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He decided to stop for a drink at a place he knew around the corner. He knew all the places downtown. He was dressed for downtown with his classic all-black outfit that he believed made him look cool. It’s up for debate as to whether it was actually cool.
He believed it though. He went to the place he thought was a very LA kind of bar. It was in Long Beach, so it had an LBC touch, small, narrow, with two floors, lighting from the future, and black. The crowd was his age, but professionals, with real jobs, lawyers and such. He never knew what any of them did for a living. When they would tell him their job title, assessment officer, Q& A analyst, paralegal, RN, or whatever, he always just looked pleasant and tried to convey recognition and admiration. He only knew job titles like, construction, customer service, food service, he was a clueless fool.
But he always had a good time when he went there. He felt the fresh panties in his front pocket and carried a nondescript department store-looking bag with 12 fresh pairs of VFs of every variety. He felt sexy, confident, and happy. He ordered a Sierra Nevada on tap and relaxed into his “feeling”. He was wearing lingerie beneath his outfit and it was as if he was with someone else who was always assuring him that everything was good.
He spent an hour talking to receptive strangers sitting near him at the bar, or customers coming up to place an order. Small chat, that on occasion developed into something longer and sometimes significant conversations. After his third beer he went out to smoke, and hit his one-hitter a few times. That’s when Dominique showed up with her bodyguard and a couple of what looked like Secret Service guys from Sudan. She hugged him and slipped one hand quickly behind his back, but beneath his sport coat and gave a quick test to see if he’d dressed up for his night on the town. Confirming, she kissed him on the cheek, told him she had to meet with her father’s associates and then she’d let him buy her a drink.
He took 3 good tokes on his one-hitter after they’d gone, he sat, finished his beer and smoked a cigarette. Then another, then 3 more tokes, then he went in and waited at the bar.
A table in the back opened up just as Dominique was finished. She wanted a glass of red, and he ordered his 5th beer and they sat across from each other.
“So,” he began. “Do you just get to chill? Are you doing anything like, diplomatic?” He didn’t know how to even ask if she had some mission being here as a representative of her country.
She laughed.
“Of course. I’m liaison for Habitat for Humanity and my country’s guild program. I also give lectures at the university in LA.”
She could see he was devastated. He clearly had no idea what she was saying. She felt sorry for him.
“But I absolutely love working at the juice bar!” She smiled and asked him what was in the bag.
“Just some shopping,” he said.
“At 11:30 at night?” she smiled.
“What about you? Business associates? Meeting?” He smiled back. “I didn’t get them at the mall, a friend gave me something.”
“Oh, a surprise?”
“You could say that.”
“Someone from work? Or Tower?” she asked.
“The juice bar I guess. She came in to get a smoothie and a wheatgrass today. She handed me her hotel and room number when she was leaving. I guess I’m on a roll,” he laughed.
“Well,” she was waiting. “What gift does a woman you’ve just met give you? Let’s see.”
“Do you really want to see, you might think I’m a weirdo,” he was genuinely timid and it endeared him to her.
“Oh baby,” she slipped her hand under his waistband and tugged on his panties. “You don’t ever need to worry that I would think that about you. I think it’s kind of sexy. I like women too you know, so that works for me.”
She smiled and then clinked her wine glass against his beer’s.
He handed her the bag and she opened it with mock ceremony and then happy shock when she saw it was filled with panties.
“She gave you these? How did she know? Did she just have that many in her house?”
He laughed.
“No,” he said. “She’s in town on business, from Boston. She said she knew me. She said we’d had the best sex of our lives together. She was 46, 47 years old. And sexy as hell. I met her at her hotel and there must have been 30 pairs of panties strewn across her suite. She told me to pick out as many as I wanted. I don’t mind telling you, 12 is a modest number, I wanted all of them.”
They laughed and he proceeded to tell her the whole story. This woman, Maria, seems to believe she was from the future. She seems to know him better than he knows himself. He told Dominique in total honesty that he was attracted to her maternal demeanor. He said he viewed her as a mother figure, not a lover. He made sure to add, not a lover, so that if he had any chance at having something with Dominique he wanted to assure her that this new woman, Maria, was not a love interest, but a friend.
He believed bursa eskortlar he was pulling something off. He was gullible. But he believed it and when Dominique said yes to his joking that he could model them for her if she wanted. They finished their drinks and just the two of them walked back to his studio trading tokes on his one-hitter. Inside, she lay back on his big mattress and many pillows and smoked a cigarette. He went to the bathroom and came out without his outfit on, just thigh-highs and panties. Legs smooth, pussy and ass smooth. Svelte young body, firm stomach, long legs, wide hips, flat girls chest, with a bit of muscle to pronounce its feminism. He looked like a young woman, even his face and hair was feminine. She wondered what he would look like in lipstick.
“Let me see,” she teased. He walked up to the edge of the bed and thrust toward her. She reached out and diddled his tip. She scraped her nails under his balls, through the satin of his VFs almost made him faint. She flicked at the leg and waistbands. “Now take those off for me.”
He did so. Without hesitation. He slipped them down over his stay-ups and stood with his young hard cock rising to attention at the cool air caressing its contours. She looked at his cock as it rose and her eyes widened as it stood straight out from his body and pointed up toward the ceiling with urgency.
“How are you going to fit that inside the panties?” she laughed.
“Watch,” he smiled, obviously having encountered this predicament many times before, he leapt to grab his first pair. The warm and still damp pair that were in his now discarded pants pocket. He returned with the panties and stood and steadied himself in front of Dominique.
He slipped them over one stockinged foot, then the other and slowly shimmied them up his very smoothly shaven legs, as Dominique now realized, until he nestled them up against his smooth balls. His penis was so hard and long that he used the waistband to coral it flat up against his stomach and it poked about 2 inches above the big waistband of his VF panties. He could feel the silky fabric rubbing against the underside of his long cock and against his smooth balls.
“Push it down into the front of your panties,” she said.
He did. A tent formed. A beautiful silky and translucent tent of pink and gossamer formed and she grabbed it instinctively and began stroking him. He thrust toward her as far as physics would allow and then she stopped. She laughed and then grabbed him again and he thrust toward her again. And like this she played with him.
“I’ve never met a man who likes this,” she said.
“Maybe he doesn’t know it yet, or he hid it, I don’t know. I know I’m not such a minority. I wasn’t this much of a panty boy until my ex. We did a lot of crazy stuff. She liked me in panties, encouraged it, even gowns and chemise. Before that, I just liked panties. Girls in panties. I think it’s because they have secrets I want to know,” he laughed. He really did believe it though. Panties hold secrets and he wanted them.
“Maybe,” she said. “I’ll have to test it out. One is not a very large data set,” and she laughed.
“Do you think you’re gay? Bi?” she asked.
“I don’t think so, the male form doesn’t arouse me. I like the softness and curves and warmth of femininity. I could never have sex with a man, all that hair and muscles. I mean, a shaved cock, I’ve thought about it, like shemales and trans. But Jackie, my ex, taught me about what it means to be a woman, to be with a woman when she orgasms is the most glorious experience I’ve ever had.”
He was an uncultured rube from the middle west of the country. You must understand when he says these things aloud like this to other people, women in particular, he believes what he is saying.
“What if I helped?” Dominique was smiling wryly.
“I’m not following,” he said.
“I could bring you guys.”
He sat on the bed to think and to look her in the eyes. “Then what, what would our relationship be? I mean, Dominique, I actually really like you. I have since the day you started at the juice bar. I mean this is a dream come true for me.”
Dominique looked at him sweetly. She couldn’t believe he thought this was working on her. She was only playing. She was serious about bringing him guys, but she would fuck them too if she wanted. She wasn’t a porn star, but she was young, hot, and living the good life, so she would have some lovers too. She was only curious. She was turned on, but at the prospect of the amusement it would bring her. She has never been in this position as a woman and it was intriguing. She was attracted to him, would even fuck him and let him fuck her, but anything beyond this two-year period was simply an out of the question kind of thinking. She had to let him know this.
“Baby,” she said. “I mean if I hook up, I’ll see if they’re into it, and if they are in any capacity, I’ll bring them to you here. Act like bursa bayan escort we’re a couple and that you’re my cuckold and we can both be happy.”
“Holy shit,” he was so confused. “Oh shit no, Dominique, I wasn’t thinking like that. I don’t even like guys.”
“Ok, no worries. We were just brainstorming I thought,” she laughed. “Whatever we do, sweety, just know, I’m going back home in two years. I think you’re sweet and fun to work with, but it could never be baby.”
He understood and knew it too–already. “Look,” he began. “Maybe I’m thinking about this all wrong. You know, I just meet this woman, Maria, she gives me a bag full of my favorite brand of panties, then that same night, I’m with you, and you are talking about making me your cuckold. What exactly is a cuckold?”
“Oh,” she laughed again. “It’s a submissive male who worships a woman and she basically humiliates him whenever she can because he likes it. But there are many forms, it’s a spectrum really. I was thinking of it because in my family’s past, we had a woman who would do this to men on her council. It was a story really, no one could even find evidence, but my grandmother told me stories. As a young girl they thrilled me to think of a woman who could make men do whatever she wanted, but then as I grew older and understood the sexual ramifications, I was thrilled in another way.”
“What would I be to you?” he asked.
“Well,” she thought. “It would be just like this. It’s actually kind of arousing playing with you like this. I’d like to paint your face. In fact, we could get facial, manni’s, and pedi’s together. We could be like girlfriends. With benefits,” she said as she noticed his cock was fully tenting his panties now. There was a damp spot at the tip and just then his cock lurched and a droplet of fresh precum sat atop the satin tip. She noticed him noticing it.
“Have you ever tasted it?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You can have that,” she said.
And he took it with the tip of his finger and watched her watching him and he put it on his tongue like a hit of acid.
“We are going to have so much fun. Let’s go,” she took him to the bathroom and proceeded to paint his lips and give him some rouge.
When she’d finally finished painting his face (she wouldn’t allow him to look before she’d finished completely), he was stunned at who was staring back at him. He looked like a woman. His hair was longish, feathered at the middle and about shoulder-length, not quite long enough to put into a ponytail. She slipped her glasses onto his face as he was staring into the mirror and the feminine frames made his face blossom into a woman’s completely.
He felt her behind him and watched as she began to kiss the back of his neck and shoulders, behind his ears and he felt her wet, warm tongue swirl around his ear canal and her hot breath made him weak and he had to balance himself on the sink to keep from buckling at the knees.
“Do you have any gowns or dresses?” she asked.
He went across the hall to his walk-in and found his sexiest top, a onesie that stretched tightly onto his chest, stomach and ass, leaving the perfect curve of the bottom of his ass exposed. It was black with pink trim, matching his big silky VF briefs which peeked out from beneath the hem of his onesie.
Dominique seemed enraptured. She was clapping her hands and jumping up and down with excitement. She lunged toward him and kissed his mouth softly. He returned it just the same. Everything she did with her mouth and hands, he did with his own. He remembered Jacqueline, the first time she’d painted his face. They were wearing sheer-to-waist nylons, no panties, no tops, and they were playing a game they called “no hands” where they could touch each other in any way they could imagine but they weren’t allowed to use their hands. During a pause in the action, Jackie asked him if she could paint his lips. She did, and then they made out the way you see lesbians in pornos. A lot of tender kissing and scissoring. He loved to scissor with her. She had big sexy legs, hips, and ass and when their silky legs entangled each other he seemed to drift into a feminine creature. He loved the way she responded to his touch, lips, tongue and movements.
Dominique made him feel this way. He undressed her down to her panties and bra, unclipped the back with one hand, a skill he’d learned from Jackie and that impressed Dominique as well.
“Very smooth,” she said. “And not just your legs.” They both laughed. Her body was long and full, like a woman’s. Not like Jackie, and it took him a while to see her as a different person than Jackie. He was still in love with Jackie. He still fantasized about her. He still masturbated speaking her name aloud and he was deftly afraid that he would slip and call Dominique by Jackie’s name because of this.
“Dominique,” he said her name aloud on purpose, to set the right name in his mind. To turn his desire toward her specifically. He looked at her. “You are gorgeous, a fuckin’ goddess.” He paused holding her ass in his hands and caressing her there as he looked into her eyes and tried to say something that wouldn’t mess this up. “Am I dreaming?” he finally said.
She laughed and asked if he had anything to drink. He took her into the kitchen and he made them his favorite ginger and bourbon drink. He felt like such a woman, zesting the orange, arranging the drinks just so, he seemed to do everything with more care and attention so that it would take him longer. Longer in his lingerie, longer with his painted face, longer with Dominique, chatting, laughing, touching and flirting the whole while.
He finished, handed her hers and then he toasted the evening. “To girlfriends,” he smiled and they both laughed as she reciprocated the toast.
She stood in front of him and let him put his arms around her. The whiskey and lipstick created a kind of aphrodisiacal taste and scent that aroused them both. They kissed with her turning her head around and grinding her silky voluptuous ass into his panty-covered crotch. He slipped his penis around on her ass and felt the different sensations it created. Her ass looked like an upside-down heart and it accepted his hardness the way opposites often do, attracting one to the other. He made sure to kiss her tenderly, softly, with just enough wetness to let everything slip and slide together.
He felt her sighing. Jacqueline had taught him to listen and feel for a woman’s arousal. Dominique’s was soft but also firm, assertive, aggressive at times, and he kept up with her increasing intensity. He moved himself in his mind the way a woman who is enraptured with desire would. But he also let himself go and feel free to be aggressive in his own way. He wanted to touch her body everywhere. So sexy, firm, yet soft, voluptuous kept coming to his mind. She was a woman who wanted him. He was not being masculine, the opposite, he was trying to be as feminine as he imagined a woman could be, he was imagining that he was in Jacqueline’s body. He was about as big as Dominique, the only exception was his height, he was much taller than she. But his body, ass, legs, hips, even his chest (she was small-chested) and hers were similar. Jacqueline was much larger, fuller, womaner, so he imagined he was in her body, or more appropriately, his mind was in her mind, their bodies were one.
Jacqueline had told him when they’d first met she believed all people secretly wondered what it would be like to be their opposite sex. They’d discussed it many times, and not just between the two of them, with friends too. Most women agreed, most men did not. He agreed. And he always admitted it. At first, the thought was disgusting, but then when he realized the power he would have as a woman, he began to see it in a different light.
He and Dominique were lying in his big bed that took up half the unit watching SNL, drinking, kissing and touching. His goal was to go only as far as Dominique led them. He wouldn’t, for example, try to put his fingers under her panties until she did it first to him.
He had been aroused since getting off work that evening. He’d gone home, performed his ablutions, which always aroused him, had a drink and a smoke, which also always aroused him, and he’d spent 3 hours totally stiff and aroused. It doesn’t just take it out of you physically, to be aroused so intensely for so long, it exhausts you mentally. He was in a kind of horny coma. He only felt the need to enjoy the moment. Feel Dominique, test her out, her responses to his “performance” and appearance. He really was doing everything his imagination could fathom to be a woman. Dominique seemed nonethewiser. She was aroused, that much he knew.
He was right–Dominique was aroused. She had never encountered a man like this before. At 32, she was in the prime of her life, with a history of many lovers. Her father had granted her permission to enjoy a few years of freedom, as long as she remained productive. These fleeting years of indulgence were hers to savor before marriage and motherhood would inevitably take over upon her return. He was constantly hard, his cock never relaxed. She’d gotten up to use the toilet and refresh their drinks, and she came back, he was lounging, one leg bent at the knee and open, the other extended to the foot of the bed, his back leaning into a pile of pillows with one arm slung over the top of his head in the most leisurely position a person could muster, and yet, his cock was completely hard and pinned between his stomach and the waistband of his panties.
And the way he looked at her with such wanton lust, it made her into a teenage girl. She played with his penis persistantly and to his appreciation.
This was the same look he had given Jacqueline. Jackie had once confessed that what aroused her most about him was the way he looked at her–like he always wanted her. He carried that same intensity now as he gazed at Dominique, carefully channeling it to align with what he thought she most desired. He knew that women wanted to feel desired, and as he looked at her, he searched for what he found most captivating about her. It was her openness.
