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It Started With A Skirt... free porn video
It started with a skirt.
It had been a hard week at work and my girlfriend, Rita, had been doing
quite a bit of freelance work and had not been able to keep up with the
housework at home. The laundry basket was overflowing and the washing
up was piled up on the sink. The washing had also been on the clothes
airer for the last three or four days and there was a pile of clothes
waiting next to the ironing board.
We had a fairly traditional relationship. I was the breadwinner and
Rita was the housewife, save that these days we were struggling to make
ends meet and Rita was going out to work a lot more than she used to.
I tried to help round the house a bit and would do the washing up and
empty the bins but having a demanding job it meant that I was tired and
did not have the time, inclination or energy to do much more round the
house than that.
It was Friday night. I had just taken off my suit and I was lying on
our bed in my boxer shorts and teeshirt. Sensing that Rita was tired
and fairly pissed off I decided I would try to spend the weekend with
her doing things she wanted to do. I decided I would start by going to
Pilates with her. I needed to do something about my beer gut and Rita
had been on at me for ages to try Pilates. I had felt Pilates was
rather a Ladies thing but I thought it would make Rita happy if I joined
her so I had looked up what I needed to bring with me on the studio's
website.
The website explained that the studio was owned by a Muslim lady called
Amber. She had two receptionists, Jessenia and Latifah. There was a
cute picture of one of the Male students called Steve next to a woman
called Nasrullah who was one of the female students there. Nasrullah
was dressed as a playboy bunny. She was wearing white bunny ears, a
white collar and cuffs, a shiny black leotard, seamed black pantyhose
and black patent stilettos. It wasn't often I had had the chance to see
a woman dressed so sexily.
I was staring at Nasrullah when I noticed Rita behind me in a black
leather miniskirt.
"That's a beautiful skirt, Rita," I said trying to hide the picture of
Nasrullah I had been looking at and pretend I only had eyes for her.
"You want to wear it, Beau?"
I can't explain why at that point I blushed, but it was enough for Rita
to conclude that I did. In truth it was probably that she had caught me
looking at Nasrullah in her playboy bunny costume.
"Oh, she's blushing!" said Rita excitedly unzipping her miniskirt
revealing her black wetlook pvc panties and fishnet stockings and
suspenders and throwing her miniskirt over to me..
I knew I was expected to put it on but I was staring at Rita's panties.
Rita saw that I was looking at her and opened up her drawer and threw
another pair of wetlook panties, a suspender belt and a packet of
fishnet stockings my way too.
She was obviously expecting me to wear the lingerie she had just thrown
my way too.
I had to think of something fast.
Rita was somewhat smaller than me.
"It won't fit me," I said confidently.
"Want to bet?" Rita replied. "If it fits you, you have to let me paint
your toe nails bright red too. If it doesn't I won't ask you again and
I will dress as a French Maid whilst I do the housework. Deal?"
I was confident that her clothes wouldn't fit me but I added, "Only if
it all fits me."
"Ok, try it on."
So I picked up the suspender belt and wrapped it round myself. I
noticed to my disappointment that I could hook it up.
"You look so cute in your first suspender belt, Beau," Rita giggled.
"What fits you, you have to keep on until bedtime."
"Ok," I said thinking she had just got lucky with her suspenders.
Next she had me put on the new pair of fishnet stockings. I had never
worn stockings or any other form of hosiery before and was surprised
with the holes in them how warm it felt. I was starting to get nervous
now as it was clear to me that I was going to, at least be wearing
stockings and suspenders for the rest of the evening.
Next I was told I had to remove my boxer shorts and try on the panties
but tuck my penis between my legs as I did so.
Her panties fit me too.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
"We look identical from the waist down, don't we Bea?" Rita giggled.
"What's with the girly name?" I replied.
"You are dressed like a girl from the waist down and you have to ask?"
Rita replied. "Now try on your skirt."
"My skirt? It's your skirt," I replied defiantly but starting now to
get really scared. I stepped into the skirt and zipped it up.
Oh my god! It fit.
"Take off your stockings, Bea, and let me paint your toes," Said Rita
filming me on her phone. A bet was a bet and I had lost but I didn't
see why she had to film me.
"Stop filming," I begged her.
"I'll stop filming when you take off your stockings."
I rolled my stockings off and sat on the edge of the bed as Rita painted
my toes. After the polish had dried I was told to put my stockings back
on.
I hooked them up and looked down at the lower half of my body. It
looked like one of those children's match up books I used to play with
as a child. You know the ones where you could play around with a
combination of clothes that the character wore for the upper and lower
body and where you could change the face of the character?
Where was this evening heading? I thought to myself as I noticed how the
skirt restricted my movement... I was feeling, how could I describe
this? Sexy...
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