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A Tribute To Michelle free porn video
Michelle and I had a very tumultuous relationship. We'd hit it off
great at first. We'd met at a retro-club. I was half in the bag when my
friends encouraged me to go out and dance with the statuesque "Amazon",
as they had called her. So I did. She gave me her number, we dated for
a while and things were generally pretty good. Some of my friends
teased me, as she was taller than me. I was 5'10". She stood at a full
6 feet tall without heels. The relationship had not ended well and we
had arranged a time for me to come and get my things. I pulled up to
her house at the appointed time and rang the door bell. I waited for a
few minutes and rang again. Still no answer. I started to get mad and
went around to the back of the house. I knew where she kept her spare
key and figured I would just go in there, get my things, and be on my
way and out of her life forever. As I walked around to the back, I
bumped into her neighbor Sylvia. Sylvia was a sweet old lady, long
widowed. I had helped Sylvia with a few things when Michelle and I were
dating and she was always very nice to me. "Are you looking for
Michelle?" she said to me in her creaky voice. "As a matter of fact, I
am, Sylvia. Any idea when she'll be back?" Sylvia chuckled. "You'll be
waiting some time. She got called out of town on business and left this
morning." I was furious. She could have called, texted, e-mailed,
anything! "Well, I just have to get a few things, Sylvia, is it ok if I
let myself in? I'll be gone before you know it." She shrugged. "I
suppose it won't do any harm..." Good enough for me, I thought. Fishing
the spare key out of her hiding place, I let myself into the house.
The box with my things was sitting on top of the table in the living
room. Well, at least she had been considerate enough to pack it for me.
I walked around the house, wistful. Michelle and I really had a good
thing going for a while. All the pictures she had of me had been taken
down and placed in the box. I walked into her bedroom and sat on the
bed. I could still feel her and smell her in the air. She'd left a few
things strewn about the room. I spied a pair of her panties sitting at
the foot of the bed. I picked them up and looked at them. They were a
pair of white boyshorts with a little bow on the band. I smelled them
and breathed her scent in deeply. She'd probably worn these and tossed
them before she had to run out. As I picked them up, I started
unzipping my pants. I missed her a lot and my cock was so hard just
thinking about her. I wrapped her panties around my cock and closed my
eyes. My mind was suddenly consumed with a crazy thought. Why not put
them on? The thought was crazy, but I was in a weird moment and before
I knew it, I was taking off my clothes. I sat there naked for a minute
and looked at her panties in my hand. This was the moment of truth. I
stepped into them, one foot at a time. I slowly drew them up my legs
and couldn't believe I was doing this, but here I was. Before I knew
it, I was wearing them. They felt so good on me and what made it even
better was that she'd worn these so recently that her scent was still
on them. I ran my hands all over them and could barely keep my hands
off of them. Part of me wanted to cum right now, but I had another odd
thought: If just wearing her panties felt this good... why stop at
panties? Why not go a little further...? I tried pushing the thought out
of my head, but I saw myself in her full-length mirror wearing her
panties. It did look a little odd. Maybe if I went a little further, it
might look better. But the only way it would look good was if I went...
all the way. As I ran my hands over Shelly's pretty panties, I knew
that I was going to do it. Kind of like a... tribute.
I left my clothes there on the floor and kicked them into an unused
corner of the room. I went into the attached bathroom and started the
shower. I got into the shower and lathered myself up with her soap and
washed my hair with her shampoo. Using her pink razor, I ran it all
over my body. I didn't have much hair to begin with. I wasn't very
hairy and she had preferred a smooth chest, I had gotten into the habit
of doing pretty much everything, so it really didn't take a long time.
I kept my pubic regon fairly well man-scaped, but I decided to do a
cute triangle, just like Michelle. After I finished, I toweled myself
off and tucked it just beneath my arms, like I'd seen women do before.
Grabbing her scented lotion off of the shelf, I applied it all over my
body. As the scent filled the room, I breathed it in and tried to get
into the right frame of mind for my Michelle tribute. Running my hands
all over my body, it felt so smooth. It was time for the next step.
I walked into her bedroom and walked straight to the closet. Quickly
finding a box with her long blonde wig, I took it out and looked over
it. It could use a little brushing. Shelly liked to wear wigs now again
to 'spruce up her looks', she said. I secured it in position and liked
what I saw. Making my way towards her dresser, I picked up her brush
and smelled it before I ran it through my own "blonde hair". It smelled
just like the shampoo I had just used. I saw her hair ties and
scrunchies and decided that I should have my hair pulled back out of my
way. I gathered it into the back and centered it in the center of the
back of my head. Using one of the hair ties, I tied it into a pony
tail. It pulled the wig back enough that I could see some of my own
hair, but the illusion was enough for now. Now that my hair was a
little more presentable, I went to her bedroom and opened up another of
her drawers. I knew exactly what I would find there: a pack of red
press-on nails. I went back to the bathroom and grabbed a matching
shade of red. I sat on the edge of the tub and began to paint my
toenails. As they were drying, I read the instructions on the back of
the box and got started on my fingernails. It wasn't too long before I
was done and my toenails were dry. I looked at my hands and feet and
smiled. Having no further need for it, I placed the towel back on the
rack. Though I was naked, with no breasts and a cock, I did have long
nails and painted toes. Along with my blonde pony tail, I felt far more
a girl than a man.
Now, it was time to get dressed. Going back into the bedroom, I picked
up those sexy panties once again. I put my legs into them one at a time
and slowly drew them up my legs until I was finally wearing them again.
It turned me on even more the second time. My cock throbbed as I
thought to myself that I'd never gotten into her panties quite like
this! Opening her lingerie drawer, I was reminded that Michelle
definitely had an impressive lingerie collection. Now, for a matching
bra. "A girl has to match, after all." I noticed that I had said that
in an approximation of Shelly's voice. Eyeing a Victoria's Secret tag
on a white bra with padded cups, I knew I had a winner. I slipped my
arms through the straps and tried to fasten it from behind, just like
she would. It took me a while, especially with my longer fingernails,
but I managed. I tugged the bra down and settled it into place. The bra
was so padded; it already gave the look and feel of breasts, even with
nothing in the cups. I admired the feel for a while and then grabbed
some socks to fill out the cups. I adjusted the bra, making sure "the
girls" were in the proper place and looking good, and took the time to
admire my new breasts. The padding was ample and served to give my body
some of the curves that I desired. I ran my hands over them, getting
used to the heavenly feel. Once my tits were set, I took a look at
myself wearing a matching bra and panties. I saw a glimmer of my
Shelly, with her blonde hair and pretty matching undies, but she wasn't
there yet. I decided that make-up would be my next step.
Heading back into the bathroom, I took out her pink make-up box from
under the sink. "This has everything a girl could need," I said in
Michelle's voice. Grabbing the foundation, I immediately went to work.
I blended the complexions as best I could from my forehead, all the way
down to my neck. I'd seen her do her make-up countless times and
remembered how she did it. It was always fascinating to watch and as I
did as Michelle had done, my five o'clock shadow was soon completely
gone and I'd managed to blend it very well. I thought about trying
eyeliner, but a dark blue eyeshadow caught my eye instead. I ran the
dark blue over my eyelids and then went a shade lighter just above
them. I liked the way it looked, but I completed the look with mascara.
I fluttered my eyelids in the mirror as I applied a little rouge for
color and contrast on my cheeks. Now came my favorite aspect of make-
up. The bright red lipstick. I puckered my lips and slowly applied it.
I pressed my lips together and touched it up again. This way much
easier with my hair in a pony tail. I took out the hair tie and let
down my blonde hair. As played with my hair in the mirror, I saw my
Shelly looking back at me. She smiled, winked at me, and blew me a
kiss. As I put the make-up container away, a box of maxipads caught my
attention. Not quite sure what came over me, I opened the box and
unwrapped one. Pulling my panties down, I placed the maxipad lovingly
in my panties. "Don't want to be a dirty girl, do you?" Pulling my
panties back up and in place, I excitedly returned to her bedroom.
The lingerie drawer was still opened and I fished in there for a pair
of her stockings. I spotted a nude pair of lacetop stockings and sat on
the edge of the bed. I gathered the stocking in my hand and giggled as
I brought my foot up and saw my red toenails. Admiring the way they
looked through the material, I slowly pulled the sheer stocking up my
smooth leg. I savored every second of it and even closed my eyes to
appreciate it more fully. I did the same with my other leg and almost
moaned with pleasure. I absolutely loved the feel of stockings and
loved how they made me feel even more. I felt sexy and pretty in them,
so very feminine. Crossing my legs, I savored the feel of them on me
and smiled as I heard that swishing sound. Looking at her collection of
high heels, I remebered that we had discovered early on in our
relationship, and much to my dismay, Michelle and I both wore a size 8
shoe. Well, a women's size 10. She'd made a comment that my gym shoes
were about the size of hers and then proceeded to put them on. She
remarked that they fit perfectly and had dared me to try on a pair of
her heels. At that time, I declined, but now I felt very differently
about them. There was a pair of nude platform heels that I'd seen her
wear time and time again. Pulling them out of the closet, I left them
on the floor and slowly stepped my right foot into the shoe. My foot
effortlessly slid into place and I stepped right into her high heel.
She was right, we must be the same size, as the shoe fit almost too
well. I did the same with my left foot, very carefully, so as not to
fall. I stood there for a moment and just beamed. I felt sexy and
confident in my high heels and with each step forward, I felt my ass
wiggle from side to side, as I started approximating her walk.
I caught a glimpse of the mirror and my beautiful Shelly was looking
back at me. She stopped walking and arched her left leg up on her toes
and ran her left hand over her nude stockings, scraping her nails
against the nylon. Her legs looked amazing in her barely-there
stockings. Her right hand was cupping her pantied ass, and she stuck
her chest out for me to admire. And admire, I did. She then looked
directly at me and bit her lip in such a sexy way, that I was even more
turned on than I thought possible. I wanted to pleasure her and I
wanted to do it right now. I looked down and then glanced back in the
mirror. She was sliding her hand slowly into her panties, wiggling them
down. I looked down and saw her red nailed hands grab my cock firmly. I
looked at her in the mirror and saw her close her eyes, anticipating
the pleasure. I closed my eyes too and heard her moan when we began
stroking each other. The two of us fell into the rhythm and it wasn't
before long that I heard her moan again as we climaxed together. I felt
her wetness in my hand and brought her pussy juices to my lips. As I
brushed her juice across my lips, I tasted her sweet saltiness and
proceeded to lick it all off my hand. I opened my eyes to see my sweet
Michelle sucking her fingers clean, one by one. It was smart of her to
put a maxipad in our panties, so that we didn't make a mess.
Taking my eyes off of her, I went to bathroom to wash my hands. I again
looked up in the mirror to see Michelle smiling back at me. She was
taller in her heels and was beaming at me, still glowing from our
encounter. I had left the lipstick on the counter, so I touched that
up. It seems that she approved. As I walked back into the bedroom, I
couldn't help but smile at the sound of the click of my heels on the
hardwood floor. Looking around, I went back to the dresser and looked
into the jewelry box there. My ears had been pierced for years, but I
always took my studs out when I was at work. I had long debated letting
them just close, but in this moment, I was glad that I hadn't. There
was a pair of gold dangly earrings that caught my eye and I knew they
would look so good on me. After putting one in, I knew I was right. I'd
given these to Michelle early in our relationship and now I was the one
wearing them well. I put an ornate gold ring on my right hand and
picked out a gold bangle to wear with my outfit. I finished it off with
a gold necklace that dangled right near my cleavage. "A girl needs to
accessorize, after all." Practicing my femme walk back to the closet, I
once again marveled at Shelly's wardrobe. I looked at her skirts and
tops. My eyes wandered towards the dresses in back. One in particular
caught my eye. She'd worn this stunning dress to her best friend's
wedding. It was hot little number with a lacy bodice and a flowy skirt,
which was just short enough to be cute and not slutty. I took it from
its hanger and unzipped it. Stepping my stockinged legs into the dress,
one at a time, I could barely stand the anticipation of it. I slid my
arms through the straps and brought it closer to my breasts. I reached
behind me and slowly zipped it up, up, up. The dress felt as if it were
made for me. It hugged every contour of my body and as I looked in the
mirror, Shelly was looking back at me. She was breathtaking. As I
walked, I felt the dress swish around my stockinged legs and heard my
heels click against the floor. My Shelly posed for me. She put her
hands on her knees and bent over, making kissy faces at me. She ran her
fingers through her hair and brought her hands back down to rub her
titties. She stuck her booty out and ran her hands up her smooth legs,
taking special care to tease me a little by lifting the hem of her
dress, so I could see the lacy tops of her stockings. She laughed and
smiled at me, all with her 'fuck me' stare looking back at me the
entire time. I was hard as a rock again and yearned to feel her touch
once more, even though I knew this wasn't the real Michelle. "But I'll
certainly do for now, right?"
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