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The programme for the conference looked reasonably interesting and made
the long flight over yesterday the only bad bit. As my firm's chief
product engineer I had a lot of freedom to travel and I only needed a
simple excuse to come to Florida for a couple of days and that was good
enough.
It had been easy to get a taxi and the chatty driver had filled me in on
all the local gossip, before dropping me off at my hotel. I had booked
it myself a while ago, my secretary. could be too nosey at times. I had
told her that I was taking a short break without elaborating she could
make up her own mind.
I was n't really here for the courses: the real reason that I had come
over was to collect something that I was so worried that if it was sent
direct to me in UK would attract too much interest from Customs. There
was no way that they would ignore a large and heavy parcel what ever was
written on the outside. I could accept whatever the duty would be, but
not, certainly not the embarrassment of accepting delivery by our post
man who I had known for years, and was the best source of gossip
locally. His tales of goings on by my neighbours could have filled a
book, maybe two. Even worse still would have collecting it from my
firm's post room, a hot bed of rumour and worse. So I'd collect it
locally and bring it back in my luggage.
What a difference the internet has made to buying rare and exotic
things, many you didn't know even existed. I had spent long evenings
researching for the most realistic love doll, yes that expressly: I
learnt about height, hair and eye colour, weight and the number of holes
that could be had, big or little boobs including several things that I'd
never thought of ~ did I want her to talk and so on. Once I had finally
selected the One, then I had to decide the best way of getting one and
importantly getting her home.
Simply place the order, pay by card, get it delivered to the hotel, fly
over, attend the conference briefly, pack her in the case and collect it
from the carousel at Heathrow and walk out through Nothing to declare As
a frequent traveller, I knew the ropes.
There was nothing exceptional about the flight, usual meals, films and
crowds. Miami airport was air conditioned, but the wall of heat as I
stepped into the taxi was a change from the chill of UK. I settled back,
relieved at its coolness too. As we drove along I could see that the
conference was well advertised, every street had big posters up
We pulled up outside the hotel and the usual bell hop welcomed me and
took my very large case away. He looked a bit surprised at how light it
was, but didn't ask as he lead me to reception. He hovered meaningfully,
a quick pass of a five dollar note, allowed me the chance to register
straightforwardly. I was told my room was C18 and armed with a pass card
took my case quickly away to the lifts. Again everything was simple, I
stepped out at floor C and followed the signs, and opened my room and
stepped straight in.
Stood in the corner was a tall narrow box addressed to me, by an
envelope stuck on the front. I tore it open to find a receipt and a
booklet all in Japanese,. which I quickly flicked through, but apart
from some pretty obvious diagrams could n't read a word of it. A
separate card printed all in red fell out, again in Japanese over a
picture of an exploding bomb with lightening strikes all over it, I left
it on the floor, because I reckoned things would make themselves pretty
clear with use. Nothing like a good trial drive was there.
Jet lag disappeared as I pulled apart the various flaps to open it up,
there like a baby in a cot was my girl. To say I was delighted just
wasn't anywhere near how I felt. Everything was perfect 'her' soft skin,
classic Scandinavian hair, clear green eyes, long sweeping eyelashes and
yes her breasts: perfect globes barely supported by a black balcony bra
which set them off to perfection. So did a cleverly placed tattoo of a
butterfly on the cleavage side of her left breast, almost ready to fly.
Naturally I had to squeeze each one in turn, then back again, before
running my hand down to inside her thighs to pluck at a suspender
holding up her black stockings. The really important bit was just
visible through the gap in her black lace panties. I realised that I was
getting too excited and forced myself to stop exploring every little
bit, I'd save that up for later.
I knew that I was far too worked up and needed to come down to earth,
the easiest way would be to join others arriving for tomorrow's events.
My room seemed to be in the middle of a corridor, left turn was n't
signed so I went right and found the lift quickly. The usual cluster of
people not knowing quite what to do with themselves was in the foyer
being offered drinks by a couple of neatly dressed girls. I tried a bit
of small talk for a while, but it was no use, my mind was on one thing
only, I had very important matters to attend to, so claiming tiredness I
left them to it.
Carefully locking my door I stripped off everything on the spot, my
socks were the last to go, flicked away to give me freedom, before I
tenderly lay my girl out on the bed. I could n't keep my excitement back
and quickly climbed on top and shortly found what I was looking for. The
pent up desire had made me very capable and in I went, driving as deeply
as I could reach.
I grasped her backside and made one last thrust as far as I could go,
then everything seemed to explode inside me as I reached a peak of
tension, I was lost in a whirlwind of pent up emotion that left me
gasping for breath, everything within my head throbbed and swirled
around with a roaring, throbbing pulse till it finally peaked, settling
and leaving me dizzy and strangely confused.My mind was behaving like
trying to tune in a radio, for a moment all was clear then indistinct
noises came and went before briefly settling on one line of thought to
rapidly change to something quite different.
Slowly as I lay still, the tempest passed, but how come I was laying
flat on my back? I had been on top thrusting as hard as I could, whilst
looking deep into her wide open green eyes. Yet I could feel the cheeks
of my backside broad and deep into the bed and my back arched,
definitely I was facing upwards as I could see the ceiling high above me
whilst the slowly moving fan sent air down over my face and body. I was
so short of breath, taking in deep gasps of air from all the exertion of
minutes ago and it was lovely to feel the cooling breeze helping me to
recover gently. But it was all a mystery to my sluggish mind how I was
lying differently.
I felt sore and moved one leg slightly and then the other wider apart
and reached down between them ~ nothing. My exhaustion disappeared in a
flash as my fingers searched for what made me a man, but yes it was not
there, definitely absolutely nothing, instead I found a wet opening
running between my legs. I pushed deep into it to find that I could n't
get to its bottom, though there seemed to be several folding edges. In a
state of shock I just had to sit up instantly to see whatever was really
there or not. That was difficult because as I did so, a cascade of
blonde hair fell forward over two bulging breasts cupped perfectly in a
black bra making it difficult to see anything at all lower down.
Totally bewildered I swung my legs off the bed and stood up and dizzily
looked about me. I was completely alone, my 'girl' had disappeared,
there were no men's clothes anywhere, but I had black nylon stockings on
my legs held up by a now intimately familiar suspender belt, the front
neatly arched up over my certainly bottomless opening.
I reached down again, wow that hurt ~ my long finger nails dug in
painfully trying to avoid the folds as I tottered towards the mirror
over the dressing table. That was so different from how I had left it
earlier, its top was covered with bottles, sprays, and tubs, nothing of
mine was there. It was as though I was in a completely different room.
Hardly had I looked at my reflection when there was a knock on the door,
which opened and in came a room maid and before I had a chance to speak,
she said, "Good morning Missie, can I make up your room? You sure had a
busy night didn't you, that English dude certainly had the hots for you,
didn't he. Will you be seeing him again, I guess you are fully booked
anyway? I really don't know how you do it, believe me."
"Well Emillie, probably not, he's away home today."
The words came out in a sultry Southern Belle accent; all soft and
feminine. I clapped my fingers over my mouth as though to stop it
opening, and realised that I was still standing there in black
underwear, bra, crotchless panties, suspender belt and stockings. For a
moment I was appalled, what could she be thinking, seeing me being
dressed up all like that, then it was woman to woman, just natural.
"Just give me ten, I need to freshen up a little."
"OK let me know when y'ous ready." With that she left closing the door
gently.
I sat down in front of the mirror, gazing deep into it, trying to come
to terms with what had just happened. Instinctively I picked up a brush
and ran it through my hair, straightening the long twisted blonde
strands. That helped me think, not a lot really ~ I was no longer a
design engineer, but judging by Emillie's remarks probably a hooker,
admittedly a better class one, but 'on the game' none the less. Was I
English still or a local?
I pulled open a drawer and there were the usual hotel folders and notes
welcoming me back again and hoping that I'd enjoy my present stay. It
was dated four weeks earlier, so I'd obviously been quite a long term
resident. No wonder Emillie was so frank with her remarks! It was n't
just the date that made me think but it was quite clearly addressed to
Jane Seymour. Well at least my initials were the same.
So here I was now presumably a citizen of the good old USA, perhaps with
some official papers, having to live on my charms, which on close
examination were many. That made me realise that I was busting to use
the john, odd how the word came so naturally, I quickly made my way to
the bathroom and for a brief second stood in front of the open pan. Once
again my fingers with their long nails found nothing to grasp, but
instead pulled down my panties, crotchless or not I was n't about to
mess up my new role.
Sitting down I felt my backside spread comfortably over the seat and
letting it all flood out with a noisy hiss was therapeutic, with each
passing moment I found myself less and less John and increasingly Jane,
almost as though I was flushing out of me down the pan. I flicked my
hair aside only to see that there was the familiar butterfly posed on my
breast and then a quick dab, a pull up and a rinse, I was quickly back
in the room facing the closet. It had twin doors, both with full length
mirrors on the inside, which when correctly held showed a back and front
reflection. Again there was no sign of man clothes, but a row of skirts
and dresses, over racks of shoes. I wondered how I had managed to get
that lot into the hotel alone, but remembered that I had been resident
for a month or more and had probably bought many things in the city. So
I was a shopaholic too.
Yet again I found myself doing some things without thinking as though I
had done them all my life, maybe I had, because I could n't remember
ever learning them. I sat down in front of the mirror again feeling the
spreading cushion of my new behind, and squinted at my image whilst
brushing mascara through my eyelashes, a brief dusting of colour on each
cheek and then pouting my lips at myself, I coated them with a mid pink
lippy. Each step followed the other without any thinking, it was so very
different from my usual morning shaving process. As I stood up I
remembered to put a dab of perfume behind each ear, which triggered a
hunt for earrings, which were there in front of me all the time in a
mother of pearl box. Actually there were half a dozen or more, but a
pair of thin silver hoops seemed ideal, especially as they were clip on,
I was n't certain yet if I could use studded ear ones in a hurry or even
if I was pierced at all. All the time I could n't get away from the
thought in the back of my mind that there was something odd about what I
was doing, almost as though I was watching somebody else doing it.
I discovered that after what had been a massive work out in body and
brain earlier I was now starving and the inner woman needed satisfying
right now and it was getting very late for breakfast, so I quickly
sorted out a pink tee shirt and navy jeans from the closet. I knew that
the clips of the suspender belt were a bit annoying, so quickly got rid
of the panties and belt in one go flicking them behind me onto the bed.
I opened the top drawer certain that was where my undies were and of
course in neat rows were folded bras, layers of knickers and rolls of
stockings and tights. I wanted to be as relaxed as possible, so took out
a pair of seamless white nylon stretch panties. They fitted like a
second skin up and over my waist, smooth and gently supporting over my
fanny.
Actually when I pulled on the tee shirt, which I realised that I should
have done sooner, before putting on my face, I discovered that it had
two tails dangling between my legs, so reaching down I found that they
popped together, which pulled the neck opening down so that the top edge
of my bra was just visible. I wondered if its blackness would show
through, it did, but only like a shadow not really provocative, though
that must depend on your point of view. Certainly the twins made
themselves very apparent structurally.
Next came the jeans which were really stretchy, nothing like my normal
pair, they were made of some elastic material which fitted me so well, I
pulled them up high, tight over my butt, before I did up its sparkling
belt covered with tiny crystals like those on the pockets. The crotch
outlined the double fold between my legs surprisingly comfortably too,
things and clothes were definitely very different from anything I'd
known before. There was a pair of strappy white sandals at the bottom of
the closet which slipped on easily, then a quick brush of my crowning
glory and a final check in the double mirrors, then a brief call for
Emillie to do my room and away I went.
I remembered where the lift was from last night and went down to the
breakfast room, quite separate from where I had been yesterday. Entering
the large white room I could see individual tables laid with white
cloths, silver cutlery and crystal glasses, all brightly lit by the wall
to wall windows. The ma?tre d' swept towards me
"Good morning Miss Seymour, and how are you today, your usual table?"
"Fine, thank you Andre."
I found myself speaking in that exciting new voice and began followed
him; striding out manfully, but suddenly Jane took over ~ my back arched
so my boobs were thrust forward whilst my backside automatically
balanced things by swaying itself clearly behind and my pace had to
shorten automatically. Quite simple really.
He didn't lead me in straight line between tables but managed to pass a
number of occupied tables, some by couples, on a twisting path over a to
a far corner where I could see and I realised be seen, by everybody
coming in to eat, getting there had taken me past a number of single men
eating alone as well, at least one of whom I recognised. I made
absolutely certain that they didn't miss me as I passed close by, Jane
automatically knew that I had of course to advertise my wares at any
time or place to pay the rent.
Slowly my mind was changing from the hunter; well, a lusting male, to a
woman with a body for sale and rather enjoying it. The lingering gaze,
the paused fork at the mouth, the lowering of the cellphone seemed to
follow me like a ripple as I sauntered by The scorching glare from their
women companions said it all ~ I was hot and I really felt it. Yes it
was definitely what I was born for.
Andre let me sit before spreading a napkin on my knees. lingering a
little too long I felt as he bent over me, before leaving to seat
somebody else. It wasn't long before he was back with a tall well built
deeply tanned, mid forties and expensively dressed man who he sat down
alone at the next table, though there were others still unoccupied
around, as he left he smiled directly at me and nodded his head.
Now I was really being tested; was I still John inside, or had the
blonde truly taken over? I tried to decide how to make contact because
here was custom for me carefully set up by Andre, I'd never had to do
anything like it before, I'd always bought, never sold. I briefly smiled
at the newcomer, not certain what to do next though I discovered that I
had already got a little damp down in my jeans, surely not, I should n't
be remotely influenced by customer's looks should I? Fortunately he
grinned and flicked his fingers at me, but quickly turned to call over a
waitress in an obviously experienced manner. It was then that I grasped
just how Andre liked to play his little games, because he sent over an
Hispanic waitress who seemed to have every possible gift to satisfy a
hungry male ~ lustrous black page boy hair, a full to bursting white
skimpy blouse over a black skirt so short that any level of imagination
could see where the long long legs ended and a mouth that must eat
strawberries all night long. Really far too tarty for such an upmarket
hotel.
I couldn't see how she got away with it, but guessed Andre was involved.
With a fresh surge Jane poured in like a flood, and she made clear that
she expected service this very instant and that huzzy had better get off
her patch pronto, well not in exactly those words but the anger and
jealousy was poring through my/our veins. Now I really knew, I was
really mad, as a woman I was being upstaged by a bitch and he, that man,
was mine. The anger had wiped John clean away and Jane was now
absolutely total.
I swung my head so that a swatch of hair landed across my bosom which I
set out as far forward as I could, and I glared towards Andre who was
standing a few tables away, laughing silently at me. I turned back
towards 'my' man who was staring at me with a grin on his face.
I ignored him and splayed my fingers out in front of me to check my
nails, each one in turn; then I adjusted my earrings so they shone
through my hair properly. To complete the display I ran a finger slowly
along the top of my tee shirt, then back and plucking it over the bra
edge with a distinct 'tuck' noise as I let it bounce back. Quite how I
learnt to do that, only Jane can tell, but it helped me cool down
mentally enough, so that when the waitress came with my usual breakfast
order I could smile sweetly at her. It had n't stopped her serving me so
that she was between us, cleverly blocking his view of me. Even she, the
tart, could n't spin that out for too long, though naturally she turned
away towards him before she left. I watched him out of the corner of my
eye, was he checking me out or not? I was certain that I had made a hit
but he just sipped his coffee and seemed engrossed in the menu.
Well perhaps he was gay and I was wasting my time, it is so hard to
tell. Anyway a bit annoyed at my failure, with breakfast finished I went
back up to my room, which Emillie had made up perfectly. Now forget my
earlier attempt and concentrate, how should I spend my day successfully?
I had noticed a surprising number of single men at breakfast, it should
n't be difficult to see what the day would bring.
But first I really needed a shower, last night had been exhausting and I
should have had one earlier. Whatever, I quickly stripped off, coiled my
hair on top and slipped on a cap then stood allowing the water to run
down through me, back and front, top to bottom, in and out of course. As
I luxuriated I thought about what I should wear, would he be around and
what about all those single Limeys? Briefly I thought about spending a
day by the pool, in a bikini, no, that would be too obviously plying for
trade. I had my standards after all.
I stepped out and dried myself before letting my hair down. The answer
would have to be in the closet, what I chose would decide what to do.
Decisions, decisions, ~ remember, the bottom line must always rule.
Opening the closet wide, I could n't help admiring my figure, a thrust
here, a spin there, a arched spread to finish, none got me anywhere.
Less selfying ~ more effort.
I ran my fingers along the rack, pulled out a floaty maxi dress covered
with pretty flowers, then pushed it back. No, today not outside, but be
in the cool of the conference room. Actually not in, but just outside
the entrance which I had spotted had a number of deep chairs and tables.
So the executive style it had to be and yes there was a black pencil
skirt and several white blouses. I pulled out some and lay them on the
bed, there was n't much contest the one with a frill all down the front
was it. So bare leg, stockings or panty hose, black, tan, or nude? In
the end tan hold ups clearly won, just in case of success and certainly
white undies, nothing too obvious but delicately lacy. I was in no hurry
so once I'd done up the bra and pulled on the knickers, I sat down to
draw up the hold ups, making sure that the tops were lined up equally
and holding. The blouse and skirt only took a couple of minutes. There
was no debate about shoes; black patent high heeled pumps completed the
outfit, well almost, a further hunt and I found a small silver bracelet
which slipped easily onto my right wrist.
Ready for trade I picked up a black executive case to look the part and
set off for the conference. It was in full swing, so I found a suitable
seat near to the entrance and sat back with my legs crossed neatly at a
slight angle. Nothing obvious about Jane, she was a star all right.
Glancing about as I settled I could see the two door keepers weighing me
up, cocky lot, and one eventually came over and asked if he cold help
me. Jane really surprised me in her language, he went back to his buddy
red faced. His fish clearly were too small to fry.
I was getting bored, crossing and uncrossing my legs, opening my case
and shutting it, but at last a horde of people pored out of the room, so
I guessed that the lecture must have finished. Again I spotted a couple
of men that I knew, but how or why did I? Were they previous customers,
they didn't seem to remember me which was annoying and not at all
flattering. Not that it mattered as three men drifted over to try to
pick me up, all the usual stuff, What is a nice girl like you doing
here?''Are you here for the conference?" And so on.' I smiled easily
though inside laughed at their attempts, was there nobody amongst all
those men worth encouraging? I was n't an easy lay and expected quality
custom. A slightly more attractive man did offer me a coffee, but it
slowly dawned on me that I was wasting my time, they were not in my
league financially or for that matter physically. My body had its
standards to keep up after all, I was a class act.
A bell sounded and the horde flowed back into the room, so swinging my
legs I stood up, straightened my skirt and turned to leave. It was
pointless me joining there was nothing for me there and I wandered back
over to the foyer.
"Jane, Jane" ~ a deep voice made me stop. "I think that this must be
yours." Honestly I hadn't planned it, but here he was holding out my
case. " Why yes, it surely is, how did you get it?" "One of the
attendants did and it has your name on the outside, so here I am;
nothing planned and I really want to get to know you, so how about a
morning Martini?" Was this hook line and sinker, whatever never look a
gift horse and so on. "Why yes, that's mighty sweet of you."
He took my arm without asking and lead me through to the heat of the
pool bar. I immediately recoiled and said that I felt totally out of
place, surrounded by men and women in their swim gear and that I'd
rather change out of my office clothes if we were going to stay.
"Jane that's great idea, why don't I come along and hang around till you
are ready?"
Well what a chance. He pressed himself close to me going up in the left,
as though it was full of people and took me by the hand as we walked
along to my room. I was almost skipping.
I stood while he slowly undressed me, unclipping my bra with experienced
hands, finger dropping my panties, sliding down my stockings: kissing
and tonguing each time and driving his knee into my crotch, until I was
naked. With barely a pause he dropped his pants and grasping my waist
threw me back onto the bed. I lay there breathing quite heavily, my
breasts lifting upwards towards his open mouth. He kissed my nipples
until they stood up and one hand gently parted my legs whilst the other
lifted up my back. Then and then I felt him hot and hard drive himself
deep and deeper into me, as I opened up to him, he plunged down inside
me time and time again as I lifted up to let him reach as far as
possible within me. I flexed with my knees apart and pushed up. His
skill and power was so much greater than my usual customers that I found
that I just could not ignore it, I was utterly overwhelmed. He thrust
and thrust till I could hardly breathe when with a yell he drove home.
My head spun and everything was totally confusing, it hurt so much and
got worse than anything I'd ever experienced. I screamed out with pain
and must have passed out.
Slowly the hissing and roaring inside my head subsided and I knew that I
was spread over a naked body, I was, well sort of, actually laying on
the bed on top of my new toy, which stared up at me with those lovely
green eyes. Was I wrong or was there a slight smile of satisfaction on
her lips?
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