From there to here to town to ? Pt IV
Hello again and thankyou for reading on.....
Now i have unburdoned, blurted my truth, my story continues apace! And gets extremely saucy. So anybody easily offended please read somewherelse x
My rather utopian afternoon at Transformation had been everything i had dreamed and more! Much more. The gorgeous young Emma had even given me advice on where to go come the night. She had also told me one bar she would be in with her friends if i cared ended up alone. Which i appreciated gratefuly. Though i think she was only being kind in all honesty!
The final hour had been spent having my new hair styled. Again by the drop dead gorgeous Emma! After i had slinked myself into my new dress. Oh reader! Having spent seemingly forever preying this moment arrive. Well i had picked my dress very carefully indeed. As any self respecting girl should! Finally deciding, before my arrival, on a skin tight figure hugging minidress. In for a penny eh! I have always been complimented on my legs and bum. So wanted to show off my best bits. But fought with the fear of attracting too much attention. As i pulled on the dress. THE dress! I felt wickedly arroused. Everything was going to plan. The dress being the icing on my adventures cake. And boy was this the start of one hell of an adventure. The dress was again black. A nylon, silken, slightly stretchy lacey mix material wise. Comprising full lace arms and top section, it tied around my neck with my new cleavage clearly visible through the barely there material. From the bust down the lace finished and the sheer, shiny deliciously hugging material clung to me. When i first looked at it i doubted being able to fit into it. But it fit perfectly. Stopping about 3 or 4 inches below the bottom of my bottom. As it stretched to encase me, as its slightly sparkly finish shimmered under the light. The cheeks of my bum where allmost visible by the outline of my skimpy new knicks. Finally a pair of black, slightly platformed 6 inch stilletoes with a silver heel. The dress and shoes where seriously glamerous. Fitting and matching ideally. With Emmas kind help i chose a wide patent red belt, excentuating my new female figure even more. A red clutch bag and a pair of oversized silver hooped ear rings. My ears had been pierced years previous though i never wore ear rings in vanilla life. I wore a lace collar under the collar of my new dress which had 2 tiny silver bells hanging down and a silver costime bracelet. 2 cheap rings on each finger and a silver ankle bracelet that had the letters slut attatched.
Waiting for Leesa to pick me up i bagged up all my male clothes and without a jacket, i had asked Leesa to please bring me one. I waited, now a little drunk in the car park at the back.
When she arrived. Well. She looked very impressed! We both smiled and giggled as we drove to her house. She was delighted by my efforts which pleased me. She changed, she always looked fantastic, but before she did she took a few clips of me mincing about and sshowing off! We did this regularly but i wasnt usually made up. Nor did i have tits! So this was very special. She continued to film as i went down on her passionatly as she stood in the kitchen. Taking my time to please her... twice.... and not to smudge my make up! It felt so new licking and kissing and lapping between her thighs with my new nails and thick lipstick. Stroking at her with my tonge she joked that she should be paying me. I wish i replied. Her legs allmost vibrated as she came over my eager tonge the second time.
As she dressed i put on some sissy porn and touched up my make up. Watching myself smoking in her mirror.
We got a taxi to Canal St and despite my nerves started to quietly enjoy ourselves. There were a few other gurls in the bar and though i hadnt yet taken off the long coat she had lent me i started to feel comfortable ish. We visited 2 bars and then came her bombshell. She was going home, to see clients. I was not ready to go or invited so she wrote her address in case i forgot, gave me a peck and said to ring before i went to collect my stuff!
JesusChrist i thought beforethrowing caution to the wind andslowly walking the short distance to the fetish club i had read about. On my own! Looking better than ever. Feeling intoxicated with substance, liquor, fea and desire! My was i nervous. Was i walking properly. Was i going to actually talk to anyone! In the queue i smoked as elegantly as possible. Always keeping my arms close to my body and standing up straight. A beautiful blonde women, with two other women caugh my eye justin front on the queue. This women was extremely beautiful. Unbelievably she turned and asked me for a light. I fumbled in my hand bag, clutch bag, whatever. Found the lighterand gave it her.
''Thankyou' she smiled. 'I am Dannielle, Danny. Whats your name Missy?' Before i could answer she coontinued.
''First time here?'
' is it that obvious' i replied in as soft a vkice as possible.....
tbc.....
Now i have unburdoned, blurted my truth, my story continues apace! And gets extremely saucy. So anybody easily offended please read somewherelse x
My rather utopian afternoon at Transformation had been everything i had dreamed and more! Much more. The gorgeous young Emma had even given me advice on where to go come the night. She had also told me one bar she would be in with her friends if i cared ended up alone. Which i appreciated gratefuly. Though i think she was only being kind in all honesty!
The final hour had been spent having my new hair styled. Again by the drop dead gorgeous Emma! After i had slinked myself into my new dress. Oh reader! Having spent seemingly forever preying this moment arrive. Well i had picked my dress very carefully indeed. As any self respecting girl should! Finally deciding, before my arrival, on a skin tight figure hugging minidress. In for a penny eh! I have always been complimented on my legs and bum. So wanted to show off my best bits. But fought with the fear of attracting too much attention. As i pulled on the dress. THE dress! I felt wickedly arroused. Everything was going to plan. The dress being the icing on my adventures cake. And boy was this the start of one hell of an adventure. The dress was again black. A nylon, silken, slightly stretchy lacey mix material wise. Comprising full lace arms and top section, it tied around my neck with my new cleavage clearly visible through the barely there material. From the bust down the lace finished and the sheer, shiny deliciously hugging material clung to me. When i first looked at it i doubted being able to fit into it. But it fit perfectly. Stopping about 3 or 4 inches below the bottom of my bottom. As it stretched to encase me, as its slightly sparkly finish shimmered under the light. The cheeks of my bum where allmost visible by the outline of my skimpy new knicks. Finally a pair of black, slightly platformed 6 inch stilletoes with a silver heel. The dress and shoes where seriously glamerous. Fitting and matching ideally. With Emmas kind help i chose a wide patent red belt, excentuating my new female figure even more. A red clutch bag and a pair of oversized silver hooped ear rings. My ears had been pierced years previous though i never wore ear rings in vanilla life. I wore a lace collar under the collar of my new dress which had 2 tiny silver bells hanging down and a silver costime bracelet. 2 cheap rings on each finger and a silver ankle bracelet that had the letters slut attatched.
Waiting for Leesa to pick me up i bagged up all my male clothes and without a jacket, i had asked Leesa to please bring me one. I waited, now a little drunk in the car park at the back.
When she arrived. Well. She looked very impressed! We both smiled and giggled as we drove to her house. She was delighted by my efforts which pleased me. She changed, she always looked fantastic, but before she did she took a few clips of me mincing about and sshowing off! We did this regularly but i wasnt usually made up. Nor did i have tits! So this was very special. She continued to film as i went down on her passionatly as she stood in the kitchen. Taking my time to please her... twice.... and not to smudge my make up! It felt so new licking and kissing and lapping between her thighs with my new nails and thick lipstick. Stroking at her with my tonge she joked that she should be paying me. I wish i replied. Her legs allmost vibrated as she came over my eager tonge the second time.
As she dressed i put on some sissy porn and touched up my make up. Watching myself smoking in her mirror.
We got a taxi to Canal St and despite my nerves started to quietly enjoy ourselves. There were a few other gurls in the bar and though i hadnt yet taken off the long coat she had lent me i started to feel comfortable ish. We visited 2 bars and then came her bombshell. She was going home, to see clients. I was not ready to go or invited so she wrote her address in case i forgot, gave me a peck and said to ring before i went to collect my stuff!
JesusChrist i thought beforethrowing caution to the wind andslowly walking the short distance to the fetish club i had read about. On my own! Looking better than ever. Feeling intoxicated with substance, liquor, fea and desire! My was i nervous. Was i walking properly. Was i going to actually talk to anyone! In the queue i smoked as elegantly as possible. Always keeping my arms close to my body and standing up straight. A beautiful blonde women, with two other women caugh my eye justin front on the queue. This women was extremely beautiful. Unbelievably she turned and asked me for a light. I fumbled in my hand bag, clutch bag, whatever. Found the lighterand gave it her.
''Thankyou' she smiled. 'I am Dannielle, Danny. Whats your name Missy?' Before i could answer she coontinued.
''First time here?'
' is it that obvious' i replied in as soft a vkice as possible.....
tbc.....
3 年 前