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Beauty and the Fetishist Belladonna "So, what do you think he's going to do when he walks in?" Lily asked the girls standing around the receptionist's desk. "He's going to flip," the receptionist replied. "I bet he does a double take," Jocelyn added while nodding at Claire's comment. "Any thoughts?" Lily asked Freddie, the oldest woman in the group. "I think he's going to know we're screwing with him!" "No doubt," Lily seconded Freddie's answer with a laugh. "Oh, he's in the parking lot," Claire chirped as she caught a glimpse of Charlie's car pulling up in front of one of the office's windows. "Places, girls," Lily ordered her underlings with a smile. Claire turned her chair out from under her desk and crossed her thin, dark gray, diamond patterned tights covered legs. Freddie gave the young, married girl an envious look. Even when she was Claire's age, fifteen years prior, she knew that she never had the thin legs to pull off the black, skater miniskirt that Claire had paired with her tights and black pumps that morning. Freddie struck her own pose with a hand on her pink, jersey dress- covered right hip. Her hips were wider than any of the other girls in the office, and her slightly below the knee hem that rested over her black sheer pantyhose covered legs was longer than the others' as well. Jocelyn grinned at the pose that the company's Human Resources manager was striking. It was unlike anything she had ever seen the normally conservative woman do in the presence of their boss. Jocelyn moved in front of Claire's desk and stuck out her hip, letting her legs appear their longest while she arched her back. While she was slightly older than Lily and had a decade on Claire, Jocelyn's daily fitness routine had preserved most of her youthful shapeliness, despite the two children she had. Lily shook her head at Jocelyn's youthful, flirtiest pose while she positioned herself on the edge of the receptionist desk and let one nylon-covered leg cross over the other. The girls all trained their eyes on the door to catch their boss's reaction when he walked in. The girls smiled at each other, while they wondered what their boss would do as he saw them dressed to tease his poorly hidden fetish. All the girls knew about it. It was impossible to miss his leers at their legs when they were in hosiery. The open secret was a source of amusement for the girls, who treated it as harmless since he never proceeded beyond longing gazes at their legs. It was something that helped to keep the office light, which the girls found important due to the depressing nature of their business. None of the girls ever grew up dreaming of working in the corporate office of a regional chain of a monuments/gravestones provider and manufacturer. Jocelyn's years of coordinating the construction of mausoleums, installations of gravestones and the repair and cleaning of such things had left her with a darker sense of humor than she had when she entered the workforce. Lily's own years of procuring of granite and other materials for preparing monuments and mausoleums, arranging deliveries to their showrooms and coordinating with local funeral homes had deadened her to a number of things, however, the chance to liven things up rarely passed her by. She grinned as she saw the man who had recently made her the Company's Vice President reaching for the door handle. Charlie pushed the door open and stepped inside his office. He walked into the lobby of the corporate office and came to a complete stop. He saw the four grinning girls looking at him. Jocelyn smiled over her shoulder at him as his eyes darted down from her face, to her scallop jacquard dress and fixated on the brown opaque tights on her legs. His eyes were soon drawn to the black opaque tights on Lily's crossed legs that were peaking out from beneath her tight, gray, pencil skirt. The girls struggled not to laugh as his eyes enlarged. Charlie struggled to fight of blushing at the sight and the girls' evident realization that he was staring at their legs. Charlie said hello to the girls in a low voice as he tried to walk past them, catching glimpses of the hosiery on Claire and Freddie's legs in the process. Charlie shook his head at it and began to wonder if the girls had discovered his poorly hidden secret. The velocity of Charlie's steps increased as he moved past the girls and headed for his office. Charlie moved behind his desk and logged onto the computer. The sound of the girls' laughing and whispering made it clear to him that they knew full well about his fetish. While he had had suspected it before, there was no denying it now. Charlie blushed as he held his head and shook it. He laughed to himself when he realized that the girls only seemed to find humor in it. With that realization, Charlie took a deep breath before he decided to refocus on his work. As lunchtime came, Charlie stepped out of his office and walked into Lily's office. He smiled at her as he asked, "Do you want to grab lunch?" "Sure," Lily replied as she saved a document she was working on before she stood up. Lily walked towards Charlie before he asked what she wanted. She left the decision up to her boss before she strolled to his car beside him. After getting into the car, Lily grinned as she said, "Ugh, my hosiery is bunching!" Charlie gave a curious look as he stared down at her legs for a second. He asked, "Are they too big?" "No. They're just a pain." "Why is that?" "It's a hose thing. You wouldn't understand," Lily said with a brief laugh. Charlie gave her a curious look while his manhood stirred at the thought of her hosiery covered legs. Lily sighed as she added, "They're expensive..." "You can buy cheap ones," Charlie rejoined to Lily's raised eyebrows. Lily responded with a shake of her head, "The cheap ones are either too long, or they're too short in the crotch, or they're really scratchy. They make me sweat, and they still run like crazy, even if you spend a fortune on them..." "That's why you wear tights and not pantyhose," Charlie interjected. Lily gave him an inquisitive look while she began to wonder why he knew why the tights she was wearing were more durable than pantyhose. A grin came across her face as she asked, "And how would you know that?" Charlie blushed in response. He shook his head and lied, "I had a girlfriend who worked in fashion." "And you paid her close attention about these sorts of things?" Lily asked, making clear her disbelief. Charlie nodded in reply. Lily shook her head at him, realizing that his interest in hosiery was possibly deeper than she ever imagined. As Charlie parked the car, Lily smirked at the thought that entered her mind. She knew she had to bring it back up, but at the right moment. They exited the car and walked towards the front door of the eatery. Charlie grabbed the door for her and followed her inside. After they ordered, they took their meals over to an open table and sat across from one another. Charlie focused the conversation on work before a young woman walking by in a pair of plaid tights drew his attention. Lily's eyes caught the girl too before she said, "She's a pretty girl." "That's an understatement," Charlie replied with a laugh. "Why don't you go and talk to her?" Lily inquired. "She's way too young for me," Charlie answered with a shake of his head at the thought of trying to flirt with the young girl. Lily crossed her arms before she replied with a smirk, "I didn't know that there was such a thing for men." "At some point, it looks ridiculous," Charlie opined. "Come on, you probably only have 20 years on her," Lily countered. "That's a lot," Charlie said, his eyes fixing on the tabletop as he did so. "She probably doesn't like guys that wear tights either," Lily added with deliberate nonchalance. Charlie's head jerked up towards his underling as he asked, "What was that?" Lily smiled as she said, "You know your way around a pair of tights. I bet she's never been with a guy like that." "That's not what you said," Charlie replied with blushing cheeks, hoping that no one was listening to their conversation. "You know what I said," Lily responded with a laugh. "But why did you say it?" "I took the hints," Lily answered. "You read them wrong," Charlie lied, feeling sick to his stomach that the full extent of his hosiery fetish was being uncovered. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," Lily said as she felt a strange fluttering in her stomach at the thought of her boss wearing hosiery. "I can't help but disagree," Charlie replied with a nervous smile and an uncharacteristic inability to look her in the eye that told Lily that she had hit a nerve with him. She pressed further, "I think it could be hot." "You don't know what you're talking about." "I think I know too much," Lily replied, before she added, "At least from your perspective." Charlie shook his head as Lily worked her foot out of her heels while they continued to eat. She ran her tights covered foot up under Charlie's pant legs and rubbed it across his hairless leg. Charlie's face went white as she stroked him. He feared that she realized that his leg was shaved smooth, even though she gave no hint of it. "Please stop," Charlie said as his manhood hardened. "Why?" Lily replied. Charlie shook his head. "You're enjoying it," Lily responded, sensing his arousal. "We shouldn't be doing this...This isn't professional...," Charlie replied with a tremulous tone. "That's what makes it fun," Lily quipped while she drew her foot away from her blushing boss and put it back into her heeled shoe. Charlie stared at her. He wanted to ask her out, but he knew that it was wrong. He struggled to keep his composure as he continued to eat. Once they finished eating, Lily said, "I need to stop at the bathroom." "Okay," Charlie nodded before he got up and tossed his used wrappers away. Lily smiled as she said, "Can you wait for me by the door?" "Why?" "Because I asked you to," Lily rejoined with a smile. Charlie shrugged as he walked behind her towards the restrooms, thinking, 'This is getting really weird.' Lily stepped into the ladies room, leaving Charlie to wait for her along a wall. Charlie's mind raced as he thought back to the conversation he had with Lily. He hoped that she would keep his confidence. He did not want the other girls realizing that his fetish went further than just enjoying the sight of hosiery on a girl's legs. As the door to the restroom swung open, Charlie caught a smirk on Lily's face. His eyes then darted down to her bare legs and widened. The feeling of her warm tights being shoved into his hands made his manhood swell. Charlie shook his head as she ordered, "Put them on," with a peculiar smile. "No," Charlie replied in a whisper, seeing other people glancing their way, while the tights were obscured by his body and Lily's. "Don't cause a scene," Lily retorted with a smirk before she cooed, "You know you want to. Please put them on for me." Charlie nod with a lump in his throat while he pushed his way through the men's room door. He felt like he was having an out of body experience as he walked towards the bathroom stall, feeling as if he was not in control of his body. Charlie closed the bathroom stall and lowered his pants. His feet slipped out of his shoes and socks before he began roll down his tights. The sound of the bathroom door opening made his stomach sink. He plunged his sock less feet into his shoes as he hoped that the man relieving himself would do his business quickly. As he waited for the man to finish, Charlie finally gave thought to what he was doing, 'What are you doing? You still have time to stop this, now!' The alluring feeling of the tights in his hands that were being used to conceal his erection and Lily's astute observations, however, made him not want to turn back. Charlie decided that he was going to do it. He had wanted to tell someone else for years, but he was always too nervous too. The familiar fears remained, but something about Lily's reaction to her deduction told him that they were misplaced when it came to her. After the man flushed the urinal, Charlie peered through the crack in the door to watch him wash his hands. As he washed off his hands, the man took a second squirt of soap and washed the bubbles clear off his hands again. Charlie sighed and thought, 'What the hell?,' while the man went back for a third squirt of soap and continued to wash his hands. Charlie rolled his head back as the sound of the sink running continued to fill his ears. Every second it ran felt torturous until he heard the sound of the paper towel dispenser being activated. Charlie exhaled deeply as he raised the heels of his feet from his shoes before he heard the man blow his nose. Charlie shook his head before his eyes widened at the sound of the sink running again. The man rewashed his hands in the same drawn out manner as before as Charlie sat cursing the man under his breath and shaking his head. The man soon finished washing his hands and dried them again before he took one last paper towel and exited the bathroom. "Oh, thank God," Charlie muttered to himself before he slid the toes of his feet to the seams of Lily's warm tights. Charlie's member engorged again while he slowly brought the soft tights up his legs. A grin came to his face as he drew them up his legs. The tights felt different from others he had worn as the warmth of Lily's supple body had saturated the silky tights that were encasing his legs. Charlie stood up and pulled the tights over his hardened manhood. Charlie ran his finger across the nylon that was outlining his manhood before he heard the door swing open. Charlie's tights covered rear dropped quickly to the toilet seat as he pulled his feet from the floor, leaving only his conspicuously empty shoes on the floor as proof that someone was in the stall. Charlie felt sick as he listened to the whistling man relieving himself while Charlie hurried to put his socks on his feet. Charlie ceased his efforts as the man went to the sink to wash his hands. Charlie was relieved that the man dawdled far less than the prior man had before the stranger exited the room. Alone again, Charlie reached for his pants and hurried to step into them. He brought them up his legs as he heard the door swing open once more. With his socks and pants on, Charlie felt more at ease as he stepped into his shoes and flushed the toilet behind him for show. Charlie tucked in his shirt before he drew the stall door open and moved towards the sink. Charlie gave the other man in the bathroom a nod. He hoped that the man could not tell what was beneath his pants while they washed their hands next to one another in silence before he stepped out of the bathroom. Charlie walked out of the room, feeling aroused. Lily caught the excitement on Charlie's face. Charlie's cheeks reddened as he realized that she had a good idea of how aroused he was at that moment. "Ready?" Lily asked. Charlie nodded as he followed her out of the eatery and to his car. Charlie got into the driver's seat before Lily asked, "Can I see?" Charlie saw the eagerness in her eyes. It was unlike anything he had seen in her eyes before. Charlie blushed once more as he pulled up the right leg of his pants to give Lily a glimpse of her tights on his legs. Lily smiled at the sight as Charlie started the car. She rubbed his thigh as he started to drive down the street. Charlie was silent as his manhood swelled from the feeling of the silky nylon being rubbed into his legs by Lily's smooth hand. "What are you doing?" Charlie asked after letting her rub him for more than a minute. "That took you long enough," Lily answered with a laugh. "This isn't a good idea," Charlie replied. "What fun thing has ever been a good idea?" "I don't follow that," Charlie answered. "Sometimes you got to live a little," Lily replied. Charlie started to breathe heavily as Lily continued to stroke him. He blushed as he begged, "Please stop." The desperateness in his voice let her know that he might be on the verge of soiling of her tights. She grinned as she pulled her hands away and said, "Only if you let me see you in them tonight." Charlie paused to think it over. He knew that there was chance that they would do something he would regret, but he had silently longed for her long enough. She was making the move. He was certain that there would be no further chances as he said, "Okay." Lily smiled as they continued towards the office. They walked in together and went to their offices. Charlie's eyes searched the girls who clearly realized that Lily was no longer wearing her hosiery. He heard her lie about snagging them and felt a little at ease, even as he wondered if the girls realized that he was wearing them beneath his pants. Despite his certainty that they were fully hidden by his pants and socks, the doubts kept creeping into his mind. The staff filed out of the central office as the workday ended. As usual, the last three in the office were Charlie, Lily and Freddie. Charlie and Lily decide to wait until Freddie left before they would leave for Charlie's home. Once Freddie pulled out of the parking lot, Lily went into Charlie's office and said, "Want to get going?" "Let me just save this," Charlie said before he shutdown his computer. As the machine shut off, Charlie looked up at Lily to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Lily answered with a nod before she added, "We'll just see how things goes." Charlie gave her a nod back before he stood up, feeling her tights stretching on his legs as he did so. Charlie went to his car and drove home, while Lily followed not far behind. After pulling into his garage, Charlie let Lily inside his house and asked, "So, what do we do now?" "You never brought a girl home before?" Lily asked with a grin. "Not like this," Charlie admitted, unsure of what to do under the circumstances. "Why don't you show me around?" Lily responded. "You've been here before." "I don't think you've shown me everything." Charlie nodded, understanding what she wanted to see. Charlie led Lily up the stairs to his bedroom and opened his hosiery drawer. Lily plunged her hands into the drawer and pulled out a few pairs of tights, pantyhose and stockings. She smiled as she asked, "What else do you have?" Charlie gave her a curious look before he asked, "What are you talking about?" "Where are you skirts, dresses, heels, that sort of..." "I don't have anything like that," Charlie replied, aghast at the suggestion. "Oh, come on..." "I'm serious." "You're going to tell me that this is all you wear," Lily asked as she stretched the waistband on a pair of nude pantyhose in front of her boss's face. Charlie gave her a nod, hoping that she missed the pre-cum stain on the crotch of the pantyhose in her hands. Lily shook her head before she asked, "How do you even wear these with your leg hair?" "I don't always have leg hair," Charlie admitted. "You shave?" Lily asked with a laugh. Charlie nodded in response before he clarified, "Only in the winter, spring and fall." "Oh, that's it?" Lily replied, continuing to laugh before she added, "So, no leg hair after labor day?" Charlie squirmed and blushed at Lily's response to his admission. Lily collected herself and asked, "What else do you shave?" "That's it," Charlie replied. "Again? Such half measures," Lily replied with a disappointed shake of her head. "What do you think I should do?" Charlie countered. "I want you to shave your armpits and your chest too." "I could, but..." "It's not summer yet, besides, lots of guys shave their chests for the summer." "But not their armpits," Charlie countered. "It'll grow back," Lily replied. Charlie nodded as the thought of a smooth chest seemed arousing to him at that moment. Lily asked, "Do you have anything to eat in the house?" "I was planning on making some chicken cutlets." "Are they in the fridge?" Charlie nodded before she said, "Well, I'll go make dinner, while you get ready for dessert. Deal?" "What do you mean?" Charlie asked to Lily's raised eyebrows. "Deal," Charlie added with haste in the face of Lily's evident disbelief of missing her signs. Charlie watched Lily walk out of the room in silence. He went into his bathroom while he heard Lily descending the staircase. As the water started coming down over his body, Charlie reached for his razor. He lathered his chest and drew the blades across it. The matted hair looked disgusting on the blades before he cleaned them. Charlie repeated the motion several times until his chest was hairless. The removal of the hair under his armpits took less times before he turned his attention to his legs. While he had shaved them the day before, he felt that another shave was good for them. He also preferred the way his legs felt in pantyhose and tights when he was freshly shaven. After he finished shaving, Charlie turned off the water, toweled off and moisturized his skin. He walked into his bedroom and went over to his hosiery drawer and removed a pair of black tights with a houndstooth pattern. Charlie rolled the tights down and placed his toes inside the tights. The soft, silky feeling of the tights made Charlie's member swell as he brought them over his smooth legs. After he finished unrolling them up his legs, Charlie put on a pair of pants and a shirt and headed down the stairs. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw Lily carrying the dinner to the table. Charlie smiled at the smell before he joined her at the table. Lily grinned at the sight of Charlie's tights covered feet. After having dinner, Charlie and Lily cleaned up the table and retired to the living room. They watched television and talked about their business before Lily asked, "Are we going to..." "What?" Lily raised her eyebrows, almost in disbelief that Charlie had not made a move yet. Charlie smiled as he finally made his move. A kiss on her neck was followed by caressing. They made their way up the stairs and onto Charlie's bed where Charlie worked his manhood free from the top of the tights that had been compressing it. As he finished climaxing, he rolled off Lily and started to panic. His heart was racing as Lily closed her eyes with a contented smile on her face. 'What have I done?' Charlie thought. He had a crush on the girl for years, but he had always made sure to never act on it. It was unprofessional to sleep with an employee, not to mention wrought with legal peril. Charlie felt sick to his stomach as he looked down at the tights he had worn when he slept with her. He had never worn a pair with a girl before. He shook his head, fearing what would happen if Lily told anyone about what had happened. People would have no reason to disbelieve her. Her record of honesty was as good as his and her story went along with the fetish he knew that his employees' knew well enough. "What were you thinking?" Charlie muttered to himself while he closed his eyes, feeling sickened by everything that he had let transpire as he touched his hairless chest. Charlie pushed himself out of bed to pull off the clothing that was offending his masculinity since the sexual thrill of it had been satisfied. Noticing his actions, Lily pushed herself up in the bed and asked, "What are you doing?" Charlie froze as his fingers were under the waistband of his tights that was he was bringing down his thighs. Charlie paused before he answered, "I was just going to clean myself up." "There's no reason for that." "But I feel dirty..." "I make you feel dirty," Lily shouted. "No! I was just talking about...." "Come back to bed." Charlie went to protest, but his knees felt weak. He feared offending Lily and giving her a reason to give him up. The last thing he wanted to do under the circumstances was insult her. Charlie lowered his head and climbed back into bed. He placed his arm around her, feeling guiltier than ever about what he had done. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Charlie and Lily returned to work the next day and tried to act as if nothing happened the night before around the staff. His attempts to pretend that everything was normal, however, raised the suspicions of the girls. Lily tried her best to beat back the divergent rumors filling the office, while she also tried to get Charlie to act normally. Once the weekend came, Lily went back to Charlie's house. Charlie greeted her with a smile as she walked in and told him to drop his pants. Charlie obeyed her order and flashed her the control top of his nude pantyhose. Lily smiled as she said, "Oh, you're wearing the delicate stuff today." "No runs," Charlie said with a sense of pride while he showed off his pantyhose covered legs. Lily gave him an approving nod before she said, "I love the way your legs look in them." "Thanks," Charlie replied. "I want to look at them all weekend." "No complaints about that here." "Good because I don't want you covering them." "Huh?" "I want you to spend all weekend without anything covering those pretty legs." Charlie's mind objected to the request. While it was unlikely, he knew that someone could catch a glimpse of him. He shook his head before Lily placed a kiss on his lips. While he knew he should object, the arousal he felt made him willing to along with Lily's request. Charlie spent the rest of the day walking around the house dressed only in his pair of pantyhose and a long shirt that barely covered his crotch. Charlie kept pulling at the shirt. Throughout the day, Lily teased that the shirt looked like a too short dress. With every raise of his arms, the white cotton gusset of his pantyhose was exposed to Lily's laughter. The feeling of her hands constantly running over his rear or hardened member whenever he exposed himself kept him aroused all day. He wanted a release that night, but Lily told him that she did not want him to ruin their day with an orgasm, given how he acted after the first one had with her. Charlie sulked for a minute before he understood her point. They climbed into bed together and fell asleep with his arm around her and his nylon-covered legs intertwined with her smooth legs. As Sunday morning came and went, Lily stepped out to go shopping while Charlie cleaned up around his home. After Lily came home, she opened her shopping bag and showed him the pair of flats and wedges she had purchased for him. Charlie's manhood swelled as he reached for the quilted, black, faux leather ballet flats with a high-shine accented bow. Lily realized that his earlier dismissal about wearing more girly items was hardly a firm refusal. Still, he gave her a hesitant look before he said, "Are you sure about this?" Lily responded with a nod before he slowly worked his feet into them. Once he finished, Lily squealed, "You look so cute in them." Charlie blushed before he lifted the heels of his feet off the ground and shifted his feet around, unable to disagree with the girl. Not wanting to let him forget about her, Lily smacked his rear. Charlie jumped from the smack. He rubbed his rear, as he whined, "What did you do that for?" "To keep you on your pretty toes," Lily answered before she asked him to help prepare lunch. Charlie followed her into the kitchen as he continued to rub his stinging rear. They made sandwiches together before they settled in the living room to watch a movie. Once dinnertime came, Lily reached for two steaks she had defrosted from his freezer that morning. Charlie smiled and said, "Are we cooking those in here?" "I was thinking that maybe you could barbecue..." Charlie shrugged and said, "Let me put on a pair of pants." "Oh, no pants! That was the deal," Lily replied before briefly touching her tongue to her upper lip. Charlie's eyes widened while he responded, "Oh, no...No..." "Come on. It will be so hot." "I can't...someone could see me..." "Who? This house is setback pretty far...." "Not far enough. This isn't a country house," Charlie retorted. "You can't tell me you wouldn't like it." "I can't do it!" Lily pouted before she said, "All right, let's make a deal." Charlie waited for her to continue before she added, "You can put a pair of pants on, but you leave those shoes on." "I don't know," Charlie replied, feeling less concerned about someone noticing his shoes, although he knew that it was a remote possibility. "Who's going to see your pretty shoes?" Lily asked. "I don't know..." "So, what's the problem?" "Somebody could...you know...and um..." "And what does it matter to you?" "They'll think I'm a sissy!" Charlie rejoined, horrified by the prospect. "The barbecue's going to hide your flats..." Lily replied with a dismissive wave. "When I'm behind it!" Lily shook her head at Charlie's interjection as she added, "So, your feet will be exposed to others for, what, all of 15 steps? Walk fast." "15 steps is a lot!" "Stop being such a little priss!" "I don't want people to think that I'm a priss at all! That's the problem," Charlie retorted. "Okay, how about I walk you to and from the barbeque." "What's that going to do for me?" "It'll screen you from one side. My maxi skirt will totally hide your shoes if you can keep pace with me." "Of course, I can keep pace with you." "So, it's settled," Lily said as she handed him the steaks on a plate. Charlie took the plate and watched her step out the door. She waved her hand towards him to motion for him to follow. Charlie took a deep breath and stepped out the door with her. The feeling of the cool air on the tops of his pantyhose covered feet felt strange while he kept pace with Lily. After they reached the barbeque, Lily turned and headed towards the door. Charlie's eyes got wide as he shrieked, "Where are you going?" "Inside? I told you I'd walk you to and from the barbeque. I didn't say I would stay with you. Only me and you can see your feet, now." "But..." "I'll come back for you when I ready. Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging." Charlie gave her a mortified look that brought a laugh from Lily before she added, "I'll be back, baby. I know you need to hide behind my skirt. It doesn't make you any less of a man." Charlie bit his lip as his manhood hardened in response to Lily's teasing. As she retreated into the home, Charlie turned on the barbecue and put on the steaks. He cooked them until they were medium rare. After pulling the steaks off the grill, he called out to Lily but heard no response. Charlie's stomach sank as he called out again, "Lily?" Silence again met his words. Charlie crossed his flats and pantyhose covered feet as he cursed under his breath. "Lily, can you come out here?" Charlie called out again after a few minutes passed, fearing that his requests were going to draw attention from his neighbors. Lily walked to the backdoor and asked, "What do you need?" "I'm ready." "Okay. Come on in," Lily said. "You have to come...," Charlie replied before trailing off. Lily smiled as she said, "There's like ten minutes left on my show. Just let me finish up, and I'll come and get you." "Lily...," Charlie said in a stern voice as she turned and walked back inside his home. Charlie clenched his eyes as he thought about his options. He could take a minimal risk of exposure or be stuck outside with nothing to do for ten minutes. Charlie shook his head, knowing that Lily was well aware of his hatred of dead time. He could not take not having anything to do. The short distance to the door never seemed greater than ever while he stared at it. The sudden sound of a neighbor in his yard made Charlie's heart race. "Shit," Charlie said to himself, hoping that the man would not say hello to him as he was careful to crouch down to limit his visibility. After ten minutes passed, Lily strolled out the door and asked, "Are you ready?" Charlie shot her a glare before she said, "Do you want to me to turn around and leave you here?" Charlie hung his head as he shook it. Despite the small distance, he had been too cowardly to make the walk before and knew that he would not get the nerve until nightfall. "That's what I thought," Lily said before she moved closer to Charlie. Charlie walked beside her, taking similar sized steps while he used her long dress to hide his bow-adorned shoes. Charlie felt relieved to step inside the home. "Did you have to do that?" Charlie asked as he carried the plate containing the steaks to the table that Lily had set. "I wanted to see if you would come back in by yourself," Lily countered, divvying up the steaks as he did so. "I'm too old for tests," Charlie retorted as he sat down with Lily to share the meal. After they finished eating, they cleared the table and watched television together. A few hours passed before Lily turned off the television and inquired, "You coming to bed?" A smile came to Charlie's raise as he caught Lily's raised eyebrows and followed her towards the stairs. As they paused before the staircase, he caught a glimpse of the wedges that Lily had bought him. Lily walked towards them and took them in her hands. She turned to Charlie and said, "Put these on." Charlie hesitated as he looked at the wedges he took from her hands. He shook his head and said, "This isn't really my thing." "Well...what is your thing?" "I'm just into hosiery," Charlie truthfully admitted, never having worn another article of women's attire before that day. "So, you just like the feeling?" Lily teased. Charlie responded with a slow nod as he held the wedges out in front of him. Lily smirked as she added, "Well, we're going to see if you're going to like these too." The excited tone of in her voice made Charlie ask, "Why do you want me to put them on?" "Because I think it's sexy!" Charlie stared vacantly at her as his heart started to beat faster. Lily moved closer to him and stroked his sides before she ran her hand under his tights and clasped his hardened manhood. "Don't you want to be sexy for me?" She cooed. With blushing cheeks, Charlie nodded at Lily. Lily smiled as she took the shoes from Charlie and told him to raise one foot. Charlie felt his stomach tingling as he lifted his right foot and stepped into the black shoe with a four-inch, faux cork wedge heel. Charlie pressed his foot down in the shoe and felt the unnatural arch of his foot. It was an unusual position for his foot, but not one that seemed that difficult to support. Lily secured the buckle on the side of right foot before she had him raise the other foot. Charlie stepped into the left shoe before Lily buckled it in place as well. "Take a few steps for me," Lily said as she looked up at Charlie before standing up herself. Charlie hesitated before he moved his right foot forward and followed it with his left. Lily smiled at him as she said, "See, it's not that hard!" Charlie was surprised before Lily reminded him, "There's no true heel on it, so you're landing your feet all at once. It makes them so much easier to walk in." Charlie nodded before he said, "Yes, but heels are prettier." "That's true! Do you want me to get you a pair?" Lily asked with a grin. Charlie responded with a hasty shake of his head. "That's what I thought," Lily replied before she inquired, "Do you like your new viewpoint?" "It's fun to feel tall for a change," Charlie replied with a grin. While not short at 5'8," he was not tall either. The extra inches provided by the wedges gave him a slightly different perspective as he looked down at his 5'6" girlfriend. Given their normal footwear, he had could never remember a seemingly bigger height difference between them. Most times he had seen her, Lily had been wearing heels or wedges that evened out their apparent height or made her appear slightly taller than he was. "Why doesn't my big man take me?" "I can do that," Charlie teased with a grin while he began to follow Lily. Lily then started running. Charlie could not keep pace with his barefoot girlfriend, nearly stumbling in his perched shoes as he struggled to do so. "No fair," Charlie yelled as Lily kept ahead of him, turning back to laugh at each faulty step he took. "Can't catch me?" "You want me to take off these shoes?" Charlie threatened. "Oh, but then you can't take me," Lily replied. "What's that?" "If you want to fuck me, you got to walk the walk." "In wedges?" "In your wedges, baby. There's a price to everything, and that's the price...today," Lily replied before she rushed up the stairs, pausing halfway to ensure that Charlie pursued her. Charlie started up the stairs behind her in careful steps. Lily teased him further his cautious ascent while she rested atop the staircase. Once Charlie approached the top, she rushed to his bedroom. Charlie hurried behind her and tripped as the wood floor of the hallway transitioned to the carpet of his bedroom. Catching himself on the wall, Charlie turned to see Lily laughing at his stumble. "How about a little sympathy?" Charlie groused. "Very graceful!" "It's my first time," Charlie countered Lily's retort. "So, you really are a virgin?" Lily rejoined. Charlie blushed at Lily's choice of words before he said, "I think you know that I'm not." Lily grinned as she dropped her pants. Charlie went to reach for his wedges, but Lily stopped him, "No, I want you to wear them." "Oh, come on. Do I have to?" "That's the price," Lily replied with a nod before he got into bed with her. Charlie took the lead with her as he did the first time. It was only the perch of his feet that made it feel any different from the prior time he slept with her. As he climaxed, a wave of guilt washed over Charlie again. He clenched his eyes as he felt the wedges on his feet and the pantyhose on his legs that were damped by the cum seeping from his manhood. Lily grinned as she reached for his pantyhose and pulled top over his member. She pressed his member against the fabric, rubbing it through it as she made sure Charlie's hosiery was thoroughly soiled by his cum. Not wanting a repeat of their first time together, she rolled her head onto his chest and said goodnight to him. Charlie stared at her closed eyes with a slack jaw. He wanted to climb out of the bed and slink over to the bathroom to clean himself up. He felt disgusting and humiliated at what he had done and how he looked at that moment. It was only his fear of offending or disturbing her that kept him beneath the covers. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Charlie awoke early the next morning. Despite the mess in his soiled hosiery, Charlie was aroused by Lily's presence and what had happened the night before. After sharing a shower together, Lily went home to get ready for work. She kissed him on her way out the door and said, "Forgive me if I'm a little late." "Don't worry," was all Charlie could reply with a smile. Charlie got ready for work as he normally did after putting on the brown, opaque tights he was wearing beneath his brown, pinstriped suit at Lily's insistence. Charlie put his tights covered feet into a pair of brown leather shoes and headed for the door. He drove to the office and greeted everyone warmly. He acted as if nothing was different as he made his way to his office, feeling his tights stretch on his legs with every step. While Charlie felt confident that the tights would go undetected by his staff, given his prior experience, he had a hard time keeping himself from rubbing them through his pants as he thought about his time with Lily. He was constantly aroused by the combination of the sensations and memories throughout the day. Lily could sense his arousal and played with it. She flirted with him every chance she had to force Charlie's manhood to strain against his tights throughout the day to the point that Charlie knew he was leaking pre-cum into them. Once the workday came to an end, Lily went over to Charlie's home again. After having dinner together, Lily scrunched her face as she looked over at Charlie. "What's wrong?" "Your eyebrows are a little bushy." "Yah...so..." "Don't you ever wonder how you'd look if we trimmed them back a little?" "Not really," Charlie replied. Lily shook her head and said, "That's such a man answer." "Well, I guess I'm guilty of that I suppose," Charlie responded as he dried the pan that Lily had cleaned. "I think you should let me clean them up a little." "Are you nuts?" "No. It won't be that noticeable." "That can't be true," Charlie countered Lily's self-assured answer. "Men get a little manscaping all the time now." "Is that a term of art?" "I think so," Lily replied before she added, "I think it'll make a big difference." "For what?" "Looking more the part when you're in your tights." "I'm not trying to look like a girl," Charlie retorted. "But you're not trying to look like a boy," Lily countered. "No," Charlie admitted before Lily said, "So, why not try to look a little more in between." "What is in between a boy and a girl?" Charlie asked, confused by the possibility of an answer existing. "Let's find out," Lily said with a grin while she stood up straight. In the face of her eagerness, and his desire to have a repeat of their prior nights together, Charlie relented. He followed her into the bathroom. Lily searched through the drawers until she found his tweezers. "Is this going to hurt?" Charlie inquired. "You might feel a little pinch, but it's nothing," Lily answered as she pushed on Charlie's shoulders so that he would sit down on the toilet lid. Charlie cringed as Lily approached his head with the tweezers. The first pull result in no pain. Lily smiled as she showed him the hairs and asked, "Now, did that hurt?" "Not at all," Charlie replied, surprised by the fact. "Good, now, hold still," Lily said as she continued to pluck at his eyebrows. "Be careful," Charlie said. "I'm always careful," Lily replied as she continued to pluck at his eyebrows. Finishing, she smiled and said, "Looking good." "Let me see," Charlie said as he got to his feet. "Oh, shit!" "What?" Lily asked. "Are you kidding me?" "What?" "This is noticeable!" "So, what?" "You said it wouldn't be!" "I didn't say that." "You implied it," Charlie retorted. "I didn't imply that all. You can still pass for a guy." "Pass for a guy? I am a guy." "I think you look good." "Oh, my God, the girls are going to have a field day over this!" "Let them. Go with it. It'll be fun." "Is that why you did this?" Charlie asked while he ran his finger along his thinned eyebrows. "No. I told you, I think you look good like this," Lily answered as she rubbed his manhood through his tights. Charlie shook his head at the twitch between his legs before they stepped out of the bathroom and went to watch television. They turned into bed together before Lily left in the morning to get a change of clothes for work. Charlie dreaded what the girls at his office would say when they saw his eyebrows. Despite his efforts not to think about it, thoughts about it kept creeping into his mind while he drove to work. He walked through the front door of his office building and saw the receptionist's eyes rise from her computer screen to greet him. She squinted as he walked in and shook her head. "What did you do to your eyebrows?" Claire asked, breaking her silence. "I just gave them a little trim," Charlie answered. "A little?" "Maybe a little too much," Charlie admitted. Claire laughed as she replied, "You keep it up and Freddie will get the design crew to make up a tombstone for your masculinity." Charlie cringed as he heard Jocelyn and Freddie laughing at Claire's joke, fearing that it cut far too close to the truth. Charlie shook his head and asked, "Are you girls ease dropping?" "Never," Jocelyn replied. "I'm so sure," Charlie responded with a shake of his head, uneasy at being the source of their amusement. Charlie walked past the amused girls, feeling his tights pull with every step he took. The soft and silky feelings on his legs only further served to remind him why he had allowed his eyebrows to be noticeably thinned. He sat down at his desk and started to work. The feelings on his legs distracted him less than they did the first day, however, the sound of the girls laughing amongst themselves kept drawing Charlie's attention. He was unable to keep from fretting over whether each laugh was about him. Lily walked into his office and asked if he wanted to grab lunch. Wanting to get out of the office to talk about what she had done to him, Charlie wasted little in agreeing. They exited the office together before they got into Charlie's car. As Charlie started driving, he began to complain about how she trimmed and shaped his eyebrows. "It's not that bad." "The girls could tell." "Of course they could tell. Your eyebrows were so unkempt, any cleanup would be noticeable." "They look like girls eyebrows," Charlie protested. Lily laughed as she said, "Look at my arches, your eyebrows are not even shaped." Charlie's eyes peered into the rearview mirror. As he glanced at them, he was certain that she was right. His eyebrows were not thin arches like hers, however, they still reminded him of some girls that kept their eyebrows thicker. "You've got power eyebrows," Lily joked. "Very funny." "No, I'm serious. They kind of looked a little Colin Farrell...y, now, they got this broad power to them." "You think so," Charlie asked, feeling more confident about his thinned and shaped brows while he contemplated Lily's comforting claims. "I know it," Lily answered. Charlie nodded, eager to believe that her claims were true before he pulled into the parking lot of a local eatery. After sharing lunch and returning to the office, Charlie and Lily went back to work. They worked into the evening as they waited for the other girls to leave before them again. As Freddie left for the evening, Lily walked into his office and said, "Are you ready to get going?" "I got some work to do," Charlie replied. Surprised by his curt tone, Lily asked, "What's wrong?" "All the girls were making fun of me today." "They were just having fun." "At my expense!" "So, what? Did it really hurt you?" Charlie shook his head before Lily said, "I was thinking that maybe we could take it a little farther tonight." "We've already taken it a lot farther than I ever wanted to go," Charlie rejoined. "I wasn't talking about something you can't hide. I got this great blouse for you." "Blouse?" "Yes." "I'm not wearing a blouse." "Why? It's just like a shirt." "I...I don't have time to talk about this," Charlie said. "Do you want me to wait for you?" "No. We'll talk tomorrow," Charlie answered. "Okay, we'll talk about it tomorrow," Lily replied before she left him by himself, not bothering to hide being irked by his decision. Charlie groused as she left the office. He completed what he was working on and went home for the evening. Charlie was disappointed to spend the evening alone. There was nothing much for him to do after he cooked and ate his dinner. He stripped down to the tights he had worn beneath his pants that day and went to the couch. He rubbed his legs through it, enjoying the feeling as he always did. He shook his head while he thought about what he could be doing if Lily was there with him. The more thought he gave the subject as he stroked himself, it made little sense to fight about wearing a blouse. She had already seen him in tights, so, he figured, what difference could it make in her perception of him. The next day, Charlie returned to the office and greeted his coworkers. He felt awkward around Lily throughout the day. As the end of the day came, he approached Lily and said, "Can I speak to you?" "You're the boss," she replied, flashing him a faint smile in the process. Charlie gave her a smile back before he said, "I'm sorry if I overreacted yesterday." "Water under the bridge," she replied. "Thanks," Charlie responded with a grin before he said, "I shouldn't have gone that crazy over it." Lily responded with a nod as Charlie then added, "It's not like it's that different from this." Lily eyes dropped down to the waistband of the pantyhose that Charlie was exposing for her. She giggled and said, "It's definitely no more girly than that." Charlie nodded in reply, blushing at the way he exposed himself to Lily. Lily smirked at it as she replied, "So, are you ready to try on the blouse?" "Do you have it?" Lily nodded to affirm she still had the garment. "I'll wear it," Charlie replied with a nod of his own. Lily smiled as she turned and told Charlie that she would get the top for him. "Woo...what's the rush?" "You said you'd wear it?" Lily rejoined. "I meant at home." "Why not wear it home?" "What if someone sees me?" "It's not that obvious, and we can hide it beneath your coat. It'll be fine." "That's what you said about my eyebrows." "This is completely different. It's something you can just takeoff if you're uncomfortable," Lily counseled. Charlie looked down at the floor as he pondered her response. He figured that she was right and might get better treatment from her for going along with her request. After laughing a little to himself, Charlie said, "Fine, go get my blouse." "Right away, Sir," Lily replied with chipper mock subservience that made Charlie's member stir. Charlie grew anxious as he waited for Lily to return. He was unsure if he was going to be able to go through with it. As Lily returned to his office, Charlie's eyes fixated on the cream/grey plaid colored top she had bought him. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief as he looked the collared blouse over. It almost looked like a men's shirt to him. "I can wear that," Charlie said with a nod. "See! I told you were complaining about nothing." Charlie nodded as he said, "I'm sorry." Lily beamed as she held the blouse out for him. Charlie undid his buttons before he slid his arms into the long-sleeved, lady's top. His eyes widened as he felt the soft fabric of the top that contrasted with his dress shirt. Lily buttoned the shirt for him. It was only the different side of the buttons and the feeling of the fabric that made Charlie realize that it was a girl's top. As Charlie put his suit jacket over the top, Lily said, "Not bad right." "It's nice. It's not what I expected." "Did you want something lacey?" Lily inquired with a laugh. Charlie shook his head with blushing cheeks and said, "No...this is more than enough." "We'll see," Lily replied with a raised eyebrow before she asked if he wanted to go out for dinner. Charlie decided to take her up on the suggestion. They went out to dinner and ate without issue. After they reached Charlie's home, Lily pulled a bag out of her car. As Charlie let her into his home, he asked, "What's in the bag?" "A second blouse," Lily answered. "Is it a little more girly than this?" Lily nodded in reply to Charlie's question. Charlie shook his head as he replied, "I don't know about this, Lily," while she pulled the top out of the bag. "Just try it on. I promise that you'll like it," Lily replied. Charlie hesitated as he took the soft blouse in his hands, instantly enjoying the feeling of the fabric. Lily shook her head as she said, "What are you waiting for? It's just the two of us?" The eagerness in her eyes to see him in the top seemed overwhelming to Charlie. He did not want to let her down and the feeling in his hands seemed intoxicating to him. Charlie took off his jacket and shoes. After fumbling with the buttons of his collared top, Charlie pulled the stretch-knit, black top over his head. He grinned at the soft, sleek fabric that was dragging across his arms as they made their way through the three-quarter length sleeves. Lily grinned as she pulled the top down to his waist. She adjusted its boat neckline before turning her attention to the top's V-back that was leaving a little chill on Charlie's shoulders. Charlie loved the soft feeling on his smoothened skin despite the chill running through him. Lily saw him shiver and stepped closer to him. She ran her hands down his sides before she dropped his pants to the floor. Working his legs free of his pants, Charlie stood dressed only in his tights and girls' top while Lily began to caress every inch of his body. Charlie moaned at the feelings of the feminine clothing that were accompanying every stroke and kiss he received from her. Lily could sense that she was making him want it more with her every movement and wiggle. As she freed his member, she knew that she was going to make him crave his continued feminization by tying it in his mind to his every erection and orgasm. Lily was certain that she would mold him into the girly boy she wanted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Charlie dressed the next morning in a suit with his regular shirt and tie. The shirt felt rough by comparison to the soft top that he had slept in the night before. He futilely tugged at the shirt, trying to make it more comfortable before he headed off to work. The feeling of the garment perturbed Charlie throughout the day. It was only the feeling of the soft, black, cable knit tights on his legs that made him feel comfortable as he worked. He wiggled his toes and stretched his legs to stir the sensations that brought smiles to his face each time. Lily joined him for lunch at a local eatery. As they ate, Charlie said, "I never realized how much more comfortable women's shirts are." Lily laughed before she replied, "Why don't we get you a couple then?" "Can you pick me up some?" Charlie asked. Lily shook her head as she said, "I would rather go shopping with you for them." "I don't know about that." "Why not?" Lily asked while she placed her hands on his. Charlie shook his head as he said, "I don't want people to stare and..." "You need to get over that. We need to figure out what's your style." "My style?" "Yes, you know, princess, diva, girl next store, goth, country girl..." "Why not all the above?" Charlie joked with blushing jokes. "Because that would make you Madonna!" "Hard pass on that one," Charlie responded with a shake of his head while he got to his feet. After work, Charlie tailed Lily to the store she wanted to shop at before he walked inside beside her. Lily led her boyfriend through the ladies' department and began to show him through racks of tops, sweaters and blouses. Charlie nodded at each garment as Lily discussed their varying merits in her opinion. Charlie largely seconded her opinions while they collected collared girls tops that were not obviously feminine. Lily picked a few more tops for their intimate moments. The obvious design to enhance the wearer's apparent femininity made Charlie uncomfortable, even though he was sure that he would be more physically comfortable in them than anything else he owned. As they finished selecting tops, Lily's eyes were caught by a rack of skirts. She walked over and said, "What do you think of this one?" Charlie stared at the skirt and said, "It'll look great on you." Lily shook her head with a grin as she whispered, "I was thinking for you." Charlie's eyes widened as he shook his head. He decided to put his foot down. Trying to ignore the sensations of the tights on his legs, Charlie replied in a low, but forceful tone, "That's where I draw the line! I'm not a girl. I'm not wearing a skirt!" Lily gave him a vacant look. After a shake of her head, she nodded in reply. There was a look of incredulity in her eyes that Charlie recognized. Despite that, however, she did not say a word against his declaration and did not push any further. They walked over to the cashier and Charlie paid the bill for the tops. The cashier praised Lily's selections. Charlie was happy that Lily did nothing to correct the girl's erroneous conclusion that the tops were for her. After packing the bags away in Charlie's car, Charlie and Lily went back to his home. Like the night before, Lily got Charlie down to his tights and a girl's top before she let him make love to her. She made him wrap his tights covered legs around her as he entered her. He could almost see a look of triumph on her face as he again made the concession in order to have her for himself once more. The next morning, Charlie walked into work wearing the white, collared blouse that Lily had selected for him the night before. She had told him that it was unisexual enough in appearance to not draw much attention. Charlie hoped she was right. He kept his arms to his sides before he raised one hand to wave hello to Claire. Claire greeted him with her usual chipper tone before he made his way past reception. Freddie and Jocelyn were already in the office as well. They both greeted him with their typical warmth. "Charlie," Freddie said, stopping Charlie dead in his tracks. "Yes," Charlie replied while he looked at the look on the girl's face. Charlie's heart fluttered, certain in that moment that she had noticed something amiss about his top. Freddie smiled as she said, "I noticed something about your eyebrows." "You mean my power brows," Charlie replied with a smirk. "Power brows?" Jocelyn interjected. "Yes, they're broad and powerful. They convey that," Charlie replied, using his girlfriend's explanation. "Okay," Jocelyn replied, struggling not to laugh at the claim. Freddie bit her tongue to keep herself from laughing too before she said, "I finally realized where I'd seen them before." "Where?" Charlie asked, feeling a bit nervous of the comparison to follow. "They're like Audrey Hepburn's." "What?" Charlie responded in an unusually high tone that made the girls laugh. "No. I'm serious! Look," Freddie said through laughs as she brought up a picture of Audrey Hepburn's face. "I don't look like that," Charlie protested, feeling weak in his knees. "Of course you don't. Nobody here's that blessed," Freddie replied before she added, "I just mean the eyebrows. It's like the same thickness and shape." "No. No," Charlie replied with a shake of his head before he retreated into his office and tried to steal a glimpse of his eyebrows in his darkened monitor screen. He shook his head as he began to see the similarity in the pattern. Not long after, Lily walked by his door. He called out to her before he told her to close the door. Lily looked at Charlie before he asked in a hushed voice, "Are you trying to make me look like Audrey Hepburn?" "What?" Lily inquired for clarification with a laugh. "Did you?" "How could I? You don't look anything alike!" "What about my eyebrows?" "I was just clean them up..." "So, this is just a coincidence?" Charlie retorted as he turned his monitor to show her a picture of the actress. "Oh, so you're Googling other girls, now," Lily responded before adding, "Well, I suppose I don't have a problem if she's dead." "Freddie pointed this out," Charlie rejoined at his tapped on the late actress's eyebrows. "I don't see it." "Really?" "Charlie, I've seen, like, two of her movies. Do you think I was trimming your eyebrows and thinking that I want my boyfriend to look Audrey Hepburn?" Charlie mulled it over and shook his head. Lily nodded as she said, "Of course not. Besides, if I was going for a Hepburn, Katharine would be a lot more achievable for you...and she also insisted on wearing pants." Charlie gave her a confused look before Lily replied, "I'm just kidding Charlie." "Are you?" Charlie inquired with some noticeable concern in his tone. Lily nodded again before she said, "Don't let things like this get to you." "I guess your right." "I got to get started on something. I'll see you at lunch?" Charlie nodded before Lily stepped out of his office to start her workday. To his relief, Charlie worked the rest of the day without another comment being directed at his eyebrows and nothing being said about his top. After getting home and sharing a dinner they picked upon the way, Lily had Charlie strip down again to his tights. She replaced his white collared top with an embroidered, white blouse made of crinkled georgette with scalloped trim. Charlie moved his arms through the short sleeves and adjusted the scoop neckline. Charlie grinned as he twisted his torso in the soft top. Lily's hands began to caress him before they pulled off him. Charlie's eyes widened as he felt a sense of disappointment and desperation over her failure to continue. Lily smiled as she said, "I've got something to make this extra special." "What?" Charlie asked in a pleading tone that let Lily know that she had all the power in their relationship at that moment of Charlie's weakness. Lily paused to walk out of his home half dressed before returning with a shopping bag in her hand. Charlie's heart raced as he waited for her to return. Charlie clenched his eyes sure that whatever she had for him would be a step too far. When Lily produced the black, lace and crochet skirt from the bag, his stomach sank. He shook his head and said, "Please. I told you that I don't want to wear skirts." "Because they're too girly?" Lily kidded. Charlie nodded before Lily added, "You should be happy with it. I was thinking about getting you a recreation of Molly Ringwald's dress from 16 Candles so that I could play Jake for once, but I thought it would be too much." "Way too much!" Charlie responded to confirm her opinion with a nod. Lily laughed before she said, "So, don't wait for me to reconsider it?" Charlie shook his head again as he said, "What part of no don't you understand?" Lily gave a playful pout in reply as Charlie continued to stand motionless in the presence of the skirt she had gotten for him. "Oh, come on. It would make me so hot," Lily replied as she breathed hot air on his neck, hoping that he could not continue to resist her in his desperately horny state. Charlie shook his head, trying to fight back his urge to give her anything she wanted to let him make love to her again. Lily kissed his neck before she told him to raise his feet. Charlie trembled as Lily bent down in front of him. Her soft, small hands ran down his tights covered legs as she knelt down. Charlie let out a slight moan before he looked down at her. Charlie clenched his eyes as he thought, 'Just let her have this one.' Charlie then raised one tentative leg after the other. Lily pulled the skirt back up to his waist, careful to rub her hands against his legs the entire way up, forcing the tulle trim of his hem against his tights covered legs in the process. After fastening the rear zipper of the skirt on him, she reached under his skirt to briefly rub his manhood. Charlie sucked his lips into his mouth before Lily placed a kiss on them. "Lily, I need you...." "Just one more thing," Lily said with a grin. "What?" Charlie asked, ready to cry out of frustration. "I got you shoes for the occasion." "Shoes? We don't need shoes again," Charlie replied, clutching Lily. Lily freed herself and pulled out a pair of patent leather, pointed toe pumps out of his bag. "They're pink," Charlie said, ag