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Author's note. First let me apologise, my in-experience led me to omit a chapter which caused confusion, secondly for not picking up on the comments that pointed this out. Sorry Sorry Sorry. I've decided to publish what's been written so far in one post with the original chapters to this time. I also took the time to correct some spelling Later chapters will be stand alone. Dianna Y Chapter -1- "Are you certain you've packed everything?" my wife called from the hallway. "Yes I think so," I replied as I ran through a mental check list knowing that once we were on our way it would be too late to return. "Did you pack you new golf outfits and golf shoes?" she asked as she walked into the room and ran a critical eye over my travel outfit. "Oh yes I like that it really suits you." "Thanks," I replied, "I did, do you think these shoes are suitable." "I'd say they are a sensible choice." It was a Friday morning and I would soon be heading off for a long weekend of golf with my long time friend and golfing partner Mark. We had been off on other golfing weekends, but this one would be different, the hotel we were going to stay at was hosting at TV/CD golf weekend. My cross-dressing had started many years earlier, I think I was around 10 when I first stepped in to a pair of panties and slipped into a dress. From there on there would be no turning back. I took every opportunity to dress constantly adding new items as the thrill waned. For me nothing was too feminine, I adored silks, satins, chiffon and taffeta. There was no such thing as too much lace or too many ribbons and bows. Pink was by far my most favourite colour, apart from that I also liked Lemon Yellow and Lilac. Moving into my own flat for the first time opened up a whole new world of possibilities. It wasn't long before my drawers were crammed with lingerie my closet full of skirts and dresses. I wore female clothing from the time I came home of an evening until I left the apartment. I grew my hair as long as I could without causing comments about it. I bought sets of rollers and started experimenting with different hairstyles, sometimes spending a whole day with my hair full of rollers. I bought mostly second hand as everything was much cheaper and to be honest much better quality than new and much was of vintage that I preferred. A lot of jewellery was being sold by people because it was out of date and no longer were fashionable, once valuable items practically given away. I kept my body free of hair below the neck, waxing those areas where I could, the results were well worth the short term pain and after a time it became much easier. Laser treatment for my facial hair was very effective and within six months I no longer needed to shave. I slept only in nightgowns and wore peignoirs over them, all were made from the most delicate fabric with elaborate trim in white or pastel shades. Full length gowns were my preference and full length sleeve most desirable. Feeling my body enveloped in these highly feminine garments was wonderful. Living as I did was a lonely existence; still I could not envisage giving up my clothes as the price of forming a relationship. Then one day it all changed. For several weeks I'd noticed a woman at my favourite coffee shop, each day she would glance at me a give me a short restrained smile, at times when she thought that I was not looking her way, she would study me in depth. Eventually we would nod at each other when one or the other entered the shop. A dress lead to our first conversation. On my way home from a shopping trip where I'd just bought a floral chiffon dress I dropped in for a coffee and cake. She was already there, after ordering I made my way to one of the few empty seats, as I passed her seat the bag fell open and the dress spilled out onto the floor beside her. "Oh that such a pretty dress." She bent down and picked it up. All I could come up with was an embarrassed, "Yes." Her eyes moved from the dress to me and then back. "Suits you." "It's not for me," I answered. She handed the dress back to me and I returned it to the bag. "Would you like to sit with me while you have your coffee, it's pretty crowded in her today." She indicated towards a vacant chair. Two hours later and several more coffees she announced that she had an appointment soon and had better get moving. Before leaving she asked if we could meet here again for more coffee and conversation saying she had really enjoyed the past couple of hours. As she departed she smiled and told me, "Enjoy your dress." My muted, "It's not my dress," was lost on her as she departed. After several more meetings at the coffee place, she asked me if I'd like to join her one night for live show. When I agreed she told me she would let me know the date and since I didn't own a car, she would drive us. She took me to see La Cage aux Folles, I had no idea where we were going and when we arrived at the theatre it was far too late to tell her that I didn't feel comfortable seeing this show. The show was wonderful and despite my embarrassment I still enjoyed it immensely as I drooled over the gorgeous gowns Albin wore through the production. We spent more and more time together over the next few months, she would make the suggestions and I would go along with them. She seemed to enjoy my submissive nature and my wiliness to comply with her desires. When she asked me to marry her I quickly agreed but explained that there was something she should know about me. One evening she came to my flat for diner. After we had dined and wined we sat on the sofa and I told her my story from the beginning. When I was finished I told her, "I love you so much and want to marry you but you needed to know all about me." "Nothing you have told me changes anything," she started. "Your feminine nature has been clear to me for the first time we met and I love you for it." "One thing I should make clear right away, I'll be wearing the white gown on our wedding day." I laughed. "Rightly so." When she came down the aisle on our wedding day, she was beautiful and while I felt a small tinge of envy I had the satisfaction of knowing under my tuxedo I was wearing full set of bridal lingerie in an Oyster colour. Later that night after the reception, we had gone up to our suite. The room was lit by several candles, the bed sprinkled with rose petals and sitting on that bed was a parcel wrapped in pink tissue and topped with a pink bow. "This is for you," said Jane as she handed it to me, "I hope you like it, but you should know that it comes with conditions." I un-wrapped the package to reveal a beautiful pink nightdress and peignoir, as I inspected them a pair of lace trimmed panties dropped out. "Oh they are gorgeous!" I ran my hand over the fabric and shivered at the feel of the fabric. "What is this condition that you mentioned?" I asked. "It's quite simple," she replied, "Come to bed wearing a nightdress and you accept that you will be the submissive partner in our love making, if you like you are accepting what is traditionally the wife's role." I stood there for a moment and processed what I'd just be told. I'd only ever had one sexual encounter and it had been both difficult and embarrassing. Since that encounter, I'd relieved myself when necessary and had not felt the need for a sexual partner. The decision was an easy one. "That's fine by me." Dressed in new nightdress I'd lain on the bed and submitted to my new "Husband." Jane had gently aroused me with her soft caresses as she told me how pretty I was before she started kissing me as she rubbed me through the layers of fabric. Her kisses grew more passionate, then she pushed her tongue through my lips and into my mouth, the feeling of having another inside my body was exciting for me. Before long she had me on my back with my nightdress pulled up and my panties down. Crouching over me, she slowly lowered herself onto my erection; I uttered a small moan as I felt her wetness engulf me. Once I was fully inside her, she started to move up and down, I felt her squeeze as she withdrew and relax as she pushed down on me. She slowly brought me to the edge of a climax, and then stopped leaving me hanging. After doing this for three or four times she finally pushed me over the edge. The sensation was beyond anything I'd imagined possible and even when I felt that I could give no more, she continued. It was the total lack of control, by surrendering to her control I'd been taken where I'd never been before. Later I lay there exhausted knowing that in future I would always wear nightdresses and submit myself to her control. Chapter -2- I moved out of my old flat and into her much large and luxurious apartment, my clothes came with me and most found a home in the spare bedroom. Jane once joked that it was the "Maid's Room," but since she did not have one, I was welcome to use it. We settled into our routine which included me spending one day a weekend dressed as Alice, my alt ego. For that day I was the housewife washing, ironing, washing floors, dusting and polishing. Eventually Jane had decided that if I was going to play the role of the maid, then I should wear the dress of the maid. Before much longer several maid's uniforms hung in my closet. Three were your everyday plain dresses, one in pink, another in pale green and the third a lemon yellow. There was also a black and white satin "French Maid" uniform which was worn over multiple petticoats that held the skirt out at 45 degrees that required care so as to not display the ruffled white rhumba panties that I wore. I must confess though that any time I was near a mirror I would take the opportunity to bend over and admire myself and the ultra-feminine panties that confined my organ. Once a month we would invite Mark and Linda over for dinner on Sunday nights. Jane's friendship went back to school days and it was through Linda that I'd met Mark. We soon became the very best of friends since we both enjoyed similar interests. I would soon discover just how similar we were. As per normal on Sundays I'd spend the day as the maid carrying out all the normal duties of a maid, but I would change back to male clothing prior to their arrival. It was always disappointing to have to change and give up some of girly time, but then again we always looked forward to our dinners. Around three months ago I'd been preparing for the regular Sunday evening visit with Mark and Linda. The house had been cleaned from top to bottom, the washing and ironing completed and diner prepared and in the oven. It was nearing five the time when I normally changed out of maids dress. Jane had called me into the sitting room. I assumed she wanted a refill of her wine. She stunned me when she said, "Alice I want you to be my maid for this evening and I'd like you to wear your formal black satin maids uniform." "I.....I.....can't possibly do that." Words failed me as the image of me welcoming guest into our home while dressed as the maid bounced around in my mind. "There's no need to panic about this Alice you need to trust me when I tell you that this will not be a problem for you." "What will they think of me, how will I be able to look Mark in the eye again?" I asked desperately hoping that Jane would change her mind, the idea of being exposed to our two oldest friends was frightening. Yet deep inside, I wanted to be outed, to be shown as I really was and that was a thrilling thought. Inside my panties my cock was swelling. "I know they will see you as you are, a uniformed maid doing her duties and I am confident that Mark will not have a problem with how you are attired." "Yes Mam," I answered, "will there be anything else?" She proffered her almost empty glass which I filled before heading up stairs to shower and change. As the hot water cascaded down my body my hands explored it taking delight in its smoothness, hair had long been banished and daily applications of body cr?mes and avoidance of the sun had resulted in smooth, soft white skin. The soft and sensuous satin and silk fabrics of lingerie felt wonderful on my delicate skin, it was well worth the effort it took to achieve. I laid out my lingerie on the bed before starting to dress, but first I needed to remove the breast forms I had been wearing, normally I'd wear C cup but the formal uniform had been made for larger breasts and I need to wear DD to fill it out properly. Once they were firmly attached I dropped them into the long line white lace bra and fastened the hook and eyes at the rear. The suspender belt was in a matching lace and I quickly fastened it before rotating the closure to the back. The six suspenders were soon fastened to the black seamed stockings which I always wore with this uniform. I adjusted their length until they would gently tug as I walked. The white panties as always had row of lace ruffles across the back, small pink bows at each side of their waist and a floral lace panel at the front. They slid easily up my stockinged legs and settled around my waist. My black patent shoes had a chunky 3 inch heel and were decorated with gold buckles at the vamp, I eased my feet into them and took a few steps, I moved with easy as I am now more comfortable wearing heels than flats. I stepped into the full skirted petticoat, its many layers would hold out the skirt of my uniform, once around my waist I tied off the tapes fashioning them into a neat bow at the back. The black satin dress cascaded down my body and I settled the skirt over my petticoats before zipping up the back. It featured a broderie anglaise collar with matching cuffs. The white satin apron was trimmed with lace, it was much more symbolic than practical, I placed it around my waist and secured the waist ties into a large floppy bow at the back. Another 15 minutes in front of the mirror and my makeup for the evening was completed. Darker lipstick, more eyeliner and lashings of dark mascara, violet eye shadow and two rouged spots on my cheeks. I pinned the satin and lace confection that was my maids cap onto my head and arranged the two ribbons at the back so they fell straight down my back. My hands were encased in short white gloves which I always wore with this uniform and standing in front of the mirror I checked my appearance and did a few practice curtseys before heading downstairs. I'd been preoccupied while changing, but now I remembered that I would soon be presented to our two oldest and best friends, my heart pounded with apprehension as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Chapter -3- Right on time at six thirty the doorbell chimed and I clicked my way down the hall to answer it. My heart was still pounding as I slowly opened the door to reveal Linda standing there; she was dressed in a dark pantsuit. As she stepped into the hall I dropped into a curtsey. "Thank you Alice," she said as I took her wrap, "you look very pretty tonight." Then my eyes went to back to the door to see a woman dressed in a dark dress with floral chiffon over lay standing there and looking slightly nervous. She had curly blonde hair, immaculate makeup; a set of diamond earrings dangled from her ear lobes and matched the diamond pennant around her neck. "Alice this is Angela," Linda added. As I started to curtsey I realised this was Mark and he was gorgeous. He smiled weakly as he spoke, "Hello Alice, you look very smart this evening," I took her wrap and escorted them into the living room. I spent that evening serving the 3 ladies and after dinner was finished and the kitchen cleaned, I was invited to join them. Mark, it seems had also been a lifelong cross dresser and it was only by chance that one day Linda let it slip to Jane. Once the secret was out it didn't take long to arrange a "coming out event." Linda had not told Mark about Alice until just before the front door opened so it had been as much as surprise for him as it was for me. The night was a great success and Linda was highly impressed with my performance as a maid. She announced that Mark would be taking on more domestic duties and in future would be wearing maids uniforms in future. Jane and Linda also discussed having me train Mark by spending Saturdays working at Linda's home. I had a vision of the two of us with feather dusters in hand mincing around the house cleaning; this vision would soon become reality. The next diner at Mark and Linda's place saw both of us wearing formal maid's uniforms and serving Linda and Jane. That evening I found myself becoming more attracted to Mark and on several occasions when our skirts brushed up against each other's, I felt a growing sensation inside my panties. Later when we had completed cleaning up the kitchen, Mark gave me a hug and for a brief moment our lips brushed, leaving me breathless as a new sensation raced through my body. A few weeks previously he had brought me a printout of a "Golf for Gurls" special weekend and asked me if I would like to go with him. He explained we would travel to the hotel dressed where we would be treated as women for the duration of our stay. We would play in a golf competition with others also dressed as women, a note at the bottom mentioned that only skirts were acceptable on the course. Saturday evening would feature a cocktail hour before a formal dinner follow by an evening of dancing. Sunday would include tennis, but only for those with the traditional white tennis dresses. A buffet lunch would proceed another 9 Hole competition where fancy dress was mandatory. I loved the idea and told him I would ask Jane and let him know soon. "Of course you must go," she told me, "Linda and I are going to Paris that weekend so it is perfect." Now I was waiting for Mark who should be here soon. While I waited I stood in front of the mirror checking my appearance. My dress was navy blue linen with a pattern of white flowers printed over it. The sleeve less dress had a modest rounded neckline and two ties at the waist which formed a large bow at the back. The full skirt extended below my knees and was held out by a full petticoat of tulle trimmed with broderie anglaise. Instead of stockings I'd chosen to wear short white socks with lace tops and Mary Jane style shoes in the same blue as the dress. My two 36D breast forms secured in a sturdy bra, strained against the bodice of my dress and bounced slightly as I walked, a sensation that I never grew tired of. Last night I'd set my hair in small curlers and this morning after removing them I'd only lightly brushed it out before pinning a white and blue "Alice Band" into it. I'd grown up with the fashions of the 50's and 60's and much preferred those to the current styles. Over the years we had sought out vintage clothing, mostly from charity shops and I now owned an extensive collection. The front door bell chimed and I gathered all my bags and made my way downstairs. Jane had already opened the door and Mark was standing outside, wearing a full skirt in a lemon yellow with a frilled blouse in a slightly paler colour, he looked stunning. "You girls enjoy your weekend now," said Jane with a smile. "I am sure we will," said Mark as he took one of my suit bags. As I kissed Jane goodbye see whispered into my ear, "Whatever makes you happy is fine by me." Chapter -4- I was surprised to see Mark had left his BMW at home and was driving Linda's violet coloured Toyota but when I thought about it, I decided it was a better choice for two ladies heading off for a weekend. Mark concentrated on his driving until we were out on the Motorway then turned to me looking slightly embarrassed. "There's been a bit of a hitch with our accommodation." "How so?" I asked with a touch of concern. "Well the hotel rang me earlier this morning and told me that they had double booked some rooms." "Okay, so how does this affect our plans?" "Both the rooms that we were supposed to occupy had already been booked for this weekend and they need to honour that booking," he continued. "Anyhow they offered a possible solution which I hope will be okay with you." Wondering where this was all going I asked, "What's this possible solution?" "We have been offered the use of a premium suite at the price of a single room." He glanced at me, assessing my reaction. I pondered this new information for a few moments before asking, "Does this suite have two single beds?" "Umm," he paused for a moment, "not really, in fact it only has a queen sized bed." "I see," I replied. "Well there is a sofa that I could probably sleep on." I reached across and took his hand in mine, I squeezed it gently before telling him, "That won't be necessary I am sure we can manage nicely in the bed." A smile spread across his face as he replied, "I do believe we can." He took my hand and placed it on his thigh. The weekend was evolving into something unexpected and the thrill of anticipation ran through my body. Two hours later we stopped off at a small and secluded park, where on the banks of a bubbling stream, we set down our picnic blanket and basket. I opened a Baby Cham and we shared it toasting our adventure. Sitting there with our skirts spread out around us nibbling our ham and cheese croissants and sipping our glasses of champagne with the dappled sunshine filtering through an oak tree, life seemed perfect. "Does it get much better than this?" asked Mark as he re-arranged his skirts. I smiled at him. "I don't recall any time I've been as happy as this, in some ways I hope it doesn't end." "Could you imagine living a life in dresses, maybe becoming a housewife waiting each evening for your husband to come home from the office, greeting him at the door with his favourite drink." "That would depend on the husband you had in mind," I answered before continuing, "What about becoming a full-time live-in maid." "I suppose we can only dream, but its time to get back on the road." Just as I had set out the picnic and served everything, I was left to pack it all up as Mark wandered off towards the car. The hotel was located close the coast but some distance from the major road that passed it, access was via a single lane road lined with high hedges. Only glimpses of the buildings were possible as we drove up the laneway. We passed a sign at one point stating the hotel was not open to the public and only confirmed guests were allowed past that point. We drove into the car park where several cars were in the process of being unpacked most of the guest were in dresses, some were obviously male, others much less so and in many cases only small clues gave them away. Most still moved like men seeming awkward with their high heels. Not that any of this mattered to me as long as everyone enjoyed themselves. We found a trolley and stacked our bags on it, it was an impressive pile and about four times the size of our usual amount. We joined the group slowly making its way towards the reception desk. Chatting with other also checking in, we discovered that the entire hotel was booked out for our group and that for these weekends the casual staff they bring in are also CD/TV. The manager was at the reception desk looking very smart in a black two piece suit worn over a white pintucked blouse with a lace collar. He apologised for the confusion over our booking telling us they had left a small gift in our suite. We were then shown to our room by a maid dressed in a traditional Black and White uniform, his name tag said "Lucy." As we entered the small lift, Lucy told us that he always worked on these special weekends. "You get to meet so many people with the same interests as you." The lift made slow progress, but then it had been around a lot longer than any of us. We emerged on the 3rd floor, where Lucy lead us down a short corridor finally stopping in front of a door, on the door a sign proclaimed it to be the "Queen's Suite." "No pun intended," he said as he ushered us into our room. There was a central sitting room with a small bar at one end, at the other a large bedroom containing a Queen sized canopied bed. A door led from the bedroom into a bathroom which contained among other things, a spa bath built for two. Lucy drew back the drapes to reveal a magnificent panorama out over a large bay guarded by two headlands which soared several hundred feet at their tips. "I never get tired of this view," he said, "I am sure you will enjoy it as well." Once he had completed showing us all the features of the room, he dipped into a small curtsey and wished us a very pleasant stay. "I wonder if we could get a job here," said Mark with a grin. "We could always ask," I replied, "I doubt the staff accommodation is up to the same standard as this room though." Sitting on a side table beside a large bunch of roses, sat a bottle of French Champagne and a box of handcrafted chocolates, the card with it said: "With the compliments of Management." There was also a program of events for the weekend, which informed us that there would be a meeting at 5:30pm where the schedule of activities would be explained and any questions or problems could hopefully be dealt with. After the meeting there would be cocktails in the lounge bar, naturally "Cocktail Dress" was requested. I suggested to Mark that we should unpack and put our things away and once that was done we should run our baths and start dressing for the evening, we would wear our cocktail dresses to the meeting so we could proceed directly to the bar when it finished. It didn't take long to put our things away and hang our dresses in the closet, the shelf in the bathroom was covered with our shampoos, conditioners and most of our makeup. Once done I turned to Mark and asked, "Angela, would you mind unzipping me." He stood behind me the skirts of our dresses merging and slowly pulled the zip down before drawing my dress up and over my head leaving me standing in my bra and petticoats. "My turn now," he said as he turned around and faced away from me. A moment later I'd lifted the dress off and he too stood there in his bra and petticoat. This was the first time we had seen each other in our underwear and for a moment we stood still gazing at each othe. Mark then moved forward and embraced me, I hugged him and we pressed together feeling each other's bodies through the silky fabrics, we moved gently and felt the ease with which our garments slid over each other. Then our lips came together and softly brushed across each other, I felt and tasted his lipstick. The next kiss was full of passion; we pressed our bodies' even closer, desire surged through me as I felt his tongue start to probe my lips. Then a hand moved down towards my thigh and I realised that as much as I wanted this I was not ready, I broke the embrace saying, "Not now Darling." Mark looked disappointed as we parted. "Yes! of course you're right, later." As I left him sitting on the sofa and headed off to take my bath and get dressed for the evening, I knew that I would surrender to him this evening. Chapter -5- Later as I lay soaking in the scent foam bath and watching my deep red toenails I considered what was happening here. Ever since that first evening when Mark had come to diner dressed as Angela, I'd felt strongly attracted to him. Yes we had been friends for many years and spent considerable time together. That however, was a platonic friendship; the attraction now was much more of a sexual nature. After our first kiss I knew that I wanted to be with him, to have him explore my body, to admire and caress it. I wanted to feel his hands on my stockinged legs as it moved up under me petticoats and touched my bare legs before gently rubbing the front of my panties. Under the foamy water I was erect, stimulated by my thoughts, I wanted to relieve myself but avoided the temptation I knew there would be plenty of opportunities for that relief later that night. After I finished with my bath, I slipped into a satin robe and made the way to the bedroom calling out to Mark that I was finished with the bathroom. I laid out my things for the night, everything was vintage from the peach coloured satin and lace cami-knickers, the matching bra, suspender belt and petticoat. I'd scoured the charity shops for weeks to find the perfect set, it was definitely one of my favourites and it seemed appropriate for this evening. Once dressed in my lingerie, I opened a new pack of silk stockings; we had found a box of them at the bottom of a pile in yet another charity shop where the lady running it had practically given them away saying, "who wears such things these days." I avoid the temptation to say those of us who appreciate them, thanked her and dropped them in my bag. With my stockings now firmly attached to the suspender straps I stepped into my shoe, the retro style had a block heel and four straps across the vamp that met at the front of the shoe, the colour matched my dress beautifully. My makeup was from the 50's and started with a pink liquid foundation base over which I brushed on face powder. Using rouge I added some deeper colour to my cheeks and temples to give a warm glow to my face. With a black eyebrow pencil I filled in my eyebrows, thick near the nose, they arched up and narrowed to the sides. Black eyeliner was applied along the top of my upper eyelid and extended slightly past the end of the eye. Unscrewing the mascara wand, I gave my upper eyelashes two thick coats of creamy black which really brought them out. I chose a pale blue eye shadow which had been very popular during that period and gently brushed it across my eyelids, before gently blending it in using my finger tip. Finally I removed the cap from the gold cylinder that was my lipstick, twisted the base until the deep dark red tip emerged from within. For me applying lipstick is always thrilling, it's such a sensuous feeling as the smooth substance coats your lips and transforms your face. For now I'll wear a peignoir while Mark dresses, the pink one matches my lingerie so I choose it, once on I fasten the front, there are no buttons simply two pieces of ribbon one on each side and they tie into small bows. Mark came into the bedroom. "Looking gorgeous Alice." "I am not done yet," I replied with a smile as I walked out to the living area. After about 45 minutes, Mark emerged from the bed room, he was now wearing a red peignoir over his lingerie, his stockings were black and he was wearing red shoes with a gold buckle at the vamp. His makeup was probably more a 60s style and was beautifully executed, he looked stunning. "How do I look," he asked as he adopted a pose. "I am liking what I see," I answered, "Shall we celebrate now?" I held up the bottle of champagne. "What a great idea, I'll find some flutes." He opened the bar and delved around before taking out two glasses. Moments later the cork exploded out from the bottle, I filled the glasses and we raised them to toast. "New Horizons." "Yes New Horizons," he responded. Our glasses clinked and we took our first sips. He sat down on the sofa and patted beside him. "Come sit here, there are a few things I want to tell you and now is good time." I eased myself onto the sofa beside him; he took my hand a placed it on his leg just above his knee, his hand remained on top of mine as he started to speak. "It's time for me to confess to some truths." He paused as he looked into my eyes. "Firstly this weekend was not my idea, Linda and Jane suggested that I ask you." "I see, why was that?" I asked as my hand move across Mark's leg. "They are much more than good friends; they have been lovers since their High School days. Both decided that they would have to get married and lead what would appear to be a normal life." Mark took a sip of his champagne before continuing. "Since they are strong and dominant women they sought out men who were less than dominant, men that could be moulded to suit them." "Us." "Yes us, they knew that we were submissive in nature and that we had feminine tendencies even though we thought that we concealed these tendencies. Once they knew we liked to cross-dress the dye was cast." No wonder then that she was unconcerned by my revelation of my propensity for women's clothing it fitted her needs precisely. "So what do you think they expect to eventuate?" I asked as my hand found itself slightly higher up Mark's leg. "Well I believe they sense the growing attraction between you and I." "So what you think they are hoping for, is that we become lovers?" I asked. Now I realised what the last words whispered into my ear before we left this morning had been about, she was telling me I could become involved with Mark. With my hand only inches from Marks cock, I took his hand and set it down in the same location on my leg, we sat there slowly moving our hands up and down never quite reaching our goal, each waiting for the other to take that step. "I think it's what they are hoping for." He removed his hand from my leg. "I know it's what I want, how about a refill?" With our glasses now full again, we decided that it was time to finish dressing and made our way back to the bedroom. Mark removed his peignoir revealing that he was wearing a strapless bra. He removed his dress from the garment bag, it looked stunning with three layers of fabric, an underdress of red satin, a second layer or red lace and the third layer of red chiffon. Tightly fitted around the bodice it flared out dramatically from the waist and reached down to just below his knees. I helped him into the dress and once it was in place zipped up the back. He wore a ruby and gold necklace which suited the dress perfectly along with ruby and gold drop earrings. I helped pin a red bow to the top of his head before he pulled on a pair of elbow length red satin gloves. Now it was my turn. I took my dress from the bag, blue lace with a silk lining; it featured a crew neck and full length sleeves, a fitted bodice a full skirt. The lining was sleeve less and the neck line rounded finishing just above my bra. Mark helped me lower the dress over my head before zipping me up and I stepped into a multi layered petticoat which gave the skirt real fullness, like Mark I too wore a bow at the back of my head, mine was a blue that matched my dress. Once my earrings and a small locket were in place I added short white gloves to finish off. Just before 5:30 we made our way down to the conference room, joining a stream of other men, all now dressed in semi-formal wear, taffeta and satins featured strongly along with sequins and boas. Inside the room the conversations were full of "divine," "gorgeous," and "darling," as compliments flew around. The noise subsided as Grace, the co-ordinator of the weekend appeared on the stage with a microphone in his hand, his ample body was dressed in a floor length black sequined gown that strained to contain him. With his blonde curly hair and over the top makeup he could have just arrived from performance at the local drag club. He welcomed back those who had attended previous weekends and then those of us attending for the first time saying he hoped we would enjoy our time and return for another weekend in the future. He then mentioned that there would be a, "Wedding," themed weekend later in the year and those interested could put their names down, early birds would receive a 10% discount. Mark squeezed my hand, "That sounds like an opportunity for another weekend away." "Do you think they would let us come to it?" I asked. "Yeah I am pretty sure, we can always put our names down and if they don't agree to it, just cancel." "I'd love to do it, please." I returned his squeeze. The remainder of the meeting was a mundane affair, full of minutiae that made little impression as it entered through one ear and exited via the other. Grace finally announced that the meeting was over and the chattering throng moved en-masse towards the Lounge Bar where a group of maids stood ready with trays of drinks. We spotted Lucy in the line of maids and moved over towards her. "Good evening Lucy," I said as I reached for a glass of the sparkling wine. "If I may suggest it Mam, the Sauvignon Blanc is something special." She smiled. "You have inside knowledge?" I asked as I replaced the sparkling wine and took the wine she had indicated. "Only that I know it well, it's from my vineyard." "You have a vineyard? what on earth are you working here for." "Well the vineyard is work, here is pleasure and it does offer fringe benefits." By now the crowd was growing around her, so we moved away. I pondered the "Fringe Benefits." Small groups had formed around the room, from snippets of conversation it seemed that these were people renewing their friendship. Some were simply standing alone looking slightly left out, so Mark and I moved next to one, he reminded me of a well-known police detective from the North. He was wearing a pink chiffon creation with its hem around the knee, pink butterfly glasses with diamant? insets. His grey hair had been styled in a short but feminine manner. "Hi Clarissa," I said, reading his name from the tag of the front of his dress. "This is Angela and I'm Alice, is this your first time here?" "Aye it is and I am feeling a bit out of my depth to be honest, anyway its nice to meet you." His accent confirmed that he was indeed from the North. Our conversation continued, we talked about what we were wearing and our taste in fashion and other interests. Soon we were joined by, "Violet," he obviously had a thing for that colour since his dress and accessories were almost completely in that colour. "Hello ladies," he said as he joined our circle. "I'm Violet do mind if I join you, this is my first time here." So our group swelled to four, the conversation resumed and we started to talk about each other including what our occupations were. Now I know we as a group, cover a whole range of occupations but when Clarissa revealed, "I'm the skipper of a Tugboat." It came as quite a surprise, he went on to reveal that he also owned the tug, in fact he owned a fleet of them. "I must admit that these days I am rarely on-board, I'd much rather be home with my dressmaking." He explained that he had made the dress he was wearing and would take orders for dresses from other cross dressers. "I usually just recover my costs, it's really just for the pleasure of being creative and its much kinder on the hands than the boat." He chuckled. Violet then spoke, "I fly for an international airline, so I spend a lot of time away living out of suitcases, but then I have long breaks between trips so I get to spend a lot of time as Violet." In the background a gong sounded for dinner, I asked Clarissa and Violet if they would care to join us for dinner and they readily agreed. Once in the dining room we were shown to a table for four and handed menus. As we were reading through them, Lucy came to the table; he was carrying another bottle of his wine and four glasses. "With my compliments." He placed them on the table. "Don't mention it to the manager," he added as he poured out a glass for us to taste. "If you need any more just give me a wave." I needed to spend some time with Lucy when he was not working, there seemed to be a bond forming, is this what he meant by fringe benefits, I mused. Our meals arrived and as we slowly ate we moved on to marital status, Clarissa and Violet revealed that they were both single, though Clarissa had been briefly married many years ago but when forced to choose between "Clarissa" and the wife, chose "Clarissa." "What about you ladies?" asked Violet. "We're married," said Mark. "To each other?" asked Clarissa. I laughed. "No! Not to each other, we both have wonderful wives." "How do they feel about you being here this weekend?" asked Violet, as he topped up our glasses and emptied the bottle. Mark replied, "It was their idea and right now they are in Paris and we hope they are enjoying themselves as much as we are." "Are you both playing golf tomorrow?" I asked. They both nodded that they were, so I asked, "Would you like to make up a foursome?" They both agreed that they would join us on the links in the morning. I saw Lucy glance towards our table and so I nodded to him, soon after another complimentary bottle arrived. As the contents of this bottle evaporated, the conversation became more animated covering almost everything, but avoiding the "elephant" in the room, sex. At one point I felt Marks hand on my leg, gently caressing it and sometimes squeezing it lightly. At one stage Clarissa appeared to notice what was happening and a frown made a brief appearance on his face. Around 8:30 a quartet appeared and took up residence on the small stage at the end of the dining room, shortly after that the lights dimmed and they began to play. Recognising the mainly older audience, they chose slow romantic numbers familiar to most of us. At first the dance floor remained vacant, and then an adventurous couple took the first steps. Soon quite a few couples were making a slow progress around the dance floor. Mark looked at me with a quizzical expression, I smiled and nodded. For me this was a whole new experience, I'd never danced in a dress before, nor had I danced in high heels and as Mark took the lead, never followed before. Okay so it wasn't "Strictly Dancing," but after a short period we began to coordinate our moves and I learnt to move backwards in heels. The sensations from dancing in a dress and heels were new; I loved the feel of my dress as it brushed against my stockinged legs, the swirl of my skirts as I turned and most of all the feeling of security from being firmly in Marks arms. That song from My Fair Lady kept running through my mind, without a doubt I could have danced all night. We took a break after about 20 minutes and found another bottle of wine had appeared at our table. Clarissa complimented us on our dancing before asking if I would dance with him. He turned out to be an accomplished dancer and I easily followed along with him. When we finished, he thanked me and said he had really enjoyed dancing with me. I told him it was a pleasure for me too. At 11, the lights came back up and quartet started packing up, we bade farewell to Clarissa and Violet until we met again in the morning. Picking up our clutches we walked slowly back to our suite holding hands. The wine and dancing had lessened my apprehension and I had determined that tonight everything would change. When we entered our room we found it lit by several candles, in an ice bucket sat another of Lucy's bottles of wine, the bed had been turned down and sprinkled with rose petals, a note on the pillow simply said. "Enjoy L." Through the large windows we could see the bay lit by moonlight with the white capped wave rolling in and crashing on the rocks at each point. Nat King Cole was crooning, "When I Fall in Love," through the audio system. I turned towards Mark and held out my arms. We embraced, drew closer until our breasts were pressing against each other's, Mark's head inclined to one side and I felt his lips on my neck, his kisses soft and loving. "Should we get changed?" I asked. "mmmm okay, you first." Mark nudged me towards the bedroom. -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- 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 laid back and occasionally muttered, "Oh." I started to revel 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 thinking 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. Lying 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 murmured 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 nightdress 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 submissive 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 preferred 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 sixties, 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 bosom 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 one?s self into a bra and I always felt a thrill as I did. My slip was a simple white with just a modest amount 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 that?s 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 beginning 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 it?s also starched and has an edging of lace around the frilled bottom of the cap. "Hello Lucy," I greeted him, "I was hoping to speak to you this morning." He bobbed 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, you?re 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 didn?t know where 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 lifted 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 it's 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. Chapter -6- I'd played golf for some time now but never while wearing a dress or with "D" cup breasts. On the practice putting green I'd almost fallen flat on my face as I leant forward to line up a putt, the others enjoyed a good laugh at my expense. Our turn came to hit off, we'd drawn for partners and Mark had been paired with Clarissa, Violet and I would make up the other pair. This was to be a 4 ball best ball Stableford so only the best score from each pair would go on the card. Mark and Clarissa won the toss and Clarissa made his way onto the tee, for today we would be playing from the Ladies Tees, he placed his pink ball on the tee and took out his driver. With a smooth swing he sent the ball on its way, at first it was down the centre but then it started to fade to the right before coming to rest in the first cut rough. Mark sent his drive down the middle and was well placed to put his next shot on the green. Next it was Violet's turn, he was wearing a Lilac coloured Tennis Dress, sleeveless with a full skirt that reached mid- thigh. He bend over to place his ball revealing the white ruffled panties he was wearing, I caught myself starting at his legs, they were totally hairless and creamy white. His drive started to the right but then drew back and eventually stopped just past Mark's ball. Now it was my turn, as I stood there a gentle breeze moved the skirt of my dress across my legs, as much as I enjoyed that sensation it was distracting. As soon as I started to swing my club I realised that my balance was completely different thanks to extra weight on my chest. In the end it wasn't all that bad a shot, not as far as I would have like, but still near the centre of the Fairway. Violet and I took the opportunity to talk about our likes and dislikes as we made our way around the first nine holes. We discovered that we had many things in common and we able to talk in depth about some of those interests. After a few holes I was becoming more comfortable with both my swing and Violet. As we made our way down the 7th he started to tell me about how lonely his life was. "I spend so much time away from home it's difficult to establish any relationships." "Have ever thought of marrying?" I asked. "Well I don't dislike women but I don't see myself finding one that I would want to spend the rest of my life with." He reflected for a moment before continuing. "I want to wear the dresses in any relationship and that does make it much harder." "Do you see yourself as being Gay?" I posed the question tentatively hoping it was not too personal. "No! One of the cabin crew tried to get me into his bed one night while we were in the States but I wasn't interested." By now we'd reached the green and joined the others, Clarissa then sank at 20ft putt to give them a lead or two points. Not to be outdone Violet sank his 18 footer and picked up three points, moving us into the lead. I am not sure what came over me but I embraced him and much to my embarrassment I kissed him on the cheek. We moved off down the 8th and again found ourselves together. Violet seemed deep in thought but then he turned towards me. "What just happened back there?" Feeling somewhat embarrassed I tried to explain myself. "I am so sorry, I just got so excited that I forgot myself, please forgive me. He resumed his silence and we walked on until he turned towards me again. "There is nothing to forgive, I so much enjoyed that moment, I wish it could have continued, I think you are beautiful and I know that I want to get to know you even better. I know its a lot to ask but perhaps you might visit me for a short stay sometime in the future, I'd love to take you to dinner and the theatre." It took me a few seconds to process his words and to reply. "Violet that is so kind of you and yes I'd love to visit you when it can be arranged and by the way I've always wanted to go flying in a bi-plane, can you manage that?" "For you anything is possible," he said with a broad grin. We held hands for the remainder of the walk to the green. I wondered if Mark had noticed this but it seemed that he and Clarrisa had also be absorbed in their own conversation. When we walked off the 9th we were square again. We head back to the Terrace where lunch was being served. Like breakfast, this was also a buffet, there was a range of foods to chose from but the Quiche was by far the most popular. We found a table and made ourselves comfortable. Violet sat beside me and we chatted about the highlights of the morning. What's lunch without a glass of wine, Clarissa had organised a large carafe of an acceptable white. Relaxing in the sun we slowly drank our wine. I was admiring the impression my lipstick covered lips had left on the glass when I felt a hand on my leg. The hand moved slowly up my thigh, I looked at Violet and smiled my approval. With lunch over I announced that I'd have to visit the "Ladies" before resuming our round. Violet said that he to needed a comfort stop and would come with me. Once inside the toilet I pulled Violet into the oversized disabled cubicle and latched the door. We embraced, gazed into each other's eyes for a brief moment before bringing our lips together. As we kissed our arms dropped down below our waists and we pulled each other tight. We were both erect and could feel each other through the thin fabrics we wore. Eventually we broke apart realising that this was not the best timing. "That was awesome, I never knew that I could feel such passion," said Violet as I sat to relieve myself. "I have to see you later on, I don't know when yet but can I come to your room?" We swapped places. "Well I'm in 204 and I'll be in my room between 5 and 7, I'll chill a bottle of wine for us." I wasn't sure yet how I would arrange things but for sure I was going to be there. We adjusted our dresses and moved out in front of the mirrors where we touched up our makeup and especially our lipstick. Back at the 10th tee Mark and Clarissa were still deep in conversation when we arrived. "Are you girls ready?" asked Clarissa as he picked out his driver and walked onto the tee. The lead changed several times during the second nine. Violet seemed inspired while I was distracted, my mind was wandering ahead pondering the possibilities the afternoon might bring. I was also really enjoying being outside and experiencing the joys and freedom of being in a dress. In the end we lost by 2 points, but I doubt Violet was too concerned and I certainly wasn't. It had been a wonderful day out for us with the promise of more to come. We all embraced touching cheeks as we shook hands. Since the results and presentation would not be until later at dinner, we returned to our rooms. "How did you enjoy your day?" Mark asked gazed out the window. "Very much," I replied. "You seemed to get on very well with Clarissa." I added. That seemed to unsettle Mark for a moment. "He's a very interesting person and we share many interests." "Such as?" I inquired. "He collects Vintage cars and he's brought a Jag here for the weekend and we are invited to go for spin in it." Opportunity presented itself. "When does he want to do that?" "In about 30 minutes," he replied. "I think that would be a great idea, but I need to put my feet up and rest, especially if we will going dancing again tonight. So I'll pass but please thank him for the invitation." Mark looked quite happy at my declining the invitation and I wondered if there was more going on than he was revealing. In a way I hoped there was. I took myself off for a shower and when I emerged from the bathroom Mark had changed into deep rose coloured skirt and a pale pink twin set. "I am off now," he said as he briefly kissed me, "enjoy your rest." "Be good," I said as he went out the door. Chapter -7- I dressed in the grey lingerie set that I planned on wearing that evening, it was one of my favourite sets, and the black lace that decorated it went so well with the grey silk. I would wear a full length slip under my gown but for now I'd left it off, instead I slipped into a waltz length white petticoat. I wasn't sure what to wear over the top, in the end I chose a fairly simple pink satin robe; it was also waltz length and had long sleeves with wide cuffs. There was minimal decoration, just some pink lace around the neck, hem and cuffs. I added a pair of silver backless sandals with 2" heels before spritzing myself with Sensous by Estee Lauder. Violets room was one floor down and close to the stairs, so I decided that there was little chance that I would meet anybody on the way and even if I did, it really didn't matter. I dropped the room key into my purse and after another quick check in the mirror, I head for the stairs. I'd guessed correctly and I encounter no one en-route to Violet's room. Once there I took a deep breath then I tapped once on his door. "Coming," he called out and a moment later the door opened to reveal him. Dressed now in a black chiffon and lace robe, he looked gorgeous. "Come on in Alice." We brushed lips in greeting as I entered. It was a large studio room with a Queen sized bed at one end, a moderate sized bathroom and a sitting area with a sofa and two chairs. "This looks very comfortable," I said as I looked around. "I like room to spread out," he said with a smile. "That's a beautiful robe you?re wearing," I said as he gave me a twirl. "I bought it in Paris for special occasions, this is only the second time I've worn it since then." "Well since this is a special occasion shall we open that bottle of white you mention previously?" "Of course, why don't you sit down." He indicated towards the sofa. While I was getting comfortable he took to chilled glasses and a bottle from the fridge, removed the top from the bottle, placed the glasses and bottle on a tray. He carried the tray over and sat it down on a coffee table in front of the sofa. He poured a small amount into one glass and offered it to me. "Would you like to taste?" he asked. "No! I'm sure it will be delightful, just fill it up." We sat side by side on the sofa, glasses in hand. "A toast?" he asked as he brought his glass up to mine. I thought for a moment before proposing, "The next hole in one." Violet responded, "The next hole in one." We burst into laughter. "You are talking about golf now, aren?t you?" "Of course I am," I answered. We sat silently for a minute or two slowly sipping our wine, I am no expert but I knew this was not from the bottom shelf. In the background Verdi's La donna ? mobile' from Rigoletto was playing. "I love the opera, though I've never had the opportunity to attend a performance." "We could go together," replied Violet. "That would be nice." I reached over and placed my hand on his leg and pressed gently, "That's something I'd really look forward to." He smiled. "I'll add to my list then." He moved his hand to my thigh. "Any other requests?" he asked. "That's something else I like." I told him as his fingers moved over my legs with a gentle caress. "In fact I like it very much." "It?s on the list now." "I hope there is room for some other likes." "Here's another like for the list." I leant over and kissed him, I felt a tingle run through me as he responded. As our lips remained locked our hands continued their exploration, mine found an opening in his robe and was rewarded by the feel of naked flesh. Violet emitted a quiet moan as his hand moved down my legs and under my robe. We were both extremely aroused when we broke apart, Violet took my hand and led me to the bed, he then closed the drapes leaving the room in semi darkness before removing his robe leaving him only in his bra and panties. He joined me on the bed. "This is new territory for me now," she whispered. He slowly unfastened the buttons down the front of my robe before laying it open. He then eased it out from under me Before working my petticoat up and over my head leaving me only in my bra and knickers. We rolled on to our sides facing each other, moved closer until our lips were almost touching, closed our eyes and kissed. This time he took my hand and placed it directly on his panties, I could feel his swelling under the thin fabric. He utters a soft moan when I grasped him. I continued to massage him through the panties and as I did so he grew rigid. Hands grasped at my knickers and deftly tugged them down leaving me naked apart from my bra. I rolled Violet on to his back, moved his legs apart and knelt between them. He looked up into my eyes in expectation. I leant forward and pressed myself against him, only the delicate silk of his panties separated us. My erection grew rapidly as I slid up and down rubbing our organs together. Soon he was moaning and thrusting up against me. I was fast nearing an orgasm and really hoped that Violet would be first. "Oh god!" he cried, and then twitched as soon as I felt the wet warmth I climaxed as well. We lay there lost in the moment. Then he pushed me off and onto my back and we changed positions. "That was incredible," he said, "I've never felt anything quite like that, thanks so much." He brought his lips to mine and kissed me firmly. "You will add that to your list won't you?" I asked when his lips left mine. "I should think to the top of the list, well at least for now." His lips met mine again as he tried a few tentative rubs. Sadly for now at least we were done. The clock on the bedside table was showing 6pm and dinner was set for 7pm. "I have to go and get ready for dinner now." "Mmmm Ok." I pushed him off and went to the bathroom to clean up as best I could; I pulled my knickers back on before I lowered the petticoat over my head. When I came out of the bathroom Violet was holding her black robe. "I want you to wear this, it?s very special to me and so are you." I admit I was worried that Mark might notice the robe but decided I want to wear it irrespective of what might occur. "How sweet, I'd be honoured to wear it." She helped me into the exquisite garment then fastened up the front. We kissed passionately for a few moments. "See you at dinner, Darling," I said as I exited the room. Chapter -8- There were no people around as I made my way back to my room. When I entered the lights were off and Mark was nowhere to be seen. On the bed was the laundry I'd left for Lucy that morning. A note pinned to it said: "With our compliments L." A light was flashing on the phone indicating that I needed to call reception. I picked up the phone and called. The vintage Jag had apparently broken down and Clarissa and Mark were waiting for a mechanic to arrive. "Broken down." Hmmm I wondered about that one. I decided that another shower was in order after my tryst with Violet. As I stood there with the hot water cascading down over me I was thinking about how this weekend trip was taking a different course than the one I'd been expecting. The bond between Violet and I was growing stronger by the minute while Mark appeared to be attracted to Clarissa. It seemed unlikely that these new relationships would affect the bond between Mark and I but I wasn't certain yet. After I'd showered I re-dressed in the bra, knickers and petticoat I had worn earlier before I took my gown from the closet. This was another vintage gown, a beautiful teal blue colour it's very striking, but the highlight is the cummerbund style satin waist band which falls into a lovely double folded bow at the back. The gown had two layers of tulle on top of a taffeta lining and features a sweetheart neckline under a tulle overlay. This was such a feminine gown. I chose a pair of silver sling back shoes to wear with the gown, they were a moderate heel and I felt they would be easy to dance in. My earrings were silver pendants with sapphire stones, they attached using small screw clamp which had to be tight lest they came loose. Since I'd never had my ear lobes pierced my choices were limited when it came to earrings. I added a few essential items to my clutch, it was satin and in a very similar colour to my gown. After checking my makeup I drew a pair of elbow length satin gloves on, picked up my clutch and headed down to dinner. We had already reserved a table for four and on arrival I shown to it. I'd barely been seated with I saw Violet enter the room. She look stunning in a Lemon Yellow gown it featured a beaded gathered pleated bust line and silk beaded straps. The soft fabric fell straight from the bust line in gentle pleats. Violet spotted me and waved then made his way over to our table. He received some nice compliments from some of those he passed, well deserved, I thought. We brushed lips before he settled into his seat. "Where's Clarissa and Angela?" he asked, looking around the room. "That's another story," I replied. "They took Clarissa's Jag for a run and its gone and broken down on them, it's anyone?s guess what time they will get back, so for now anyway it?s just us." I'd already taken the liberty of ordering a bottle of Champagne and that arrived just after Violet. Two flutes were filled and we touched glasses. "sl?inte." "sl?inte agad-sa," Violet responded. "You have the Gaelic?" I asked. "Only a few essentials." A maid brought the menu to the table, for tonight there would only be two choices from each course. As a consequence it did not take long to decide and place or order. Violet reached out and took my hand as we sat waiting. "I?m still tingling from earlier, my heart rate is still high, but God! it was so wonderful and I need more of you." He squeezed my hand. "You?re not the only one who needs more." I squeezed back. "I love your dress, it looks like it?s from the 50's and I do so adore that period." He fingered the fabric for a moment before answering, "I don't think it?s an original, rather a copy made later, but I am a devotee of that period." "I really don't like modern fashions," I replied, "I can still find a lot of stuff from the 50's and 60's and for the most part that's what I wear. "It's much the same with Me," he said. "My first dress was of that era, full skirt over layers of petticoats; I needed a spare closet for just my collection of petticoats." Our main course arrived and there was still no sign of Mark and Clarissa it appeared we would be just the two for the evening. I began to consider other options for after dinner, more time with Violet was top of the list. There was a break before the dessert course while the presentations for the day?s golf were made. There was a prize for Mark and Clarissa which I accepted on their behalf. Violet collected a bottle of champagne for us as runner up in our grade. Tomorrow there would be a 9 hole competition in afternoon, fancy dress was required, Male characters were banned. The range of costumes was available in one of the smaller conference rooms; they had been grouped into sizes for convenience. A note from reception arrived with dessert. Clarissa had called to advise that the mechanic had been unable to resolve the problems with the Jag, they would be forced to spend the night at a local pub. I passed the note to Violet and watched the reaction, he looked extremely happy. After dessert and coffee I asked Violet, "Do you want to stay for the dancing, or should we go make our choices from the costumes?" "Let's try out the costumes," he replied with a smile. Being among the first to leave gave us a decent selection of costumes to choose from. For me it had to be the "Little Bo Peek" costume, it ticked all the boxes. Violet chose the "Dorothy" costume for Wizard of Oz which would have been my second choice. "What will we do now?" he asked as we made our way upstairs to our rooms. "How about you take your costume to your room, then change into something comfortable and come to my room." "That sound like a good plan, better give me around 30 minutes." "See you soon." I left her on her floor and continued up to my room, my anticipation was running wild now. Chapter -9- Back in my room I quickly stripped off everything I'd been wearing. I fastened a black satin bullet bra around me before slipping my arms through the shoulder straps. Next I hooked a suspender belt around my waist and attached a pair of fine black silk stockings to the suspenders. Stepping into a pair of black lace came-knickers I ease them up my legs. A black lace trimmed chemise follows, it only reaches mid-way down my thigh, perfect. I select a pair of silver backless sandals with a moderate heel and step into them. Finally I take Violets black robe, slip my arms into it, then slowly fasten the buttons down as far as the waist, below that remains open. I reapply my make in the vamp style with strong red lipstick, thick black eyeliner and dark blue grey eye shadow. I glue a set of false eyelashes to my eyelids, with three coats of mascara they are totally over the top, I love it. My wig is a black bob cut, at the front the fringe comes down to my eyebrows; the side are collar length and curved in towards the bottom. Our bottle of champagne is in the freezer having a rapid chilling, there is a set of flutes chilling in the fridge. I light several candles around the room before switching off the last of the lights. One of my collections of The Best of Opera was playing in the background, everything seemed perfect. I took a seat and stared out the window at the moonlit landscape. There was a soft tap at the door. I opened it to reveal Lucy standing there, he hold another bottle of wine. For a moment he seemed confused. "Oh Alice!" Recognition dawned. "For a moment I thought I had the wrong person, you look ravishing." He paused for a moment as if searching for the next words. "I heard that Angela is stuck out at some pub and I thought you might be lonely." He looked down at the bottle he held. "Seemed like it might be a good time for us to get to know each other a little better, do some more wine tasting." Oh dear! This was awkward, I really did want to get to know Lucy, in more ways than one, but with Violet likely to arrive at any time, this was not the moment. "Lucy dear that's so kind of you." I took his hand as I explained further, "Violet wanted to talk to me about something important," this was becoming a juggling act, "but if you could come back later, that would be wonderful." "I could do that, I am supposed to work til midnight, I'll give you my pager number and you can call me when your free." "Great!" I found a notepad and he gave me his number. "I can put your wine in my fridge and keep it cool." He handed me the bottle and as I took it, I leant forward and gave him a brief kiss. "Is there anything else Madam requires?" he'd dropped into a curtsey. For a second I wondered why, then I realised that Violet was approaching. "No thank you Lucy, Goodnight." He turned a with rustling of petticoats and made his way down the hallway, as he passed Violet he bobbed and wished him, "Evening Madam." I stood in the door and greeted Violet, brushing cheeks as I took his hand and led him into the room. He was wearing an elegant pink Silhouette lace and nylon tricot peignoir set. The semi-sheer nightgown featured a gorgeous European stretch lace bodice, neckline and shoulder straps and a silky, flowing skirt. There was a delicate satin bow with tiny pearl accents at centre front. The matching robe featured a stretch floral lace lapel; bodice, midriff waistband and cuff trim along with ruched shoulders. The robe fastened only at the bodice with 3 pink pearl buttons. "I couldn't find my black robe so this was the next best." He smiled. "Just divine, simply gorgeous." We walked across the room the sibilant hiss of our robes quite audible over the music. "I love your perfume, what is it?" I asked. "Amouage," he answered, "I bought in Dubai on a stopover, you're the first I've ever worn it for." "Makes me want to eat you all up," I said as I moved closer to him. "I'll add that to the list then." We stood gazing out on the view for a few moments, my hand which had been on his shoulder dropped down below his waist and I began rubbing his bottom. "Mmmmmmm I like that." He moved closer. "Drinks?" I asked, he nodded yes. I took the champagne and two flutes from the fridge and placed them on a tray. Violet was still staring out at the vista, obviously deep in thought. I was easing the cork from the champagne when it exploded out of the bottle with sharp crack. As it flew past him, Violet let out a squeal. The cork continued out through the French doors and disappeared into the night. "Violet I'm so sorry; it just got away from me." I took him in my arms and held him close. I could clearly hear his heart pounding as we stood there embracing. "Come sit down," I guided him to the sofa, "I'll get our drinks now." I brought over the tray and sat it on the small coffee table, carefully poured out two glasses and handed one to him. "? la n?tre." He brought his glass to mine. "? la n?tre," I responded. We sat silently for a few minutes savouring the wine, I did not recognise the label but it was evident that it was among the top ones. "Let me guess, Cote de Blancs?" I joked. "On a stopover." "Fortnum & Mason, passing through." he smiled and added, "this is the first time I've shared a bottle with anyone else." "I appreciate that." I leant over and kissed him, his arm reached around my shoulder and drew me tighter against him, our lips remained locked together, my eyes closed, his perfume filled my senses and that tingle ran through my body, I felt myself stiffen as my heart beat increased. "How did you start dressing?" I asked as I continued to caress his body through the soft fabric. "That's down to the Drama teacher at my primary school." We kissed again before he continued with his story. "I attended a boys school and each year there would be a school production near the end of the school year." His robe was open and revealed his legs through the sheer fabric, my hand started to stroke his leg as I listened. "The lead was always given to a girl from our sister school but the rest of the roles were filled by boys. I was so embarrassed when I was chosen. When I protested that I didn't think I was good enough, they told me to just do my best. That night when I got home I told my mother and sister. They decided that they would help me by teaching me how to act and move like a girl." Violet paused as he recalled that time. "Then we were gathered together to hear what our roles would be, they went through each cast member until my name was called, I stood up. "Parlour Maid." I sat down and the allocation of roles continued. We started off just reading through or lines and being directed around the stage. Then we were told that those playing female roles would be rehearsing in costume or close to costume for the rest of the rehearsals." By now my hand was stroking Violet through his lace panties, he was growing stiffer with each caress. I really don't know what prompted me to do so, but I moved off the sofa and knelt between his legs. I gathered his nightdress and pushed it up over his knees, his soft white bare legs were now exposed. "After rehearsals we were sent to the costume department where I was given a black maids dress, a white pinafore apron, a lace cap and a pair of black shoes with 2" heels. They gave us a garment bag to keep everything in and it was suggested that we take our costumes home so we could practice wearing them." I was kissing him now, I'd started near his ankle and was slowly moving upwards, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever done. I knew what I wanted; I hoped he wanted the same. "When I got home that afternoon my sister asked what was in the bag. Once I told she decided that now was a good time to start my training. I protested that I wasn't ready for this, but she overruled me. In her bedroom we opened the bag; she asked where the rest of my things were. That's all there was I'd told her. Never mind she said as she hunted through her drawers. Strip, she'd told me and then put these on, they were a pair of nylon panties. When I told her that I couldn't she simply said that I should get over in and get them on. She turned away as I took my things off and pulled on the panties. Next she fastened a bra around me and padded it out." I kissing had progressed as far as his knee, I moved to the other leg and started again at his ankle, there would only be one first time and I wanted this to be memorable. "She gave me some black tights after showing me how to roll them and draw them up my legs, she commented that I should really get rid of what hair I had on my legs. I slid my feet into the shoes, they fastened across the top and proved to be a good fit. The dress was open down the front so I put it on like a coat, then fastened the buttons. I did struggle with those buttons until it dawned on me, they were the other way around. With my dress on she gave me some petticoats to wear under the dress. I stepped into these and pulled them up, they held the dress out from my body. The white pinafore was edged in lace and had ruffled shoulder straps, I put it on then she tied the waist straps into a large bow. My hair was quite long for those days and after she had run a brush through it a few times and teased it out, she pinned the maids cap to it." My head was now between his legs and above his knees, his white skin was so soft and without any trace of hair, the scent of his perfume was strong here. He had gone quiet now other than the occasion low moan. By now I'd rubbed off all of my lipstick as I emerged I looked at him, eyes closed and lying back. "Don't stop now, I really want this." "Just need to touch up my lippie," I told him as I reached into my bag. Back between his legs I resumed my kissing until my face was touching his panties, I reached up and grabbed the waistband then tugged them down and off. With him now naked below the waist I brought my face back until I was almost touching his penis. His hand reached out and held me head for a instant, then he slowly pulled me closer. At first I just brushed against it with my cheeks, then I extended my tongue and drew it over his sac, the two lumps inside it moved as I licked them. "Oh that's amazing," he said. The big moment arrived and moved my tongue to the tip of his penis; I licked the end of it and tasted the fluid forming there. Now I pursed my lips and moved them over the tip taking him into my mouth. Another line had been crossed, putting it crudely I joined the ranks of "cocksuckers." Here I was on my knees with the sexual organ of another man inside my mouth, how humiliating, how wonderful. Violet was pushing against me trying to force herself deeper, I slid my lips along her shaft until my face pushed into her. It's hard for me to describe my feelings; part of me is saying this is wrong, stop! but that's not going to happen I am driven to take this to completion. I start moving back and forward, slowly in the beginning but as he responds I up the tempo. We have the advantage as men, we know exactly what we like and I am able to utilise this knowledge to pleasure him. I sensed that he is near orgasm. I paused, I wanted this to last longer. He took hold of my head and tried to resume. I pulled back off him. "Trust me," I told him, "let's not go too fast." "Yes of course." He relaxed. I stroked him slowly with my fingers. "Finish you story I want to hear it all." "Once I was dressed my sister stood me before the mirror, a young girl dressed as a maid stared back at me. I suppose I should have been shocked or uncomfortable or something along those lines. I was a boy and I was dressed in female clothing that surely was wrong. I should be wanting to tear them off and reclaim my status as a boy. Yet I was strangely serene, I did not hate the foreign garments the feeling of the delicate soft panties around my sex was wonderful. The movement of my petticoats as walked around was delightful. I turned and watched as my skirts flew up exposing the white lace of the petticoats. This was when I should have demanded to be released from this feminine state but I was already a captive to the joys of the petticoat." While he talked I took him back into my mouth and began to take him towards the verge of a climax. He stopped talking and there were only occasional moans from him. His penis was red from my lipstick, it was smeared along his length its presence reminded me just what I was doing. He was rapidly heading towards an orgasm, my lips moved up and down faster and faster driven by my excitement. I wanted to stop and make this last longer but that was proving harder than I thought. Then as a cry escaped his lips he twitched and I felt the spurt of semen start to fill my mouth. I wasn't ready to take all that, not the first time anyway. I pulled my lips away, the jet continued and most of it landed on my face. The feeling was incredible, I'd pleasured another to ejaculation, my reward coated my face and slowly dripped off. (to be continued)