UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER
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Synopsis: After celebrating his daughter's betrothal Henry unexpected
finds he has the house to himself and decides to indulge his secret
fetish. But he doesn't know that there's someone else in the house.
An Unexpected Encounter
By
Belle Gordon
Henry Adams lay in bed savouring the moment, knowing it was one of those
rare occasions when he would have the house to himself. Sophie had
arrived home from college the previous evening with her boyfriend and had
announced that they were engaged to be married so his wife Doris and his
daughter had crept out before dawn to catch the early train to London on
a shopping trip to buy things for the wedding. To celebrate the
announcement several bottles of champagne had been consumed and Henry had
gone to bed a little bit drunk.
With a rising sense of anticipation and pleasure he'd phoned his office
and told his secretary that he was not well and would not be in for work
that day. Stripping off the flannel pyjamas, which he hated but which
Doris insisted he wore he padded naked to the bathroom. After showering
and shaving his face and legs he climbed into the attic and retrieved the
suitcase in which he kept his secret stash of lingerie. It contained many
items of feminine underwear that he had accumulated over the years as
well as an expensive real hair wig and realistic breast forms.
With mounting excitement he selected the pieces he wanted to wear then
began the ritual of transforming from a middle aged man into a mature
sexy woman. First he clipped the lacy pink suspender belt around his
waist then slowly drew the nylon stockings up his legs savouring every
exquisite moment as they slid up his newly smoothed legs before fixing
them to the tabs. Once happy that the stockings were straight and taut he
pulled on the matching lace panties and tucked his already hardening cock
away. The bra came next. He loved wearing bras; of all the items of
clothing a woman wore a brassier made him feel the most feminine. A bra
was worn exclusively by women; there was no unisex equivalent for men.
Even a skirt could be worn my men as a kilt but not a bra. Hooking the
clasp together at his front he swivelled it around his chest then pushed
his arms through the shoulder straps. He inserted the life-like breast
forms into the under wired cups and adjusted the flesh-like mammaries so
that the nipples stood proud in the centre of each lace cup.
Sitting before his wife's dressing table mirror he skilfully applied some
of her make-up to his eyes and lips. He was limited in what he could use
as his wife didn't own much; she scorned women who used excessive make-up
accusing them of being sluttish. Satisfied with the effect he borrowed a
pair of her earrings and clipped them to his lobes. He'd always regretted
not having his ears pierced when he was younger; it was out of the
question now of course. He fixed a gold chain necklace around his neck
then finally secured the blond shoulder length wig on his head. He used
Doris' hair brush to straighten out the tangles then shook his head from
side to side to allow the hair to fall naturally.
Going to Doris' wardrobe he took out a beautiful white satin and lace
negligee. He'd bought it for her last birthday but she'd never worn it.
He knew that she wouldn't (it was far too sexy) but he had the kudos of
buying her an expensive present and the knowledge that it would be there
waiting for him whenever the opportunity arose. Similarly he'd bought her
a pair of 4 inch stiletto heeled pumps that he also knew she'd never
wear.
Posing before the mirror on the wardrobe door he checked his appearance
and was pleased with what he saw; a striking middle aged woman in a
flowing negligee. He pulled the robe together covering his underwear and
knotted it loosely. "Hello Henrietta, lovely to see you again," he
whispered throatily and blew a kiss at the vision staring back at him.
His panties bulged obscenely. Gazing at his reflection only excited him
more but he resisted the temptation to stroke his now fully erect penis.
Leaving the bedroom he carefully negotiated the stairs. He wasn't very
confident walking in high heels and descending stairs was particularly
tricky. Once on the flat he strode to the kitchen. The spike heels making
an agreeable noise as the steel tips struck the floor tiles.
The sound of high heels on the hard tiles woke the sleeping man who was
lying under a duvet on the couch. Josh Harris had decided he'd had too
much to drink and therefore shouldn't drive home so he'd spent the night
on the couch. He and Sophie had waited for her parents to go to bed
before making love. Afterward she fetched a pillow and duvet for him. She
wouldn't allow him to sleep with her because she said; she was
uncomfortable sharing her bed when in her parent's house.
Looking toward the kitchen Josh assumed that the woman making coffee at
the countertop was his fianc?e although he was sure she had said that she
and her mom were leaving early to go shopping. In his slightly hung-over
mind it couldn't be anyone else he reasoned. They were the same height,
had the same slim figures and had the same coloured hair. Throwing the
duvet to the side Josh padded silently on bare feet toward the girl.
Putting his arms around her waist he nuzzled her neck kissing the soft
skin below her ear, something Sophie loved. His left hand covered her
breast and gently squeezed, his right slid between her legs.
Henry froze when he felt arms encircling him. A bristly chin rubbed
against his neck and a hand cupped his fake breast. He let out a
strangled screech when the other hand gripped his erection that was
straining for release from his panties.
"What the fuck?" Josh exclaimed.
"What are you doing? Get your hands off me," Henry screamed.
Henry kept his back to the man, afraid to turn and face his future son-
in-law. He tried to sidle away but Josh held him firmly keeping him
pressed against the work top. Henry struggled to escape but the other man
would not allow him to go. Henry was further aware that Josh still held
his cock firmly gripped in his hand and that it was now painfully hard.
"Well, well, Henry," Josh said, "so the man of the house likes to be the
woman of the house?"
He roughly turned Henry about to face him, stepped back a pace and
examined the cross-dresser from head to toe.
"Not bad," Josh said, "not bad at all."
Henry was mortified with embarrassment, but despite his total humiliation
his cock throbbed with desire. He wanted to feel the man's hand on it
again. Lowering his eyes, unable to look Josh in the eye he was startled
to see that Josh was hard too; his erection was protruding from the fly
of his boxer shorts.
"I must say, you have excellent taste in underwear. It's obviously not
your wife's and I've never seen Sophie wear anything like it, so you must
have bought it specifically for yourself."
Finally Henry found his tongue. "This is all a mistake," he stammered.
"It's not what it seems. I just threw this on to come down stairs."
Josh roared with laughter at Henry's pathetic excuse. "I see," he said
between guffaws, "you just grabbed nylons, garter belt, bra and panties
just to pop down stairs? Not to mention your phoney tits and high heels.
And of course you needed to have make-up, earrings and a wig to make your
morning coffee."
Henry sagged with defeat. "Ok, so you've caught me," he admitted. "Yes I
cross-dress. I didn't know you were here, I thought you'd gone home."
Then after a pause, "You won't tell my wife will you?" he pleaded. "And
please, please don't tell Sophie, it would really hurt her knowing her
dad was a pervert."
Despite Henry's shame and Josh's shock both mens cocks were still erect.
Henry's penis was dripping pre-cum into his panties and Josh's rock hard
prick swayed and twitched though the fly of his shorts.
"Well now, I'll have to think about it. What could you possibly offer to
ensure my silence?" he asked rhetorically. "Because you obviously like
to dress in woman's clothes," he said, "I expect therefore you'd like to
be treated like a woman? Correct?"
Henry wasn't sure what he was driving at but he nodded his head in
agreement.
"As I thought," Josh continued. "So what does every woman want?" he
asked "To be fucked of course. Don't you agree?"
Again Henry nodded his head.
"Excellent, I'm glad you agree. So over the table I think."
Josh grabbed Henry's arm and pulled him toward the table that stood in
the centre of the kitchen. Bending him over and spreading his legs Josh
raised Henry's negligee onto his back and pulled his panties down.
Reaching for the butter dish that was on the table he pushed his fingers
into the grease and smeared a dollop onto Henry's anus working it into
his hole. Standing between the older man's legs he directed his cock at
the shiny orifice and gradually worked the head into the secret passage
sliding slowly forwards until he was fully embedded.
It had been over a year since Henry last had an opportunity to cross-
dress. Not since he'd spent the night with Alistair Albright in his
lonely farmhouse. (as related in 'Seventeen Hours'.) He sighed with
pleasure and relaxed his sphincter muscle to accept the young man's cock
into his body. The thrill and pleasure of being penetrated by a virile
penis overcame him and he groaned in ecstasy. It had been too long since
he'd been treated this way. He loved the feeling of a hot cock stroking
into his rectum; to be filled and fucked by a muscular young stud. At
that moment he envied his daughter, who would soon have this fine big
appendage, all to herself.
Josh's throbbing organ invaded his soon-to-be father-in-law's rectum,
plumbing to the very depths of his reach. Reaching around Henry's waist
Josh griped the cock that was aching for release and masturbated it in
time to his thrusts. Both men were in bliss, abandoned to the exquisite
sexual thrill of fucking and being fucked. Henry longed for the
experience to continue forever whilst Josh could not get enough of the
tight hot tunnel in which he was buried.
But all good things must end and with a final climactic thrust Josh
drilled his prick deeply into the eager hole and discharged. Shuddering
on trembling legs he shot his seed deep inside his willing partner.
Feeling the hot flood washing his insides Henry could not prevent his
load spraying onto the kitchen table and the floor.
For several minutes they remained locked together panting and sweating.
Josh lay across the heaving back of his enthusiastic companion his penis
slowly deflating. Standing upright, his flaccid cock slid from Henry's
hungry anus and dripped cum onto the floor.
Without a word Henry rose from the table pulled his panties up and
returned to making coffee as though being royally fucked by his
daughter's fianc? had never happened. He made two mugs and handed one to
Josh. They sat at either side of the table and sipped their hot drinks.
Joss decided he wouldn't return to university until tomorrow but would
spend the day with his cross-dressed father-in-law. Gay sex was not a new
experience for him; he'd partaken of the practice several times before
he'd met Sophie, but this was his first time with a man masquerading as a
woman. He'd considered the idea before when visiting drag clubs but had
not had the opportunity to indulge his desire. Now with Henry at his
mercy he planned to make the most of it.
During the day Joss fucked Henry twice more. Once in the master bedroom
where Henry felt an extra thrill at being ravished in Doris' bed. He
experienced a tremendous pleasure lying on his back; his legs wrapped
around the waist of his virile lover whose hard rod pounded his eager
arsehole.
After recovering from the energetic bout of sodomy Joss insisted that
Henry show him what other items of feminine wear he owed. Henry was at
first reluctant to display his secret vice but after veiled threats was
persuaded to model his lingerie, and in the end he'd enjoyed mincing
around the house and posing. What Henry was not aware of was that Joss
was secretly taking photographs of the exhibition on his phone.
After lunch Henry was overjoyed when Joss fucked him once again, this
time over the arm of sitting room couch.
As they relaxed lying in each other's arms after their latest session,
Joss' phone rang. He walked to the kitchen and picked it up, looked at
the display and said, "Hi sweetheart. How are things?" After a long pause
while he listened to Sophie he said, "Oh nothing really. Your dad and
I've been sitting around in our underwear talking." Another pause, then,
"No he wasn't feeling well and didn't go into work so I decided to stay
and keep him company." He listened, then said, "Ok I'll see you later."
At the mention of underwear Henry was suddenly reminded of what he was
wearing. "Oh my God," he said jumping to his feet, "I have to go and
change before Doris gets back."
"No hurry," Josh said sitting down on the sofa. "They won't be home for
ages. Why don't you come over here and sit by me," He patted the space
beside him. He omitted to say that Sophie had phoned from the station and
that they were about to collect the car for the short ride home.
The imminent return of his wife and daughter made Henry suddenly
conscious of how he was dressed. The pull of the suspenders on his
stockings and the weight of his breasts in his bra were thrilling and
arousing and really should make him feel ashamed. After all he was
flaunting himself before the man who planned to marry his daughter but
despite his mortifying humiliation he found that the degrading exhibition
was exciting him again. So he obeyed the young man and minced toward him
dressed in his slutty hooker's lingerie and lewdly swaying his hips.
Joss sighed and shook his head in wonder at the obscene image of the man
dressed in sexy feminine underwear with an erection barely contained in
lacy panties. "You know, Henry, you really are a slut. I wonder what
Doris will say when I tell her that her husband is a crossdressing
faggot."
"My God, Josh. You mustn't tell her. She'll probably divorce me and it'll
destroy Sophie."
"My silence comes at a price, Henry. What is it worth to you for me to
keep quiet?" He did not mention the photographs he'd taken. He'd keep
them for the future as added insurance.
"Anything. I don't have a lot of money, but I'll give you what I can
afford."
"I don't want your money," Josh sneered, "but I'll think of something. To
start with you can get on your knees and suck this."
Josh flopped back on the couch his erection standing rigid again. Henry
was surprised to see that he was hard again so soon after fucking he'd
been given.
Henry paused for only a second before falling to his knees between Josh's
wide spread legs. He grasped the cock with both hands and brought his
mouth to the head and began sucking greedily.
"Slow down, Pops. Take it easy. Nice and gently, savour it and we'll both
enjoy it."
Henry did as he was told; he relaxed. Knowing that his wife and daughter
would not return for some time he decided to make the most of it. Second
only to being fucked in the arse Henry loved to suck a stiff prick. As
the older man knelt between the younger's spread legs Joss caressed
Henry's hair and face, his hands wandered across his satin clad shoulders
then down to his chest squeezing his breast filled bra cups.
Henry gripped the rod tightly around the base with one hand and wanked
the cock with other. He opened his mouth and took the penis into his
mouth. Bobbing his head up and down the length he bathed the shaft in
saliva, caressing his tongue around the mushroom head of Joss' weapon.
He wanted to masturbate his own cock at the same time but resisted and
concentrated on giving Joss pleasure.
Henry was in a blissful state of rapture when he heard a car pull up
outside the house and the horn beep. He panicked and made to get up from
his knees but Josh grabbed him by the ears and forced his mouth back onto
his cock. He could hear the voices of his wife and daughter as they
collected shopping bags from the boot of the car. Josh's grip on his head
was vice-like and Henry was unable to get up. As the key was being put
into the door lock Josh exploded a torrent of cum into Henry's throat. He
swallowed frantically almost choking on the sticky semen and desperately
trying to get away.
As the women entered the hallway Josh released him and Henry sprinted for
the stairs. He ran up them taking them three at a time, the heels
impairing his progress. He dived into the bathroom locking the door and
tearing the lingerie from his body. He broke the clasp on his bra and
destroyed his nylons in his haste to remove them. He wrapped a towel
around his waist, bundled the underwear and wig into a ball and rushed
into his bedroom. He stuffed them into the suitcase and hid it at the
bottom of his wardrobe. As he closed the door Doris walked in to find
Henry flushed and panting.
"Are you alright?" she inquired looking at him suspiciously. "What have
you been doing? And what's that on your face?" she asked, staring at him
myopically.
"Nothing Dear, it must be the light and I think I may have a
temperature," he said, desperately trying to bring his breathing under
control. "Just going for a bath. I wasn't feeling so good so I stayed
home." He quickly scurried into the bathroom. Locking the door behind him
he looked into the mirror and was horrified to see his make-up smudged
and dying semen on his chin and cheek.
Down stairs Josh casually covered his wilting and dripping penis with the
duvet and asked Sophie if she'd had a nice time.
"Great thanks," she said. "Where's dad?"
"Dunno. Upstairs I guess."
"Is he alright?"
"He is now. I gave him what he wanted."
The End
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