Date Night 2 - A Date Weekend free porn video

A DATE WEEKEND After our successful first date, Hannah and I kept in regular contact via email. True to her word, Hannah tried to set up a second date for us to go for a meal together on her side of London for a few weeks hence. However, as so often happens when you are trying to set a date for something you would really like to do, it proved impossible to match diaries. Although we tried juggling other commitments, we just couldn't find a suitable evening that we could both make. In the end, in desperation, Hannah came up with a different idea. "Let's stop trying to get together this month," she said, "and instead look somewhat further ahead -- say April or May. I own a cottage in Kent, and I would love to invite you down for the weekend." (I knew from what she had told me during our first date that Hannah lives in South East London but hadn't been aware she also had a pad in the country.) "My cottage isn't far from Canterbury," Hannah continued, "but it is well off the beaten track and is a lovely location for dressing, with very little risk of being seen. Why don't we both take some holiday leave and have a long weekend there?" That sounded delightful, and I told Hannah so. This far ahead of time we were able to agree a date in May when we could both manage to take time off from our respective jobs. "Right," said Hannah firmly, "tomorrow we both book leave for that Friday and Monday. That will get the dates fixed in our diaries. We can sort out the precise details nearer the time." With that we logged off. I was, at the same time, both excited and a bit nervous. At the end of our previous meeting, Hannah and I had shared a long and enthusiastic snog. Now I consider myself 'straight' and had never kissed a man before that. However, as I convinced myself at the time, I viewed Hannah not as a man but as a woman. In the same vein, however, I had to think of myself as a woman also. Did that make the two of us 'lesbians'? I didn't know; it was all too confusing! What is different now however was that I will be committing myself to spending a weekend alone with Hannah in her remote cottage. What if she expects us to have sex? I didn't dare ask her for fear of offending -- (either because she did, or because she didn't!); either way, by raising the subject I would risk spoiling a promising new friendship. So in the end I took the easy way out and said nothing, parking the problem for later in the 'too difficult for now' pile! In spite of my reservations, I did indeed book the two days leave the following morning. (I am a copywriter for an advertising agency. They seem to think no one ever needs time off. "That's rather inconvenient," my boss muttered when I asked him. "We may well be working on the new chocolate promotion then." I stood my ground and eventually, grumbling, he agreed to my request.) I emailed Hannah and told her I had the dates reserved. She confirmed that she had also arranged the time off. So our 'date weekend' was on! As the weekend drew nearer, we started to discuss what we might do. We both agreed straight off that we would be 'en femme' for the whole weekend. Neither of us wanted to know about other's 'male side'. As far as we are concerned it is 'Hannah' and 'Caroline'; whoever else we might be at other times is irrelevant to our friendship. "It would be good if you could find a way to arrive at the cottage already dressed," Hannah said. "I know that could present you with a bit of a problem but view it as a challenge!" Well, that was a bit of an understatement, I have never risked leaving home in the daytime dressed as Caroline for fear of being 'outed' to my neighbours. I would have to give this some thought. "I would like to entertain you properly on your first evening," Hannah continued. "I guess neither of us gets too many opportunities to get really glammed up, so make sure you bring at least one formal party dress. In fact there is a picture of you wearing just the right outfit on your Flickr page. I would love it if you wore that." She then when on to describe the outfit in question; it was a black velvet, knee-length dress and a pretty little jacket. In fact it was one of my favourite outfits, although I had only had the opportunity to wear it a couple of times. Hannah's suggestion fired my imagination. "If I am to be in black," I responded, "why don't you dress all in white? That would make a wonderful contrast." "Not a bad idea" replied Hannah, "but I have already chosen my outfit. It will be black also. I fancy the idea of us sitting at the dining table like two 'Black Widows'!" Well, it is to be her party so I can hardly challenge her. "But we have the whole weekend to try out different outfits," Hannah continued, so bring at least one other party frock so we can surprise each other." That sounds fun. "Then bring a day dress in case we feel like going into town, and something a bit raunchy as well. There is a fabulous t-girl club in Canterbury I would love to take you to. Oh, and finally, you had better throw in something casual like jeans as it can get a bit muddy around the cottage." So we now had an outline plan that provided opportunities for a variety of dressing styles; pure 'girl heaven'! We agreed I would aim to arrive at the cottage around 3:00pm on the Friday afternoon. "I'll go down after work on Thursday," Hannah told me, "and that will give me enough time on Friday morning to get the cottage set up and ready for your arrival. I'm so excited, aren't you?" I confessed I was, indeed, very excited and really looking forward to our weekend of adventure. After wracking my brains, I eventually came up with a way whereby I could arrive at Hannah's place as 'Caroline' whilst leaving home as my male self. I booked a room for the Friday night in the Travelodge Central in Canterbury in my 'real' name. Of course I had no intention of spending the night there, but the advantage of staying at a Travelodge is that, having paid upfront, there is no issue of checking out and you can come and go as you please. I could arrive as a man lunchtime Friday and depart a couple of hours later as 'Caroline'; a perfect solution! At long last the due day arrived. On the Thursday evening I packed my larger suitcase with all the outfits and accessories I thought 'Caroline' would need over the weekend. In a separate small wheelie case I packed the outfit I intended to wear to arrive at Hannah's. I went to bed that night so excited it took ages for me to fall asleep. The following morning I shaved and showered carefully, using Nair to ensure I was free of any unsightly body hair. Having patted myself dry and revelled in the softness of my hair-free body, I applied a liberal dusting of a floral-scented talc before getting dressed. Whilst there was no need for me to 'underdress' this morning, I couldn't resist slipping on a pair of pretty nylon panties under my masculine trousers. Apart from the knickers, the rest of my clothing was male. I wheeled my two cases out to the car and loaded them into the boot. I was just about to drive off when one of my neighbours walked by. "Off for a few days are you?" he enquired in a friendly fashion. "Just visiting a friend in Kent for the weekend," I replied. "I'll be back on Monday. Can you keep an eye out for the postman? I am expecting a parcel and if you see him, maybe you could take it in for me." "Of course," he replied and waved as I drove away. Phew, am I glad I didn't try to sneak out dressed! It took me a couple of hours to drive round the M25 and then down to Canterbury. I pulled up outside the Travelodge at a quarter to twelve; perfect timing. Taking my small case out of the boot, I collected my room key and took the lift up to the first floor. This was IT, the moment of commitment. I quickly took my chosen outfit from the case, stripped off my boring male clothes and started to change. First off I took my makeup kit into the bathroom and applied my war paint. I was after a sophisticated, daytime look, which I think I achieved successfully. Returning to the bedroom I painted both my toe and fingernails in a pretty pink shade. After the varnish had dried, I fastened my corset and tightened the laces until I had the semblance of a female waist. I clipped a suspender belt over the corset and rolled fifteen denier stockings up my lags, taking care to avoid any runs. (I love the rasp of nylon on nylon as I cross my legs!) Then the usual struggle to reach the clasps of my bra behind my back. (I take a perverse pride in putting my bra on that way round, rather than fastening it in the front and then pulling it round.) With the insertion of my breast forms and some tugging of my chest flesh, I achieve a reasonable cleavage -- particularly after I have used makeup to paint in a little shadow between them. I have decided to go 'blonde' today. (One of the big advantages of being a tranny is the ease with which you can alter you're your hair colour and style as the mood takes you!) The wig I was using is a long one, but I often wear it with my hair up, and that is the way I dressed it today. By now I had switched fully into 'Caroline' mode, and it was the reflection of an attractive woman I saw in the mirror rather than a 'man in drag'. The blouse I have chosen is a pattern of green foliage on a white ground. It is very pretty. I slip my arms into the long sleeves and adjust the V-neck to show off my cleavage. My skirt is sage green with box pleats. It falls to just above my knee and is finished off with a brighter green belt and a gold-coloured buckle. For jewellery I have selected a simple, single-strand pearl necklace with matching drop earrings. I slip a pair of white, medium-heeled pumps onto my feet and I am nearly ready. It just takes a spritz of my favourite perfume before Caroline is ready to go and meet up with Hannah. I pack my male clothes back in my suitcase and shut them firmly out of sight for the duration of the weekend. I allow myself a shy smile of recognition in the mirror before leaving the room -- (having previously made sure the bed looked as though it had been slept in, and dumped damp towels on the bathroom floor.) Returning to Reception, I was pleased to see there wasn't anyone on the desk. I dropped my key into a box and walked calmly and elegantly out to my car. It wasn't far from the Canterbury Travelodge to Hannah's house, and I had entered her post-code into my Satnav. However, it was just as well I had taken the precaution of throwing the relevant Ordinance Survey map into the car before setting off, as the Satnav told me "You have reached your destination" as I arrived at the end of a narrow lane that, at that point, suddenly became a rutted track! With some difficulty and lots of reversing, I managed to turn my car around and, after a careful study of the map, found where I should have taken a left-hand fork in the road. (I knew there was a reason I dislike Satnav!) Once having discovered my mistake, it was only a few minutes drive before I was pulling up outside Hannah's place. I could see Hannah's car parked off the road on a small patch of grass, so I drove up alongside. Hannah had described her country pad as a cottage. I actual fact it looked to me as though originally it had been a pair of farm labourer's cottages which at some point had been knocked together to make one reasonably substantial house. It wasn't architecturally pretty, but the setting was fabulous. There wasn't another dwelling in sight and the view over fields and woods was charming in a classic English way. Hannah had obviously been on the lookout for me because as I got out of the car she appeared at the front door. "Caroline; so you found me!" she exclaimed with a smile. "I know this isn't the easiest place to find, but you did it without having to ring me and confess to having got lost. Well done!" We embraced and Hannah ushered me into her house. "I'm sure you are ready for a cup of tea," she said. I told her I was, so we went through to the kitchen. This was a large room evidently made up of several smaller areas knocked together. French windows gave access onto a small but pretty garden. As she made tea, Hannah asked me about my journey and complimented me on my outfit. "You look gorgeous," she said. "Green is definitely one of your colours." Hannah herself was wearing a fetching black ensemble with a lovely pearl necklace. Today we were both blondes. We took the tea tray through to the lounge and enjoyed a welcome cuppa. I told Hannah how charming I thought her place was. She explained; "My parents bought this place years ago and did it up themselves over many holidays. As children my sister and I loved coming here as we had so much freedom to play. By the time my parents died, my sister was married to an Australian and living in Sydney. She therefore had no interest in the cottage, so I bought out her share and have enjoyed it as my escape from the rat race ever since. I'm glad you like the cottage as it is very special to me." She went on to explain that she worked as a freelance journalist. "I specialise in feature-writing," she told me, "and, as such I often come down here to research and write when working on a project." I thought it amusing that both of us earn our living by writing, Hannah as a journalist, me as an advertising copywriter. After we had finished tea, Hannah showed me round the house. Downstairs one side of the house had been knocked through to create a spacious living room. On the other side of the central hallway, the front room was given over to dining. (Hannah wouldn't show me that. "I've go it all ready for this evening," she said, "and I want it to be a surprise.") Behind the dining room, a small room and several walk-in cupboards and storage areas had been put together to make the kitchen I had seen earlier. There was also a small utility room off to one side. Upstairs there were three good-sized bedroom, one, Hannah's, en-suite. The other two bedrooms shared a large bathroom. "This one is yours," Hannah said as she showed me into a pretty bedroom at the back of the house with a lovely view over the garden to the countryside beyond. We returned to the lounge and Hannah outlined her plans for the weekend. "I thought I should have a few ideas sorted out," she said. "Otherwise we could spend the whole weekend trying to decide what to do! Nothing is written in stone though, so if you have any thoughts, please add them to the pot." I told her I knew virtually nothing of Kent and was more than happy to be guided by her. "Right then," Hannah continued crisply. "Tonight I have arranged a 'formal' dinner for the two of us. That is why I asked you to bring that fabulous black evening outfit with you. Then tomorrow I thought I might show you round Canterbury. We can combine sightseeing with a little gentle shopping and then go somewhere for lunch. I suggest we come back here for a rest in the afternoon, as I want to take you to our local LGBT club in the evening. Saturdays are 'Tranny Night' so there will be lots of 'girls' there. It's not as raunchy as that club Sweeties you took me to, but then we are in the provinces! I think you'll enjoy it. I have a good crowd of friends there and I know they will make you welcome. Sunday I thought we should have as a 'lazy day'. There is a lovely walk across the fields to a pub in the river that I go to quite often. They know be both as 'Hannah' and my male side, so, again, there shouldn't be any hassle." We that was certainly a plan-and-a-half! It clearly would take me well outside my comfort zone, what with all this interaction with members of the public. I haven't been out in the daytime dressed as a woman before. However, I'm miles from home; no one knows me down here; and, hopefully, the worst that could happen is a bit of mild humiliation if we are 'outed' in the street. I took a deep breath. "That sounds lovely; lots of variety. I'm happy to go for it!" Hannah looked at her watch. "Golly, is that the time! We had better go and start dressing for dinner. It's bound to take a while, as I am sure we both want to look spectacular! I'll see you back down here at 7:00pm for pre-dinner drinks. Much excited, I headed up to my bedroom. I quickly stripped off my clothes; cleaned my face of makeup; and hopped into the shower. Having dried myself, I sat down at the dressing table and applied an evening makeup. Hannah had been definite as to the outfit she wanted me to wear, so I took it off it's hanger and got dressed. I was pleased Hannah had asked me to wear this outfit. I had bought it on a whim and, apart from trying it on at home, had hardly had a chance to wear it since. The dress is knee-length black velvet with little spaghetti straps. A very simple design, but classy. Over this I wear a see-through black jacket with embroidery on the sleeves and diamante decoration on the edging. Teamed with barely-black stockings and strappy sandals, I adore it. A fancy silver and pearl necklace was all the jewellery needed -- 'simple' looks good. I decided to wear a short blonde wig as I think this looks 'funkier' that the up-do I had been wearing earlier. Time just flies by when a girl is getting dolled up, and to my amazement I found it was already nearly seven. A quick squirt of perfume and I was ready. With butterflies fluttering in my tummy, I headed downstairs. Hannah was already in the lounge opening a bottle of champagne. She looked stunning. Although also black, her 'look' was quite different to mine. Her dress was black silk. Also just above the knee, she had chosen nude stockings and very high-heeled court shoes. Her outfit was completed by a little fur bolero. I was delighted to see she too had chosen a short wig, but whereas mine was blonde, Hannah's was jet black. We would still contrast each other at the dining table! We each 'ooh'd' and 'aagh'd' over the other's outfit and Hannah insisted on taking selfies of the two of us together. After several minutes of mutual congratulation, Hannah finally handed me a flute of champagne. "Here dear," she said, "as two beautiful women, nothing but the best is good enough for us!" We chinked glasses and drank. I adore champagne and this was a particularly nice one. We sat down to enjoy our drinks. "I thought we could have our starter course in here," Hannah said, indicating a tray of attractive canap?s. "I have to confess I bought these in Marks and Spencer, but the rest of the meal is my own work." We enjoyed our wine and canap?s before Hannah led me through to the dining room, which, until now, she had not let me see. I immediately saw why; Hannah had laid the table with a crisp white cloth; beautiful white china; sparking glasses; and polished, silver cutlery. Small vases of flowers stood on the table, whilst larger ones decorated the rest of the room. The whole room was lit by candlelight. It was exquisite! "Wow, you haven't held back here, have you!" I exclaimed in delight. "It is absolutely beautiful," Hannah beamed with pleasure. "I was hard at it all morning," she confessed. "I only just finished in time for your arrival. I wanted to make this evening really special." "Well you have certainly succeeded," I told her. "I am afraid the meal is a cold one," Hannah said. "I enjoy cooking but don't want to risk an accident whilst wearing this dress." We both laughed. "That's fine," I reassured her. "On an evening like this a cold collation is just what is called for". In fact the meal required no apology. Hannah served fresh salmon with new potatoes and a variety of salads. For desert we had fresh berries and cream followed by cheese and coffee. The wines Hannah had chosen complemented the food perfectly. It was a most delightful occasion made all the more special because both Hannah and I were dressed to the nines as the women we wished to appear. Every move I made reminded me that I was now 'Caroline. The rasp of nylon stockings; the tug of a suspender; the occasional need to pull down my skirt; and the glimpse of my painted nails each time I took a forkful of food, all heightened the sense of occasion. We took our coffee through to the lounge. Hannah offered chocolates and asked if I would care for a liqueur; I declined both. "That meal was delicious." I told her. "Anything more would be pure greed!" Hannah came and sat beside me on the sofa. I gulped inwardly. This was the moment that I had considered but hadn't thought through. How should I react if Hannah makes an advance toward me? Hannah took my hand in hers. "Dear Caroline," she started, "in a short time I have come to value your friendship greatly. However, we haven't, as yet, shared anything about our respective sexualities. I find you very attractive and, being bisexual, I would love to take you to bed. However, as I say, I value our friendship too much to put that at risk by making a crude advance." She paused. "How do you feel about it?" She looked nervously at me. I took a deep breath. "I have always considered myself 'straight'," I told her. "That night at Sweeties when we kissed was my first time being intimate with another male. Not that I view you as a 'man'", I hastened to add. "To me you are a beautiful woman who turns my male side on. But when dressed like this, I consider myself a woman, so that fancying you as 'Hannah' adds a further layer of complication." I broke off. "I'm sorry, that must sound awfully complicated and weird." "Not at all," Hannah replied, "why don't we just take things slowly and see where that takes us?" I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you," I said, "I would like that." Hannah leaned over and kissed me gently. I returned her kiss but then broke contact and drew back. "For me too our friendship has come like a bolt out of the blue," I told her. "After all these years of lonely dressing, to have someone with whom I am able to share my feelings is beyond belief." Hannah hugged me. "Here's to friendship and mutual support," she said, raising her coffee cup in a toast. Having got all that out into the open, we were able to relax and enjoy each other's company. When it was time for bed, we kissed affectionately again, but went our separate ways to sleep. The next morning Hannah knocking on my door waked me up. "Are you decent darling?" she enquired. "Only I have brought you some tea." That sounded lovely, so I called out; "Just a minute." That gave me time to put on a wig and negligee before opening the door to a smiling Hannah. "My but don't you look sweet!" Hannah exclaimed as she entered carrying a tray of tea; "Budge over and let me in." She climbed into bed alongside me, but I didn't feel threatened. It seemed perfectly natural that two girlfriends might want to have a bit of a gossip over their morning tea We snuggled up in bed and sipped our tea. "I hope I didn't freak you out last night by saying I'd love to get you into bed?" Hannah asked. "Oh, but now I AM in bed with you!" We both laughed. "Not at all sweetie," I replied, leaning over and kissing Hannah on the lips. "I appreciate your honesty and I really value your friendship, so I'm happy to go with the flow." We kissed again and then sat back, each on our own side of the bed. "Now what about today?" Hannah enquired. "Are you up for a shopping trip into Canterbury?" "I'm a bit nervous about that," I confessed. "It will be my first time out in the daytime, but I'm up for it; this weekend is going to be all about new experiences!" Hannah swung her legs out of bed. "Right," she announced firmly. "Then it is time to get up and dressed. We have a lot to do." She scurried off back to her own bedroom, whilst I slid out of bed; shrugged off my nighty; and headed for the shower. In about forty minutes I was ready and dressed for a cay our in Canterbury. I had thought long and hard about what to wear ever since Hannah announced we were going to combine sightseeing with shopping. I had finally settled on a wool-knit, red, sheath dress. I selected my long, blonde, up-do wig. When I came downstairs, Hannah was already in the kitchen. "Muesli OK with you?" she enquired. "Only I find I need to think about my figure when dressed and therefore keep away from fry-ups and the like." "I agree," I told her. "Muesli will be fine." Hannah was dressed in a white blouse and black leather skirt. I really envied her the skirt, and told her so. After a quick, if meagre, breakfast of muesli and coffee, we collected our handbags and headed out to Hannah's car. It didn't take long for Hannah to drive us into Canterbury. We parked the car in a multi-storey and, as I climbed out, I tried to get into a frame of mind for my first time out in public, in the daytime, as Caroline! "Sightseeing first?" Hannah enquired. "Only you can't come to Canterbury without visiting the Cathedral." I was happy with that, so, with Hannah leading, we set off. The click-clack of my heels on the pavement echoed in my ears. Surely everyone must be aware that we are two cross-dressed men making fools of ourselves in the middle of Canterbury on a warm Saturday morning? But no; as I calmed down I realised that no one is looking at as; we are just another two women out in the City. The Cathedral, when we reached it, was astounding. For all that it is situated in the centre of the city, Canterbury Cathedral and it's Close is set apart in a secluded enclave that has to be accessed through a medieval archway and pair of ancient oak gates; once inside the Close is calm and peaceful. The Cathedral itself is enormous; very long from West to East and full of the most amazing treasures. We spent a very happy couple of hours whilst Hannah showed me round. Stone flags and multiple steps take their toll on a girl's legs when she is wearing heels -- and ours were definitely 'high'! So after our tour of the Cathedral, we were both ready for a sit. Hannah knew a pretty little tearoom nearby where we enjoyed coffee. (The cakes looked delicious, but the tightness of my corset precluded indulgence!) After coffee we wandered through the streets looking in shop windows and admiring different buildings and views as Hannah pointed out the sights. We were going past one dress shop when Hannah squealed; "Oh, look at the dress. It is dreamy. Come on, I just have to try it on." And, before I had time to collect myself, I was inside a dress shop rummaging through the rails. This was another 'first' for me. Whilst I had, of course, purchased women's garments for myself, I had always dome so as a man. (Usually pointlessly trying to pretend; "It is for my girlfriend.") Hannah found the dress she liked in her size and vanished into a dressing room to try it on. Embarrassed, I stayed outside and pretended to be looking for something for myself, so as not to appear out of place and attract attention. Hannah emerged from the dressing room. "What do you thing of this Caroline?" she called out. I had to admit the dress looked stunning on her. It was a silk dress with a faux-leopard skin pattern. My having confirmed that the dress really suited her, Hannah decided she would buy it. "I don't really need another dress," she confessed "but that is one of the delights of being a woman, you can just buy things on a whim!" She then tried to convince me that I should look for something for myself, but at this point my courage collapsed. There was no way I was going to go into a woman's dressing room to try on clothes. The risk of being caught was just too much for me. (Later, of course, I regretted missing out on the opportunity of a new experience!) Realising I wasn't going to budge, Hannah didn't press the point and suggested we might return to the cottage. "We want to ensure we are well rested before going to the LGBT club," she told me. We drove back to the cottage and after a cup of tea we retired to our rooms to get dressed. When setting up this weekend, Hannah had requested I bring "something raunchy" to wear to the club. "We get all sorts of clothing styles there," she explained, "but I thought it would be fun for us to pick a sexy outfit from our wardrobes as we won't have worn anything like that together before." I had gone along with her suggestion but wasn't now as confident as I had been initially. However a 'deal' is a 'deal' and I wasn't going to lose face by bottling out twice on the same day. I had packed a fairly risqu? outfit comprising a sheer top, black leather skirt, and decorative corset that went over the top of those and my actual foundation garment. I wore fishnet stockings -- (not tights), black stiletto pumps, and back and sliver jewellery. (I particularly like the large hoop earrings.) I decided that the auburn wig I had worn on my first 'date' with Hannah would go best with this ensemble. Finally a black shoulder purse contained all my little 'feminine essentials'. When I checked myself in the mirror, I was pleased with the cleavage I had achieved. "I think this is 'raunchy' enough," I thought. I was intrigued to see what outfit Hannah had chosen. I wasn't disappointed. Funnily enough she too had gone for a black leather skirt, but had teamed hers with a bright pink blouse. A wide black belt, black hose, silver jewellery and her long blonde wig set off the outfit to perfection. She looked good enough to eat, and I told her so! "Hold on Tiger," she smiled, "let's get to the club and back before we start talking about who eats whom!" I blushed nearly the colour of Hannah's blouse before her infectious laughter set me off too. Hannah had booked a taxi to take us into Canterbury. "We will probably want to raise the odd glass or two," she advised, "so it's better not to take any risks." The cab drew up promptly at 7:00pm and, grabbing our handbags, we climbed in. The driver clearly knew we were cross-dressed men - if only from the address of the club we gave him, but that didn't stop him flirting with us. "We ladies, are you on the pull tonight?" he enquired. "Why, do you fancy your chances?" Hannah reposted swiftly. The driver giggled; "Well in other circumstances I might, but I'm working to 2:00am and if I took you home then I reckon the wife might have something to say!" As we continued joshing in this fashion, the journey passed very quickly and before long we were drawing up outside a large Edwardian pub just outside the city centre. I had insisted on paying for the taxi and got out my purse. "Well the meter says ?17.50," the driver told me, "but give me fifteen quid and we'll call it quits. I haven't had any 'girls' as rides for a while so use the change to have a drink on me." I thanked him profusely and, on an impulse leaned into the cab and kissed him on the forehead -- leaving a bright red lipstick mark. Now it was his turn to blush as he drove away. Hannah and I went into the pub. It was typically Edwardian, with one big bar taking up the whole of the ground floor. This was filled with tables, most of them occupied with diners. "I thought we might fuel up here first," Hannah said. "The food is really rather good." As I looked around I noticed several other 'girls' eating in pairs and small groups. One rather raucous table of ten were attracting quite a few smiles from the other diners. But these weren't all trannies. There were several tables occupied by mixed couples. "This pub is quite on the tourist trail now," Hannah whispered. "Lots of tourists come here to take a look at the girls. It allows them to feel 'naughty' in a safe environment!" Having found a table, I ordered sea bass, whilst Hannah settled for fish pie. They had quite a decent wine list for a pub, so I suggested a glass of Galician Albari?o. "No, let's make it a bottle!" insisted Hannah. "We may as well start as we mean to continue." The food was indeed very good and we enjoyed our meal very much. We sat over our wine until about 9:00 pm. By now the bar was emptying of diners with the 'girls' heading upstairs. "I think we could go up now," Hannah said, "there should be enough people up there for it to have livened up." I followed her up the stairs. There was a wide landing at the top of the stairs that gave access to another large room. A tranny sat at a table taking entrance money. "Oh hallo Hannah," she said on seeing us. "Haven't seen you in here lately." "No, too much work has left little time for play!" Hannah replied. "This is my friend Caroline," she continued. "Caroline, Sophie, Sophie, Caroline." We both said, "Hi." "Well as you are with Hannah you can come in as her guest," Sophie told me. "That will save you twenty-five quid membership, so it will only be ?15 entrance." We handed over our money and passed through into the upstairs room. This was similar to the bar downstairs with lots of carved mahogany and cut-glass mirrors. Tables were set in alcoves around the wall and there was a little stage in one corner occupied by a DJ. The space between the stage and the seating was taken up with a small dance floor. A polished mahogany bar ran down one side of the room. "There are some friends of mine," Hannah said pointing to a table in one corner at which sat three women. "Let's join them. You'll like them; they are great fun." We went over. The women squealed with delight at seeing Hannah and there was much hugging and kissing whilst I stood somewhat awkwardly to one side. "Oh girls, this is my friend Caroline who is staying with me at the cottage for the weekend. Caroline, this is Tracy, that's Sarah, and the giggly one on the end is Trixie. Say hallo to Caroline girls." There was another round of kissing for my benefit! Hannah was right; her friends proved to be a great bunch and I had a wonderful time. There was a lot of chatting; rather more drinking; and some dancing. To my surprise I managed to dance quite well given the height of my heels. I think the alcohol helped! Some time around midnight the table started to break up. "Sorry to be a party pooper," Tracy apologised, "but I've got the cows to milk in the morning." ('She' was a farmer!) "Let's you and I get a taxi," Hannah suggested. We made our farewells and I promised I would definitely return to Canterbury on another occasion so that we could all meet up again. Yet more kisses -- mostly on the lips this time -- and cuddles had to be exchanged before we could make our escape. Fortunately we managed to get a taxi quite quickly and before too long we were safely ensconced back in the cottage. I kicked my heels off and collapsed on the sofa. "I don't think my feet will ever recover," I groaned. "How do real girls manage to wear heels day and night?" "Well they do suffer for it," Hannah replied. "I have many woman friends with bunions and other foot ailments." We were both tired, so shared a quick kiss and each headed off to her own room. The following, Sunday, morning we both indulged in a lie-in. Eventually, round about 10:00am, Hannah knocked on my door; "Wake up sleepy-head. We need to start getting ready if we are going to walk to the pub in time for a drink." I hurriedly leapt out of bed and into the shower. I wasn't to sure about what I had brought with me for walking. I do not own any ladies trousers, as, for me, one of the major pleasures of cross- dressing is the chance to get away from 'two-legged' garments. I realise, of course, that for most women trousers are worn more often than skirts, but that isn't for me. So I had brought down a pair of my men's jeans. They are skinny cut but obviously looser in the waist than a woman's pair would be. However by not putting on my corset and wearing a loose top I still managed to look reasonably feminine once I had put on makeup and my auburn wig. A pair of white leather trainers looked suitably unisex. On going downstairs I discovered Hannah had no such inhibitions against wearing trousers and was stylishly attired in black slacks, a lime-green top, and a stylish tweed jacket. I did have to point out to her that I didn't think her high-heeled pumps were suitable for a country walk! "Don't be silly," she laughed. "Of course I am going to change my shoes before we go out. It is just that I think heels make my legs look better. She was right; they are extremely shapely -- even in trousers. In view of the time, we just downed a quick cup of coffee before setting out. It was a lovely morning, still air and blue skies. We walked through fields for a mile or so, before, climbing over the last stile, we found ourselves on a path running through salt marsh. In the distance I could see a cluster of buildings. "That's our destination," Hannah explained. "Years ago it was actually a thriving little port. But the coastal trade died up and all that remains today is the pub, a few houses, and a small boat yard that services boats from nearby moorings." It was a pleasant walk across the marshes. I am an occasional birdwatcher and I enjoyed the sight of waders delving for food. As we approached the pub, 'The Ancient Mariner', Hannah explained; "I have been coming here since before I was old enough to drink legally. It is the son of the landlord from those days who runs the pub now so he has known boy, man, and woman! When I came out to him as a cross-dresser Tim told me he wasn't at all surprised, as he had always thought me a bit effeminate. However it was of no concern to him how I dress, so I have continued to come here whenever I am at the cottage. Sometimes I am in male mode, at others I am 'Hannah'. It makes no difference to Tim." The pub was clearly very old. (Hannah told me "early 18th century"). As we walked into the bar, the barman, whom I took to be 'Tim', greeted us. "Hi Hannah. I haven't seen you for a while." "No, I've been too busy in town to get down," Hannah explained. "What will it be?" Tim asked, "the usual?" Hannah turned to me. "Tim's beer is excellent so I would strongly recommend that. I know it isn't very ladylike to drink pints, but I promise you the taste is worth it." So I settled for a pint of bitter, the same as Hannah. Whilst Tim was drawing the beer, Hannah introduced me. "Tim, this is my friend Caroline. I have been extolling the virtues of your pub to her, so I trust you will treat her nicely." "Well, any friend of yours is always welcome at The Ancient Mariner," Tim replied with a grin. "Welcome Caroline. I hope you enjoy our beer and that we will see you here again sometime." Once again I was agreeably surprised to meet someone clearly unfazed by the fact that he was serving two cross-dressers. We took our drinks across to a table in the window and sat sipping the beer with enjoyment in the sunshine. Gradually other people came into the pub but no one gave us any hassle. One or two folk did a double take on seeing us, but English politeness and reserve stopped them saying anything. We were left to our own devices, which suited me down to the ground. We had just ordered a plate of beef sandwiches -- (which were excellent; the beef nicely rare, and the bread very tasty) -- when a commotion started in the pub car park. A group of five men burst into the bar. They were dressed casually and I guessed they had come ashore from one of the moored boats. It was immediately apparent that they had already been drinking heavily before coming to the pub. "We've come for lunch," one shouted arrogantly. "What have you got on the menu?" Tim passed him a few copies of the menu card. "And five pints whilst we make up our minds," the man ordered. Tim pulled the pints silently. "Cheers," shouted the first man and most of the five pints were immediately poured down the men's gullets. "Same again," he instructed. It was at this point that one of his companions spotted Hannah and me. "Well what have we here?" he leered, as he drunkenly staggered over toward us. "If it isn't a couple of little Nancy-boys in their girly finery!" My face paled as I started to fear for our safety. I kept my eye firmly fixed on my plate of sandwiches. Hannah however was made of sterner stuff. "So? What do you want to do about it?" she demanded, standing up and fixing her gaze eye-to-eye with his. I think the man would have backed down at that point had he been on his own. The fact that he was with a group of friends, who were now laughing at us, meant that he could not walk away without loosing face. I'm not sure how things would have turned out, had not Tim, at that point, walked over from behind the bar, took the man by the arm, and gently drew him away. "These people are friends of mine," he announced in a quiet voice. "You have already had too much to drink and your custom is not welcome here. I am asking you all to leave." Not surprisingly the five men didn't leave without a lot of bluster and protest, but leave they did. "I'm never coming back here again," I heard one say as they walked away. "I don't go to pubs that pander to pansies and perverts." That hurt. "Don't take any notice of them," Tim advised. "We get a few undesirables coming into the pub every season but I make sure they never come back!" I was very grateful to Tim and told him so. "Hannah and her friends will always have priority here over louts like that," he said with a smile. Tim quiet restored my faith in human kindness. Hannah and I finished the rest of our lunch in peace and when Tim called "Time". We took our leave of him and departed. Hannah promised not to leave it so long before her next visit and I said I would certainly recommend The Ancient Mariner to any of my friends who happened to be coming to the area. The tide was coming in as we walked back to the cottage, and, on our arrival, I was genuinely able to tell Hannah; "I really enjoyed our outing in spite of the little interruption. Your friend Tim is great". We changed out of our muddy trainers -- (Hannah back into heels, me in stocking feet for comfort) -- and Hannah put the kettle on for a welcome cup of tea. "As this is the last evening of our weekend, I suggested we glam up again," Hannah proposed. I was game for that as, fortunately, I had brought a second smart dress with me. "Don't let's make too big a thing of preparing supper," Hannah remarked. "How about nibbles and wine we can have in the lounge." This sounded lovely, so I readily agreed. The two of us went through to the kitchen and rummaged through Hannah's fridge and larder. In no time at all we were able to assemble a most attractive repast of cheese, olives, cold meat and biscuits. Hannah dug out a bottle of Riesling. We laid everything out on the coffee table in the lounge before going upstairs to change. "I think I'll wear the dress I bought yesterday," Hannah announced. "Well that is so pretty it is going to set me quite a challenge to match up," I replied with a laugh. Actually I didn't have any choice; there was only one outfit I had brought with me that Hannah hadn't seen. It was actually quite a simple ensemble; a short, black velvet, skirt teamed with a black and gold velvet top. Still with my 'up-do' wig and barely-black hose, I thought I might be able to stand comparison with Hannah. Hannah was extremely complimentary when we re-gathered downstairs. "Oh, where did you get that?" she asked. "I just love the top." I explained I had actually found both the top and skirt in an up-market charity shop! "I have found some lovely things there," I explained. "As I know my dress size, I am able to browse and buy without the embarrassment of asking to try things on. And as the prices are low the occasional purchase that doesn't turn out right doesn't really matter." Hannah confessed that she too frequented charity shops. "But it looks as though you have better quality clothes on your side of London," she remarked ruefully. We had a lovely evening sitting and chatting whilst we sipped our wine and enjoyed our supper. All too soon it was time for bed. "Gosh, hasn't the weekend sped by?" Hannah remarked. "It seems no time at all since you pitched up on my doorstep looking fabulous in that green outfit." "I know," I replied, "but thank you for having made it such an enjoyable visit. I've had so many new experiences." "We must do it again," Hannah announced firmly. I was in complete agreement. "I'll try and come up with an idea for next time," I told her. "Unfortunately I can't invite you to stay with me because of my neighbours and the fact that they don't know about 'Caroline'. However, I'm sure I can find something interesting for us to share." The following morning I felt sad as I dressed in my green ensemble and put on my makeup. I had been 'Caroline' for three whole days and now I was going to have to revert to being boring old male me. It would have made more sense if I had dressed in my male clothes straight away for the journey home, but Hannah and I had both managed to respect our unspoken agreement not to reveal anything specific about our male identities. True, after a weekend of conversation we knew a great deal more about each other; the sort of work we do, our hobbies and interests, and so forth. But we still did not know each other's male name, or our precise home addresses. I was going to have to change back to male mode before arriving home and had planned for this by making another booking at the Canterbury Travelodge, this time in the name of 'Caroline Walker'. Hannah and I were both a little tearful as we made our farewells to each other. The weekend spent together had cemented our friendship into something enduring. We both said how much we are going to look forward to our next get together. "We must keep in touch on-line in the meantime," Hannah insisted. So, with many hugs and kisses, I got into my car and drove off. It wasn't far to the Travelodge and, once again, there was no problem in my transformation. I went in as a woman and exited an hour later as a man. As I drove back along the M25 I re-ran the weekend in my head. I had enjoyed so many new experiences. For the first time ever 'Caroline' had been out openly in public. I had interacted with many different people in a variety of situations. In the main most people had seemed indifferent to the fact that I was cross-dressed. Some, Tim the barman and the taxi driver for example, had been positively supportive. Only the drunks in the pub had been positively aggressive and that had been the only occasion I had felt vulnerable. The problem I had to face was the fact that, having experienced such freedom once, 'Caroline' was going to want to do it again; the genii out of the bottle wasn't going to be thrust back in! But how could I achieve freedom of movement for 'Caroline' to come and go from my home and still preserve the secrecy of her existence from my neighbours. This is a conundrum I am going to have to solve. But that can wait until tomorrow. For now I can bask in happy memories of a truly wonderful weekend.