music and yes somehow or other I had connected to it, but these two were so joyous, overcome with emotion. "How old are you Barker." I was surprised he remembered my name because in class all as he seemed to do was throw board dusters at me for not appreciating the finer points of physics and forgetting the equations. I disliked the subject and was not keen on him either. Most apologetically Jennifer explained his presence. "He is my twin brother who appreciates music as much as I do. I asked him to come along to listen to you, because I feel that you may have a future in music if it is nourished properly." I must have looked dumfounded at them as they stood next to each other beaming at me. "We realise" Jennifer started "that your parents can't afford to have a piano and you need to have a great deal more time practising. Twice a week for 45 minutes each is simply insufficient. We do not live together as you know, my brother lives with my mother, whilst I live here with my husband who works away. I have made the suggestion that you could perhaps use my mother's piano to practise on. From the way Johnathan has reacted I would say that he is happy for you to do that." "Oh indeed yes I am. Anything to help young Barker here. How old did you say you were?" "Thirteen sir." "Wonderful age," he replied. "So would you be prepared to practise every other day, say?" "Oh I think he should do it every day," replied Mr Trainer. Jennifer's face which was pretty in an oldish sort of way, positively shone with joy. "You will do it won't you, Paul?" "I'll have to speak to my parents." "Yes yes, of course" replied Mr Trainer. "If you wish I can come and help to explain why we think you need to practise so much. What do you think?" "Yes thanks sir." "Good then that is settled. Every night after school," he said looking very pleased with himself. "Not straight after school sir as we normally have a game of tick and pass." "Ah, so half an hour after school then." "If you say so sir." "Good. You must realise that practise makes perfect and especially in music. If you are to fulfil your potential then practise must come first. We'll see how it works out." "I'll run you home in my car and we can have a word with your parents." "Do you not think I should speak to them first, sir." "No need, I am sure they will jump at this opportunity." "Yes sir." He was a big broad chested man with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He smiled continuously even when he was ranting at you. He ranted a great deal at me. I was petrified of him, and he knew it. "Thing is young Barker, that adults can understand each other better, so the sooner we get on with it the better." Jennifer smiled so sweetly and came across and kissed me on my forehead. "Johnathan knows what is best. He always helps me out, as I am sure he will help you. Trust in everything he does and says and you will be rewarded." "Thank you miss." "We sat in his Austin 7 car, something quite strange to me. We didn't have a car and although I had previously had a ride in a car it was something new to sit at the front. He started to smoke as he began to ask questions about my mum and dad. 'What job did my dad have?' 'Did we go to church?' etc. I answered as politely as possible but was far more interested in enjoying the view from the front seat of a car. "Not been in a car before?" he asked. "Not in the front seat." "Well if you practise each night perhaps I can drive you to my house straight after school. Would you like that?" I did not hesitate. I knew I would be called names like teacher's pet but so what. I liked the idea of being in a car. We pulled up outside our house. A few curtains rustled as the neighbours saw the car. "Right then young Barker, introduce me to your mother." We had a small garden at the front of the house, which only weeds seemed to be able to survive in, even though our neighbour with whom we shared a path, always had a perfectly manicured grass lawn with flowers in the surrounding border. As I approached the door my mother flung it open "What have you been up to now?" she screamed as she raised her hand to hit me. "No Mrs Barker. Paul has done no wrong, quite the opposite. May I come in?" Mother's face was all screwed up with anger uncertain how and why I should be brought home in my teacher's car. "Please come in" as she tried to disguise her anger and smile at the same time, leading us into the living room. "Sorry the house is such a mess but it's washing day," said mum apologetically. It wasn't so bad, but mum always apologised. "Would you like a cup of tea?" "That would be excellent" he said as he sat down on the armchair next to our new television set. That seat was never used because you couldn't see the box from there. Mother had motioned him to sit there. She was totally flustered never having anyone from school visiting our house before. She put the kettle on in the kitchen and then came back into the living room "So what has he done?" "He plays the piano divinely." "He goes to Mrs Jones to play. We pay." "Yes I know. She is my twin sister, and it is her that brought young Paul here, to my attention. We want him to practise much more. We believe that he might become very good. We can't promise anything and perhaps only one child in every thousand makes a good musician, and one in a million who will become really good. We don't know how far Paul can go, but we both feel that he should take the next step." The tea arrived, the cigarettes were produced, and talk between the two of them became much more friendly. I sat on the sofa, between the two of them as a new friendship was formed. Half an hour later having consumed the tea and a biscuit an agreement was reached and my road to stardom was initiated. His final words were that I should start next Monday night half an hour after school. It seems I had agreed to everything and mother had agreed not to stop my good fortune. When Dad arrived home mother retold the story of the magical arrival of my fairy grandfather, who would make me into a virtuoso pianist. Dad was staggered at first but quickly grasped the whole concept and agreed wholeheartedly that it was an excellent idea. The following day we had a 45 minute class with Mr Trainer. I hated this class. I normally tried to hide at the back of the class but as I walked in he grabbed my arm and told me to sit on the front row. He smiled as he said it. I knew I was doomed. He could not possibly miss hitting me with the board duster at this close range. He wiped the blackboard, turned and positively beamed at me. "Specific Gravity class. Who can tell me anything about specific gravity? Paul?" "Nothing sir," I stammered, expecting the board duster to come flying through the air. "Of course you don't because we haven't discussed it, but have you heard the story of Archimedes. Paul?" I was so nervous "I don't know sir." "Eureka!! In his bath." "Oh yes sir. He was the bloke who sat in his bath and it overflowed. He then ran down the street yelling Eureka." "Perfectly correct young Paul. You do know about specific gravity because you know about Archimedes. Wilson at the back. What does Eureka mean?" "Don't know sir." The board duster flew through the air. "Imbecile." I sat there frightened, but quite smug. I had actually answered one of his questions correctly. I wasn't the imbecile for once. Also my name had changed. I was now Paul not Barker. I sat and listened as I was now interested in the subject because I knew a little about Archimedes. By the end of the lesson I actually understood the laws of specific gravity. I was very pleasantly surprised. Straight after school we started playing our game of tick and pass, a very simplified way of playing rugby with a tennis ball and no actual tackling. I was good at it because I was small, very agile and quick. "Paul," Mr Trainer yelled down the playground. The time had arrived. My friends all looked at me and suggested I should stay. "No I have to go." I picked up my bag and ran across the playground and got into his car. "Let's go," he said as the engine accelerated away. I felt that I had let my friends down but elated because I was doing something different sitting in the front of a teacher's car. We arrived at his mother's house. A large Victorian house set in large gardens. The gardens had definitely seen better days as had the outside of the house. Most of the paint had peeled away from the timber which was obviously rotten. "Come in come in." We walked down a long dingy dark brown hallway, with several doors off to both the right and left. I had never been in such a large house. In one of the rooms there was a little old grey haired lady sat in a rocking chair. Mr Trainer shouted out. "Hello Mum have brought the clever pianist home with me. He is going to practise on our piano." I think she answered but if she did it was inaudible. "Come on through here Paul. Do you want a cup of tea." I was nervous, I don't know why but I was. "Thank you." "Practise your scales whilst I make some tea." I opened the piano up and wiped the layers of dust off it. I sat down on the piano stool and made myself comfortable before I started to practise my scales. "Come on move up and let me sit down," he said as he pushed his way onto the piano stool. I was taken by surprise and allowed him to do it. He chuckled as he pushed me along, with his hand around my rear end to ensure he didn't push me off the end. "That's better," he said. I couldn't agree but who was I to complain. "What about this piece "Eine kleine nachtmusik" he said as he opened the music book to the appropriate page. I leant forward slightly to start playing when I felt his arm go around my back and his broad hand rested on my shoulder. I felt most uncomfortable but he was so intent on the music and waiting for me to start that my fingers began to touch the ivory key board. I soon forgot that his arm was on my shoulder as I concentrated on playing. "Very good, but this time try playing with more passion and less as a robot." He gave me a gentle little hug which I took to be a sign or reassurance as he smiled beamingly in my direction. His face positively shone. So I played the music once again. "Much better, but you need to feel the music more" as once again he hugged me and gently but forcefully pulled me that little bit closer to him. My leg was touching his as was my rear end. I thought about complaining as it wasn't very comfortable but his eagerness to concentrate on the music was so evident that I decided I was being silly and instead got on with the playing. "Oh excellent!!" he exclaimed as I finished "I bet you can't remember how to play it without the music" he said as he closed the music book. "I don't think I can," I replied honestly. "I dare you to just give it a try." I was hopeless when people dared me to do anything, so I smiled and tried to remember. I had only played half a dozen notes when I became totally confused and lost. "Oh dear you lost that one so you owe me a favour," he chuckled as he quickly hugged me. "Have another go but this time with the music, but try and feel it." I thought I played it quite well, but as I finished it he once again hugged me declared that it was brilliant and then he kissed me again on the forehead. I was stunned. I thought I had played it quite well but not that well. "I'll run you home and then we can meet again after school tomorrow." I had had an enjoyable time. I was a little surprised at his hugging and kissing me on the forehead, but although it was strange it did me no harm and seemed to make him happy, which meant I was getting personal tuition on how to play the piano for nothing. A price worth paying. 4 nights a week he picked me up, realising that Friday afternoon was special. Each time we met he would hug and kiss me on the forehead. After piano practise he would drive me home and then have a cup of tea with mum and they both smoked. Mum seemed to like having him in the house. It was on the third week that things began to change slightly. Instead of him sat next to me with his arm somewhere behind me it moved to the front and he started to put his hand in my lap and then on particular notes when he said things like hold it, he would squeeze the top of my leg. I really didn't like that, but it wasn't the end of the world, or rather that was my reasoning. He did that for several days, and then one day I had sat down and had not sorted myself out properly. His hand came down and landed right on top of my penis. He didn't say anything, instead he just stared straight ahead. I gasped for air, as his fingers trapped my penis hard against my leg. "Right then play" he said. His hand was having a tremendous effect. My penis began to rapidly expand. I was beginning to shake as I had never felt like this before. I was embarrassed, uncomfortable, and felt thoroughly wrong as all kinds of emotions were rising in my body. He squoze again, and I began to sweat. I had to stop playing as concentration was totally lost. My penis was now hard and throbbing. "What's up?" "Your hand." He left his hand in place but slowly looked down at it. "Oh I am so sorry," before he stopped in mid-sentence," but you do appear to be rather enjoying it." I made a low murmuring sound, as words were not possible. "I take it you can't play at the moment." Another grunt. "Then I must make it go away, shouldn't I?" An assenting grunt. He gently began to stoke my member through my trousers. Oh it was heaven. "You do like that don't you?" Another grunt. I began to tremble. I had never felt like this before. I couldn't move. I couldn't stop him. It was so delightful. He was right I was enjoying this. My eyesight began to go blurrey. I couldn't look down, I just stared at the ceiling. I was hot, cold, immobile, trembling, my head was spinning. Nothing mattered only what was happening. I closed my eyes as images shot across my sight. Images I did not understand. And then slowly, ever so slowly in an excruciating crescendo of mystical, and primeval shuddering, my head and body exploded. I think I screamed in delight as the lower part of my body felt hollow as my penis gushed out my milk. His arms encased my pulsating body gently holding me still. He kissed me tenderly on my forehead, which I enjoyed. I suddenly felt exhausted and extremely tired. "Come let me clean you up" he said as his arms released me and he gently persuaded me to stand. My legs were like jelly. He unbuttoned my fly and undid my belt and trousers, which he allowed to fall to the ground. My penis was still hard as he pulled my underpants down over the top of it. Suddenly it was exposed, still throbbing but only gently now and covered in my milk. He started to wipe away all of my sticky milk with a soft cloth, gently holding my penis whilst he wiped it down. I started to tremble again uncontrollably especially when he bent over and I felt his tongue touch the end of my penis and lick my milk. I just did not know what was going on. This was something absolutely new to me. But I was enjoying it so much. I opened my eyes again and looked at him, he was swallowing my milk with so much relish, his smile broader than I had ever seen it. He looked me straight in the eye and whispered, "Delicious." He lifted my underpants and persuasively moved my hard penis around to the side so that my underpants could be re-positioned. Then a gentle caress and then my trousers were lifted and fastened as before. His arm once again encased my shoulders. "You did enjoy that didn't you?" I grunted. "Thought so," he whispered. "Thing is we have to keep this between ourselves as some people may talk about me as a teacher and then we wouldn't be able to enjoy ourselves again, would we?" I nodded. "So we can keep this as our secret?" "Mmmm." "Good. Do you want it to happen again." "Yes I said quietly." "So do I." Another kiss on my forehead, and then his finger was placed under my chin forcing me to lift my face, to look at him directly. He then kissed me on my lips. I really didn't enjoy that but he obviously did. It took about ten minutes for my trembling to stop. Only then was it decided that he should take me home. He came in with me and sat chatting with mum, drinking tea and smoking as though it was just a normal day and nothing had happened. I left them to it and went upstairs. I didn't know what to think. I knew it was wrong but I had enjoyed it so much. The following day I tried concentrating on playing the piano, but it was hopeless. I sat there waiting for what I knew was the inevitable. Once again I shook with excitement and delight as he played with me. I knew that he was enjoying doing it to me because I could see the bulge in his trousers. At the weekend I did not see him and I missed him and his attentions. I tried for the first time to masturbate myself. I did but it was not the same. Indeed it is fair to say that it was a miserable copy of the feelings I had when he caressed me and made love to me. I spent Friday night all day Saturday and Sunday, thinking of him. Monday evening was so wonderful. I had missed him so much, or rather what he could do for me. He insisted that I play a little on the piano. I guessed it was to keep his mother happy and not asking awkward questions. As previously he made me erupt and then held me as my tremors subsided. He cleaned me up and kissed me tenderly. "You really do love that don't you?" he said to which I grunted my agreement. "Would you like to spend more time together?" "Yes" I replied without hesitation because I felt so wonderful. He kissed me on the lips most gently. When we got home I went straight up to my bedroom but I could hear Jonathan and mother laughing. Then mother called me downstairs. " Jonathan, or rather Mr Trainer has suggested that you should accompany him to Harrogate for the weekend to listen to a piano competition, so that you will learn how to play better. Isn't that wonderful?" "Yes mum" I was surprised at how easily he had persuaded mum to take me away, but she was thanking him profusely saying how wonderful it was, and how kind Mr Trainer was. I could only agree. I felt excitement and an inner pleasure at the thought of being with him, but also a little disappointment in the manner my mother had agreed to let it happen. All week I dreamt of what was going to happen whilst each night my volcanic eruptions continued. We whispered about the pleasure we would have, not having to hide away in their back room whilst pretending to practise on the piano. Friday afternoon and I don't remember anything that went on at school. Some of my friends had mentioned a game of football on Saturday but I simply answered that I couldn't make it. Some of them pulled funny faces at each other in a knowing way, but none passed any comment. The bell went at 4 pm sharp and I was quickly into the swing of packing my things into my satchel. I also had a small holdall with my spare clothes neatly bundled up in there. I grabbed both bags and headed for the school gates. As I arrived so did the Austin 7. The door swung open, and I was in it within a matter of seconds, as he raced away. I am pretty certain nobody saw us. "How far away is Harrogate?" I asked. "About 2 and half hours, so you have time to sit back and relax." He lit a cigarette as was his custom every time he drove the car and I sat back and watched the world roll by. "If you want you can rub my trousers like I do to you, but only if you want." "As you are driving?" I asked incredulously. "I will tell you when you have to stop, but yes it would be nice." So I did, and as soon as I started gently rubbing his penis made his trousers bulge, much more than when mine got excited. "Oh that's nice," he said. It was fun watching his face contort as I rubbed and squeezed. "You best stop now" he said as beads of perspiration rolled down his face. "Wow that was quite something" he said with a trembling voice. "I am certain we are going to have a wonderful time together." I smiled as I really did enjoy watching the changing faces he had pulled. I enjoyed giving him so much pleasure for so little effort. "If anyone asks you are my son, Paul Trainer." "Why can't I be Paul Barker?" "Because people would not understand." "What is wrong with giving pleasure?" "Don't know, but I can assure you that most people would be jealous." By the time we had got there it was dark. It had taken longer than had been expected "You stay in the car whilst I book us in." He was gone about a quarter of an hour. "Right then put you clothes into my bag. They are not happy with us staying here, so if we walk in with two bags there are going to be too many questions." We walked across the car park and instead of using the front entrance we went round to a side door and went up a bare walled stairwell. We got to the third floor where I had to hang back until he was sure the coast was clear. I slid into the room as he stood guard. He immediately followed me in, embraced me and hugged me tightly, followed by a long kiss on the lips. The room was not large but was very comfortable. "It has an en suite," he said. "What is an en suite?" I asked genuinely puzzled. "Open that door there and you will see." I did and was shocked to see a toilet, wash basin and large Victorian bath. I was flabbergasted. "Why do you want a bath in the bedroom?" I asked. "So you have privacy and don't have to wander down the corridor whenever you want to go on the toilet." I had never stayed in a hotel, so anything was new to me, but to have your own toilet was really something. "Why don't you have a bath whilst I get us some sandwiches. There are some bottles in there, why don't you try them?" So I did. I started the bath and undressed. Once in the nude I looked at the bottles. Bath foam. I had never seen a bottle like this before so I poured some into the gushing hot water cascading into the bath. Thousands and thousands of bubbles appeared. There was a lovely sweet smell but that wasn't going to stop me getting in. I gently lowered my body into the bubbles. They tickled as well as feeling really lovely and soothing. I slid deeper into the frothing pile. This was a totally new experience. I was soaking up this wonderful feeling when he came back with a tray of sandwiches and some glasses and bottles. "I thought we would have a picnic" he shouted through the open door. "Wow what a lovely fragrance" He opened the door and came in "I think you may have put a little too much of that stuff into the bath, but I do like the smell. Out you jump and lets eat" he added as he got this huge fluffy white towel and held it open for me to get in. There were bubbles everywhere. He wrapped the towel around me trapping my arms in it. He then picked me up easily, as I didn't weigh too much and deposited me on the sofa. He gently wiped away the few soap suds still on my face, which he followed up with a kiss. "You smell gorgeous." I still couldn't move as my arms were trapped. He eased me back against the cushions and as one arm kept me entrapped the other one started to caress my legs, as his lips encased my mouth, his tongue probing my lips forcing them open and then filling my mouth with it twitching and throbbing. He soon had my penis in his grasp. I closed my eyes as there was nothing I could do even had I wanted. "Is that nice sweetheart." Mmmm. Gently and smoothly he began to stroke it squeezing it, stopping me from breathing. So exquisite, what bliss. He then released the entrapment arm allowing me the opportunity to wriggle out of my towel, but I stayed exactly where I was, my eyes closed or nearly closed. I knew what was going on around me but I was powerless to stop or change it. Both arms and both hands were now free to caress, stroke, squeeze, and then glory of glories his lips touched the end of my pulsating tool. He licked me and then slowly, ever so slowly took it into his mouth where he proceeded to suck, lick and gently caress it with his lips. It was truly magical. I was fixed, rooted to the spot, transfixed. The world passed by I was floating in a timeless mist of pure enjoyment. I exploded. His lips stayed stationary as he sucked my milk into his mouth. This was far nicer than anything I had previously experienced. As I started to breathe again his lips met mine and I tasted my milk as he locked his lips onto mine. He was obviously eager for something to happen. "Your turn sweetheart." I didn't grasp what he meant at first but his body twitching and the pressure on the back of my neck for me to move downward quickly made me realise what he wanted. It had never crossed my mind that this was a two way exchange. It hit me like a brick. Why shouldn't he want me to do the same for him. For some unknown reason I was reluctant, but with extra pressure from him I got on with it. I unzipped his trousers accompanied with loud murmurings. He was now putting great pressure on the back of my head pushing me toward his groin. His underpants were in the way, but then suddenly it shot out in one upward movement. There in front of my eyes was a huge throbbing pole of flesh and blood all pulsating all waiting. It was much bigger than mine. My lips touched the tip and his shuddering increased dramatically. "Oh yes sweetheart. Please please." There was no need of him to say more. My hands were grasping his pole as my tongue felt its way around the top. It was much nicer than I had thought. I opened my lips and let this huge pole enter my mouth. He was pushing my head harder and harder, but there was not much further for me to go. "Suck on it sweetheart." I did as hard as I could. He was banging on the back of my mouth, I had closed my lips and was sucking when all of a sudden the trembling intensified, the pressure on my head was increased and suddenly he was down my throat. I was gagging, but he wouldn't let me pull back. His thrusts quickened as his pushes increased dramatically. It was his turn to explode. I couldn't breathe, all I wanted to do was to pull back and get this throbbing pole out of my mouth. He was moaning about his sweetheart and slowly he began to withdraw. I was able to breathe again. "Take it all sweetheart" he instructed me. I didn't want to but was left with no choice. It actually wasn't that bad, but was not high on my list of pleasant tasks. He held me tightly to him kissing me on the forehead, mumbling on about how good it had been. I had enjoyed my part of the deeds but had not really enjoyed his pleasurable bits as much. But, I reasoned, if I wanted the enjoyment I had experienced then it seemed only fair I should put up with the other bits. He on the other hand was on cloud 9. He kept hugging and kissing me and telling me how good it was. How he was so ecstatic, how he had never dreamt it could be so good. He decided we should, have the sandwiches and then perhaps get some more along with some more drink if necessary. We started to eat the sandwiches he had brought up, I ate one to every three he did. He was obviously ravenous. "Listen sweetheart, it would be better if no one actually saw you, so when I ring down for more food, you will need to hide in the bathroom." I didn't have a problem with that but was confused as to why I should have to hide. I was duly shooed into the bathroom when the tray of food was delivered. Apart from the sandwiches there was a bowl of chips. He opened the bottles which were Babycham. "I thought you would like a glass of this" he said handing it too me. I had never drank any alcohol before, since mum and dad were tea total, but the bubbles bursting up my nose and the delicious taste made me a devout lover of alcohol. I got a few chips whilst he wolfed the vast majority down. He was in such a state. He couldn't sit still, not even to eat the sandwiches. I watched him pace up and down the room, gulping down his drink and throwing his food down all on the move. "Do you like the Babycham, sweetheart?" "Yes I do." "You are a bit young for it really, but I think one or two glasses should be alright." I agreed. He then started pacing up and down again. "You did enjoy it this evening didn't you?" I smiled and quietly nodded my head in agreement. His prowling walking intrigued me as he was obviously very nervous, full of anxiety, and at the same time obviously very excited. He decided we should go to bed early. The bed was massive as was everything in the room, armchairs writing desk, even the window was enormous. I started to get my pyjamas out. "There's no need to wear them. The hotel is kept very warm." I had always worn pyjamas and had never slept in the nude. It seemed rather naughty. "Jump in and make sure it is nice and warm" he pointed to the left hand side. "I'll bring you another, drink, a nightcap." So I climbed into this massive bed and sank down into the soft sheets and mattress. My bed was nothing like this one. This was so soft it was as if you were floating. He came to bed also in the nude having first put our drinks on the bedside table. "Are you happy?" he asked as he snuggled up to me, embracing me tightly as he once again started kissing me. I was happy, staying in a luxurious hotel, in a lovely soft bed, having my teacher run around after me buying me drinks, and performing magical tricks on my body as well creating an aura of wonderful contentment. It felt strange though to be able to feel someone's bare body next to mine. He smoked a cigarette as we drank the babycham. He was so sweet, telling me how good I was at pleasing him, and how much he was grateful. Then he suggested we should play a little before going to sleep. His hand had accidentally touched my penis, just for a short time, but it had reacted accordingly. "Do you want to do me first?" I agreed and gently began to touch his bare chest as he pulled my head to his to kiss me deeply. He then took hold of one of my hands and moved it down into his groin area onto his penis. I began to stroke it gently and as earlier the response was instantaneous as it came to attention immediately. He started to moan and groan as I played with it. I moved my other arm down there and then I had both hands free to pleasure him. I tried squeezing at the base, and then the head of his large pole. I moved my head away from his lips and slowly moved it down his body kissing his flesh as I did so. As my lips met his pole his bucking and twisting increased drammaticaly. I could see that he was powerless, that I had total control. I was shocked how much power I had. I let my tongue roll around the top. He was in agony and ecstasy. All to do as my whim decided. I engulfed it and gorged on it. His bucking and twisting stopped as he arched his back, stretched his whole body and froze as his penis erupted filling my mouth completely. Is this how I reacted? I was quite shocked. "That was fantastic. You are so good. I love you" he squealed as he kissed and hugged me. I was quite overwhelmed. I had only done what he had indicated I should do and yet here he was telling me he was in love with me. That was really scary, but what could I do. "Your turn" he announced as he swiftly removed my trousers and underpants and started to fondle me. My reaction was instantaneous, I was in his hands, I was powerless I just wanted my penis to explode as his had done. His tongue played far more than mine had done as he concentrated at the base of my penis and not the top. It was delicious and fantastic. I now knew exactly what he had gone through. All too soon we both lay there exhausted. He held me close to him his arms encased my body ensuring my hands and face were close to his bare chest. I couldn't move my arms because his bear grip held them tight, but I could move my fingers, and inadvertently moved them around his nipple. I wasn't trying to titillate him I was simply moving my fingers to keep my blood circulation moving. "That is fantastic you little vixen. I am drained, I don't know where you get your stamina from, but I love it." "Did you really enjoy that?" "Yes," I murmured because I had. "So did I, so do you want us to keep on doing it, not just at the moment but later and tomorrow and the day after etc?" "Yes" I replied a little shamed face, because although I had really enjoyed it I felt that perhaps there was something wrong, something I shouldn't enjoy this much. "I thoroughly enjoyed it also." "Mmmm." "Do you want more weekends like this?" "Oh yes" I said without fully thinking it all through. All as I knew when I said that was that I had experienced a wonderful erotic time that had me up on cloud nine. I definitely wanted to repeat that. "Good, I will set about making it happen." I awoke the next morning, his arms were still encasing me. I tried to move them but in doing so I woke him. "Where are you going?" he asked dreamily. "Toilet." "Hurry I need you." I soon found out what he meant when I saw he had a raging hard on. I soon satisfied him emptying so much down my throat. He was so grateful offering to do me, but I was aching all round my groin where he had pulled and tugged. My penis was throbbing but with pain. I told him and he was so upset, kissing and hugging me whilst also apologising saying he hadn't meant to hurt me. He hadn't at the time but now I was in some discomfort. After we finally untangled our entwined bodies I had a shower. Again this was something new to me. As I got out he wrapped me up in a fluffy towel and gently rubbed me down kissing me frequently. "You were so good, looking after my needs whilst you were in pain." I tried to answer but he put a finger to my lips. "I will make it up to you, I promise." When we were dressed he explained that we would skip breakfast in the hotel because it was so expensive. And then he went through this complicated tale why I should leave the hotel, before him and to use the side door. Naturally I did as I was told and met him a hundred yards or so down the road. We went to a local caf? and had breakfast, which was delicious. We decided that we would go for a walk along the river bank. After a while he suggested we should sit on one of the benches overlooking the river. People were rowing boats on the water, some were fishing. It was all very peaceful. "We need to talk," he announced rather sternly. "Some people think that what we did is wrong. It is certainly against the law and I could go to jail for us having fun." "I didn't realise," I answered in all innocence. "But we both really enjoyed it and want to continue doing it , don't we." "Yes." "Oh good sweetheart because I really think the world of you and would not do anything to harm you. Indeed I will do anything you want to make you happy." I was so flustered and flattered, I had no words I could say coherently. This was something absolutely new to me. "I want to spend more and more time with you without feeling guilty of a crime I do not believe in." I agreed. "The thing is, that I have signed us into the hotel a Mr and Mrs." "Oh," I replied mystified and not understanding the implications. "Problem is," he continued "is that you don't look like my wife. If one of the staff see us then I will be carted off to jail. You don't want that do you?" "No." "So what do you say if you dress up a little." "What do you mean." "Put on a few ladies clothes and things." "Oooh. I don't like that," I answered honestly and swiftly. "But we could be together and enjoy ourselves. You do want to enjoy ourselves, don't you?" "Yes." "Well then it would only mean wearing a few things and everything can continue. You do want that don't you?" "Yes." "Then to help me out, you'll do it." "I don't like the idea." "Of course you don't, but for my sake will you do it." "What would I have to do." "Just wear a dress, and shoes. That can't be hard." "A dress and shoes?" I asked. "Absolutely." "How often." "As often as you want. Remember you will be wearing them so that we both can enjoy ourselves and be together." "I won't look like a lady in just a dress and a pair of shoes though will I?" "I think you will look beautiful" he answered and then gave me a huge kiss and hug. "Let's go shopping," he said grasping my hand. "I can't go into a shop and buy a dress for me," I shrieked. "Of course not. We will buy it for your mum, my wife." I couldn't believe what he was saying. "Leave it to me, nobody will think it is for you." I was beginning to panic but he was so assured that I accepted his word. We went into the first ladies fashion shop we came across, not a cheap one but an expensive one. It smelt of rich fabrics and wonderful perfume. Two ladies approached us in a pincer movement. Both had strained bemused looks. "Can we help sir?" "Hopefully. My wife and I, oh and my son here, arrived on the train this morning. My wife's suitcase has been stolen and so she has nothing to wear, apart from the clothes she is in. But she is so distraught, and I feel so guilty that I thought that such a fine shop as this would be able to help me out. I need a dress for this evening's dinner. Paul here is about the same height and size. He doesn't have the same protuberances but he is not too dissimilar. I want to surprise my wife and suggest to her that she comes and does all of her shopping here." The ladies faces lit up with pleasure as their cash register began to spin. "As tall as his mother at such a tender age, how nice," announced one of them eying me up and down. "And does your wife have large protuberances sir?" "Average." "Any size sir?" "No I am afraid not. My wife always does her own shopping." "Quite so" said the other one casting a tape measure about my waist. They very quickly assessed what size we should buy. "What colour were you thinking of sir?" "Well she looks adorable in either red or black." "Ah" exclaimed the more miserable one "We have the very dress. It only came in yesterday, straight from Paris. I will get it from the back room." I dared not look at Jonathan as I am sure I would have laughed. She reappeared carrying what looked like a low cut necked with no sleeves, but tight fitting. "Would your son like to try it on sir?" "Certainly not." My relief was great. "Then perhaps we could hold it against your son to give us an idea." "Excellent idea." Within seconds they had my jumper off me and had the dress pressed tightly against me. One of the ladies holding it up whilst the other fiddled about with the hem. Their perfume was intoxicating. I had never experienced two ladies, albeit ugly ones of indeterminate ancient age handling me. It was most disconcerting. The one fiddling with the hem had raised her attention to the waist line where she proceeded to wipe out the creases, stroking her hands up and down. She straightened up and looked me straight in the eye, her lips just an inch or two from mine. "Are you certain you don't want to try it on sir" she whispered as her hand pressed against my enlarged and throbbing penis." "No no," I squeaked not able to talk normally. "I just thought you might like to sir." "Nooo." "Your wife will no doubt be wearing a corset sir." "Ah yes" Johnathan replied "I forgot about that." "We have some that are adjustable for that size?" "Then we'd better have one of those as well." "And stockings sir." "Yes you are right." "Size 6 sir?" "I do believe you are correct." "You do have matching shoes don't you sir." "No." "We have some that would match the dress perfectly." "Then a pair of them as well." All this time the other lady had not moved a muscle her lips and breathe filling my nostrils, her eyes boring into mine. She knew what was going on and watched intently to see if my eyes would be diverted from her seductive deep brown eyes. I stared right back. Eventually she smiled ever so slightly and then turned and walked away the dress in her hands. "Handbag sir?" "Whatever you think." "Your wife is so lucky to have such a kind hearted husband." Jonathan just blushed with embarrassment. "I think sir that you may forgotten the most important item." "What, I don't know" stammered Johnathan now looking rather flustered "Nightdress." "Oh yes, you are right." "Perhaps a daring red baby doll, they are all of the rage now?" "Yes that would be nice." "Anything else sir." "No no, that would be fine." Hey began to parcel everything up, but the one who had looked so closely into my eyes kept glancing across at me. I shuffled about extremely agitated and embarrassed as I knew that she knew who this was all for. They handed Johnathan the bill. He was obviously shocked but tried hard not to show it. He made out the cheque as the other one began to start giving me the bags containing my new clothes. Just the odd tiny smirk as she handed each bag, all in pink with their logo platered right across them. The minute we left the shop everyone would know we were carrying ladies garments. She pressed up close to me once again. "I hope your mummy will enjoy wearing these lovely clothes. Do you think she will?" "Yes," I whispered. "I bet she will feel very sexy in that baby doll, don't you think?" "I wouldn't know." "Oh I think she will and indeed, I'm sure you agree with me, don't you?" "I suppose you are right," I muttered. "I know I am." "Jewellery sweetie. You need to have lots of jewellery, but I am sure your mother has that." "Yes I'm sure" I said concentrating as much as possible on anything apart from her but my eyes kept reverting back to her deep crimson lips, that moved so sensually as she continued to whisper. "Long longearings, large bold necklaces and as many bangles as your delicate arms can take. Broaches are nice but not as effective as large pendant earings. They are not too fashionable at the moment but with your face and eyes it will be important to keep the focus on your face and not your body, hence the earrings. But of course I am assuming your mother has your eyes. "I'm sure you are right," I said focussing on those lips. "Oh I know I am. Bye sweetie, hope to see you soon." "Thanks" I said as both Johnathan and I picked up all of the bags and made a hasty exit. We both had our hands full as we walked outside. "We only went in for a dress," Johnathan said, his face and body showing all of the signs of a shell shocked soldier. "And the price. I couldn't believe how much we have spent on you in just a few minutes." I hadn't asked him to spend a penny, it was all his idea so I was to say the least a little hurt, but I kept my mouth shut. "I need a coffee," he said in desperation leading the way off to a coffee shop. We sat down and ordered. He was still muttering to himself about the cost and how we had been done. I looked around only to notice a few ladies smiling as they looked at all of our bags. I turned back to see that Johnathan was offering me a cigarette. I looked at him blankly. He then realised what he had done and apologised. "Do you want me to smoke?" I asked bemused. "Er no not as you are since you are too young really, but perhaps when you are dressed up it would make you look more the part. But we will see about that. I shouldn't encourage you to do things that are not good for you." The coffee arrived and I took the opportunity to look around. All of the ladies were smoking, holding their cigarettes high into the air. I had read that since the turn of the decade in 1960 ladies felt more emancipated, whatever that meant. Perhaps it meant they should all smoke. I noticed that most of them inhaled very little preferring to use their sticks to demonstrate their emancipation. Johnathan spoke to me, but I wasn't really listening, more intent upon the ladies smoking. I was fascinated watching them. Mum and dad both smoke like chimneys, indeed all of our neighbours smoked, but they smoked in a different manner than these ladies. Mum and her friends smoked more like men, not refined like these women. They looked so elegant. Indeed all of their movements were so elegant and refined. "Watching the ladies eh?" "Yes its quite fascinating." "Good, very good. I am so pleased you are taking it seriously," he said as he leaned across and squeezed my arm "I'm very pleased sweetheart" he smiled broadly. "But as I was saying we must get some cosmetics, but I don't know what they use." "Mum puts on some cold cream, Pond's I think, and then puts on face powder. She follows that with mascara, a pencil for her eyelids and lipstick." "Well done, how do you know." "I've watched her of course." He finished his cigarette and coffee and then we moved on all of the ladies we passed admiring the carrier bags. Johnathan didn't seem to notice. We headed for Boots, and without hesitation we entered going straight to the make up counter. "A jar of Pond's cold cream please." The lady behind the counter was surprised but quickly composed herself. "For your wife sir?" "Yes we have had our suitcases stolen with clothes and everything else in there. My wife is distraught crying uncontrollably, so I and my son thought we would cheer her up a little by buying some things we think she may need." "How lovely, how romantic. I wish my husband would do that. How can I help?" "All of the basic cosmetics." "What about colours." "Her skin colours?" "Oh, she has a dark complexion with dark brown hair, similar to my son's." "Can we use him to check the colours." "You don't mind that do you Paul?" "No," I responded. "Oh that's excellent" she said. " Let me see." She disappeared around the corner of the display counter. She came back with tubes and pots of foundation colour and powders. She proceeded to gently rub in small amounts onto my arm, until she was sure she had the right skin tone. "You'll need eye make up. We have a number of alternative colours. May I suggest this one." She proceeded to pile up bottles of this and that from face washes to face creams, anti-aging creams, as well as different shades of foundation cream, depending on the time of day, face powders, rouge, numerous eye shadows, mascaras (one black and one dark brown) three different lipsticks and three nail varnishes to match, with nail varnish remover and cosmetic remover as well as cotton woo balls, hand cream and body lotion. Then the cr?me de la cr?me was the perfume and bath oil, talcum powder, large powder puff. All of them were put into a large carrier bag with another feminine logo on the outside. Carrying this lot was quite difficult. "Do you think we have bought enough," Jonathan enquired. "I don't think my bank balance can afford too much more." I smiled at him. Nobody had ever spent anything like this on me before. I was embarrassed and flattered. I was also bemused, why he should spend so much, as I had asked for nothing. I wasn't sure it was a good thing. I had simply agreed because I thought it would please him. I knew I wanted to keep getting these wonderful exotic feelings, but at what cost. "Lets use the side door and the back stairs." I was in total agreement with him. A few minutes later we were back in the room undetected. We sat down in the armchairs and looked at each other. "Did you enjoy that?" "No." He laughed and said that neither had he, but it was worth it as a means to an end. "I think it is time for you to start getting ready." "Ready for what." "Your debut as my wife of course." "But I don't know what to do." "A little trial and error. Read all of the labels and I am sure you will get there. I need to go out so you go and have a long bubbly bath and think of the night ahead and all of the rewards that will bring." He left and I decided to start. I undid all of the parcels and put my new dress on a hanger to make sure there were no creases. I laid all of my new clothing out on the bed, and then opened the cosmetics. I was baffled with all of the little jars and creams. I found the bath oils and so started to run the bath. I put too much in as the bubbles rose up and up above the top of the bath. The bathroom smelt delicious. I undressed and lowered myself into the bubbles. It was heavenly as I luxuriated in the feel and smell of the water. I was still there when he returned. He smiled and told me how delicious I looked. What about your hair, I'll find the shampoo and conditioner. He came back with his razor. "I know you don't shave yet but we must remove the hairs under your arm, on your legs and up your arms." Having been de-haired he proceeded to shave the back of my neck, and then applied after shaving lotion to all of my bare parts. I stood up in the bath as he let all of the water disappear. First he wrapped a towel around my head into a turban shape. Then he gently patted my body with the big fluffy towel, slowly removing all of the soap suds and moisture still on my skin. Next came a sweet smelling body lotion which he liberally spread all over me. That felt really good. I dusted myself down with the talcum powder, more nice smells and my body now felt smooth especially my arms and legs. "Let's get you out of there," he said as he wrapped me round with the fluffy towel and then he picked me up and placed me on the floor. "You look wonderful, but sit down and see what you think of my presents." "You've spent so much." "True but I wanted to. Try this ring on, my wedding ring" it was an 18 carat ring with straight edges on the outside. It was tight but not too difficult to put on. He smiled and then kissed me as he announced that we were married. I felt really good about that. I don't know why but to think of myself as his wife was something quite extraordinary. He pulled out another jewellery box, this one containing a pair of gold. Long dangling clip on earrings. "I overheard the lady in the shop. You have to screw them on at the back of your ear. Try them on." With difficulty I did eventually get them on. "How hard do I have to screw them?" "No idea." I felt so helpless. They felt quite tight and hurt a little. So I thought I would try them at that. I , moved my head from side to side. It was a weird feeling, but I could tell from his face that he thought they were terrific. There was also a small bag without the usual feminine logos. "You don't have to if you don't want." I opened it and was startled to see a long shiny black cigarette holder about 4 inches long, with what looked like a sparkly motif at the end of it. Also in the packet was a packet of Peter Styversen cigarettes, looking very swish in the packet. "They are supposed to be very mild for your fist cigarette sweetheart." He was so kind looking after me. "why don't you try one?" I was very hesitant but wanted to please him. I nodded my consent. He placed the cigarette in the end of the holder. "Here you are sweetheart, just put it into your mouth and suck just a little as I light it for you. Let the smoke fill your mouth and then blow it out. Don't inhale it, not at this stage." I put it in my mouth, he used his lighter to produce the flame and then he held it to the end of my cigarette. "Suck a little sweetheart", I did and suddenly my mouth was full of smoke which I blew out instantly. "Very good sweetheart. Keep doing that you look great." I sucked and blew out the smoke. It made me cough once. Jonathan showed me how to hold the holder with my fingernails pointing towards my mouth. "Fantastic that is so ladylike." I found it a little awkward to hold it that way, but he assured me that is how I should do it. "When you are not smoking hold the cigarette vertically to make sure you don't get any nicotine stains." My mum's fingers were all yellow so I knew what he meant. He sat next to me with his arm around my shoulders. "Again sweetheart again" he kept cooing in my ear. "You will look fabulous." As the cigarette burnt down I began to feel very lightheaded and a little queasy. "You did very well for your first time. It is only to be expected that you should feel slightly off, but with a little patience and practise we will have you looking like a very sexy lady." I hadn't realised that that was the purpose, to look sexy, but it obviously made him very happy. I could see the bulge in his trousers. "Shall we start to get you dressed, but first shall I try and sort out your hair." He made me sit at the sumptuous dressing table as he began to brush my hair. "I have to brush my mother's hair every night, and have got to enjoy it" he muttered as he expertly began to mould my hair into a different style. The first thing he did was swap my parting from the left hand side to the right, and with the aid of the hotels hairdryer he made my hair stick out far more than previously. He sprayed a lot of hairspray and brushed and played . Suddenly my short hair looked totally different. At the back it was still very short but from the front it had a large wave in it. I was amazed I looked totally different. The emphasis of what we doing changed from my hair to my face. Copious amounts of cold cream was applied and massaged into my skin until it had all disappeared. Then a foundation cream was applied, until a smooth coating was made over my face and neck. Then came the powder, put on with a large powder puff, particular attention being given to my nose. "You must always make sure you never have a shiny nose, or so I am told" said Jonathan. The smell of the powder was so delicate and warm. I had smelt it many times watching my mum putting powder on her face. It felt so good. "You look really scrumptious" he said smiling and grinning "Lets do your eyes. Mother always said it was the eyes that mattered most." He started by pencilling in my eyebrows but he changed the shape of them making them larger and more curvaceous. Then using a fine brush he painted on the eye liner around my eyes, making them look much larger. Eye powder followed, mainly blue but with a little white at the top edges. Mascara was really quite different, making my eye lids feel heavier. Then it was decided that more eye liner needed to be applied to cover up where the eye shadow had gone over the edges. "The lips sweetheart. I think that since we will be going down for diner the deep red one will look the best. I had no part in the discussion because I really had no idea whatsoever, I just knew mum always used a red lipstick all the time, so it would have been daft for me to argue. He put it on softly. My lips exploded as the smooth red stick moisturised, coloured and smelt so soft and sensual. As he finished applying it he moved back a little and then moved back and kissed me on the lips. This felt so different. His quivering tongue traced the inside edge of my now partly open mouth. I couldn't help it, it was just a natural reaction. He had kissed me before but I had never enjoyed it but now it was totally different, I was enjoying it and I wanted him to do more. He held the back of my head and put a slight pressure on our lips as his tongue reached in deeper and deeper. He withdrew his tongue and our lips parted just slightly but now I wanted him. I reached up putting my arm behind his neck and pulled him down, my lips open ready for his tongue. His breathing quickly increased as he pressed harder and harder. My eyes had closed leaving myself totally available. Things were happening down below for me as I enjoyed his advances more and more. Our lips parted but he gently kissed my forehead pulling my face onto his chest. I undid the buttons on his shirt and kissed his bare chest. He was trembling now and I knew exactly where we were going. He started moaning more and more telling me how lovely I was and how my touch intoxicated him. Since I was feeling something similar I undid all of his shirt buttons and continued to leave imprints of my lips down his body. As I got to his waistband and removed his belt unbuckling his trousers his trembling increased rapidly. He removed my towel so both our naked bodies were now touching. He picked me up and transferred me to the bed. I felt so delicate and vulnerable. He was so much in charge and I was so weak. I actually liked the feeling of being the protected one, and the loved one. We pleasured each other thoroughly and then realised that all of the work done on making me look pretty had all been lost. My hair was a mess as was my make up. Jonathan got to work, laughing and joking, he was so happy. So was I. It didn't take that long to have me presentable once again. Stage two, which threw me completely was my nails, toe and fingernails. Jonathan told me off for biting them and made me promise never to do that again. With deep red nail varnish to match my lipstick on my fingernails my hand were transformed. My feet had changed as well but I couldn't understand the need for that since my shoes would cover them up. "All will be revealed," is all that he would say. Stage three now started, actually getting dressed. The corset was the first item. We opened it up as much as possible but even then it was extremely tight to get on. That was the easy bit, then came the fun and games as we tried to actually fasten it properly. "I think you need to breathe in more" he said regardless of the fact that I was in agony. "Ill tighten it from the bottom" he said "and in that way hopefully your body will fall into shape". One by one he fasten the hooks and eyes. Each one changed my body shape but I suppose that was the purpose. Slowly and painfully he got past my waist line and up towards my bust, or at least were I would have had a bust were I a female. I could hardly breathe at all. "Take small breathes and move very slowly. Don't rush anything." It is not easy learning to breathe differently, but slowly I overcame my feeling of panic and realised that I could still breathe, but differently. "Wow you have really changed, for the better." I tried to slowly walk around and then the ultimate to sit down. Jonathan had to help me back up. I was encased in armour, but funnily enough I liked the feeling of being controlled. "We should have put your nickers on first. We'll have to try and squeeze them up." Once again the most unfeminine movements took place as we pulled and tugged until we had them in place. "You need to pad them out," he said pointing at the conical bra section "Put some old socks in." Bending over was difficult, so the only way of reaching down was to bend my knees, but then I had to get back up. My shining knight came to the rescue. "Put the slip on." That simply floated down over my encased body making everything nice and smooth. "Stockings sweetheart. I have watched my mother roll them up so many times so I can help you." Ooooh they felt so nice on my bare legs as they slid up my legs. It was so exhilarating and tantalising. My penis thought so to but had nowhere to go. That didn't feel at all pleasant. Fastening the stockings to the corset was quite an art. Jonathan showed me how and then sat back and watched. "Put your shoes on dear, we don't want you to get a ladder before we start do we?" The shoes had been put in the bag without us looking at them. They had a 2 inch kitten heel, were mainly patent red apart from the toes and the heels which were black and shiny. The toes were long pointed ones, which were all of the fashion at the time. I was so surprised as my stocking feet slid easily into the confined space. Jonathan helped me up again. I wobbled dangerously as I quickly had to learn how to balance in them. After a short time I managed that but then I had to learn to walk. That was far more difficult but step by step we achieved it. "Small mincing steps, is the way dear." He was correct, as always. He stood behind me and hugged me around the waist, his moth next to my ear lobe. "Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, over and over gorgeous." His lips touched and his tongue explored at the rear of my ear. I tingled all over. I pressed my hands hard onto his to tighten his grip. We moved slowly side to side, all the time him whispering "gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous." I loved it. "The dress sweetheart, and you will change from being gorgeous to being a fantastic princess." I was in a dream. He opened the dress up and laid it carefully on the floor for me to step into. I couldn't see properly so he bent down to hold the dress just right whilst I tried to get my shoes and legs into the small aperture. I needed to support myself and so laid my hand on his shoulder. First one foot and then the other. Then slowly he slid the dress up my stockings past my hips and then up to my waist. The feeling of the silken lining brushing against my nylon legs was electrifying. My hands and arms passed