Break up in Spain
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Break Up In Spain - Part 3 free porn video
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I do feel that I should point out that this is a story and in order to
make a story work to the plot I've imagined, and to ensure that the
things I want to happen do happen, I have to give certain characters
certain traits. Some of those traits may upset some readers, and I do
apologise for that, but at the end of the day please remember that this
is a work of fiction. It is not based on any person, living or dead.
The closest this comes to reality is that some of the things I describe
here are either things that I have actually done (unfortunately not while
being controlled by a woman) or they are things I would like to do.
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Break up in Spain - part 3
Once at the airport Sarah had me drop her off at departures before I went
to return the car we'd rented. I returned the car and went and checked
in. I was extremely self conscious being dressed as I was and I have no
doubt that that self consciousness made me act differently. I certainly
seemed to get close attention as I went through the security and passport
checks. Once in the departure lounge I did see Sarah but I ignored her. I
didn't know what she'd do to embarrass me if I disobeyed the instructions
she'd given me back at the villa.
The flight itself was uneventful. After landing, as we were disembarking
Sarah walked past me and handed me a padlock key saying, "Excuse me miss,
sorry, sir, you dropped this."
I thanked her and we continued the charade of not knowing each other. I
was sure I heard someone laugh when she'd called me miss and then
corrected herself.
I've never been pulled over at customs and I've done a fair amount of
flying. But, as that saying goes, there's always a first time. I was
called over by a customs guy and asked where I was flying from, holiday
or business, and for how long I'd been away. He asked me to put my
luggage on the metal table separating us and to please open the suitcase.
As I did he asked if I was carrying anything for anyone else (no) and had
I packed my bags myself (I lied and said yes, to tell the truth would
have been far too embarrassing ... I thought as I stood there in leggings
and tshirt with a bra and panties for underwear. Once I'd unlocked the
padlock using the key Sarah had given me he asked me to stand backand he
opened my suitcase.
I cringed with embarrassment as he lifted the top of the suitcase to
reveal, neatly packed on top of all the clothes were "my" panties and two
of Sarahs bras! He looked at me and asked me to confirm that this was my
suitcase, I assured him it was. He rummaged through and as he did we
discovered some of the other surprises Sarah had left. Her vibrator,
which was a realistic imitation of a cock, a sundress, and the bikini I'd
been made to wear on that day that changed our relationship.
Adding to my embarrassment was the fact that the tables on which peoples
luggage were searched were off to the side of the corridor through which
people going through customs walked. So as my bag was being carefully
unpacked, the contents piled to one side, there was a stream of people
passing behind me. So as the panties wererevealed, people saw them, a
different set of people saw the sundress come out, etc. I reassured
myself that I'd never see these people again, and that most of them
probably weren't looking anyway, but it didn't really help diminish the
level of humiliation I was experiencing.
He finally declared himself happy, told me I could pack my bag and wished
me a safe journey home. I stuffed everything back just wanting to get
away from there. I hurried out into the arrivals hall. Wendy and Sarah
were waiting.
"What took you so long? Did you get stopped at customs?"
"Yes." But of course they knew that because Sarah had been behind me as
went through customs.
"Oooh, did you have to explain that you went away on a crossdressing
holiday or did they not ask you why you had so many womens clothes in
your bag?" Wendy asked in a voice loud enough to be heard by people near
us. The people near us were acting as if they had heard nothing but I
would bet they were listening, in fact a couple to our left had stopped
their conversation.
"He didn't ask," I replied, taking a step towards the exit, hoping they'd
follow. But Wendy was having fun and wasn't ready to stop yet.
"Wow, didn't he say anything? Surely he might have thought you had the
wrong suitcase? I mean a male with a suitcase of women's clothing?"
"He did ask me if I was sure it was my suitcase, yes."
"Ah. Mind you, people are a lot more accepting these days. I must say,
you're very brave wearing leggings, and is that the outline of a bra I
see there? Oh Graham, I'm so happy that you're embracing your
crossdressing. I did tell you it was nothing to be embarrassed about. If
you want to wear girly things then you should do so."
I played along in the hope that she'd get bored and we could leave.
"Thanks Wendy."
"Sarah tells me you like the name Cecilia when you're dressed, or CC for
short. Well, I'mgoing to call you by your girly name from now on because
us girls must stick together. Give me a hug sissy. Oooh, I must be
careful. If you don't pronounce the C properly the Cee Cee could sound
like sissy! That's a bit unfortunate. My dad would say that any man who
wanted to wear panties was a sissy, but that's not you sissy ... I meant
cee cee!"
By now my face was burning with embarrassment. A woman nearby had stopped
pretending that she couldn't hear our conversation and was openly
watching us with a look of amusement on her face.
Thankfully Wendy decided we should leave and I followed her and Sarah
toward the exit. Unfortunately Wendy was having too much fun. She leant
in to Sarah and they had a quick conversation followed by lots of head
shaking and laughing before stopping. Wendy turned to me.
"Okay sissy, you go to the toilets. Sarah tells me that you have a black
padded bra in your suitacse. Put it on and come join us at Costa for a
coffee. Or, if you'd rather, Sarah can send some pics of your adventures
to everyone on your contact list. She does still have your phone and
knows the code remember."
How I hated the bitch! A few minutes later I was walking toward them at
Costa. I'd seen in the toilet mirrors how the padded bra created two
distinctive lumps in my tshirt and was leaning forward and curving my
shoulders in to try reduce its visibility. As I was about to sit down
Wendy stopped me.
"Cecilia, if you're going to try crossdressing be proud of it. You always
said you wanted to try wearing a bra and now you are. Stand up straight
and pull your shoulders back. Sarah and I would like a skinny latte.
Please go get us one." She smiled sweetly and the two women at the next
table, who were now openly watching us, probably thought she was being a
truly supportive friend.
Sarah stood up and whispered in my ear, "When you're asked for your name,
it's sissy. That had better be the name on the cups when you return."
I joined the queue to order the coffees. I saw some people look at me, do
a double take, or just let their glance linger on me for longer than is
normal, a few of them glanced at my chest. People joined the queue behind
me. I got closer to the till. My moment of humiliation approached slowly,
customer by customer as each one was served so I got closer. Finally my
turn arrived.
"What can I get you?"
"Three skinny lattes please."
"Name?"
My face turned red, I lowered my voice, acutely aware of the person just
behind me. "Sissy."
"CC?"
"No sissy, s...i...s...s...y"
"Sissy. Okay." He wrote it on three cups. I paid and moved to wait for my
name to be called. I made sure to avoid eye contact with the people
around me.
"Sissy?! Three skinny lattes for Sissy." I heard the girl making the
coffees call. Feeling like I was lit up by a spotlight I made my way to
the counter. She smiled at me as she pushed the three cups my way. "Enjoy
Sissy."
Her expression told me she was laughing at me, not with me.
Back with Sarah and Wendywedrank the coffees. Sarah gave me some news.
"Because it's Thursday and you only have to be back at work on Monday,
Wendy and Rachel have organised a gender reveal weekend for you."
She saw the look on my face.
"Ahhh sissy! Don't look so upset. You didn't honestly believe me when I
told you that Wendy would not tell anyone else after I'd asked her not
to? Surely not? You are so gullible! But on the plus side, it's only us,
Rachel, and few of my friends that will be at your gender reveal party
where you acknowledge your secret. None of your friends know. Now, you
have no choice, the party is going to happen, and you will not spoil it
for us. If you spoil it for us we will spoil your life for you. I noticed
you've stopped calling me princess, you'd better start again. And while
we're here, ask Wendy how she'd like you to address her."
"I'm sorry princess. Wendy, how would you like me to address you?"
"Ohhh, sissy, wow, I never thought of it. Let's see ... mmmm ...
Mistress, yes, Mistress, that sounds good. You okay with that sissy?"
"Yes mistress."
Her and Sarah laughed and we, again, headed for the exit. I was now
pulling and carrying all the luggage, following behind them, and Sarah
was on the phone to Rachel telling her that we'd be at her house in just
over an hour and that Graham was really happy and excited about starring
in his own gender reveal party.
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