Legend of the Lady in the Lake
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I knew I was different from early on, when I was 13 years old I had an
attraction to womens clothing (and high heels) and also of being locked
in the exterior stairway out of my parents home basement. Then around
age 16 I got caught shoplifting - but it wasn't beer or music records
it was womens clothes ....... 40 years later I remember it was
"VELVET PURPLE HOTPANTS" shorts down to your crotch and so tight. OMG I
tried to run - I was a school football player at 5'9" and 170 lbs. But
security nailed me, but anyway.
Fast forward several decades past a failed marriage, kids, and just
can't find a suitable female partner (some I trust and tell - others
not). It doesn't matter I think I am destine to be alone. So at 42, I
throw myself at work and investing and do decently. But I also indulge
in closet crossdressing, what with the internet, EBAY, Goodwill and
Craigslist all coming to light, I was in heaven. I was doing so well I
bought a small house on the water with a boat dock. You know what they
say, and I bought a mediocre cabin surrounded by mansions ( I mean
really? My next door neighbor had a 30 ft boat with twin 300's, yet the
lake was 20 miles at its longest point). Lets see 20 miles at 60 mph is
20 minutes, but yea an Alpha man needs his toys. But anyway I had a
awesome lake view, a nice wooden deck, and a small intimate deck off
the master bedroom on the 2nd floor.
I would come home after work and brush my teeth and change into
something tight or pretty (or both) and then cook dinner. Mostly alone,
but on some weekends I would have friends and coworkers over to enjoy the
boat, kayaks, fishing, BBQ's, beers /wine and conversations. All while
boringly attired. But on most of the weekends, once the yard work was
finished it was time to me to really relax.
I would start with a long hot bath where I shaved everywhere, followed
by a moisturizer with a sweet scent, then matching lingerie, and an
hour at the make up table in the spare bedroom. I had discretely
acquired it all (thanks Walmart self checkout and Ebay) and would apply
it perfectly followed by one of the numerous wigs I had. But then what
to wear: tight jeans and a busty top, a short skirt and button top, print
frilly dress like for a picnic, or a long cocktail dress? Whatever I
finally selected I added stockings and of course CFM stiletto heels.
The house had many mirrors and I could never pass one without admiring
the image and adding more lipstick, or brushing my hair.
I would sometimes have some wine or a martini, then cook dinner, maybe
walk out on the deck to feel the cool night air when it was dark. Once
in a while I might even sit outside looking at the house lights
reflecting around the lake and smoking some weed. Life went like this
for many months, It was sweet and I was truly fortunate.
Then one day in the mail I received a note that simply said, "We need to
talk and I will be over Thursday at 7pm". It had with it five pictures
of me in five different outfits both inside and outside the house. Some
close and others far away but all from lake and all way too clear. Tears
started flowing and I started shaking, and soaked my panties. I had 3
days to fix this and come up with a plan.
The meeting came, and there was a loud knock on the door and he said, "Ms
Hill, open the door its best for you." He was taller and bigger than me
and very ALPHA. I was all in male mode but just mumbled as we walked to
the table on the deck.. His first comment was that I had a nice tush and
walked with a cute swish ( I forgot to change and was wearing tight fem
jeans). He began the conversation and I just listened and blushed,
denying everything - including the pics he sent. He pulled out an
envelope with dozens of large pics and explained he lived across the
lake, had a telescope that would accept his camera. In addition to a
boat he would take out in the evenings. He then called me by name and
explained he knew all about me including where I worked and its website,
and my coworkers that visited occasionally. My head sunk and I mumbled.
He told me to look him in the eyes as I asked what he wanted. A grin
came across his face and he barked at me to sashay into the kitchen and
fix us two martinis. I returned with them on a tray for us and he
complimented my waitress ability, my walk and rubbed my tush as I bent
over.
He then did most of the talking explaining that after his divorce he just
doesn't trust women, yet still has "needs" that need to be satisfied.
While I could help him willingly and enjoy certain benefits, he wasn't
about to take no for an answer, making it pretty clear that my life here
could easily be trashed. My head went down as I began to tear thinking
how could I have let myself be so stupid ........ Bill came around in
back of me and began massaging my shoulders while pointing out the
positives:
* I spend all that effort getting pretty and will now have someone to
appreciate it
* Cooking for two is as simple as cooking for one, and can be a whole lot
more fun
* I would always make and serve him cocktails en femme while welcoming
him home after a hard days work
* This could be an intimate frequent satisfying relationship - or a
monthly servicing (my choice)
* While we will remain in the closet - we could have vacations to Key
West , Vegas, Provincetown, San Fran, and even snow sking ( if I could
keep up with him or keep him happy at night)
* Discretely I could enjoy his hot tub, stay at his house and "BED" as
long as I knew my place
* He promised to be gentle and would actually care for me
His hands were strong as I started to regain my composure. He explained
very clearly that I had time to think, but Saturday he would be back at
7pm and I was to be dressed "pretty with decent boobs," have the
cocktails & dinner ready, while being ready to give him some relief
........ no if ands or butts.
Saturday I started the yard work at 8 am, so I was sure to finish early
and lounge in the tub.
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