The torment of Casey
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Our luggage was looking a bit tired, so we decided to purchase some new.
It seemed sensible to get two smaller cases rather than one large
suitcase. It would be easier to move and carry. If one of us went away
alone, or if two of us went away just for a weekend, one smaller case
would be enough.
The only problem was that when we arrived at our holiday destination,
only one of the two cases appeared on the luggage carousel at the
airport. We made enquiries and were eventually told that the other case -
my case - had been misdirected. The airline would get it re-routed and it
would be delivered to our hotel. It should arrive before breakfast next
morning. We explained the situation when we got to the hotel and they
provided me with shaving tackle and a toothbrush.
We explored the city and had a nice dinner before settling down in our
hotel room for the night. While I was in the shower next morning, my wife
rang Reception to be informed that there was no sign of the missing case.
The receptionist advised buying clean clothes as required and to make a
claim against the airline, or failing that against our travel insurance.
When I came out of the bathroom after showering and shaving, my wife gave
me the news. "Well, dear. I can lend you some of my clean underwear for
now and we can go shopping after breakfast. I've probably got a shirt you
can wear as well - you spilt a little wine down yours at dinner last
night." She searched through her case and handed me a pair of pink
knickers. "I think these will fit you," she said.
As soon as I stepped into the silky knickers, memories of my teenage
years flooded back. The times when I'd been alone in the house and had
sneaked into my mother's bedroom to try on her underwear. She had had
undies like these knickers, soft and cool against the cheeks of my
bottom, the feminine fabric enclosing my maleness with illicit
sensuousness...
I suddenly realised that my wife was grinning broadly. "I can see you
like wearing those," she laughed. I felt myself blushing. Putting women's
underwear on today had had the same effect on my genital region as trying
on my mother's knickers all those years ago. And it was an effect that
showed no sign of abating.
My wife handed me a pair of pop-socks and a cream blouse. I put them on
in silence. There was no point in trying to refuse them. Not with the
obvious and persistent evidence of my arousal. Fortunately the blouse was
a fairly loose fit and not very tailored, so it didn't look outrageously
feminine. But the buttons and button holes were on the opposite sides
from those on a man's shirt. And the collar and cuffs were not
particularly manly. There was a little motif on the left breast pocket,
but this would be hidden by my jacket.
By the time I'd put on my jeans and shoes, my knickers not longer
contained a tent-pole, just a sizeable bulge. We went down for breakfast.
It was only when we returned to our room that I remembered that I'd been
going to wear my jacket.
We went out shopping. But not to any menswear shops. "I know what sort of
knickers you prefer," she laughed. Not wishing to be seen searching
through selections of ladies' underwear, I waited near the store doorway
while my wife bought a few things. When she re-joined me she had a
shopping bag that seemed to contain more than a couple of changes of
pants. We dropped off the shopping at the hotel and went off to do the
things that we would normally on holiday, seeing the sights, visiting
interesting buildings, eating a light lunch, and so on. Although I was
able to forget that I was wearing feminine underwear some of the time, I
did keep getting reminders as the silkiness of the knickers caressed my
skin...
That evening as we returned to our room after dinner my wife hand kept
stroking my bottom. Once again I was very aware that I was wearing silky
pink knickers and by the time we reached the room I had a throbbing
erection. I was soon standing in the middle of the room wearing just my
blouse, knickers and pop-socks, while my naked wife stood close to me,
fondling my balls through the sensuous fabric of my knickers, her breasts
brushing against my body.
A few moments later I was lying on my back on the bed, still wearing the
same things, but with my knickers pulled down to mid-thigh. My wife was
astride me, totally in control of our love-making. Finally I exploded
inside her. It was as if the pleasure of wearing knickers all day, with
the consequent repeated semi-erections, had caused my balls to fill
themselves to bursting point and were now pumping themselves dry. My wife
leaned forward, her breasts just in front of my face, as her cunt seemed
to squeeze the last juices out of my cock. She kissed me and we lay for a
while until my shrinking cock finally slipped out of her.
She got off the bed and stood at the side of it. "Pull your knickers up
and come here," she said. "All that stuff you squirted into me is
starting to trickle out." As I knelt in front of her she held my head in
place as I dutifully lapped up the love-juices, my lips kissing her
labia.
When she was finally satisfied, she let me get up. "Thank you, darling,"
she said. "That was wonderful. And now I've got a little present for
you." From the shopping bag she handed me a burgundy nightie and some
clean pink knickers. I took off my other clothes and put on my new
things. The nightie was rather like a slip, with broad shoulder straps.
It was only just long enough to hide my knickers. It felt divine and one
again I was reminded of my teenage dressing up escapades. But there was
no erection. I was too exhausted. We got into bed and I was soon drifting
off to sleep in her arms. I felt as if she was cuddling me like her
daughter. Or perhaps more like her son dressed up in pretty girlish
clothing.
The next morning after I emerged from the shower she informed me that she
had checked with Reception and that the suitcase had still not arrived.
"But don't worry, dear. I got you a few new things. Just in case."
As soon as I stepped into my new peach knickers, I knew that they were
just as sensuously stimulating as the pink knickers from the day before.
"And look," said my wife. "I got you a bra as well. It's got AA cups, so
it won't be noticeable under your shirt. But since I know you like
wearing knickers, it's a pretty safe bet you'll enjoy wearing a bra and
knickers!" She helped me to put t on and to adjust the straps and
fastenings to ensure a good and comfortable fit. She played with my
nipples through the fabric of the bra-cups. "Bra and Knickers, Bra and
Knickers." she whispered with a little giggle.
She handed me a new pair of pop-socks and a white shirt. Well, she said
it was a shirt. But it looked rather more like a blouse to me. And it
felt like I was wearing a blouse when I had it on. But perhaps that was
because of the bra.
As there was still no sign of the suitcase we would need to go shopping
for more clothes for me. "I'll have to go on buying women's clothes for
you," said my wife. "If we are going to make a claim for all the
additional purchases it will look odd if we buy both men's and women's
clothes when only one of our cases went missing." She was watching me as
she said this. We both knew that this was rather a weak argument. But I
knew I had hesitated too long. My silence meant that I had accepted her
decision.
So the following day, with still no sign of the suitcase, I found myself
walking to the shops wearing not just a bra and knickers under my blouse
and jeans, but also a suspender belt and stockings. As we walked around
the shopping area, looking in the windows of various clothes stores, we
stopped in front of a display of dresses and skirts. My wife pulled me
close to her and spoke quietly. "Wouldn't you like to wear a dress
tomorrow?" She could tell I was startled and an little upset by the
suggestion. "There's no need to worry, darling. We're on holiday here.
Nobody knows us. I can do something with your hair. Even if somebody
realises you're a man in a dress, they won't know who you are or where
you live. And we're only going to be here for another couple of days
anyway."
My initial reluctance faded somewhat. It was true that we were a long way
from home. My wife would be with me to support and look after me. I had
often wondered all those years ago, what it would be like to go out in a
public place wearing a dress. Now perhaps I had a chance...
After breakfast the next day, we went back to the hotel room and my wife
helped me on with my new blue dress. We had deliberately chose a dress
with not much shape in order to conceal my lack of bust, hips or slim
waist. The hem of the skirt was a few inches above my knees, but quite
long enough to cover my stocking-tops. I wore some unisex sandals. My
wife quickly did something with my hair to make it look less masculine.
We both examined my appearance in the long mirror on the wardrobe. "You
look very pretty, dear," said my wife. "Nice legs, too. I think you
should keep them shaved like that."
We left the hotel and walked along to the museum. It was very strange
being out in public and not wearing trousers. I suppose girls and women
get used to wearing a skirt from an early age. But I was very aware of
the absence of trousers and had the strong feeling that at any moment
people would be able to see my knickers and stocking-tops and suspenders.
If my skirt bounced up as I walked, or got moved by a slight breeze. And
if this should happen, not only would I be displaying my pretty pink
knickers, but also the tell-tale male bulge in them.
I don't know whether people thought we were a couple of acquaintances,
friends, or "an item". But I noticed how male eyes looked at us. At our
legs and busts - I was a little disappointed that I didn't have more of a
bust to ogle. Probably they were watching our bottoms as well. "Don't
ever look back," advised my wife. She gave me a whispered reminder to
keep my legs together when we sat down in a caf?.
I did gain a little more confidence as the day wore on. We went on a boat
trip, and once or twice I did have to hold down my skirt as a cheeky sea-
breeze threatened to display my underwear and reveal my little secret. I
was relieved to get back to the hotel without any incident. And indeed,
once back in the security of the hotel room with no fear of being in
public view, the delicious sensation of the freedom of a skirt, the soft
silkiness of my knickers, the tautness of my stockings and suspenders,
and the gentle but insistent grip of my bra straps all combined to bring
my cock to throbbing attention.
And when my wife sat beside me on the edge of the bed, and when she put
her hand on my knee, and when I parted my legs to allow her fingers to
explore up my skirt, I closed my eyes and imagined my self to be a
teenage girl submitting willingly to her horny boyfriend...
My wife treated me to a blow job. We had a little snooze before dressing
(conventionally - outwardly at least) for dinner.
I wore my dress again the next day. We went to a shoe shop and I manages
to find some shoes to fit me. They only had one and a half inch heels,
but I was amazed what a difference they made. My legs took on a more
feminine shape. My bum stuck out more. I had to walk more daintily. And I
was more aware of my stockings tugging at my suspenders with every step.
And swishing as they brushed together. I began to regret that this was
the last day of our holiday. Tomorrow we flew home. To normality? (I
wondered if everything would be quite the same from now on...)
It was quite a squeeze to get all my new clothes into my wife's suitcase
next morning, along with all her things as well. I didn't pack all my new
things - I was wearing a new blouse, with my bra, suspenders and
stockings under my male jacket, jeans and shoes. And a pair of silky
knickers, of course.
We went down to Reception and my wife waited on one side with our
suitcase while I went and checked out. "Thank you Mr Willis," said the
smiling lady receptionist. "See you again soon!" "Well, maybe," I
replied. The receptionist laughed. "Your wife told me that this visit had
brought back many happy memories for you. She thinks you'll be back
soon!" She giggled as if she knew a little secret. "Oh, and by the way,
Mr Willis," she went on. "Your other suitcase is here for you. It arrived
several days ago, but your wife said you didn't need it."
Hortense
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