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Unzipping the dress, I allowed it to fall to the floor before I stepped
out of it and the petticoat I'd worn. Unfastening my shoes I quickly
removed them before taking the bow from my hair and removing my
jewellery. I slipped on my pink satin and lace peignoir but only
fastened the top ties down to my waist. I dabbed some of my favourite
perfume on my wrists and behind my ears. Once I was done it was Marks
turn and in only a few minutes he emerged now wearing a bright red
peignoir over his red lingerie.
"Oh my god Angela, I want you, no I need you so much." We embraced,
looked into each other's eyes for a moment before our lips came
together. Our kiss was passionate and firm, I could taste his lipstick,
feel my lips slide over his, his hands started to explore my body at
first touching my faux breasts. Now I wished that they were my own
breasts so I could really experience the pleasures of having them being
caressed. All the time his tongue probed my lips, then as his hands
descended below my waist, I parted my lips and felt him enter me, I knew
then that this would not be the last time I would take him inside of me
nor would it only be his tongue that would gain entry.
Our lips parted and he took my hand and led me towards the bed, our bed
I thought where I would give myself to him.
In the bedroom we snuffed out the candle, then lay down on the bed, each
facing towards the other. The silver moonlight cast moving patterns
across us as it filtered through the thin lace curtain as it swayed in
the gentle breeze. In the distance the roar of the surf as it broke on
the rocks of the headland was the only sound. It was a magic moment, one
that I would never forget.
For a few minutes we simply lay there absorbed in the moment, then Mark
whispered, "You know for a guy you are beautiful."
"And for a woman, you are fairly ordinary," I replied as he punched me
gently. "But to me you are beautiful." He pushed me onto my back and
moved closer, I felt his lips kiss my neck and his hand started
caressing my leg around me knee, I moaned quietly,
"Oh Angela that's so nice." His fingers drew small circles on my leg
which was now exposed as my peignoir had been pushed open below my
waist. Each circle would be slightly higher until he reached the top of
my stocking. He lingered there for a while as he continued to nuzzle my
neck. My heart rate was slowly increasing and I could hear it clearly
over the noise of the sea.
"Please don't stop there," I murmured.
"Shall I go higher?" he asked.
"Oh most certainly yes." I closed my eyes as I felt the touch of his
fingers on the naked skin of my leg, under my panties I could feel
myself growing in response to his ministrations. A few moments later
they reached the lace trimmed hem on the legs of my "Cami-Knickers",
they lingered there as he asked, "Higher?"
"Higher," I whispered back. The cami-knickers had a heart shaped lace
panel at the front and now Mark's fingers were touching the edge of that
panel. A soft, "Oh," left my lips which was soon followed by a slightly
louder, "Oh God!" as his fingers reached the centre of the front lace
panel and I could feel him touching me through the delicate silk and
lace. He continued slowly rubbing me and my erection grew even larger
and pressed against his fingers. Now I moaned, "Oh.....Oh....Oh my god."
This was unlike any sensation I'd ever experienced. Mark now moved his
fingers down to the leg opening, then back up inside until he touched
me, I felt my body tense and my toes curled as a surge raced through my
body. Tears flowed from my eyes as I sobbed gently, Mark paused. "What's
wrong, should I stop?"
"Not if you value your life." He resumed slowly rubbing and squeezing
me, suddenly I felt myself explode as the semen gushed out soaking my
knickers. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh my, that was incredible."
We lay there in silence, each deep in thought; a line had been crossed
and could not be uncrossed. Mark's breathing grew shallow and I realised
that he had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I must have drifted off as the
next time I looked at the clock it was 3:30am, Mark had rolled away from
me and the cold sticky semen was becoming uncomfortable. I slipped out
of bed, selected a nightdress from my bag, took a pair of fresh panties
and moved into the bathroom where I was able to clean myself up and
change.
When I climbed back into bed Mark asked, "What's the time Darling?"
"Payback time, dearest," I replied, as I started to kiss him. This time
it was my fingers that found their way to his leg, my fingers that
slowly worked their way up as we continued lips locked together. Soon my
hand was on the front of his panties and I was massaging him through the
fabric. I felt him swell as my fingers gently rubbed along his length.
As he lay back and occassionally muttered, "Oh," I started to revell in
the feeling of control I had. He was wearing conventional panties so I
was unable to get my hand up through the leg opening and so in the end I
had to just pull them down to expose him.
He was totally hairless in the pubic area and I marvelled at the
softness of his skin. At first my fingers explored his balls, I'd always
thought that it would be something that I'd struggle to do, yet in the
end it came easily, his sighs of pleasure only encouraged me more.
Then I moved up and took him in hand, so warm, so soft to touch and yet
so rigid.
As I stroked him he began to thrust up into my hand, I increased the
tempo then he cried out as he climaxed, the jet of semen landing on his
face. Now we were even I thought to myself as Mark whispered, "That was
incredible, we must do that again."
"Oddly enough I was think exactly the same thing," I told him with a
smile.
He got out of bed and grabbed some things from his dresser before
heading to the bathroom to clean up and change. While I lay there and
reviewed the evening, I already knew that in future this was how I
wanted to have sex.
When Mark returned he was dressed in a "Baby Doll" nightie with frilled
and ruffled pants that came down below the hem of the nightie, in the
moonlight it was impossible to tell what colour it was, but never the
less he looked scrumptious. Laying down beside me we kissed briefly
before dropping off to sleep.
My dreams were vivid, I remember standing in the Vestibule of a church
looking up towards the altar. Looking down I could see the white
embossed satin gown that cascaded out over the crinoline that I was
wearing. My breasts pushed against the white guipure lace top while a
white silk purse hung from my wrist and my hands clutched a bouquet of
white roses. The organ began playing and I moved down towards the altar.
I came awake to find Mark spooning up to me, I could feel his erection
pushing into me, I moved back against him, he murmmered a sound of
approval. New desires were stirring with in me as I continued to rub
against him. Lines had already been crossed, my thoughts went to how
many more would be, and how soon that might happen.
After a few moments, Mark gently pushed me over onto my stomach before
rolling on top of me. He left my nighdress down and my panties on as
pressed his hard organ into my bottom. His thrust grew more frequent and
firmer as he headed for an orgasm, for me though there was no physical
pleasure, just the satisfaction that I was being used in a passive
sexual role. Its difficult for some to understand, but I knew that I was
a submissive and in my mind the role of a sumissive was to serve others
and from providing that service, I gained my pleasure.
A few moments later he cried out, then stopped and lay still, the sticky
warm fluid did not take long to soak through my nightie and panties.
Great! I thought now I'd have to organise some washing or we will run
out of clothes before the weekend ends. While the idea of being naked
together had some appeal, I much prefered to be wearing something
pretty.
Finally I wriggled out from under him and headed of for a quick shower.
When I returned to the bedroom Mark was still in bed and had dropped off
to sleep again, which when I think about it, was not really surprising.
Leaning over I gently kissed him, before slapping him on the bottom.
"Time to get up sleepy head."
"Do I have to?" he muttered. "The sun is barely up."
"It's 7:30 and we have to be at the course by 9:30, we need to get
dressed and down to breakfast before the hordes eat everything."
With some reluctance he eventually rolled off the bed and staggered off
to the bathroom. I selected what I planned to wear for the day and
started to dress.
My dress was from the sixty's, a fine linen in a pale yellow, it was
printed with daisies, white petals and dark yellow centres along with
green leafs. The dress fastened from the bossom to the hem using buttons
in the form of daisies. The sleeves were short finishing halfway between
the shoulder and elbow while the skirt flared from the waist and
finished just below my knees. I wide belt in the same fabric fastened
with a yellow buckle.
My cami-knickers were white with a decorative yellow lace inset around
the legs along with a heart shaped panel at the front. Once they were in
place around my waist I donned my bra, plain white with lace overlay and
adjusted the shoulder straps. There was always something special about
fastening ones self into a bra and I always felt a thrill as I did. My
slip was a simple white with just a modest amout of lace around the
bodice and hem. Lowering it over my head I ease it down over my bra
before letting it slide down my body, it brushes softly against my naked
legs, another sensation I gain great pleasure from.
Putting on my dress, I button it up, there is a about 6 inches from the
last button until the hem which remains unfastened and offers glimpses
of my slip at times.
My white socks are short but decorated with two rows of yellow lace at
their top, some might think them slightly OTT but I like them and thats
all that matters.
Thanks to my small sized feet, I was lucky enough to find myself a pair
of yellow kilties at a car boot sale. Sliding me feet into them I
quickly fasten the laces into neat bows.
Mark is finished with his shower and is back in the bedroom, I leave him
to dress and wander out onto the balcony to admire the view. It's the
start of what promises to be another glorious day weather wise and
perhaps in other areas was well. Gazing out I reflect on the events of
our trip so far, I know I feel much happier than I can ever remember and
I am begining to want this to go on for ever. Out on the course the
greenkeeper is giving the greens a final mow as a few people stroll
around on their morning walks.
There is a tap on the door and when I open it I find Lucy, this morning
he is wearing a simple blue cotton dress with white lapels and cuffs.
His half apron is stiffly starched and edged with a simple white lace. A
Mob Cap is perched on his head its also starched and has an edging of
lace around the frilled bottom of the cap.
"Hello Lucy," I greet him, "I was hoping to speak to you this morning."
He bobs into a shallow curtsey. "Good morning Mam, how can I help you?"
"I have some delicates that are in need of washing and I wondered if
there was a guest laundry somewhere?"
"That won't be a problem, just leave them in the bathroom and I'll take
care of them for you."
"Thanks Lucy, your a treasure, I think I owe you big time."
"Oh I am sure that I'll get my reward in due course." he winked at me,
"I'll be back later to clean your room, enjoy your day." He bobbed again
and turned an left.
A bond seemed to be forming between us and while at the moment I didm't
know were it would go or indeed where I might want it to lead, I did
want to become friends with him.
The bedroom door opened and Mark walked out, he had chosen to wear a
plaid skirt in brown tones and paired it with a cream coloured blouse.
The blouse had rows of vertical lace down the bodice, the large collar
tied into a bow at the front while the full length sleeves were fastened
at the wrist with three buttons. His legs were also bare apart from the
plain white socks he wore. On his feet, he wore brown ladies brogues.
"How do I look?" he asked as he twirled around, his skirt lifed to
reveal a flash of white lace.
"Almost a better option than breakfast," I answered.
"Well make up your mind," he said, "there's not time for both."
I picked up my bag thus settling that question and we made our way
downstairs. Breakfast was set out on the terrace and by the time we got
there it was fairly crowded. I spotted Clarissa sitting alone, caught
his eye and waved, he beckoned us over and invited us to join him. He
looked a vision in pink, having chosen a shocking pink blouse and skirt
along with pink socks and shoes. "Violet should be joining us soon, he
called me and said he was almost done." he told us.
"You look ummm.....very pink today," I said.
"Oh dear its not too much is it? only I've also got a pink hat as well."
"No you look wonderful," Mark chipped in.
Violet arrived as we were at the buffet making our selections, we
greeted each other will a kiss on the cheeks, this was a first for me,
doing it in public, but never the less it felt the right thing to do. We
made small talk as we ate before we went off to our rooms to pick up our
things.
Mark pinned a tan coloured cap to his hair while I added a small brimmed
straw hat which featured a yellow satin band that also fell behind the
back of the head. Having touched up our makeup and taken a bathroom
break, we walked over and joined slowly increasing group gathered at the
1st tee. The field had divided into two groups and we found that ours
was the 3rd off the 1st tee.
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