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"The Package"
"Hey Rach, there is a package for you." "That is actually for you,
dear," replied Rachel. Puzzled, I began to open the package noting it
was a Poshmark purchase. My guess, a pair of shoes from the weight and
shift of the contents in the box. Opening the box, I was right. They
were a pair of black d'orsay pumps with four-inch heels, just like a
pair that she has in her closet.
"Rach, I believe this package is for you, not me. It has a pair of high
heels in it." "No hun, they are for you," replied Rachel. "Um honey, not
sure if you heard me, they are high heels. Pretty heels, just like the
ones I love on you," I replied.
Rachel entered the kitchen where I was just getting ready to make us
breakfast. She was still dressed in a short silky teal chemise and
matching robe with lace detailing. "Try them on Pat. They are one size
larger than mine. They will fit you better. Oh, do not stand there with
your mouth hanging open. Put them on." Rachel took the pair of heels
from my hands and placed them on the floor in front of my bare feet.
"Come on Pat, you love wearing them or would not borrow them while I am
not in them." Looking up at me with her beautiful blue, pleading eyes,
waiting for me to raise my foot and slip on the heel she says. "Oh, I am
missing something, am I not?" I am looking down, totally dumbfounded and
caught, I cannot move or speak.
"You would like to wear a pair of silky pantyhose. Okay make me a fried
egg on toast while I go get you a pair of Hanes. I guess it is true,
"Gentleman prefer Hane,s" Rachel said as her voice trailed off as she
exited the kitchen.
With the heels still at my feet, I did know whether to cry or smile. She
had me! I so wanted to slide my foot into the heel - just to see if it
would fit better. Those feelings dashed from my head as I suddenly had a
picture of her coming back into the kitchen with divorce papers, rather
than a pair of Hanes Silk Reflection pantyhose.
Taking several deep breathes, I backed up from the heels before me. I
put bread in the toaster, pulled out four eggs and the avocado spread.
We both enjoy avocado toast in the morning, hers with coffee and mine
with lemon tea. As I move around the kitchen preparing breakfast, the
heels in the center of the floor never leave the corner of my eye. It as
if they are calling to me.
Flipping the eggs, I notice how long my nails have become. Certainly not
office length, well for a woman they are. Since starting to work from
home a few months ago, I have let them grow. I so enjoy seeing them as I
click away at keys at my computer. In fact, I sometimes hit two keys,
because I am not use to their extended length. I video conference in a
couple of times a week, but rarely are my hands on screen.
Rachel's job still requires her to go in a couple of days a week, even
though they do not have clients coming into the office. I do not mind,
as she looks great in a business suit. Her long legs, in hose and heels,
are to die for. Her going to office also gives me some private time to
do other things, such as wear her heels.
Thank God, my office video conferences. If I had to stand up during a
meeting, I would have a lot more to explain than long nails. A short
suit skirt or a pair of Rachel's city shorts with pantyhose would
probably put an end to my career.
Setting the breakfast sandwiches down on the table, I reach for her
steaming hot cup of coffee from the coffeemaker and place it on the
table. I turn back to the counter as my hot water is ready to make tea.
When I turn back to the table, with a cup of hot water and tea bag in
hand, Rachel enters the kitchen in equally high heels and hosiery. No
divorce documents, What a relief. I love her so much it would destroy me
to lose her and worse, to hurt her.
In her hands is not just pantyhose, but what appears to be a short black
lace nightgown and satin robe. She smiles and says, "I thought if we are
going to have a girlie moment, it should be feminine. Go put these on in
the bathroom while your tea bag steeps. I could not help but notice when
I knelt in front of you to help you with your heels, that your legs are
smoother than mine. They are missing any evidence of your fine blonde
hairs, that barely show, anyways. I really liked the look, but I think I
may like this smooth look even better. Go on, put these on so we can
have breakfast on our patio. I will move everything out to the patio
while you slip into something I believe you will find far more
comfortable. Better be wearing your heels, I do not want you to run your
hose on the first wearing."
Emerging out what might be best referred to as a catatonic state, I turn
toward the bathroom, clothes in hand, as I hear her begin to sing
softly, something she only does when she is happy. In the bathroom I
pull the lace nightgown over my head and adjust the straps, so it hangs
correctly. I notice a pair of matching lace panties that must have
fallen out from within the folded garment. Well, in for a penny, in for
a pound. I pull them on and then I sit down on a padded stool and roll
the nylon pantyhose legs up as I extend a leg to pull the hose over my
foot and smooth it up my leg. I then perform the same ritual on my other
leg.
Just yesterday, I shaved my legs for the very first time. I had left my
razor on the sink and Rachel's razor was hanging the shower with me, now
all wet. Not sure if it is sharp enough for my face, I tried it on a
patch of hair on my thigh. Seeing that it worked well, I figured I
needed to balance the shaved patch with similar on my other thigh.
Liking what I saw, I found myself broadening the area on each thigh
until there was no hair left. While my leg hair is light, it is not
light enough to make it completely impossible to tell that my thighs are
shaved, and my claves are not. So, I finished the job. When it came to
drying my legs, it was heavenly to pat the towel over my now nude legs.
Pulling the hose over my smooth legs sent thrill up my legs to my groin.
Entering the kitchen in my hose covered feet I was so glad I had a robe
to cover my less than feminine bulge in my panties. There they were. The
two four-inch heeled shoes, right where I had left them. I raised my
stockinged foot up, arched it just a bit and then angled my foot in the
right heel. Standing in one heel, I then place my foot into the left.
Standing tall now, an inch short of six feet, I took a step forward,
seeing Rachel standing at the French doors leading to our patio. She had
taken in my little show of slipping on the heels.
"Well Pat, that was a very well-orchestrated move slipping on your
heels. I would say it represents a lot of practice. I am not sure I do
it so gracefully." She then asked me to turn around for her. This was
awkward. I was certainly not the man she married spinning in Nine West
pumps, Silk Refection "Barely There" hosiery, black VS lace panties,
nightgown, and satin robe.
When I completed the 360-degree spin, she was staring at me with hand
over her mouth with a growing smile. Not sure what to say, I took her
hand without saying a word and led her to our patio where our breakfast
was getting cold. She then took hold of my elbow and guided me to my
place and pulled my chair out for me. I smoothed my gown and robe out
beneath me as I sat and then crossed my legs at the ankles to ensure I
was sitting femininely. This initiated another thrill up my leg. I
placed my napkin in my lap as an attempt to hide my arousal. It did not
fool her for a moment.
Before I could take a bite, she reached for my longish hair that now was
down to my shoulders since it was a year ago, sinceI had a haircut. She
undid the ponytail I keep it in and fluffed it around my face to frame
it in soft blonde curls that are natural to my hair. "I love your hair
long and I particularly love how it frames your face so femininely,"
Rach said. She then reached for a small cosmetic bag on the chair to her
side and pulled out a tube of red lipstick. "May I?" she inquired. I
nodded ever so slightly, and she applied the crimson over my lips with
the most sensual of movement. She then produced a tube of brown mascara
and I nodded almost imperceptively again. Tilting be head up to meet the
advancing wand, in short time I could feel the weight of the mascara on
my lids as well as taste the lipstick on my lips.
Rachel then took my hands in hers. She stared deeply into my eyes and
said I love you Patti and said I love you, Rachel. We both leaned and
kissed. I knew at this moment that my man card was played out and my
womanhood was beginning.
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