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Chapter 1: The Unexpected
Encounter
Brett rummaged through his roommate Amy's dresser drawers, searching for his favorite video game controller. Instead, his hands stumbled upon a silky, lace-trimmed bra.
He hesitated, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't quite explain.
Curiosity got the better of him, and he carefully took out the bra and matching panties. As he held the lingerie against himself, he felt a strange sense of excitement mixed with guilt.
Suddenly, he heard the door open. Amy stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in shock and anger. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling.
Brett froze, the lingerie still clutched in his hands. "I...I was just looking for my controller," he stuttered.
Amy's expression transformed from anger to amusement. "You think my lingerie drawer is where you'd find your gaming gear?" She chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eye.
As Brett sheepishly returned the lingerie, Amy's expression changed again. A sly smile spread across her face. "You know, Brett, this little incident might just give me an idea," she said, her voice laced with intrigue.
Brett raised an eyebrow, sensing that his roommate was plotting something. "What kind of idea?" he asked warily.
Amy's smile grew wider. "Let's just say, this could be the start of something interesting."
Chapter 2: A Bold Proposal
Amy's words hung in the air, leaving Brett perplexed. "You think I'd be into that?" he asked, trying to gauge her seriousness.
Amy shrugged, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hey, you're the one who was admiring my lingerie. I'm just offering you a chance to experience it fully."
Brett felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he considered her proposal. There was something intriguing about the idea, despite his initial reservations.
"Amy, I don't know if this is such a good idea," Brett said, hesitation evident in his voice.
Amy's grin grew wider. "Come on, Brett. It'll be fun. And who knows, you might discover a new side of yourself."
Before Brett could respond, Amy had already pulled out a razor and shaving cream from her bathroom. "Let's get started," she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Brett's heart raced as he hesitated, unsure of what lay ahead.
With a deep breath, he nodded, and Amy began to shave his legs, the cool touch of the razor gliding smoothly over his skin. As they worked, Brett couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Amy had in store for him.
The anticipation was almost palpable, and he felt his curiosity piqued.
Once his legs were smooth, Amy handed him a pair of her silky nylons. "Try these on," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Brett's hands trembled slightly as he rolled the nylons up his shaved legs. The sensation was unexpected, and he felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Amy smiled, seemingly pleased with the result. "You look...interesting," she said, her voice laced with amusement. Brett couldn't help but laugh, feeling a sense of liberation wash over him. Maybe this was the start of something new, something that would challenge his perceptions and push him out of his comfort zone.
Chapter 3: A Daring Request
Amy's words still lingered in the air, "You have very sexy legs, Brett."
The comment caught him off guard, and he felt a flush rise to his cheeks. As he stood there, the silk stockings hugging his shaved legs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability.
Before he could process his emotions, Amy turned and walked out of the room, leaving Brett alone with his thoughts.
The silence was short-lived, as she returned a minute later, holding a pair of stunning black 5-inch heels. "Try these on, Brett," she demanded, her voice firm but laced with excitement. Brett's eyes widened as he took in the luxurious shoes. "So Kate Louboutins?" he asked, impressed.
Amy nodded, a sly smile spreading across her face. "The red bottoms will complement the stockings perfectly. Now, put them on."
Brett hesitated, unsure if he was ready for this level of experimentation. But Amy's enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself slipping his feet into the shoes.
The fit was surprisingly comfortable, and the heels made his legs feel even more feminine.
As he stood up, Amy's eyes sparkled with admiration. "You look...stunning," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Brett felt a mix of emotions: embarrassment, excitement, and a hint of pride. He looked at himself in the mirror and was taken aback by his reflection. The shoes, stockings, and shaved legs created a look he never thought he'd wear.
Amy's gaze met his, and she seemed to sense his uncertainty. "You're doing great, Brett," she encouraged. "Just enjoy the moment."
With that, Brett took a deep breath and let the sensations wash over him. The heels made him feel taller, more confident, and the stockings added a sensual touch he couldn't deny. He was starting to understand why Amy enjoyed wearing these things.
Chapter 4: The Ultimate Dare
Amy's words hung in the air, her dare laced with a seductive tone that made Brett's heart skip a beat. "I dare you," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Brett felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with trepidation. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, but this was different. This was about crossing a line, about embracing a side of himself he hadn't fully explored. "I dare you to let me dress you up as a woman and take you out to dinner," Amy repeated, her voice husky and confident.
Brett's mind raced with the possibilities. He thought about the looks, the reactions, the potential consequences. But he also thought about the thrill, the excitement, and the chance to experience something new.
As he looked into Amy's eyes, he saw a glint of encouragement, a sense of adventure that drew him in.
Without breaking eye contact, Brett nodded slowly. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I accept your dare."
Amy's face lit up with a radiant smile. "I'll get started right away," she said, already planning the transformation.
Brett felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the extent of Amy's plans. He was in for a wild ride, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take him.
Chapter 5: The Transformation
Brett's transformation began with the application of blonde platinum hair extensions. As the stylist worked her magic, Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and trepidation.
He had never thought about having long, platinum blonde hair, but as he saw the strands being attached to his own hair, he felt a thrill of excitement.
Next, the aesthetician prepared him for a full-body wax. Brett's heart raced as he lay on the table, unsure of what to expect.
The waxing process was surprisingly painless, and as the aesthetician worked her way down his arms and legs, Brett felt a sense of smoothness he had never experienced before.
The spray tan came next, and Brett was amazed at how natural-looking the glow was. He felt like a completely different person as the technician carefully applied the tan to every inch of his skin.
The tweezing and dark dyeing of his eyebrows made Brett wince, but the end result was worth it. His eyebrows were perfectly shaped and added a touch of sophistication to his look.
The eye lash extensions were a revelation, making his eyes look bigger and more dramatic. Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of delight as he saw the lashes being applied.
The light pink manicure and pedicure were a nice touch, adding a pop of color to his nails. Brett felt like he was getting closer to becoming the woman Amy envisioned.
Finally, it was time for the makeup. The dark glam Smokey eye makeup with contouring made Brett's eyes look stunning, and the lip plumper and filler gave him a pouty look he never thought he'd have.
The ruby red lipstick was the final touch, and as Brett looked in the mirror, he gasped in shock. The woman staring back at him was beautiful, with perfect skin, platinum blonde hair, and piercing eyes.
Brett felt a mix of emotions: delight, horror, and a sense of wonder. He couldn't believe he was looking at himself.
Amy beamed with delight, tears of joy in her eyes. "You're stunning, Brett," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "I knew you had it in you."
Brett couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had never felt so transformed in his life.
Chapter 6: The Outfit
As Brett stood before the array of clothing and accessories, he felt a thrill of anticipation.
Amy smiled, knowing the experience was just as much about the process as the end result.
The first touch was the Love Spell Victoria's Secret lotion, which Amy generously applied all over Brett's smooth skin.
The scent was intoxicating, a sweet blend of vanilla and floral notes that left Brett feeling sensual and relaxed.
As Amy's hands glided over his skin, applying the lotion with gentle care, Brett felt a rush of arousal amd sensual pleasure.
Next came the pink panties, delicate and lacy, which Amy helped Brett into.
The fabric felt soft against his skin, and the color was a vibrant, playful pink that seemed to match the flush on his cheeks.
The pink bra was a perfect fit, with the breast forms she applied to his chest, it provided just the right amount of support and lift.
Brett felt a sense of transformation as Amy adjusted the straps and helped him fasten the back.
The pink garter belt was a new experience for Brett, and he marveled at the way it cinched at his waist, holding the stockings in place.
Amy attached the black silky 20 denier garter stockings to the belt, and Brett felt the smooth fabric glide up his legs immediately addicted to the sensation of silk against his smoothe legs …. Bliss like nothing else.
As Brett slipped into the pink fitted business-style blouse, he felt a sense of sophistication wash over him. The fabric was crisp and cool against his skin, and the fit was tailored to perfection.
The black pencil mini skirt was a surprise, hugging Brett's curves in a way he never thought possible. He felt a sense of excitement and nervousness as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Finally, there were the 5-inch black Louboutin So Kate high heel pumps, which Amy helped Brett into.
The shoes were a perfect fit, and Brett felt like he was walking on clouds as he stood up and immiedietly found himself lusting after his own sexy legs.
The final touch was the Love Spell Victoria's Secret perfume, which Amy sprayed generously on Brett's wrists and neck.
The scent was intoxicating, a sweet and alluring blend that seemed to match the beating of Brett's heart.
As Brett looked at himself in the mirror, he felt a rush of emotions. He was no longer just Brett; he was a vision of loveliness, a woman who exuded confidence and sensuality.
Amy beamed with pride, and Brett couldn't help but smile, feeling like he was ready to take on the world.
Chapter 7: The Ride to the Restaurant
Amy emerged from her room, a vision of loveliness in a similar outfit to Brett's.
Her eyes sparkled as she helped Brett, now affectionately calling him Brittany, into her car.
The heels were a challenge for Brittany, and Amy held his arm, steadying him as they made their way to the vehicle.
As they settled into the car, Amy turned on some soft, romantic music.
The melody filled the air, and Amy placed her hand on Brittany's knee, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Brittany closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him.
The feel of Amy's hand on his stocking-clad knee was intoxicating, and he bit his lip, trying to process the mix of emotions.
The air conditioning vents blew gentle streams of cool air, caressing Brittany's skin. He felt the weight his eyelids, heavy with makeup, and on his exposed skin, creating a delightful contrast.
The scent of Amy's perfume and the Love Spell lotion mingled in the air, teasing Brittany's senses.
As they drove, Amy's hand wandered, her fingers tracing his kneecap sensually and playfully tugging the hem of his skirt.
She leaned in, her voice husky, "You look stunning, Brittany. The way the makeup accentuates your features, the way the clothes fit you mak a… you're a beautiful woman."
Brittany's heart skipped a beat as Amy's hand teased the lacy edgr edge of his stocking top. He felt a rush of excitement, mixed with a touch of fear.
The sensations were overwhelming, and he reveled in the new experiences. The music, the touch, the scents, and the sounds all blended together, creating a sensory overload that left Brittany breathless.
He opened his eyes, meeting Amy's gaze, and saw the admiration and affection there. In that moment, Brittany felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Chapter 8: Appetizers with a Surprise Twist
Amy and Brittany walked arm in arm, the high heels clicking on the pavement as they made their way to the entrance of the 5-star luxury restaurant.
The valet workers couldn't help but stare, their eyes fixed on Amy and Brittany's stunning appearance. Amy smiled, enjoying the attention, as she guided Brittany towards the entrance.
Inside, the hostess greeted them with a warm smile and led them to a reserved table in a dark, candle-lit corner of the restaurant. The ambiance was intimate, the soft glow of the candles casting a romantic spell over the surroundings.
As they reached the table, Amy whispered, "Surprise," her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Brittany's eyes widened in shock as he noticed two guys waiting at their table, their faces friendly and welcoming. One of the men, tall and dark-haired, stood up, his eyes locked on Brittany. "You look stunning," he said, his voice sincere.
The other man, blond and blue-eyed, nodded in agreement, his gaze roaming over Brittany's face and figure.
Amy smiled, pleased with herself. "I didn't mention it was a double date, did I?" she said, her voice playful.
Brittany's mind reeled as he tried to process the unexpected turn of events. He felt a mix of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and a dash of uncertainty.
As they sat down, Amy took Brittany's hand, her touch reassuring. "Don't worry, I've got you," she whispered.
Brittany took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He glanced at the two men, who were now chatting with Amy, and felt a sense of trepidation. What had he gotten himself into?
Chapter 9: A Night to Remember
Amy smiled warmly as she introduced Brittany to her friends Jeff and Craig. Both men were tall, handsome, and confident, and they immediately gravitated towards Brittany. "Wow, you're stunning," Jeff said, his eyes locked on Brittany's face. "I know, right?" Craig agreed, his gaze roaming over Brittany's figure. "You look absolutely gorgeous."
Brittany felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he realized they had no idea he was actually a guy. He looked at Amy pleadingly, but she just winked and smiled, seemingly enjoying the attention and the situation .
As they sat down in the booth, Amy snuggled up close to Jeff, while Brittany was sandwiched between Jeff and Craig.
The proximity was overwhelming, and Brittany felt like he was trapped in a whirlwind of sensations.
The conversation flowed easily, with Amy and her friends chatting about everything from work to their favorite hobbies. Brittany tried to join in, but he was too distracted by the attention from Jeff and Craig.
As the night wore on, Brittany found himself getting more and more comfortable in his role. He started to enjoy the attention, and even caught himself flirting with Jeff and Craig.
Amy watched with a knowing smile, happy to see Brittany having a good time. But as the appetizers arrived, Brittany's nerves began to fray. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up the charade, especially with two handsome men vying for his attention.
He glanced at Amy, hoping for some guidance, but she just raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her drink.
Chapter 10: Breaking the Ice
As the night wore on, Jeff and Amy's chemistry became more and more apparent. They laughed and joked, their flirtation growing more intense with every passing minute.
Brittany watched, slightly amazed, as Amy seemed to blossom in Jeff's presence.
Meanwhile, Craig was working his charm on Brittany, telling jokes and stories that left Brittany giggling.
Craig's confidence was infectious, and Brittany found himself relaxing in the other man's presence.
As Craig flexed his muscular arm, Brittany playfully patted it, feeling a spark of attraction.
Craig's eyes locked onto Brittany's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Brittany felt a flutter in his chest, unsure of how to process the sensations.
Craig smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Brittany's heart skipped a beat.
Amy noticed the exchange and smiled knowingly. She leaned over to Jeff and whispered something in his ear, making him chuckle.
Brittany wondered what she had said, but before he could ask, Craig asked him another question, drawing him back into the conversation.
As the evening progressed, Brittany found himself having more and more fun. He was surprised by how natural it felt to be surrounded by these people, especially Craig.
The attention from Craig was intoxicating, and Brittany couldn't help but wonder what might happen next.
Chapter 11: Dessert and Desire
As the music slowed, Amy and Jeff got up to dance, swaying to the rhythm in each other's arms.
The atmosphere was intimate, and Brittany couldn't help but watch, mesmerized, as Amy and Jeff's dance turned into a passionate kiss.
Craig, seated beside Brittany, watched the couple with a knowing smile.
Without hesitation, he slyly placed his arm around Brittany's shoulders, pulling him close.
Brittany felt a rush of excitement as he was forced to rest his head on Craig's muscular arm.
The proximity was exhilarating, and Brittany couldn't help but feel a sense of desire wash over him.
Craig's arm was strong and comforting, and Brittany found himself leaning into the touch.
As they watched Amy and Jeff's passionate kiss, Brittany felt Craig's heartbeat against his ear, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be kissed like that.
The music, the darkness, and the closeness all combined to create a sense of intimacy that Brittany couldn't ignore. He felt himself getting lost in the moment, unsure of what might happen next.
Craig's arm held him close, and Brittany didn't pull away, enjoying the sensation of being held.
Chapter 12: A Sexy Secret
As Craig's arm wrapped around Brittany's shoulders, his gaze drifted down to the hem of Brittany's skirt. "Is that a garter strap?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, his eyes locked on the spot where the garter peeked out.
Brittany's face flushed as he realized the garter was visible. Embarrassed, he tried to pull his skirt down, but Craig was too quick. He grabbed Brittany's wrist, stopping him, and whispered, "Don't hide it. I think it's sexy."
Craig's voice was smooth and deep, sending shivers down Brittany's spine. Brittany's heart raced as he met Craig's gaze, seeing the genuine attraction there.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Craig's grip on Brittany's wrist was gentle but firm, and Brittany felt a surge of excitement mixed with a touch of fear.
He wasn't sure how to react, but Craig's words echoed in his mind: "I think it's sexy."
No one had ever said anything like that to him before, and Brittany wasn't sure how to process the sensation.
Chapter 13: A Flirtatious Moment
Craig's fingers slipped under the hem of Brittany's skirt, finding the garter strap. He gave it a gentle tug, and it snapped sensually against Brittany's thigh. "I love garters, and you have the nicest legs to go with them," Craig said matter-of-factly.
Brittany's face flushed with embarrassment, but Craig's words sent a thrill through him. No one had ever complimented him like that before.
Craig's eyes sparkled with amusement, and Brittany felt a flutter in his chest. The moment hung in the air, charged with tension.
Brittany wasn't sure how to react, but Craig's smile put him at ease. "You're beautiful, Brittany," Craig said, his voice sincere.
Brittany looked away, his heart racing. He wasn't used to such direct attention, but Craig's words made him feel seen and appreciated.
As he glanced back at Craig, he saw the genuine admiration in his eyes.
Chapter 14: Stolen
The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation. Craig's eyes locked onto Brittany's, and without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against Brittany's in a soft, gentle kiss.
Brittany's heart skipped a beat as he felt the touch of Craig's lips. It was unexpected, yet somehow felt right. The kiss was brief, but it sent shivers down Brittany's spine.
As Craig pulled back, Brittany's eyes met his, filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Craig smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and whispered, "I've been wanting to do that all night."
Brittany's face flushed, but he couldn't help but smile. The kiss had been a spark of electricity, and he wasn't sure what to do with the feelings it had awakened. But as he looked into Craig's eyes, he felt a sense of connection he couldn't ignore.
Chapter 15: A Desire Unspoken
“Then don’t stop” …. Brittany's words hung in the air, and he felt his face heat up with surprise.
"Did I say that out loud?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Craig's smile grew, and he leaned in closer, his voice low and husky. "You did," he replied, his eyes locked on Brittany's.
Brittany's heart raced as he felt Craig's warm breath on his skin. He hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the kiss had left him feeling breathless and wanting more.
Craig's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and Brittany felt like he could see the desire he was trying to hide.
Without another word, Craig leaned in again, his lips meeting Brittany's in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. This time, Brittany didn't pull away and parted his lips allowing Craig’s tongue to slip inside his mouth.
He let himself get lost in the moment, feeling the sparks fly between them. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the magic of the moment.
Chapter 16: An Unwelcome Interruption
Just as Craig and Brittany were getting lost in the moment, a loud voice interrupted them. "Someone's having fun!" Amy exclaimed, grinning mischievously as she and Jeff rejoined the group at the table.
Craig and Brittany quickly pulled away from each other, their faces flushed. They exchanged a sheepish glance, both of them trying to compose themselves.
Amy's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in the scene. "What's going on here?" she asked, her voice teasing.
Jeff chuckled. "I think we caught them in the act!"
Brittany's face turned bright red as he tried to play it cool. "Nothing's going on," he said, attempting to brush it off.
Craig, however, just smiled and wrapped his arm around Brittany's shoulders. "Just enjoying each other's company," he said, his eyes locked on Brittany's.
The group's banter and laughter filled the air, and Brittany felt his tension ease. He glanced at Craig, who was smiling at him, and felt a flutter in his chest.
Maybe this was just the beginning of something special.
The End …
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Asher stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his heart racing with anticipation. He had always loved the smooth, sleek look of shaved legs, and today he was enjoying the bliss for himself.
With a deep breath, he began to carefully shave his legs, the cool razor gliding over his skin, revealing the soft, hairless surface beneath.
Once he finished, Asher felt a thrill of excitement as he slipped into the Wolford pantyhose. The fabric hugged his legs, molding to his shape, and he couldn't help but admire the way his calves looked, accentuated by the sheer material. The gentle stretch of the pantyhose as he moved was almost intoxicating, and Asher found himself swaying slightly, enjoying the sensation.
Next, he slipped on a silk slip, the smooth fabric caressing his skin like a whisper. The way it draped over his body was mesmerizing, and Asher couldn't resist twirling in front of the mirror, watching as the silk flowed around him.
He felt elegant, refined, and utterly captivated by the sensations the fabric provided.
Finally, Asher stepped into the dress, the soft rustle of the fabric as he moved sending shivers down his spine. He zipped it up, feeling the snug fit emphasize his slender frame. The dress was a perfect fit, and Asher couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction as he looked at himself in the mirror.
The pièce de résistance was the 120 cm heels. As Asher slipped them on, he felt a surge of excitement. The height added an extra layer of elegance to his already poised demeanor, and the way his legs looked in the pantyhose and heels was almost too much to bear.
He felt like a different person, one who was confident, poised, and utterly in love with the way he looked and felt.
As the day went on, Asher found himself lost in the sensations of the clothing. He lounged on the couch, reading a book, and the way the silk slip caressed his skin as he turned the pages was almost hypnotic.
He got up to make himself a snack, and the soft rustle of the dress as he moved was like music to his ears.
As he cleaned his apartment, Asher couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in the way the pantyhose hugged his legs, the way the heels clicked on the floor. Even the mundane tasks seemed elegant, refined, and utterly captivating.
Later, as he watched TV, Asher felt the same sense of wonder. The way the fabric of the dress draped over his legs, the way the pantyhose shimmered in the light, it was all so captivating. He felt like he was in a dream, one that he never wanted to wake up from.
As the day drew to a close, Asher realized that he was addicted. He was addicted to the sensations of the clothing, the way it made him feel, and the way he looked. He knew that he would be wearing these clothes again, and soon. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him, and Asher couldn't help but smile as he looked at himself in the mirror, the silk slip, pantyhose, dress, and heels all combining to create a sense of elegance and refinement that he couldn't get enough of…..
….Six months later:
Asher stood in front of the mirror, admiring the transformation he had created. The Wolford pantyhose, silk slip, and dress were still his favorite parts of the outfit, but the addition of makeup and a wig had taken his look to a whole new level.
The subtle contours and highlights on his face accentuated his features, and the wig added a touch of sophistication to his overall appearance that only months of tedious practice, diet and patience few would ever know or appreciate .
He slipped on his 120 cm heels loving the swoosh of nylon as his feet slipper into the sexy shoes then standing and feeling the familiar click of the heels on the floor as he moved.
Asher couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness as he prepared to leave the house. He had never worn such an elaborate outfit in public before, and he wasn't sure how people would react.
As he walked out the door, Asher felt the cool breeze on his legs, and the pantyhose seemed to shimmer in the light. He loved the way the dress swirled around his legs as he moved, and the heels clicked on the pavement. Every step felt like a declaration of confidence and poise.
At the coffee shop, Asher joined the line, feeling a sense of anonymity amidst the crowd. He ordered his coffee and waited, taking in the atmosphere of the bustling cafe.
That's when he saw him - a familiar face from high school, Jake, who was sitting at a table by the window.
Asher's heart skipped a beat as Jake looked up, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. But to Asher's surprise, Jake didn't recognize him. Asher couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of being incognito.
As he waited for his coffee, Asher couldn't resist sneaking glances at Jake. He looked different, yet somehow more charming than Asher remembered.
Jake caught his eye again, and this time, he smiled. Asher felt a flutter in his chest as Jake got up and walked over to him.
"Mind if I join you?" Jake asked, his voice low and smooth. Asher nodded his head in cautious affirmation , feeling a sense of shyness wash over him.
Jake sat down, and they introduced themselves. Asher used the pseudonym Ashley, and Jake seemed enchanted by him.
As they chatted, Asher found himself getting lost in the conversation. Jake was charming, witty, and kind, and Asher
couldn't help but feel drawn to him. The way Jake looked at him, with genuine interest and admiration, made Asher's heart skip a beat.
As they sipped their coffee, Asher realized that he was having the time of his life. The clothes, the makeup, the wig - it all seemed worth it for this chance encounter. He felt like a different person, one who was confident, alluring, and desirable.
As they parted ways, Jake asked for Asher's number, and Asher hesitated for a moment before handing it over.
As they said their goodbyes, Asher couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He had no idea what the future held, but he knew that he wanted to see Jake again.
As he walked back home, Asher felt the same sense of joy and wonder that he had experienced earlier. The clothes, the makeup, the wig - it all seemed to have unlocked a part of him that he never knew existed.
He felt like he was living in a romantic novel, and he couldn't wait to see what happened next.
Asher's heart skipped a beat as he heard the phone ring, Jake's voice on the other end asking him out on a dinner date.
Despite his initial terror, Asher found himself agreeing, and they set the date for Friday.
The anticipation that followed was almost unbearable, and Asher couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As the day of the date approached, Asher's preparations became more meticulous.
He applied a generous amount of Victoria's Secret Love Spell lotion to his smooth skin, the sweet fragrance filling the air as he massaged it into his skin. The lotion left his skin feeling silky smooth, and he couldn't help but admire the way it made him glow.
Next, Asher slipped into the velvet black mini dress, the black on black leopard print subtle yet alluring.
The dress hugged his body perfectly, accentuating his slender frame. He added a black silk garter belt, with matching panties and push up bra, carefully attaching the C cup breast forms that he had purchase secretly on line.
The soft fabric caressing his skin as he delicately attached the Wolford garter stockings. The silky sheer black stockings felt divine against his skin and he couldn’t help but reach down and feel the sensual material rubbing his hands up and down his sexy legs taking his own breath away with the extacy of the sensations.
He loved the sensations of the garters pulling against the garter belt as he moved there is nothing like it he caught himself gushing out loud .
Asher's eyes widened as he slipped on the 120 mm So Kate black Louboutin red bottom high heel pumps.
The shoes were a work of art, the red soles gleaming in the light. He felt like a million bucks as he stood up, the heels clicking on the floor as he moved.
The finishing touches were his makeup, a glam striking look that accentuated his features making his eyes look impossibly large and seductive.
Asher added a platinum blonde straight wig with perfection that the most observant eyes would never know wasn’t his real hair. He loved the way the sexy hair looked cascading down his back like a golden waterfall.
He applied fake pink nails, the delicate shape and color adding another touch of femininity to his overall look.
A charming necklace sparkled around his neck, and he dabbed on some Love Spell perfume, the fragrance mingling with the lotion on his skin intoxicating his nostrils the same way he fully expected to have the same effect on Jake .
As Asher stood in front of the full-length mirror, he was shocked and stunned by his own beauty.
The reflection staring back at him was almost unrecognizable, a vision of elegance and poise.
The dress, the stockings, the shoes - everything seemed to come together to create a look that was both captivating and alluring and damn all that dieting paid off with his slender waist and his perky ass looked all too seductive morso than an average man could resist.
Asher's heart skipped a beat as he heard the doorbell ring, signaling Jake's arrival. He took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He was ready to take on the night, to see where this chance encounter would lead.
With one last glance in the mirror, Asher smiled, feeling like the most beautiful version of himself. He opened the door, and Jake's eyes widened in admiration as he took in Asher's stunning look. "
You look breathtaking," Jake said, his voice filled with sincerity. Asher blushed, feeling like he was on cloud nine.
As Asher stood in the doorway, he could feel Jake's eyes on him, drinking in every detail of his outfit. He smiled to himself, knowing he looked stunning.
Jake's reaction was priceless - he seemed slightly underdressed, and his eyes kept drifting to Asher's sexy calves and stilettos .
When Jake finally stuttered out the question, "Are you... ready?" Asher nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement.
Jake took his arm, and Asher leaned into him slightly, enjoying the gentle pressure of Jake's hand on his skin. As they walked to the Porsche, Asher felt a little unsteady in his heels, but Jake's grip helped him balance.
As he slid into the passenger seat, Asher caught Jake's eye, and he knew he had him hooked. He smiled, feeling a sense of power and confidence.
As he swung his legs into the car, he caught Jake stealing one last glance at his legs and shoes. Asher's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, and he knew that this night was going to be epic.
With a satisfied smile, Asher settled into the seat, feeling the soft leather envelop him.
He watched as Jake closed the door, and then turned to him with a smile. "Let's go," Asher said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jake's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back, and Asher's heart fluttered with anticipation.
As Jake turned on the car's stereo, the soft, sultry sounds of a romantic playlist filled the air.
Asher smiled to himself, feeling the music match the mood perfectly. He crossed his legs towards Jake, the velvet dress rustling softly as the leather seats creaked beneath him.
The feel of the cool leather against his stockings was delicious, and he couldn't help but enjoy the sensation.
Jake, on the other hand, was having a harder time keeping his eyes on the road.
He stole glance after glance at Asher's legs, his eyes drawn to the way the stockings seemed to shimmer in the dim light.
The red soles of Asher's shoes caught his eye, and he felt a surge of unquenchable desire and attraction.
The drive was getting a little hairy, with Jake narrowly avoiding a few close calls on the road.
Asher noticed Jake's distraction and decided to take matters into his own hands.
With a bold move, he reached out and grabbed Jake's hand, intertwining their fingers.
Don't be distracted," Asher whispered, his voice husky and intimate. "I'm here all night, baby."
Jake's eyes snapped back to the road, but he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at Asher's touch.
The gentle pressure of Asher's hand in his was electric, and he felt his heart rate pick up. He squeezed Asher's hand gently, feeling a sense of connection that went beyond mere physical attraction.
As they drove through the night, the music and the darkness seemed to wrap around them, creating a sense of intimacy that was hard to ignore.
Jake's distraction got the better of him, and he made a bold move, gently lifting Asher's legs onto his lap as he drove.
Asher's eyes fluttered closed as Jake's hands began to caress his legs, starting from the arch of his feet and tracing a path up to the hem of his dress, just below the garter straps.
The thin, silky Wolford stockings seemed to melt under Jake's touch, allowing the warmth of his hands to seep through causing euphoric blissful sensations causing Asher to feel a familiar bulge starting to form and press against his silky panties.
Asher's heart racing, he felt himself becoming engulfed by the sensations of Jake's exploring hands. The gentle pressure, the tender touch, and the soft caresses all combined to create a sense of intimacy that was both thrilling and exhilarating.
As Jake's fingers danced across his skin, Asher felt his breath catch in his throat, and he couldn't help but wonder if he could keep his cock under control so it wouldn’t ruin his secret but damn his hands on Asher’s legs were making things hard literally and figuratively.
The music continued to play softly in the background, but Asher's focus was solely on Jake's hands, his touch, and the sensations that were coursing through his body.
He felt alive, electric, and connected to Jake in a way that was both surprising and wonderful. As the car glided through the night, Asher knew that this could lead to some serious trouble …
As the Porsche pulled up to the 5-star restaurant, Asher/Ashley reluctantly extracted his legs from Jake's lap, the loss of his gentle caresses leaving his skin tingling with anticipation.
The soft glow of the restaurant's lights danced across his face, illuminating the flush that rose to his cheeks as he gazed into Jake's eyes, the connection between them crackling with budding desire.
As he slid out of the low-slung sports car, Ashley's legs unfolded like a vision, the sheer Wolford stockings shimmering like moonlight on his skin.
The valets, polished and poised, couldn't help but stare, their eyes drawn to the vision of elegance that stood before them.
Ashley's gaze swept over them, his eyes flashing with a hint of amusement as he noted the admiring glances, the subtle nod of appreciation from one, the barely concealed envy from another.
The sound of his heels clicking on the polished marble floor was like a symphony, each step a deliberate, sensual beat that seemed to match the rhythm of his heart.
Jake's hand found its way to the small of his back, his touch igniting a spark of electricity that ran through his entire body.
As they walked towards the hostess desk, the atmosphere around them seemed to thicken, the air heavy with anticipation.
Ashley felt a thrill of excitement as he navigated the restaurant in heels, his masculine energy subtly underlying his feminine presentation.
He reveled in the attention, the admiring glances, and the whispers of those around him. Jake's eyes never left his body, his gaze burning with desire and admiration.
The hostess, a vision in her own right, greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes flicking to Ashley's face, then to Jake's, before returning to the reservation book.
"Right this way, please," she said, her voice husky, as she led them through the crowded dining room, Ashley's heels clicking out a seductive beat that seemed to draw the eyes of every patron.
As they followed, Jake's hand remained on Ashley's back, a gentle pressure that seemed to guide him through the room, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine, sending shivers across his body .
The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire, the promise of a night that would be unforgettable perhaps in ways that Ashley could not have imagined not in a million years.
Jake leaned in and whispered in Ashley’s ear “I thought the evening could use some company so I invited my best friend and his girlfriend to join us.”
As Jake's whispered suggestion hung in the air, Ashley's gaze drifted toward the booth, and his heart stopped.
There, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, sat Amy, his ex-girlfriend, laughing and smiling with the man who had shattered his world a year ago.
Mark, the alpha male with chiseled features and piercing eyes, gazed adoringly at Amy, his hand possessively draped over hers.
Ashley's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. The sound of clinking glasses, the hum of conversation, and the soft strains of jazz music faded into the background as he felt himself transported back to a time he thought he'd left behind.
The memories came flooding back – the lies, the betrayal, the crushing heartbreak.
He remembered the countless nights he'd spent crying himself to sleep, the endless days of loneliness and self-doubt.
It was during those dark times that he'd discovered solace in women's clothes, experimenting with makeup and heels as a way to escape the pain.
And now, here was Amy, radiant in her happiness, oblivious to the turmoil she'd left in her wake.
Ashley's gaze locked onto Amy's face, searching for any glimmer of recognition. Would she see past the elegant facade he'd crafted?
Would she realize that the poised, sophisticated woman standing before her was, in fact, the same loser guy who she'd so callously discarded?
The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
As he stood frozen, Jake's hand on his back seemed to anchor him to the present.
Ashley felt a surge of gratitude toward Jake, who remained blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding before them.
With a Herculean effort, Ashley summoned a mask of calm, his features smoothing out as he forced himself to breathe.
The world around him snapped back into focus – the soft glow of candles, the gentle clinking of glasses, and the muted hum of conversation.
But Ashley's heart remained frozen in time, suspended in a moment of raw emotion.
This night, which had promised to be a celebration of new beginnings, had transformed into a confrontation with the ghosts of his past.
And Ashley knew, with unshakeable certainty, that this was somehow going to be a night he would never forget.
As Ashley slid into the booth, the soft leather enveloping him like a gentle caress, he deliberately avoided eye contact with Amy, his ex-girlfriend.
However, his gaze drifted back to her, and he couldn't help but notice the subtle changes that a year had brought.
Amy's features, once so finely chiseled, now seemed slightly softer, her skin lacking the radiant glow he remembered.
Her makeup, while still expertly applied, lacked the finesse that Ashley had honed over the past year.
The eyeliner seemed a tad thicker, the lipstick a shade too bold. And then there was the weight gain – 15 pounds, perhaps, Ashley guessed, as Amy's dress seemed to strain against her curves.
The realization brought a mix of emotions: a dash of satisfaction, a pinch of vindication, and a lingering sense of hurt.
As Jake introduced Ashley to the couple, Mark's eyes locked onto Ashley's legs, clad in the sheer Wolford stockings.
A flicker of jealousy danced in Mark's gaze, and Ashley couldn't help but notice the subtle loosening of his grip on Amy's hand.
It was as if Mark's primal instincts had been triggered, his alpha male sensibilities awakened by Ashley's presence.
When Mark complimented Ashley's shoes, his voice tinged with a hint of longing, Ashley flashed him a sparkling smile.
"You have exquisite taste," Mark said, his eyes lingering on Ashley's legs. "I wish Amy would wear things like that." He elbowed Amy not as playfully as he intended…The comment hung in the air, heavy with unspoken tension.
Amy's gaze snapped toward Ashley, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and jealousy.
The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Amy's glare bore into Ashley, a silent warning to stay back.
Ashley felt a thrill of excitement, his heart pounding in his chest. The dynamics at the table had shifted, the power play now a delicate dance of emotions and desires.
As Ashley held Amy's gaze, he sensed a spark of recognition, a flicker of uncertainty.
Did she see past the facade, past the elegant dress and the poised demeanor?
The question hung in the air, suspended like a challenge, as Ashley waited with bated breath to see what might unfold.
As Ashley settled into the booth, his confidence grew with each passing moment.
Amy's gaze darted toward him, her eyes scanning his outfit with a mixture of envy and fascination.
The dress, the stockings, and the heels seemed to captivate her, and Ashley could sense her jealousy simmering just below the surface.
Mark, the man who had stolen Amy away from him a year ago, couldn't help but stare.
His eyes roamed over Ashley's body, drinking in the sight of him like a parched man at an oasis.
Ashley felt a thrill of satisfaction, his heart pounding in his chest, as he realized that Mark was utterly entranced.
A spark of an idea began to take shape in Ashley's mind, a plan of revenge that would make them both regret the way they had treated him.
Ashley's eyes locked onto Amy's, and he could see the faintest glimmer of recognition, a hint that she might be starting to piece together the puzzle.
But Ashley just smiled, a radiant, dazzling smile that left Mark breathless.
The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Ashley's confidence soared, his sense of self-worth inflating with each passing moment.
As the night wore on, Ashley knew that he had them right where he wanted them.
The question was, would he have the courage to follow through with his plan?
The stakes were high, but the potential reward was intoxicating. Ashley's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with possibilities.
He leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving Amy's face. The game was on, and Ashley was ready to play.
The only question was, who would emerge victorious? The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and Ashley felt his pulse racing with excitement. This was nothing less than an epic chance encounter .
Jake's presence faded into the background as Ashley's attention became fixated on the intricate dance of emotions playing out between him, Amy, and Mark.
The idea of revenge simmered in the depths of Ashley's mind, a tantalizing prospect that grew more alluring by the minute.
Could he pull off the ultimate act of retribution by seducing Mark, causing Amy the same heartache she had inflicted on him?
The thought sent a shiver down Ashley's spine, a delicious thrill of anticipation.
As the group's conversation flowed around him, Ashley's thoughts grew more sinister, his plan of revenge taking shape in the shadows of his mind.
He was acutely aware that one misstep could expose his secret, and the consequences would be catastrophic.
Just as Ashley's mind was consumed by his wicked plan, Amy's voice cut through the dinner, her words like a spark to dry tinder.
"You have pretty eyes," she stated with targeted envy, her gaze piercing as she searched for recognition. "There's something familiar about them. Have we met before?"
Ashley's heart skipped a beat as he felt the ground beneath him shift.
He leaned in closer to Amy, his feminine persona taking center stage.
He batted his eyelashes, his eyes locking onto hers with a confident gaze. "Not that I recall, babe," Ashley replied, his voice husky and seductive while being indifferent, distant and dismissal at the same time .
The words hung in the air like a challenge, and Ashley's heart pounded in his chest. Had he played it cool enough?
Would Amy buy the act? The game was afoot, and Ashley was ready to play.
The stakes were high, but the reward was intoxicating. As he gazed into Amy's eyes, Ashley knew he would stop at nothing to achieve his goal. The night was young, and the possibilities of revenge and retribution were endless.
To be continued….
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THE POWER OF SEXY parts 1-7
By Flygirlxoxox
My name is Alan Ambrosio and this is my story. As it happend.
Yes I am a boy and a typcal one. I have always been fascinated by girls.
Their hair, their smells, their curves, their clothes, the way the walk,
the way they talk....
At age 15 I have been involved in sports. I am quite good and very
competitive. My problem...girls. Girls to me are like kryptonite to
superman. I can be doing something confidently, intently and-- a pretty
girl comes up to me and look! It's captian corky....
I have started going to the gym and my plan is to do so all summer long.
I am trying to bulk up a little for upcoming football season. I am
having pretty good luck for my age...but I wish I could do a little
better. I have always been a little on the thin side my dad says its
because I take after my mom. I don't see it...But whatever....
Even though the best part of my story began about two years ago, I
remember it as vividly as if it were today....
While at the gym, I had been working out extemely hard and as I was
walking up to the drinking fountain, there was one of the absolute
hottest girls I have ever seen( in or out of print) drinking from of it.
You know the type -- long toned legs, perfect ankle to calf ratio...dark
tanned skin,long dark hair with just enough highlights, a cute round
butt in pink short short shorts with white sporty sripes--
Her long legs seemed to reach out forever toward white and pink shoes,
further emphasizing her perfect skin. Her eyes, and eyebrows were the
type that... oh no she caught me staring at her through the mirror...
"Ya, know," she said with a smirk as she turned around, "I only go for
guys with long hair and a tan." She winked.
I felt small under my recently buzzed crewtop and invisible with my
pasty white skin.
Then she added, "I can't help you with the first, but here is my card if
you are interested in improving the second. My name is Ell, by the way."
Before I could stammer a word, she handed me her card, spun on her heel
and was gone out the front door. Ijust stood there like an idiot while
she walked -- no glided away--you know the way some girls have that
ability to be art in motion no matter what they are doing?...
Finally I came to my senses and looked at the card she gave me. It said,
"GLAMOUR TAN where we bring your darker nature to the surface." -Ell
Victorian - Sales Associate. 25% off your first tanning package.
I knew GLAMOUR TAN. It is next door to the gym. 'long hair and tans' I
thought. Long hair and tans are for girls. Well at least the long hair
part. She must have been messing with me. She must have been just trying
to get an easy tanning sale. -At least that is what I told myself...
I quickly smelled the card -- it smelled heavenly. I sighed and put it
in my pocket and went back to my workout. As I continued to work out I
couldn't seem to concentrate on what I was doing. All I could see were
Ell's dark eyes and the all knowing wink.
Thinking of her was intoxicating My heart was still pounding, but not
from the workout. My hard earned money for a tanning package? I don't
think so. I will get tanned playing football later this summmer. For now
I really need to concentrate on bulking up for the season...
Still, 25% off sounds like a pretty good deal to me... Over the next day
and a half, I couldn't stop thinking about Ell. The image of those long
perfect legs were haunting me. The next two times I went to the gym, It
was like a magnet was pulling me towards Ell and Glamour Tan.
I walked in the gym and once again I couldn't concentrate. Those dark
legs and those eyes were calling out to me. Without realizing what I was
doing, I found myself walking back outsideof the gym and towards Glamour
Tan and Ell.
I stood there outside kicking the ground for a few moments. I could feel
my heart pounding.... What would I say to her? She is going to think I'm
just another sucker buying something I don't need based on thinking with
the wrong head.
Yet, I knew I had to see her agin no matter what! Finaly I got up the
nerve to walk in the door....
Of course a loud bell goes off to let everyone in the world know you are
there for some fake and bake... oh well-- no turning back now.
There she was putting some type of lotion in cups. I couldn't help but
stare at her perfectly colored skin and the way she moved her body doing
such a simple task. "Be right with ya," she said without looking up.
A moment later she said with a wicked grin, "Mr. Drinking fountain-- you
decided to stop buy!"
My face went bright red as I stammerd, "Hi, My name is Alan, I thought I
might try out this tanning thing."
"You are going to be so glad you did, you are going to look totally hot
with a tan, much better than that Redface." She winked again and laughed
playfully. She was enjoying this.
"Have you ever been tanning before?" she asked.
"- Uh," I started to reply...
"Didn't think so," she said teasingly. "Here I need you to fill out this
form, And here are a few pointers: "number 1 always go naked...except
cover your business with a sock. He won't like the sunshine....Number 2
always use lotion" (She waved to a display with about 5 dozen different
types) "Number three always use eye protection, and number 4 if you
really want to get the most of your tan and tan quickly, use the special
dark tanning, skin softening excelerator tablets. You get them free with
your first tanning package."
"Sounds pretty good," I said. "What do you recommend?"
"Glad you asked. Here are two tanning excelerator tablets and here is
bronzer 1 lotion it is for beginners. Oh, and you only want to go for
about 5 minutes to start."
"Thanks," I replied.
"The bed will come on automatically in 5 minutes, so go get started!"--
"Bed # 7"
I grabbed the lotion, and took the tablets at the drinking fountain by
the desk.
She smiled mischieveously as I swallowed the tanning tablets and said,
"sweet dreams" as I walked down to room #7.
Quickly I locked the door and stripped down. I coverd my entire body
with lotion as quickly as possible, wishing I had a certain someone to
put the lotion on my back for me.
A few moments later the bed came on. I put on my goggles, put a sock
over my package laid down on the bed and closed the lid.
The gentle humm and warmth of the bed felt wonderful. I can't remember
the last time I was so relaxed. The five minutes went by way too fast
and the next thing I knew the lights were off and a bell went off.
As I climbed out of the bed, I looked in the mirror and didn't notice
any tan or anthing. I stuck out my chest, flexed my abs and biceps. Not
bad I thought. I put my clothes back on and headed back toward the front
desk.
"How was it?" Ell aked.
"Relaxing," I smiled.
"Great -- I am glad you enjoyed it. she said. Now one more thing, here
are a couple more tanning tablets I want you to take them before bed.
Now these are brand new on the market so don't tell anyone else you are
getting them. We only give them to 'special' clients.....Now don't
forget to take them and I will see you tommorrow for round two!"
I walked out the door on cloud 9. It was worth it to to have to buy a
tanning package to be able to talk to Ell. I knew I had to keep things
cool so I didn't freak her out, but I couldn't help thinking about her
every second.
The day was rather uneventful. Daydreaming about Ell and getting ready
for school and football season to start. It was barely the beginning of
summer vacation, so I had a long time to get ready. And hey if I never
got anywhere with Ell, maybe my new tan would help me get some other
chicks once school started back up.
As I got ready for bed, I rememberd to take the tablets. Strange I
thought.. but anything for Ell. ....
As the next few weeks went by my routine was pretty much the same. I
would sleep in, go tanning and work out.
My tan was slowly getting darker, and Ell seemed to really like it, she
always complemented me on how good I was looking .
Slowly we began having small conversations about the weather, school,
her job, the gym any excuse I could get to stare at her.
One thing that was starting to concern me was my gym time. Lately I felt
like I was getting weaker. It seemed like the weights that I was lifting
a few weeks ago were starting to feel a lot harder. This was supposed to
be getting easier.
Also I noticed that my body, although still very lean, was gaining a
softness to it. I figured I just wasn't doing enough cardio and started
increasing my cardio to one hour instead of 20 minutes and started
spending more time lifting....
After another few weeks, I walked into the tanning salon and Ell said,
"Hey, I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie with me instead
of the gym today... your hair is starting to get a little longer." She
smiled and winked.
"Sounds Great!" I said.
"Wonderful, now here are your tanning tabs, your lotion and I believe
you are up to 20 minute-- Go jump in the bed and I will be gettin ready
to go."
I Gulped down the tanning tablets and bolted for the room #7. 20 minutes
already? That was the full tan time! I thought to myself. -- This must
all be working.
I quickly began undressing and as I started putting the lotion on I
caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was looking really tan
already. Not as dark as Ell, but way darker than I have ever been
before. Also I noticed that my muscle was really looking small and my
butt seemed to be getting a little bigger. I also kind of found myself
liking what I saw...in a weird way...
Anyhow I will worry about that later. Just need to do more squats and
lunges to get my butt back, more arm work an I will be back to normal in
no time.
I hopped in the bed and drifted away with thoughts of Ell dancing
through my head. I couldn't believe we were going to go anywhere
together. I was such a stud...
...as the lights went dark, Ell grabbed my hand and quickly moved it
onto her knee... I froze in delight as I felt the warm silky smoothness
of her knee. My fingers slowly began corressing it and my hand started
to slowy climb from her knee to her thigh. I felt the hem of her skirt
and slowly slipped my fingers underneath and began inching my way
up...she grabbed my hand and encouraging me to move faster the slight
moan she wisperd in my ear with a quick nibble to my lobe found us
quickly in a tight lip lock...just as my tongue started to slip my way
through her teeth, of all things, the fire alarm went off in the movie
theater...
..No it was just the tanning bed going off. It had been 20 minutes. Part
of me groaned to be interrupted from such a sweat fantacy dream...and
the other part was overjoyed with the prospect of my dream becomming a
reality over the next few hours.
As I got up to change back into my clothes, I couldn't help looking at
myself in the mirror. I was really starting to get dark my skin was
looking great, but I really seemed to be losing the definition of muscle
I had worked so hard to gain.
My body looked slightly different but I couldn't quite put my finger on
it...As I pulled on my pants, I couldn't help but notice how tight the
butt was getting, yet around my waist I had inches to spare...
No matter, it was time to go see Ell.
Ell was waiting at the front desk when I came out. "My, My, you are
look'in good! That tan is really bringing out your true self, Allie!"
Ell said with a beaming smile.
"Allie?" Only my mom calls me that--when I am in trouble I thought. Ell
can call me whatever she wants though, I don't mind.
"So what do you want to go see?" I asked.
"Well...there isn't much playing, but I have to be back to work in 2
hours, the only thing that would work is WHITE CHICKS..." --"Is that OK
with you?-- My treat."
In my mind I was trying to remember if I knew what it was about...in
reality I didn't care...maybe I should have-- but the thought of going
anywhere with Ell was more than I could imagine.
"Sounds good," I replied.
Luckily for me, the theater was in the same parking lot as the gym and
the tanning salon... My mom and I were at ends about driving and I
didn't want to look like a car-less loser in front of Ell. Especially on
our fist -date- I am excited.
When Elll stepped out from behind the counter, I was a little
dissapointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of a short mini.
-- I would survive.
As we began walking over to the Theater, she said, "Thanks for going
with me today."
She slipped her arm through mine, -- a safe move for her but
exhillerating for me, although it was nothing more than two girl
friends, or a brother and sister might do.
"So, getting all buffed up for football season..." She winked and
pinched my upper arm. "Ohh, niiicccee." She overemphasized much like a
mom would trying to please her kid."
"Yeah, trying," I replied. "But lately it seems like I am not getting
anywhere and I don't seem to be as muscular as I was a few weeks ago...I
think I have even lost a little weight."
"Really?" she stated with a questioning look on her face, She glanced me
up and down at me and said, "I think you are looking extremely hot
compared to a few weeks ago."
I would have frenched her right there, but for some reason I wasn't
feeling quite as manly.
"Thanks I replied I'm trying," I said.
"Besides," she added, "I don't really like those giant boys pounding on
each other-- what makes you want to do it anyway."
..Ok warning how do I reply to this...the obvious answer to me was to
get chicks but here is a hotter than hot chick clinging on my arm
telling me she could care less about football players...
"Most guys just do it to get the chicks," she said knowingly..."But it
seems to me that if they wanted to spend time with chicks --cheerleading
would be a better option" she said with a sarcastic laugh and smile....
"Anyway you were telling me WHY you want to play football..."
She stopped turned me to her face staring me in the eyes.
"Um...because of my Dad I guess. He played football, and he says it will
toughen me up, build character and turn me into a man," I said, staring
at my toes.
"Into a man...how sad," she whispered, as if to no one in particular.
"What do you mean?" I aked.
"Oh, nothing.......(she paused)...........I just don't see what is so
great about being manly, fighting wars, smelling bad, stressing, Body
hair--gross." she stuck out her tougue..." I guess I am just Sooo0 glad
that I am a girl," she emphasised. "I get to pamper myself, look pretty,
stay clean, smell good, remove body hair, wear skirts and heels and
nylons, do my nails, make up,long hair, ahhhh? she sighed....
She continued, "That is really why we are the stonger sex you know...
the power of Sexy --Sexy can conquer armies, steal hearts, make any man
do anything we want" she was beeming as if she had given this much
thought.
I couldn't argue...Ell could truely get me to do anything that she
wanted me to..............
The movie was uneventful. Ell played extremely hard to get durring the
movie. The movie was strange...the story of two cops who dressed up like
girls...whatever--
I really didn't pay much attention. All I was thinking about was
Ell...She seemed totally into it. Laughing and on the edge of her seat.
Other than sharing a popcorn that was about the extent of the excitement
of physical contact.
As I walked Ell back to her work, she seemed very lively --talking about
how much she like the movie and how she thought it was cool that those
guys had to go through all that to see how difficult, and fun it is
being a woman..blah, blah, blah-whatever.
"Thanks for the movie" I said as we stopped at the front door of the
Salon. "Next time it will be my treat andI get to pick the movie." I
added.
"Sounds great," she said, "gotta go." With that she spun on her heel and
headed into the salon. But not before blowing me a kiss with wink...
"See ya tommorow Allie," she said and was gone.
Girls are wierd I had decided. I also knew I was madly in love.
That night back at the house... Oh, by the way I have an older sister
Tammy who is going to be a snior this year, and a baby brother John. My
folks have been married for 20 years and seem happy. My Dad is a hard
nosed police officer, and my mom works at a jewelry store. My
grandparents babysit John until about 6:00 pm every day when my mom gets
off work, And my Dad Works odd hours. Tammy and I are typical brother
and sister. We fight a little and get along a little, but we really
don't have that much in common. She is about my height, 5' 7" but is
built like a stick. She is pretty in her own way I guess, although she
tries even harder. People say she resembles my father. I don't see it.
... Anyway back at the house that night, we were eating dinner when my
dad said, "So Al, how is the weight lifting going....you are looking
kind of skinny....Honey pass the boy another steak...better eat up if
you don't want to lose your position this year."..."Have you been
swimming you are looking really tan..."
"Um yeah, I have been swimming...over at a friends house and um yeah I
have been working out at the gym almost every day," I replied.
"That's my boy," my dad said.
He was sure I was going to go pro so he could retire from the police
force...I guess all fathers dream that their sons will gro up to be a
better version of themselves.
That night I had a strange dream....very strange dream. I was at home
alone and there was someone trying to break into our house. For some
reason I felt the only way I could sneak out was as someone else. I
decided to disguse myself as a girl...
I went to my sisters room and began looking though her clothes for
something to wear... I couldn't help the words of Ell kept flashing
through my mind as I looked through her closets and drawers...'I guess I
am just Sooo glad that I am a girl. I get to pamper myself, look pretty,
stay clean, smell good, remove body hair, wear skirts and heels and
nylons....that is really why we are the stonger sex you know... the
power of Sexy --Sexy can conquer armies, steal hearts, make any man do
anything we want"
I woke up in a sweat. Although I hadn't tried on any of my sisters
clothes...for some reason I really wanted to in my dream... That was too
wierd. I went back to sleep.
The next day for some reason I couldn't get that dream out of my head as
well as the words of Ell. What is it like to be a girl? To be pretty?
All of the strangely wonderful clothes that they wear?.... I shook my
head. What is wrong with you Al?
I just needed a little weight lifting to clear my head. After going to
the gym and pumping iron for a while I decided I need to clear my head
further by not going tanning. I didn't want to think about Ell, or girls
or girlie things for the rest of the day. I know Ell said I should go
every day. But I think some X-Box is just what the doctor ordered.
After about a half hour playing Fight-night Round 3 (What more manly of
a game is there) the phone started ringing. Probably another
telemarketer....I'll let the machine pick up.
"...Hellow you have reached the Ambrosio residence, we are unable to
make it to the phone right now, so please leave a message and we will
get back to you as soon as possible...beeeeeeeeeeep"....Click. The
caller hung up.
About 5 minutes later, the phone rang again. I thought maybe it is
someone important and I had better answer. I picked up.
"Hello. Is Alan there?"
"This is he," I said.
"Al! This is Ell--Where were you today? I missed seeing you at the
salon. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah," I blurped.
"So why didn't you come by today?" Ell asked.
"I don't know. I guess I have just been feeling kind of strange lately
and needed to clear my head," I said.
"Did I do or say something wrong?" she asked.
"No....I've just been having some strange dreams and thoughts lately," I
reluctantly replied.
"Like what?" she said.
"I'd rather not talk about it," I replied.
"I can respect that I guess. But I am very understanding," she shot
back.
"Thanks," I said. "It is really not that big of a deal."
"Ok," she said. "....Hey I was wondering what you are doing tomorrow?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because my parents are out of town, I am extremely bored and I want you
to come over and hang out," she said.
"Bored huh?" I said cautiously.
"That came out wrong," she said. "I really like hanging out with you and
I think we are getting to be good friends, and, well I want to become
even better friends, so will you please, please come over tomorrow?"
--That sounded a little better --I am a stud.
"How do I get to your house?" I asked.
After she gave me the directions, we said our goodbye's and hung up.
What is going on, I thought. This girl is so freaking hot.... Maybe my
movie dream is about to come true. That night, luckily no more wierd
dreams.
The next day we had predetermined to meet around 10:00 am. Ell said that
she had a swimming pool and a pool table, big screan tv, home theater,
and we could just hang out or do any of the above, so come prepared.
Not wanting to look too desperate, I waited until about 10:15 to knock
on her door. Her house was HUGE. They must have a lot of money.
Mid knock, the door sprang open and Ell was standing there tapping her
toe. "You're late she teased....I was beginning to think you had changed
your mind. Well come in and make yourself at home. I have warm cookies
and cold milk in the kitchen. Park youself infront of the big screen.
Here is the remote. I will be right with you."
I flipped on Giant TV and started flipping through channels. I have
never seen so many TV stations in my life. I stopped briefly on MTV-2
where the pussycat dolls were dancing ....I wanted to watch, but I
didn't want Ell to think I was a perv. so I turned to Sports Center to
see what was going on in pre-football season.
A couple of minutes later, Ell walked out (she was wearing short shorts,
a lace cami top... must have been a push up bra. She was barefoot and
her toes were pink. She was killing me.
"Pussycat dolls eh Alan? They're HOT. You don't have to change the
chanel on my accout. I know what boys really like and I don't mind...
remember the power of sexy."
She sat down and crossed those long tanned legs towards me and 'sexily
fed me a cookie'.
"Now on the subject of music vidieos, what would you say is your ALL
TIME Favorite music vidieo? And it better involve a hot chick or I will
think you are weird."
Wow on the hot seat. I guess I better be honest. "Ok, fine in all
honesty, I would have to say 'These Boots are Made for Walking' By
Jessica Simpson," I said.
"Very HOT," Ell smiled. "One of my favorties as well," she added.
"So what is your all time favorite of all time and it better include
some sexy guys," I shot back.
"In all honesty?" she sighed.
"All honesty," I replied.
"How about if I show it to you...I think you will like it as well," she
said.
She uncrossed her legs (killing me) and padded up to her room wher she
came down with a DVD. "Here it is," she said.
"WHat is it?" I asked.
"Just wait," she replied. A few moments later, Gloria Estefan was
dancing on the screen
"......Everlasting Love." I watched in facination. My mind was racing.
This music video has nothing but hot chicks in sexy outfits dancing and
girating, as well as Gloria Estefan done up with different sexy hair
styles... Not what I was expecting. This is the kind of video I REALLY
like. But no sexy guys. Maybe the truth is Ell is Gay and I am just like
her bud. That kind of sucks.
"So what do you think?" she asked.
"I like it, very sexy, but...I didn't see too many guys."
She had paused it at the end where 5 versions of Gloria Estefan were
locked arm in arm.
"Witch one do you think is the hottest?" she grinned.
"That one in the middle with the red shorter hair-- she is a hottie," I
said. I felt myself opening up a little more and more to Ell. She is
really fun to talk to. "No guys though?" I said again questioningly.
She grabbed the remote and skipped back to the pre-video interview with
Gloria Estefan.
Gloria Estefan was talking: "...This is one of my favorite vidieos,
probably because I am not in it....I was very pregnant at the time so we
used 5 female impersonators...."
Ell paused the DVD. "Wrong she said....all you saw were guys...dressed
to kill. Remember the power of sexy." She grinned as if she just showed
a poker hand of all aces.
"No way," I said. "Let me see it again."
She hit play again, and I watched the music video again from a different
point of view. I couldn't believe that all of these sexy creatures I was
watching were acutually guys.
"So, now what do you think?" she asked.
I paused to collect my thoughts. What is up with Ell. She likes guys who
dress up as girls? This is kind of wierd.
"I guess it is hard to believe all of them are guys -- especially to
admit that I think they are hot," I said. "But what is it you see in
this? Why is this your favorite video of all time?"
"I Thought you would never ask!" beamed Ell.
"Because it is the key, the secret. You see, guys seem to think they are
superior to us women. But really all they have over us is physical
strength...but with the power of sexy, they can control much more." she
said.
She continued, "Let's take you for example. You -might- be able to beat
me up," she said sarcasticly leaning over in front of me until her lips
were almost touching mine.. "But, I could seduce you in half a second
and get you to do almost anything for me." She gently rubbed my her nose
against mine and pulled a way quickly with a wicked smile.
"There is no denying you are hot, and the power of seduction is
something else, but...I don't think there is any doubt here who would
win if we were to fight," I said defensively.
"Is that a fact?" Ell replied doubtingly.
"That's a cold hard fact." I smiled back confidently.
"How sure are you?" she asked. "That you could take a little girl like
me down?"
"100%" I said cooly.
I liked where this was headed, wrestling and finishing with Ell being
pinned and with a long lip lock to finish.
"100% eh? Well how would you like to make a small wager?" Ell said half
seriously, half teasingly.
"Just tell me what you want to lose," I replied.
"Anything?" she said.
"You name it!" I said.
"Well, you are a big strong guy, so I would say the odds are definately
against me....So. Hows this: If you can pin me on my back in less than
two minutes, I will make out with you for two minutes....Buuut if I pin
you on your back in less than ONE Minute, You have to..." She paused
thoughtfully.. "Shave your legs." she smiled triumphantly, as if she had
been planning this.
She was setting me up for this. No matter, I haven't told her that I won
state wrestling my freshman year, and I have never been pinned. Making
out will just be the icing on the cake. Becides, maybe I will toy with
her a little, make it last the whole two minutes, she is so hot, it will
be a pleasure watching her squirm while I pin her.
"Pucker up!" I said. With a wicked grin.
Quickly we cleared the table out of the way and made space not to break
anything.
"Give me your watch," she said. I am setting your timer for 2 minutes.
Mine will go off in 1. Are you ready?"
We were facing each other, she was giggling and dancing side to side
like a school girl, and I was ready.
"Go!" she yelled and moved in.
She was kind of fast for a girl, but I dodged her first move, or so I
thought, her leg swung back powerfully and caught me behind the knees. I
bent over backwards just enough for her to throw me over her bent knee.
I hit the ground so hard it knocked the wind out of me... before I could
regain myself her knee was in my stomach...
.. I couldn't breath now my arms were completly pinned somehow. I've
never seen this hold before...must not be legal...
I was on my back gasping for air with her right knee on top of me, I
thought I would be enjoying this, but the pain... just then her alarm on
her watch went off.
1 minute was up and I had been pinned.
Before she let me go, she reached down and whisperd in my
ear..."Consolation prize" and licked my cheek."Now let me get my razor!"
she squealed in delight as she let me go.
I was still gasping for air, and as she headed for the bathroom she
turned and said, "I thought you played football," teasingly.
What had just happend. I have never been pinned before, and now I get
pinned in less than a minute by a hot girl who weighs less than me, and
now I have to shave my legs?
Ell trotted out with an electric hair buzzer, a safety razor, shaving
gel, and a big bucket of water. not to mention the huge smile on her
face.
"I think you wanted to lose," she said sarcasticly.
"Right," I replied still trying to catch my breath. "How did you do
that?" I asked.
"Once again, you underestimated the power of sexy....you were thinking I
am just a poor weak girl and that you could have a little fun with me.
You didn't stop to think what my back ground in martial arts might be,
who my partents are, what I do in my free time...only that I am a weak
little girl....I used that to my advantage, leverage to get what I
wanted...to see those tanned legs of yours hairless." She smiled.
"Are you ready?" she added.
"I guess," I said hesatantly.
"OK strip down to your boxers, and we will get started. I will do your
right leg for you, but you have to do the left!" she said.
With that she turned on the electric hair trimmor and started buzzing
away. "Bye, bye, curly hairy boy legs hello sexy legs," she said with a
big sexy grin.
What was going on. A few seconds ago I was supposed to dominate in
wrestling, now I am getting my legs shaved by a girl I would much rather
be making out with.
After she finished buzzing the right leg, she said, "That is looking
much better, but-" (She grabbed my hand) "Feel that," she said and ran
my hand up my leg. It was very prickly. "That just won't do she added,
only the razor gets it smoothe...now you buzz the left leg and we will
get to the fun part."
I took the razor and began cutting the hair upwards. She seemed to
really be enjoying watching this. I can't help but think I am a bit
curious as to what they will feel like completely shaved but even more
curious to find out what she gets out of all this. After I got done
buzzing, Ell took the trimmor for inspection and a little touch up.
"Good job, you are a natural," she said teasingly.
"Now, let's acutally head over to the bathroom, it will make this
easier," she said, and with that, She turned on the bath tub and began
filling it up, she poured in some vanilla smelling bubble bath.
After the tub was almost full and nearly overflowing with bubbles. "Get
in," she commanded.
"The warm water and bodywash will soften up the hairs and make them
easier to shave. We don't want any cuts or ingrown hairs for our fist
timer."
She walked out of the bathroom and shut the door. This was my que to get
in the tub. I wasn't too sure about this. But I wasn't going to be a
sore loser.
How bad could it be? Bodybuilders, swimmers, and bikers shave all the
time. I would just wear pants until it grows back-- and avoid any more
situations that could cause further humiliation for me.
I stripped down and climbed in the tub. The water was perfect it was so
warm and relaxing and although the scent of the bubblebath was extremely
feminine, I have to admit I kind of liked it.
I still couldn't believe what was ging on. I was in a hot girls house,
who just happend to be infatuated with guys who shave their legs and
dress up like girls.
What would be next I asked myself. Nothing this is where I draw the
line.
After about 10 minutes of soaking, Ell, knocked on the door. "You should
be about ripe," she chimed. "Go ahead and climb out, and wrap youself
with a towel. Let me know when you are decent."
I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around myself. "Ready," I
said.
Ell came in all smiles.. "How was it?" she asked.
"Not as bad as I thought." I looked and she was holding up a pink and
white babydoll cami with matching garter, stockings, and panties... I
stared...
"NO!--These aren't for you, but for being such a good sport I will try
them on for you after we are done...now lets get started," she
exclaimed.
OK, that sounds good I would shave my legs on my own free will to see
Ell in that outfit.
Ell reached her hand in the warm tub water and quickly ran some water
all over my right leg. Than she grabbed the shave gel and put a bunch in
the palm of her hand. With grace she spread it all over my right leg, up
to mid thigh.
Then she grabbed the razor and started down on the toes. "Hairy toes are
for hobbits," she said, then she worked her way over the ankles
carfully. "Always be careful here to avoid cuts and nicks," she added.
Every so often she would rince off the hair in the water. "Always use
upward strokes, and remember to rince the razor frequently to get the
best results," she directed.
After about 10 minutes she was finished with my right leg, she spent a
lot of time around the knee cap and was extra careful behind my knee on
on my thigh. After the last of the gel was gone, she ran her hand under
warm water and spread it out over my leg to get rid of any traces of the
gel.
Her hand sent tingles up my body in a way I never expected.
"Feels nice huh." She looke up smiling.
"Uh, yeah not bad," I replied, trying to downplay how every nerve ending
in my leg was screaming in extacy when she touched it.
I could feel myself starting to harden under the towel.
She glanced at the towel. "Oh you do like it," she said as she winked.
"OK your turn. I will help but be carful!" she added.
After about another 15 minutes of instruction from Ell, and a final
touch up inspection, we were done. I had shaved legs.
"Now, it is important to put some lotion on them right away so they
don't get all dry and scaly," Ell said, and grabbed a pink bottle off of
the sink.
"Sorry, I don't have any boy smelling lotion," she added.
She poured some lotion into her the palm of her hand and then rubbed
them together then, she grabbed my leg and started rubbing the lotion
in. "It is called Love Spell by Victoria's Secret, and will make your
legs feel very smooth, and sexy!" she exclaimed.
The lotion was very smoothe and felt heavenly as she rubbed and massaged
it into my feet, ankles, calves knees and thighs. "Glad to see you are
enjoying this" Ell said as she glanced up and saw a pitched tent through
the towel.
"I..Uh-"
She cut me off. "Dont worry, I understand. I like how it feels too. The
problem now is, you probably won't be able to stop shaving them. It is
addicting."
She smiled, and tossed me my boxer shorts. "Now time for me to go try a
lttle something on for you...go back and watch some TV while I get
ready," she said teasingly.
Ell headed out to her room. I dropped the towel and put my boxer shorts
back on, but not before I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length
mirror....
Holy crap! My legs look almost as hot as Ell's...no maybe even hotter!
What the crap!
I turned around a looked at myself from the back--From the back, I
seriously looked like a girl, and a freaking hot girl. What was going
on? Looking at my tanned long legs, hairless was giving myself wood.
I quickly put my boxers on, and couldn't help but notice how tingles
shot up my legs when I pulled them up. I couldn't hardly stand it.
While I walked back out to the tv room. I noticed how when my calves
bumped into each other, it felt smooth. I liked it. I turned the tv on,
and couldn't help but keep rubbing my hands all over my legs. They felt
so sexy...they wer mine!
Why hadn't I tried this before. I seriously was about to explode from
how sexy my legs felt.
What seemed like a forever, but was really about 30 minutes, Ell,
finally came walking out...She wasn't wearing the pink outfit she had
showed me earlier, but I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
She was Wearing a black push up bra, with a red and black pleated ultra
mini skirt. She had on thigh high black stockings with garters that were
peaking out from the bottom of the skirt, and the stalkings were pulled
so tight they looked like they could pop. She had on 5 inch baby doll
spike heels, and I noticed that the heels were silver.
She walked seductively towards me. I also noticed that she had put on
some secuctive make up making her eyes look even more amazing. She hit
the CD player, and it was the Pussy Cat Dolls "Dontcha"
She started dancing around me seductively, and girating her hips towards
me in beat with the music. Then she stripped off the mini skirt and was
wearing a very high cut thong.
I Stared in disbelief. The heels made her legs look impossibly long, all
I could think about was how bad I wanted to tackle her down and make
passionate love to her....
She kept dancing and lip syncing to the song. She moved her body to the
music in a way that I only dreamed was possible. I was so hard and out
of my mind as she then climbed on my lap and started giving me a lap
dance.
Just when I was about to blow, the song ended. Ell cooed seduvtivly,
"Lay on your stomach, sexy and look the other way."
I had no Idea what was going on, but I wasn't going to argue with a
hottie in lengerie. I could feel her breathing in my ear.
"Did you like it?" she wisperd gently.
"Yes," I wisperd back.
"Feel this," she said.
She had something very soft and sexy feeling, and began rubbing it up
and down my shaved legs. I have never felt anything so good in my life.
She kept going. I seriously thought I would blow my wad. IT felt so
amazing-- shocks were going up and down my whole body, I have never felt
anything so fantastic before before in all my life.
"Do you want to know what it is?" she wisperd gently in my ear.
"Yes," I half answered, half moaned.
"Open you eyes and roll over," she commanded gently. I rolled over and
she had in her hand the pair of long white and pink stockings she had
showed me earlier. She had a huge smile on her face.
"I saw the way you looked at these when I held them up before, and I
thought maybe you might want to try them on...what do you think?" she
said with a sultry pouty voice.
"But...I am a-" I started to say.
"..A BOY!...FINE," she said defeatedly. "It is probably best if you get
going soon anyway. My folks will be returning soon. And my dad will kill
me if he finds that I have a BOY in the house. I am going to go change
out of this outfit, get dressed, and wait for me I will be just a
minute."
What just happened? I thought to myself, as Ell dejectedly model walked
back down the hall way to her room. I couldn't help but notice how hard
I was and I knew If I didn't relieve myself I would be walking funny
tomorrow.
Still, though nothing I could do about that now. I Put the rest of my
clothes on and sat there contemplating the last few hours.
Should I have said yes and tried on the stockings for her? What would
have happend. What do they feel like on? Is it really that strange for a
boy to wear them?
...yes of course it is- I told myself...what is she doing to me?
About 5 minutes later Ell, walked out of her room. wearing jeans and a
t-shirt. She still had the seductively hot make up on, but everything
else was toned down a lot.
"Sorry I didn't mean to be upset," Ell said. "I just don't see why guys
are so afraid of girl clothes. Really I didn't mean to try to make you
feel uncomfortable. They just feel so amazing to wear, that I thought
you might like to try."
Ell had her hands behind her back.
She said, "Here I have a little something for you." It was a present
wrapped in a blue ribbon. I was about the size of a tissue box.
"Now don't open this until you are at home alone in your room tonight.
This is a special gift from me to you I hope you like it."
She smiled again and I felt relieved. She has some interesting ideas,
but she is so amazingly hot that I would deal with them.
"Yeah, me too," I said. "I guess I am a little worried about what people
would think if they found out."
"I know," Ell said. "But everything else that happend to day will be our
little secret." She winked, smiled, and said, "You had better get going.
See you tomorrow at the salon?"
"Of course," I said.
With that she gave me a quick hug, and I was out the door.
As I walked home that evening, I put the present in my back pack, and
couldn't help reflect on the events of the afternoon. Mostly I couldn't
help but wonder what it would have been like to try on the stockings,
and what Ell's next move would have been if I had...and If I had would I
still be there, and what if I liked wearing them as much as I liked
shaving my legs.
Confusion. What could be in the package?
THE POWER OF SEXY PART II
When I got home, I went straight up to my room and locked the door. I
had to find out what was in the package.
Quickly I untied the ribbon, and opened the box. There was a card on top
of something wrapped in tissue paper.
I picked up the card it read:
"Hey sexy legs, thanks for the best afternoon. You are such a sport for
going through with it, I had the best time with you today, and you
seriously have some of the Sexiest legs I have EVER Seen, and I know
sexy ;). ....Anyway I am a little sad that you weren't able to pin me,
because I was really looking forward to making out with you...but since
I can't just let you without proving yourself, here is the deal:
I think secretly you really wanted to try the stockigns on, but your
*manhood* prevented it. So, here you go, I will never know if you try on
these items on or not. But...If you wear everything in box tomorrow to
the salon (under your jeans of course) I promise I will make out with
you for at least 5 minutes!!!;)" xoxox,
Ell PS don't dissapoint;)"
I unwrapped the tissue paper to find a brand new package of white
stockings with little pink bows on the front and back of the tops, there
was a sexy photo of long legs wearing them on the front.
Also in the box, there was a g string thong, and a matching garter set.
I put the items down on the bed. There as kind of a sick feeling in my
stomach. I felt nervous all of a sudden as if people were watching me do
something evil.
I walked to the door and made sure it was locked again.
I turned around and stared at the lingerie on the bed.
Dared I? No one would know.... I walked back over to the bed. Slowly and
carefully I opend the package of stockings My hands were trembling and I
didn't know if it was fear or excitement or a little of both.
I noticed that there were two pairs instead of just one. I began slowly
rubbing the delicate material of the stockings in my fingers. I felt
myself slowly begin to harden.
I unbuckeled my belt and let my pants drop around my ankles. I stepped
out of them and began rubbing one of the stockings up and down my leg.
My whole body was shuddering in extacy.
What was going on? I had to try them on I decided.
Just then I noticed that there was another note in the bottom of the
box. I said:
"If you've made it this far you are at least thinking about it...:) Here
are instructions so you don't get any snags or runs:
1. Put on the thong. It will be a little tight in front espicailly if
you are really liking things....
2. Put on the garter belt. Clasp the two inner hooks together in the
front, and then turn it around so they are in the back.
3. Bunch the stockings up so you can get your toe all the way in, slowly
pull up from the bottom, tightening ever so gently as you come up. Do
one leg at a time, and attach the garters. The back garter is a little
tricky, but be patient and you will get it!
Enjoy XOXOX, Ell.
I put the items down on the bed and walked over to the full length
mirror in my room. I took a deep breath in and looked at myself.
As I sighed out the air, I couldn't help but look myself over. What was
happening to me I thought. I looked smaller than ever, my tummy was
tight, and smooth, but lacking the deep six pack I had had earlier this
summer.
My skin was golden brown from the tanning, and there was somthing
different about my face as well. It was still me, just a softer
version...
I looked back over at the items on the bed. I couldn't help but be giddy
with antisipation... I had to know what they felt like on.
I dropped my boxers and looked at myself again from the back. I
seriously couldn't believe that was me in the mirror. My legs were long
and tanned and perfectly shaved. I seriously looked like a hot chick
from the back ..what was going on!? And how hot would I look in the
lingerie!?
I walked back over to the bed and sat down. I was really hard and my
breathing was sparatic. I grabbed t he g string thong. It was sexy just
to look at.
Slowly I lowered it down and put my fet in. It was so small that it was
hard to tell the front from the side from the back. I soon figured it
out, and pulled the panties up and over my throbbing manhood.
It felt a little strange as I pulled it tight, I love the way the tight
smoothe material seemed to sink deep into my ass, and the smooth front
tantalized my manhood who couldn't help but peek his head over the top.
I grabbed the directions, and did as they said, clasping the garter
clasps in the front and then turning it around to the back.
As I was observing my work, I couldn't help but notice how much my hands
were shanking. Why was I so nervous?
Also the thought crossed my mind that if I was to wear this again --
again did I think that? If I was I would need to trim some more hair
around -- well down there.
But surely this would be a one time thing. I would tell Ell that I
wouldn't try that stuff on and that only wierdos would do a thing like
that.
She would never know that I am trying these items on, and if she asks I
will deny it.
I quickly walked back over to the door to double and triple check to
make sure it was locked. I also put my ear to the door to make sure that
no one was near by.
I knew that It was almost time for dinner, so I had better hurry.
As I walked back to my bed to put the stockings on, I caught a glimpse
of my backside in the mirror again.. Holy crap...is that me. I couldn't
believe how the thong and the garter framed the roundness of my -- dare
I say perky butt.
I stared in disbelief. It was so hard I could hear the pounding of
pumping blood in my ears....
I walked back over to the bed, and followed the instructions Ell gave me
to put the stockings on.
I bunched them up to the end until I was able to put my toes in. I
couldn't believe how good it felt on my feet.
It felt amazing feet are so sensitive, but it was if the stockings and
my feet were communicating with each other, nerve endings were firing
and the return signal was silky smoothness.
I slowly and carfully pulled the stocking up my leg, passed a rather
thin ankle, over my rounded calf, and finally over my knee.
Before I tried to attached the garter, I held the stocking up with my
left hand and ran my right hand down my leg, feeling the message my
brain recieved was one of confusio:
my hand loved feeling the delicate material , and my leg loved being
felt, but somehow it felt like the boy in me was loving running my hands
all over the newly shaved, and stocking clad leg, much like any eger
male would fondle a hot babe in lingerie for the first time, but it was
someone elses leg, and that someone else, another part of me I have
never known before was in extacy screaming to be satisfied!
I slowed down the process before I blew my wad.
I actually had to close my eyes, lay back on the bed and think about all
of the football plays I was supposed to be learning in order to calm
myself down enough to continue.
Finally after a couple of minutes, I felt as if I was in controll enough
to continue. I pulled the top of the stocking up towards the garter
attachment and the garter attachement towards the stocking. The
stockings were a white color with thick pink bands around the top where
the garters attached, there were also smalll pink bows on ther front and
back of the stockings.
I noticed that the garter had a very strange clasp that attached to the
the stocking....after several moments I finally figured it out...
It is amazing that the stocking pulling against the garter is the only
thing that keeps the attachement working...also how easy it really is to
pop that attachment off.
The back side was much trickier, but if another few minutes, and after a
few failed attempts, I was able to clasp it in place.
After I was certain I wasn't going to come un done, I once again started
running my hands up and down that leg.
I loved the mixed confusing signals that my body was sending to my
brain, alnd the way the delicate material was clinging to every
screaming nerve ending in my shaved leg...
I wanted to continue, but I also knew I must see and feel how the whole
out-fit felt on my body.
I reached to grab the other stocking, and when I did, the stocking clad
leg rubbed against my naked shaved leg, once again i felt like a young
child experiencing eating candy for the fist time...
the feeling of my naked leg so smooth, rubbing against the stocking clad
leg was unbelievable I rubbed them together, and began slightly moaning
in ecstacy.
I felt so strangely wonderful-- what was going on, I thought!?
Once again I had to lay back on my back and concentrate hard on those
football plays...finally I was able to settle down enough to continue.
When I finally settled down a little, I sat up and began repeating the
same process of putting on the other stocking. Once again I was in total
amazement of how good it was feeling, and I love the constant light
pressure the stockings were putting on my legs. It was almost as if I
was just adding a sexy new layer of skin to my legs.
The second stocking went on a little easier, and after attaching the
garter attachment, I stood up and, instincively did a deep squat as if
to stretch everything in position.
I loved the way the stockings pulled against the garters and the garters
pulled against the stockings. It felt like I was neatly wrapped in a
beautiful package. I was also amazed how well everything seemed to fit.
The lacy garter belt rested on my hips just below my belly button, and
the garter straps, pulled extremely tight attached to my thighs about
three quarters of the way up my thigh.
I grabbed the package that the stockings came in, glancing at the photo
of the model wearing them on the package. I wanted to see how I compared
when I looked in the mirror.
I stood up again and walked over to the mirror, I wanted to see myself
from the back first, so I turned around before I looked up.
When I looked up at the mirror and finally saw myself--I couldn't
believe my eyes--surely this wasn't me I was looking at--it looked just
like the photo--no better than the photo! I slowly raised up on my toes
like the model in the photo was doing and immediatly felt a rush--
Uncontrollable I dropped the package and reached for my manhood trying
to apply pressure--
It was too late...
Milky whiteness shot from the top of the panties violently sending
sticky fluid flying across the room in several powerful bursts.
Crap! How did I lose control so quickly -- I wasn't ready!!!
Knock, Knock, Knock! on the door Click, Click, Click of the door knob,
Click...
"Alan, it is time for dinner! What are you doing in there? And why is
this door locked!!"
Crap! Crap! Crap! It was my mother!!
"Alan, open this door right now, I need to talk to you!" my mother said
through the door with an elevated voice.
Panic was in my face I almost passed out...
"Um... hold on, I am changing," I said, and frantically began fumbling
with the garter attachments trying to get them off, my hands were
shaking violently and I couldn't controll them.
"I just got back from the gym, and I don't want to be smelly for
dinner," I stammerd. "I'll be down in a minute."
"That's a first," my mother said. "Hurry or dinner will be cold! We are
all waiting!
Satisfied with my answer, my mother walked away down the hall.
I realized that I was not about to get busted, but that was an extremely
close call.
-- Never again with anyone home I thought to myself.
I looked down and realized that I had soiled the front of the panties!
"Crrraaaaap!" I exaggerated out loud what would I do now?
I needed to get this stuff off quickly, clean up my mess, appear clean,
and head down stairs for dinner quickly.
Slowly my heart rate started to return to normal. I was still extremely
hard, but I bgegan taking off the stockings carefully.
I unhooked the front right stocking followed by the back, and carefully
rolled the stocking off of my silky smoothe leg. It felt fantastic
coming off as well, but I had no time to enjoy it, if I didn't hurry,
someone would be pounding on my door again and I didn't want to have to
play 20 questions again.
Carefully I folded the stocking and placed it on the bed, and repeated
the process with the left.
Then I rotated the hooks on the garter belt from the back to the front,
and then unhooked them.
I folded the garter on top of the stocking and then slid the g-string
panties down and off. I felt sick as I realized they needed to be
washed.
I grabbed some tissue from the dresser and tried to wipe them off as
best as possible, and then went quickly hunting for the comets that
launched in all directions earlier.
I found a few and wiped them up as much as possible.
I grabbed the garter, panties and stocking, wrapped them in a towel, and
quickly tucked them under the mattress.
Then I quickly put on some jeans and a sweatshirt and ran down stairs.
When I walked into the dining room, it seemed as if everyone was staring
at me...even the baby. Did they know?? Not possible.
"What is going on Alan?" my mom asked.
"Why are you keeping us waiting!?" my father barked. He was not known to
be a patient man.
I quickly sat down, and shrugged my shoulders. I know I must have had
that deer in the headlights look, but I tried to play as normal as
possible until...
"You smell like a girl," my sister blirted out sniffing me... "Is that
Victoria's secret?"
My face went beet red as everyone began staring and sniffing my
direction...
I realized that the smell of the lotion Ell had put on my legs was
strong enough to be noticed even under my pants....
"NO!" I said. "It is probably just some sunscreen from swimming today."
I defended.
"Well, smells kind of girlie to me" my sister giggled and shrugged and
went back to her dinner. I sent her a mean look...
"Speaking of Girlie," my father said, "someone is looking like it is
time for another hair cut. I will get the trimmer after dinner."
My dad, with the permanent flat top, had always thought it was nesicary
for boys to have a buzz cut from age 3 until death --'anything longer
was for hoodlums and hippies.' -He had said on more than one occassion.
"I thought I might grow it out a little, Dad," I replied
"Why in SamHell would you want to do that?!" he said staring right
through me. I played the only card that worked on my Dad...
"Well, all the other guys are doing it this year for football. It is a
team thing," I lied ...but how could I let him cut my hair?
I couldn't .... Ell Loved it too much and I loved her too much.
"Hmmmph," my father said, beaten for the moment. "When I was your age.
Blah blah blah....."
I tuned out, I was beginning to think of the lingerie up in my room, and
that I needed to clean the panties so that Ell wouldn't know what had
happend to them.
I would wear them again tomorrow...under my pants, and only because I
craved Ell's lips like the desert flower craves the rain -- the thoughts
caused almost immediate increased blood flow....
"Are you listing to me?" my dad said. "What has gotten into you lately?"
"Huh?" I said.
"How is your weight training going? You are looking thinner by the week,
and you hardly have touched your dinner. If you lose your spot on the
team because you have been hanging out by the pool all summer I will be
very dissapointed!" my dad said as a matter of fact.
"Yes sir," I said and took a big bite of meat loaf.
He was right though, I was getting thinner. I barely was weighing 125
now and was trying to wear baggier clothes around the house so no one
would say anything. Although I was still going to gym, I definatly
wasn't getting any bigger or stronger.
The time I was there all I could think about was how soon I would be
done so I could go and see Ell at The tanning salon. I was starting to
wear sweats even in the gym as well -- I wasn't filling out the muscle
shirts like I had been earlier this summer and didn't want to look weak
there, even though I was beginning to feel weak and a little vulnerable
physically.
The truth is, the more I hung around Ell, the less excited I was about
all of the time that football was going to take up. And with all of the
trouble I was having putting on weight, I would be lucky to be able to
stay on the team let alone have a starting position.
The rest of dinner was uneventful except for a few strange looks from my
sister. I pulled a face at her and she looked away. I noticed that I
didn't have much of an apetite, and asked if I could be excused.
"I'm not feeling well, may I be excused I need to get some rest for the
gym tomorrow." Once again exploiting the only avenue that held any
ground with my Dad.
"Ok," he said. "I want you to start writing down all of you exercises so
I can go over it later this week and help you," he said.
Without response to that I stood up and began heading to my room. My
heart began to pound loudly as I anticipated my return to my bedroom. I
was careful howerver not to run...that would have caused suspision.
"Goodnight, I think I am going to bed early," I said.
When I reached my room, I quickly jumped to where I had hidden the
*unmentionables* Under my mattress. I grabbed the panties that I had
wrapped in some tissue, stuffed them in my pocket and went to the
bathroom....
Oh! No! I thought when I unwrapped the panties....they were a mess. I
quickly began running them under some cold water hoping they would clean
up. It was embarrassing enough, what Ell had asked me to do...now what
is goning to happen when she sees them all cum-stained!
I turned the hair drier onto them, under cold air of course....luckily
they dried quickly, being such a delicate material...
When I was finished drying them out, I bolted back into my room and
locked the door. I wrapped the panties and hoisery back into the towel
and stuffed the whole thing back under my mattress.
Knock Knock Knock! The door again. Damn! Who is it now...
"Just a minute!" I yelled.
I opened the door slowly...my sister pushed the door open forcefully! I
was surprised normaly I could close it before she could get her foot in.
Was she getting stronger?
"What the Hell Alan," she said as she shoved her way into my room.
"What-" I replied.
"You and I both know that is Victorias Secret Love spell lotion I am
smelling! So don't try to pretend it is some tanning lotion!!! And what
is up with your face! Not a singe zit! I would die for that
complection....!" My sister sounded distressed.
My sister was right, I had always admired her for her complection,with
maybe one or two random zits here and there, but now she couldn't hold a
candle to my perfectly smooth, bronze face..
"Please tell me what you are doing it just isn't fair!!" she pleaded.
"OK first of all-- my life is non of your business, second of all, get
the Hell out of my room before I throw you out!"
I felt emotion steeming upand my face had flushed, normally my sister
never challenged me, but today for some reason I wasn't as confident.
"Finnnneeee," she over emphasized, and marched to the door.....
She paused briefly, turned on her heel and said, "But I am watching
you." She pointed her fingers at her eyes and then one at me. With that
she shut the door and went away.
Finally. Peace. I felt drained. It had been an 'emotional' day for me. I
felt like I wanted to cry. What the hell is wrong with me I thought.
I went to the cupboard, grabbed a couple of tanning tablets and gulped
them down. I pulled off my sweat pants and climbed into bed.
Another new uexpected sensation! As I climbed into bed I felt every
nerve ending in my legs scream in extacy as they slipped into the cold
sheets...
"Holy crap," I half said out loud....girls get to feel this every time
they go to bed!? Holy crap! I thought to my self.
For a few minutes I moved my legs back and forth savoring the sensual
feel of the cool sheets against my legs. I couldn't help but think back
on the days events...
Ell, getting me pinned, being forced to shave my legs...the stockings,
and most of all tomorrow....the pending make out session I know I have
earned!
My heart skipped a beat as I thought of Ell, her dark eyes and perfect
smile and pout of a mouth, perhaps even slipping her tougue into my
mouth! Slowly I dozed off into a daze of a sleep. Mostly from
exhaustion...
The next day I waited until around 10:00 to get up. I had no desire to
eat breakfast with my family , and I knew everyone would be long
gone...espicially my nosy sister who was in life gurading at the local
pool...
My heartrate immediatly began to quicken as I realized what day it was
and what was about to happen! I knew Glamour Tan opend at 9:00 and Ell
was already there!! I could hardly stand the antisipation.
I quickly climbed out of bed, slipped into my sweats and went down
stairs. I scanned the house, calling names of people I knew couldn't
possibly be home, but I also wasn't going to take any more chances-- I
wasn't getting caught in this game, I was so close to the finish line (
or so I thought) that Ell would be mine!
I half sprinted up the stairs and out of instinct locked the door. I
almost lept over to the bed where the lingerie was safely hidden,
reached under the mattress and pulled out the towel.
Carefully I opend it up and neatly laid the contents on the bed,
unfolding the stockings, the garter belt and the panties.
Luckily my quick wash job had worked and only close inspection could see
anything of a stain on the panties.
I carefully placed the stockings, panties, and garter belt on the bed.
Without thinking I placed them in position they would be on my body. I
glanced down at the sexy lingerie and wondered if I could really leave
the house wearing this...
What if I got hit by a car or fainted... What would the ambulance think
when they found me all dolled up underneith my jeans?... My heartrate
increased and I knew I had to go through with it.
Yes, there is risk... But Ell, how often do mortals get the chance to
make out with angels?!
I reached down and let my hand run up my leg starting at the out side of
the ankle, and finishing just above my knee. Still completely smooth
without a trace of stubble...I wonder how long it will take to grow back
enought until no-one notices....
I pulled off my boxer shorts and began the careful process of putting
the lingerie back on. I noticed although the sight of the lingerie cased
me to become hard, it was nothing like last night.
Once again I followed the instructions carefully with the delicate, and
oh, so sexy marterial. I placed the garter belt on backwards, clasped
the hooks, and turned it around. Next I placed the panties up and
over...well as much as possible my manhood. Next, one by one I bunched
up the stockings and slowly rolled them up each leg.
The process was once again tantalizing. For some reason I felt so
incredibly sexy.. I know I should have felt like a freak, but no, not in
the comfort of my locked room, and certainly not with the approval of
Ell.
After each stocking was carfully attached to the garter, once again I
went over to the full length mirror to inspect....
Holy- I paused and turned, How could I look good in this? I seriously
look like something I have only seen in my mothers lady magazines.
What the hell. I couldn't help but admire myself. I had lost about 20
pounds since I met Ell. It had been very gradual, but it only seemed to
come from certain places.
A casual onlooker would probably have no Idea that I was..or ever had
been a boy...unless my mind is playing tricks!
I shifted gears in my head. I don't know what is wrong with me. I am not
a freak, I am not enjoying this--am I?-- It is all for Ell.
I grabbed my jeans, and stuffed some boxer shorts into my back pack. I
pulled my jeans on and noticed that for some reason they were getting a
little tight in the ass. Hmm I don't get it.
I zipped them up and grabbed my belt, and threw my sweatshirt back on.
Then I grabbed some loose fitting socks, gently pulled them over my
stocking- clad feet and slipped on my tennis shoes.
I looked at myself in the mirror again and there was the boy I had
recognized. My hair was starting to get a little long, not much but
longer than it had ever been. It was kind of unkempt and almost shoulder
length, but still looked very boyish.
I blew myself a kiss in the mirror and wished myself luck as I headed
down the stairs. The stockings pulling agaist the garters felt very
strange under my jeans, as if they didn't belong there, but the
sensation of the smooth stockings against my legs was somthing I can
only compare to tasting your new favorite beverage for the first time I
was in ectacy!
The walk from my house to Glamour Tan was only about 10 minutes, but I
felt like a fish out of water the whole way. Every time someone waved or
I heard a car honk, I felt as if my secret was up! Yet I contiued to
walk casually-yet cautiously toward my destined, and much earned make
out session with Ell.
When I was within 20 feet of the front door of Glamour Tan, my heart
stopped, and I felt as though I would pass out...hyper ventilate or
something...I paused briefly wondering if I should run back home as fast
as I could and never come back....
I knew that was foolish. Ell had power over me like gravity. Once you
fall you just keep falling until something stops you, and that something
was nowhere in sight or mind.
I slowly opened the front door to Glamour Tan, but as expected, the door
chimed letting everone know I was there.
As I walked in the door I couldn't help notice about three other people
sitting waiting for their turn to tan.
Oh no, I don't want to have to sit and wait --I thought to myself. Then
Ell, like a dream popped up over the counter!
"Hey Sexy" she said, she licked her lips in a way that seemed normal, to
everyone else, but to me the message was loud and clear!
She continued, "Glad you called and made a reservation, your bed is
number 3, let me walk you back there and make sure it is ready!"
She was beaming I have never seen such a sparkle in her eyes before! She
then asked a co-worker to watch the desk for a few minutes.
We were silent as we walked back toward the tanning bed, until we turned
the corner out of view. She caught the back of my jeans playfully with
her finger, peaking downward and said, "Well I hope you had fun last
night!?"
My face went red as I turned to look at her...... "What do you mean?" I
asked while we continued to room 3.
"You know exactly what I am talking about Alan!" she coyly smiled back!
As we got to the room...
The power of sexy part III
....Ell turned and said, "gawd Alan! I thought you weren't gonna come!"
Her voice was both seductive, pouting, and teasing at the same time (if
that is possible).
She was looking ultra hot in an light yellow and orange sundress. It
showed off her toned arms, and perfecly bronzed skin. The hem of the
sundress was about 6 inches above her knees and her long brown legs
seemed to go forever down to her wedge sandals.
She opend the door to the tanning bed room, pushed me in and quickly
locked the door.
She spun towards and said, "Pants down Alan!" she commanded! With a huge
smile.
"Com on, show me the goods"!:) She was forceful, yet-playful in her
directions.
I stalled briefly, but she would have none of it. She confidently walked
up to me, and seductively started to loosen up my belt.
"Need some help" she aked?
"OK" she said as if I had answered.
I was too stunned to realize this new fantacy was about to come true.
I could feel myself starting to harden underneith my jeans.
Ell carefully loosened my belt. While I watched. She smelled heavenly.
"You are such a good sport Alan!" she said. "Most guys would never do
something like this! -- But that is why I like you-- you aren't like the
other boys."
She was looking down I couldn't believe this was happening.
My skateboard shoes were already loose, so sliped them off quickly while
she worked on my button and zipper.
She carefully zipped my zipper down. "Would be a shame to 'snag'
something," she giggled, and carefully pulled the sides of my pants open
and down.
I was fully hardened by the time she slipped my pants from around my
round ass. I loved the feel of the jeans as the seemed to slip down my
legs, revealing my lower body, decorated in sexy lingerie.
"Holy Shit Alan! You look better than I thought!" she exclaimed.
I stepped out of my jeans and stood there in front of her in nothing but
my t-shirt, and of couse the stockings, garter belt and thong.
Next she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it off. I
raised my arms straight above my head and she pulled my shirt up and
over my arms.
"Wow," was all Ell was able to say. Her eyes glanced up and down my body
as if she was about to eat a feast!
"Turn around for me," she said. I did as Ell commanded. I slowly began
to turn. When My back was facing her she said. "Stop for a second."
...silence and then she repeated, "Holy shit!"
"What?" I said finally. looking back over my shoulder.
"You have a smok'in hot super sexy body. Wow. I think I want to... " She
grabbed my arm, spun me around and pulled my face within inches of hers.
"....pay up!"
Her lips slowly pressed against mine. I hadn't closed my eyes yet, but
she had. Her eyes lashes were so long and her makeup was dark and
flawless. I noticed a hint of pink lemonande on her lips and began to
drink from them as if I had just crossed the deseret with no water and
now had found my well.
She began kissing me more and more passionately, her tongue worked its
way through my teeth and I began to caress it with my own.
Somehow she hooked her leg around the back side of mine, and lowerered
me to the floor. My back was on the ground and our lips had never left
the caress of hers.
She placed her knees between min and used them legs, one of her hands
was on the back of my neck pressing my face into hers, and the other
slowly made its way down, slowly stroking its way across my chest, past
my abs, and finally lightly grasped my shaft.
I was so hard and her hand felt so wonderful. So soft as smoothe as it
began to work up and down on my manhood.
"Oh, Alan," she said quietly - yet seductively as she arched her back
and pressed her hips hips hard against my penis. "You are sooo sexy!"
I wrapped my stocking clad legs around hers and couldn't believe how
sexy I felt, how wanted and yet vulnerable at the same time. I also
couldn't believe how awesome Ells toned body felt next to mine, even
though she was still in her sundress and I was in some crazy lingerie.
I wrapped my legs around hers --and couldn't believe how awesome it felt
to have her ultra smoothe legs press against mine with only a thin layer
of sexy material between us!
I pulled her into my body tightly and we continued to kiss one another
passionatly while lightly moaning in unison.
"This was so worth it," I thought to my self. My hands were moving
franticly up and down her the back of her sundress. "Maybe we will go
all the way......"
BeepBeep, BeepBeep, BeepBeep.
A watch alarm went off. And Ell pushed her self up and off of me.
"Time's up, Tiger. Or Tigress I should say!" She smiled teasingly.
I was still laying there she must have read my mind from the look on my
face.
"Sorry sex," she said. "Although temping, a deal is a deal, and well you
definatly earned that 5 iminutes!" ....
"But you would have to do WAY more than that if you wanted to go any
further," she added with a wink.
"OK, I have to get back to work now," she said as I started to stand
back up...
"But......." began to say and she cut me off.
She put her finger over my mouth and said, "Alan, I left something for
you in the tanning bed, it is a present from me."
I glanced at the bed and noticed that the top was down so I couldn't see
what was in it.
"Check it out, before you change and, enjoy your tan!" She gave me a
quick peck on the cheek and then before I could say another word she was
gone and out the door.
When the door closed I couldn't help but notice myself in the mirror
that was on the door. I really do look surprisingly hot. I turned and
looked at my butt in the mirror. It was as if I was staring at a
lingerie model, except without the boobs I thought to myself. -- Where
did that thought come from I wondered.
I glanced over to the tanning bed and walked over to in anxious, yet
cautious to see what my next present would be...
THE POWER OF SEXY PART V
As I walked over to the tanning bed, it would be mild to say that I was
slightly nervous and excited to see what my next "present" would be.
I opend the lid of the tanning bed, and there was a black box with a big
pink stripe on it. Through the pink stripe in feminine writing it said
'Pleaser' and it had a large rubber band holing it closed.
As I picked up the box, and pulled the rubber band off, I felt a little
faint as I realized what most likely was in the box.
As I opend the lid, I saw; to my surprised delight (did I think that):
wrapped in plastic, as well as paper, a pair of pink womens shoes.
(later I would learn that they were called 4 inch pink stiletto pumps)
I also noticed that there was note that had been folded and sealed with
a kiss in pink lipstick.
I placed the shoebox down and opend the note.
It read:
"Hey sexy! Thanks for the make out! I have been secretly dreaming about
it for weeks! Too bad we made the deal for only 5 minutes! Yet there can
be more-- so much more enjoyment for both of us, if you play your cards
right!;)
Heels:
Did you know that the part of your brain that controls sexual desire is
located right next to the part of the brain that controls foot
sensation? It is true!! And that is why so many women (and men) have a
shoe fetish!
Some people will debate why heels were invented-- I really don't care--
I do know that they make legs look amazingly sexy! They cause the leg to
look longer and slimmer, they raise the calf, and they show muscle tone
in the calf and leg. All of which drive men mad!;)
Now, there are different heel heights and they all send a message:
1 inch heels say: I am too old to care about sex or too young to know
about sex.
2 inch heels say: I am a woman and think that socitity says that I am
supposed to wear heels, but I really hate wearing them, and wish I
didn't have to wear them. (these women know nothing about the power of
sexy)
3 inch heels say: I Like heels, but Know that working at the office all
day will probably kill my feet- yet I still want to look sexy and get
attention.
4 inch heels scream: I am sexy and I know it. I want sex but you are
going to have to work for it! These are for confident women who
understand the power of sexy.
5 inch heels scream: I love being sexy and I need some sex. So come and
try to have sex. These shoes are for confident women, runway models, and
hookers.
6 inch heels: advertise sex for sale, pay me for being sexy, these are
for hookers, strippers. (Abuse of the power of sexy!)
7 inch and above are for total fetish freaks. I won't even go there!
~the note continued:
Here is a pair of 4 inch stiletto heel pumps. I thought that Pink would
match your lingerie nicely! Go ahead try them on! (hope I got your size
right)
XOXOX Ell
PS every girl needs to learn to walk in heels of all heights so, meet me
at my house at 4:00 pm today for your first lesson! Dont blow it or I
might!!! lol "
"PSS if you want the photo back you had better show up!!!;)"
"photo" I thought to myself? I have no Idea what she is talking
about....
I noticed that my hands were trembling as I placed the note down...I
glanced at the heels with the utmost curiosity.
I must admit, I was always slightly fasicnated with heels. The way they
make women walk so gracefully, almost as if they are defying gravity
that always amazes me. I know my mom and my sister wear heels from time
to time, but I don't think they understand the power of sexy very
well....did I think that?
Curiosity took over as I carefully unrapped each of the ultra-femine
shoes and placed them on the floor. As I set them down they teaterd
lightly and I couldn't help but wonder how anyone could walk in them
without falling down or breaking their ankle.
I quickly grabbed a stool from the corner of the booth and sat down on
it. "I wonder if they will fit?" I asked myself.
At this point, all caution was thrown to the wind. Only Ell knows about
this, and thankfully, I am inside a locked room!
I grabbed one of the high heeld shoes and carefully placed my toes in
the opening, and pulled the heel back over my heel. I must have felt
much like Cinderella with the glass slipper as a delighful sensation
went through my entire body as my stocking-clad heel slipped right into
the shoe...I carefully put my foot on the floor and was amazed at how
sexy-yet-confining my foot felt in the shoe. I wobbled a little as I
leaned over and grabbed the other heel, and repeated the same process.
Now that both feet were on the floor, I wondered if I could even balance
in these things...how do women do it? Ell was right, it must take
practice.....
I stood up carefully, and quickly learned that I had to reposition my
center of gravity by pusing my hips forward. My knees felt a little
wobbley and I took a small step towards the mirror with one had balanced
on the roof of the tanning bed.
As I looked in the mirror, once again I was amazed at what I saw. Ell
was right, the heels made my legs look even more amazing. The slight
discomfort I was noticing having all of my weight forced forward on my
feet disapeared when I saw how sexy my legs looked in them! My legs
seemed to go on for ever and disapear into the floor thorough the spikey
heel!
Carefully I turned around to inspect myself from the backside in the
mirror... I couldn' t believe how sexy I felt, and when I saw my ass in
the mirror the long stockings in the 4 inch pink heels, I once again
began to harden ultil felt like I was goint to explode....
I sat there gawking at myself in the mirror, much like an adolesent teen
viewing Playboy for the first time when all of a sudden out of no
where.....CLICK!
A camera flash!? I almost fell over when I turned and looked up to see
Ell standing over the deviding wall (tanning booth walls rarely go all
the way to the cealing) she was holding an old school poloriod camera,
and the film was making its way out of the front of the camera.
Ell had a sly grin on her face. "Mmmmm very sexy Ali! Can't wait to see
more at 4!" With that she glanced at the photo she had just taken and
began to wave it back and forth so it would develop faster.
"Enjoy your tan, and see you at 4 you sexy tigress," Ell said and
disapeared............
The Power of Sexy Part VI
I stood there or should I say wobbled there stunned. I felt slightly
betrayed. So confused and vulnerable. Surely Ell didn't need to do
that... I wonder why.
I glanced back at myself in the mirror and wondered for a moment what it
is like to be a woman? Not just any woman, but a sexy confident one...Is
it a chore to be pretty as so many complain, or is it a priveledge? Am I
pretty?
I looked up at the clock, it was barely 11:00am. Ell wanted to meet me
at 4:00pm. I sat down and carefully removed the heels. My calves felt a
bit tight as they lengthened back out on the floor, almost as if part of
me was missing the elevation of the heels.
Carefully I wrapped them back up in the box the way they were. Next I
removed the lengerie. For some reason I felt sad I took of the sexy
clothing...almost as If I had taken a drug that I shouldn't have --just
to see what it was like and found out I want it-- and need it...
What am I thinking?! I am a boy!
Carefully I folded the stockings, the garter belt and the panties and
placed them in the shoe box with the shoes. I sighed, closed the lid of
the box and reached for my backpack with the tanning tablets and tanning
lotion.
I grabbed a cup of water and downed the tanning tablets in one gulp....I
had been taking them regularly as Ell directed, and they must be
working, because my skin does have a very nice soft glow and deep tan,
such that I have rarely seen, and makes me proud!
As began putting the tanning lotion all over my body as always, but this
time, as I put the lotion over my shaved legs, I couldn't help but think
of how sexy they feel, how smoothe, and how feminine.
Not a trace of hair, I thought to myself as I again felt the ectacy of
shaved legs, running my hands up and down them applying the slick
lotion.
I put on my goggles, and put the sock over my slightly less throbbing
manhood, and started to calm down as I turned on the tanning bed, and
looked forward to 20 minutes of relaxation.
The gentle humm of the tanning bed was quite relaxing, but I couldn't
help wonder what was going on inside my head. I was supposed to be
getting ready for football season, working out in the gym getting buff
and tough-- but instead my weight has plunged down to 120! I have gotten
very weak, and now I am prancing around in high heels? And liking it?!
A million thoughts and questions were going through my head, but most of
all what the Hell, was up with Ell?! How could the most smokingly hot
girl I have ever seen or met be interested in a feminized boy?! But if I
stop doing what she asks...she might stop ....NO!....I can't! I must do
it --whatever she wants. Only for Ell though, I am not crazy!
The tanning bed stopped with a click, and I was done with my fake and
bake for the day.
As I climed out of the tanning bed, once again I was fasinated by my
long lean brown legs! " I can't belive those are mine." I thought as I
did a double take in the mirror...and My ass is getting rounder, and my
waist -it is probably down to 26 inches by now-- what the hell!
I wonder...
My hands began to shake as I reached for the shoe box... How would my
tanned legs look in the heels?!
I had to know!
I unrapped the shoes again with a little more urgency.
Without the stockings, it took a little more effort to put them on, but
the tanning lotion help them slip right into place.
Pink is probably the sexiest color against tanned skin I decided
immediatly as I looked at myself in the mirror. My feet felt strangely
at home in the heels, and my long very toned and tanned legs - to die
for I seriously rival Ell for legs. Holy shit.
The last 4 hours seemed an eternity. The lingerie and heels were burning
a hole in my backpack...
I struggled to make eye-contact with anyone. I felt as if a whirlwind of
emotion was clouding my judgment. On the verge of tears, I couldn't
concentrate on anything other than the strange feelings that I was
feeling. It seemed as if those who did look at me knew my ~secret~.
I kept replaying the scene of Ell flashing her camera, and teasingly
waving the Polaroid photo at me... "See you later tigress" she had said.
Why would she take a photo!?
I seemed to be on the verge of tears and I didn't know why. I had never
been a crier...
I stood there in front of Ell's house for what seemed like an eternity.
Although in reality it was merely a few moments.
For the first time, I began to wonder what her parents did to make so
much money to have such a marvelously large mansion.
As I raised my hand to knock on the door, the door dramatically flung
open, and there was Ell......
Ell stood there in the doorway with a mischievous grin on her face. One
hand was high on the door jam, one clenched in a fist on her hip. Her
other hip was cocked towards me in a sexy pose.
She was wearing a light pink lacy tank top with spaghetti straps, and I
could see her white bra straps peeking out sexily below the spaghetti
straps. She wore a tight chocolate colored ~pencil~ skirt further
emphasizing her perfectly proportioned figure. Her long tanned legs
seemed to shimmer forever down to a pair of rounded toe patent pink
stiletto heels similar to the pair in my back pack.
"Hey Al--i," she said drawing out my abbreviated name sexily.
I stared at her, with strangely mixed feelings. I felt partially
betrayed, I felt partially aroused, and I experienced a new feeling I
would describe as competitive sexual jealousy...if that makes any sense.
Ell dramatically pulled the Polaroid photo into view. She held the photo
out in front of her, towards me. But at the same time she looked at it
longingly as if she had to hold the photo at arms length to completely
appreciate the sexiness of it. She also appeared hesitant to actually
give it to me as she had promised.
"Hey," I replied somewhat dejectedly... as I reached out to take the
photo from her.
Just as my fingers closed on the photo, she snapped her wrist playfully
pulling the photograph out of my reach...
As my fingers closed grasping only air, Ell's arm which seemed to have
been bracing her against the door jam shot out explosively, grabbing my
wrist and jerking me inside of her house!
She slammed the door in a blur. "Not so fast sexy!" she said
playfully..... "You have some lessons first!" she was speaking to me,
but looking at the photo. She had one hand on my chest pushing me out of
reach of the photo which she held at arms length.
For the first time I saw the Polaroid photo as Ell held it away from
like one child would hold a toy from the grasp of another...
I couldn't help but be shocked, embarrassed and yet proud of the image
that I saw in the photo.
Ell had captured the photo at the most perfect angle, which made me
wonder exactly how long she had been watching me before she took the
shot.
I stood there in the photo with a bewildered look on my face, but she
had also captured my reflection in the mirror. For the first time, I was
able to see what I looked like from the front and back side by side.
I froze as I stared at the photo.
"Want a closer look?" she asked teasingly as she handed over the photo.
She must have read the expression on my face as I saw and grasped the
photo.
"Holy shit," I thought to myself.
Aside from the look of surprised shock on my face, it was quite a
flattering photo. I stared at the photo in silence looking up and down
the photo inspecting in with precision.
I was amazed at how sexy my body looked, even in the old school Polaroid
photo. My legs, thighs, calves and ass looked as if they absolutely
belonged in lingerie and heels! My stomach was nice and flat and my
waist seemed to be quite waspish next to my ample rounded ass. The
tanned tone of my skin seemed to match perfectly with the lingerie, and
my long perfectly proportioned legs seemed to go forever down to the
spiky shoes. I could hardly believe I was staring at a picture of
myself.
"That's hot hun," Ell said seductively as she snatched the photo from my
grip in a lightning quick movement.
She looked at the photo again as if inspecting for any imperfections,
yet knowing she would find none.
"Ell, why......."
She put her finger over my mouth and shushed me.
"Ali, dear........" She paused as if she was still contemplating the
final touches on a prepared speech, one that she knew she might have to
scrap and adlib anyway.
She seemed to pause for a moment, and then pulled me towards her. "I
Think we both could use a hug."
She pulled me into her tightly and held me.
She seemed tall in her heels but her body, felt warm and wonderful next
to mine, and she smelled heavenly.
"Let's go sit down and talk for a bit," she said.
She grabbed my hand and guided me into a sitting room I couldn't help
but notice how her heels clacked on the hardwood and marble floors as
she guided me.
As we sat down on a couch, she crossed her legs toward me. She placed
the Polaroid photo on the coffee table in front of us and grasped both
of my hands into hers.
She looked deep into my eyes. "Alan,....." she began in a semi playful,
but semi serious tone for Ell.
"If you interviewed a million people, you would find that most people in
this world, Men or Women would love to have about 5 things in life:
Rich Powerful Sexy Healthy And Youthful She continued.... "The problem
is, most people either have no Idea how to get what they want, or simply
go about trying to get what they want the wrong way."
"Very few people ever find the ~secret~ to getting exactly what they
want. They waste their lives struggling and hoping for things they will
most likely never ever achieve."
"Look around at this house," she continued. "It is beautiful, it is
marvelous and for all but about 1 tenth of 1 percent of the population
of this planet it is beyond their reach."
I glanced around at the grandeur of the house. Before today It never
really occurred to me to wonder what Ell's Parents did that they could
be so rich. Nor why it was that I have never actually met them. I was
only interested in Ell for Ell, the marvelous, beautiful, unique
character that she is.
Ell was still grasping my hands and staring into my eyes with her
beautifully perfect eyes when she said. "Do you know that I am
actually...." She paused and looked away briefly....... "Adopted?"
"I am so lucky, and blessed to have been pulled from a life where I may
have had no meaning or direction into a family that understands the
~secrets~ to achieving those 5 things that most people want in life."
"My adoptive parents are the creators of the Lingerie brand -Victoria's
Secret. - And it is strongly encouraged for me to prepare myself to one
day become a model for them. It is so exciting."
"Enough about me," she said. "Alan, what do YOU want out of life??"
Up until now I hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise since I had
walked - no was dragged in the door.
"All of the things you mentioned," I replied. "But...."
"I thought so!" Ell Exclaimed as she hugged me giddily.....
"Now, let us get ready for some walking lessons."
Part of me wanted to scream in protest, but a larger part of me was
ecstatic about the prospect of getting my feet and legs back into heels.
Ell grabbed my hand and led me down to a long hallway the hallway was
about 6 feet wide and about 150 feet long. It was mad of different
textures. I have never seen a hall like it before. Some of it was some
of it was marble, hardwood, Astroturf granite, short and long carpet. I
also noticed various rug textures and different types of linoleum. All
of the flooring and wall décor was various shades of pink.
"This is Victoria's Secret Hallway...." Ell said. She was very proud...
"Nearly all of the Victoria's secret models have perfected their runway
walk down this hallway. It has many different surfaces to allow the
models to transition in heels very quickly without looking
clumsy...Heels are beautiful and sexy, but they don't call them
stilettos for being forgiving!"
I looked down the hallway and noticed that there were also many mirrors,
in different shapes and angles, and also many photos of different
Victoria's secret models throughout the years, both face shots and
various modeling photos it was very sexy and very dramatic.
Ell grabbed a remote control and before I knew it very rhythmatic music
was playing, to a beat that made you want to tap your toe in unison.
"Watch" Ell commanded and headed off down the hall gracefully strutting
her stuff in her heels. She was fantastic to watch, her long golden
brown hair bouncing as her legs moved so perfectly in those heels to
make her appear to be floating. She crossed every surface in the hall
without the slightest bit of hesitation or without the slightest change
in her pace.
Once again I started to feel a strange mixture of desire, and jealousy.
Ell spun at the end of the hall and headed back. This time she stopped
every few steps and did a model pose or turns and continued walking
back.
"What did you think" she asked as if my opinion was actually important
to her.
"Very Hot," I said..... "But why would you want me to learn to do this?"
I asked finally trying to get some information out of her.
"Well-" She looked up and bit the side of her lip. "Let's just say that
if you can navigate 'the hallway' .............. She grinned at me
seductively....... "I will definitely make it worth your wile!"
"Now come with me...." she said as she pulled my arm.
Elle pulled me through a semi hidden door in the hallway. Inside was a
very spacious room which looked like a combination of a women shoe
store, and a lingerie boutique.
"Now see anything that you like?" she asked playfully.
She must have seen the look of questioning desire and wonderment on my
face as I glanced at the room of feminine sexiness.
I tried to sound indifferent....... "Well......I......" I stammered.
"OK. I am going to leave you here for a few minutes. All of the shoes
you see are in your size. The hosiery and panties are all on that side
of the room. Tops and skirts over there." she pointed in different
directions.
"I will be back in about 20 minutes" she said. "I know that a girl would
take much longer to decide, but for a guy......" she stopped and
winked.....with that she turned on her heel and walked to the door.
Before she closed it she turned and said, "have fun you sexy thing!"
Blew me a kiss flirtatiously and closed the door behind her.
What have I gotten myself into I thought as looked around at the
vastness of sexy that lay before me. I walked over to the shoes...there
must have been 50 varites of heels in different styles and heel heights.
There were some with more of a pointed heel like the ones ell had given
me, some with more square shaped heels. There were some with open toe
fronts, some with out backs, there were boots of all varieties... all
looked very sexy.
I noticed the same pair that Ell had worn for me during her seductive
strip tease weeks ago. They were black stiletto Mary Jane heels with a 5
inch silver heel. I had to try those on I decided.
I grabbed them and placed them on the floor. I began to take off my
skateboard shoes and was about to put them on when the thought occurred
to me....With your jeans you idiot?!
I stopped and walked over to the section where the panties were. I
noticed some slightly larger ones labeled 'boy shorts'. Perfect I
thought I am a boy. I grabbed them and placed them on a padded bench in
the center of the room next to the Mary Jane heels.
I noticed that my hands once again were shaking as I placed them down.
A growingly smaller part of me was fighting it now. I really felt I
shouldn't be doing this, but my curiosity was taking over. And besides,
I wasn't going to let Ell look hotter than me right now...... Did I just
think that?
Besides, I have never worn a skirt, and that looks like fun! I justified
to myself....even though it made no sense at all.
I walked over to the section where the skirts were hanging. There were
so many different types and they all looked sexy in their own way. As I
looked at various skirts, finally I decided on a mini skirt. It was
pleated, but had a wide top with 4 buttons. It was also plaid in black,
grey and white.
I always had had a fetish for the school girl look, and thought it would
be fun to try the plaid mini with Mary Jane heels.
I walked over and placed the skirt next to the heels and panties on the
bench, and thought for a moment. Hmmm a top...
Just then Ell came walking back into the room.
She saw me still dressed in the boy clothes and the small choices lying
on the bench.
"Not ready yet!?......You are a GIRL!" she teased overstressing the
world "girl".
When Ell saw the 5 inch Mary Jane Heels and the plaid mini, she laughed
and said, "Ha! Never mind you are still a boy!"
She was smiling ear to ear as she said, "Ali- let me help you finish
this outfit!"
She walked over to the tops and found a long sleeve lacy white dress
shirt. She grabbed it and laid it down next to the rest of the clothing.
Next she grabbed a white cami, and a bra that looked very padded. She
looked into the hosiery section, smiled mischievously and grabbed out a
pair of opaque knee high stockings.
"That should do it," she said as she laid the rest of the items on the
bench. "Now Alan, I am going to show you how to put on a bra."
I stood there stunned as she stripped off her tank top, and was wearing
nothing but a push up bra.
She gracefully unhooked the back of her bra, and before I knew it I was
staring at her naked breasts.... I couldn't believe how sexy she looked,
and also that she seemed so comfortable stripping down in front of
me..... Once again I felt attraction mingled with jealousy as I stared
at her perfect breasts.......
To be continued
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THE POWER OF SEXY
By Flygirlxoxox
My name is Alan Ambrosio and this is my story. As it happend.
Yes I am a boy and a typcal one. I have always been fascinated by girls. Their hair, their smells, their curves, their clothes, the way the walk, the way they talk....
At age 15 I have been involved in sports. I am quite good and very competitive. My problem...girls. Girls to me are like kryptonite to superman. I can be doing something confidently, intently and-- a pretty girl comes up to me and look! Its captian corky....
I have started going to the gym and my plan is to do so all summer long. I am trying to bulk up a little for upcoming football season. I am having pretty good luck for my age...but I wish I could do a little better. I have always been a little on the thin side my dad says its because I take after my mom. I don't see it...But whatever....
Even though the best part of my story began about two years ago, I remember it as vividly as if it were today....
While at the gym, I had been working out extemely hard and as I was walking up to the drinking fountain, there was one of the absolute hottest girls I have ever seen( in or out of print) drinking from of it.
You know the type -- long toned legs, perfect ankle to calf ratio...dark tanned skin,long dark hair with just enough highlights, a cute round butt in pink short short shorts with white sporty sripes--
Her long legs seemed to reach out forever toward white and pink shoes, further emphasizing her perfect skin. Her eyes, and eyebrows were the type that... oh no she caught me staring at her through the mirror...
"Ya, know" she said with a smirk as she turned around, "I only go for guys with long hair and a tan" she winked.
I felt small under my recently buzzed crewtop and invisible with my pasty white skin.
Then she added "I can't help you with the first, but here is my card if you are interested in improving the second." "My name is Ell, by the way."
Before I could stammer a word, she handed me her card, spun on her heel and was gone out the front door. Ijust stood there like an idiot while she walked -- no glided away--you know the way some girls have that ability to be art in motion no matter what they are doing?...
Finally I came to my senses and looked at the card she gave me. It said "GLAMOUR TAN where we bring your darker nature to the surface." -Ell Victorian - Sales Associate. 25% off your first tanning package.
I knew GLAMOUR TAN. It is next door to the gym. 'long hair and tans' I thought. Long hair and tans are for girls. Well at least the long hair part. She must have been messing with me. She must have been just trying to get an easy tanning sale. -At least that is what I told myself...
I quickly smelled the card -- it smelled heavenly. I sighed and put it in my pocket and went back to my workout. As I continued to work out I couldn't seem to concentrate on what I was doing. All I could see were Ell's dark eyes and the all knowing wink.
Thinking of her was intoxicating My heart was still pounding, but not from the workout. My hard earned money for a tanning package? I don't think so. I will get tanned playing football later this summmer. For now I really need to concentrate on bulking up for the season...
Still, 25% off sounds like a pretty good deal to me... Over the next day and a half, I couldn't stop thinking about Ell. The image of those long perfect legs were haunting me. The next two times I went to the gym, It was like a magnet was pulling me towards Ell and Glamour Tan.
I walked in the gym and once again I couldn't concentrate. Those dark legs and those eyes were calling out to me. Without realizing what I was doing, I found myself walking back outsideof the gym and towards Glamour Tan and Ell.
I stood there outside kicking the ground for a few moments. I could feel my heart pounding.... What would I say to her? She is going to think I'm just another sucker buying something I don't need based on thinking with the wrong head.
Yet, I knew I had to see her agin no matter what! Finaly I got up the nerve to walk in the door....
Of course a loud bell goes off to let everyone in the world know you are there for some fake and bake... oh well-- no turning back now.
There she was putting some type of lotion in cups. I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly colored skin and the way she moved her body doing such a simple task. "Be right with ya" she said without looking up.
A moment later she said with a wicked grin"Mr. Drinking fountain-- you decided to stop buy!"
My face went bright red as I stammerd , "Hi, My name is Alan, I thought I might try out this tanning thing."
"You are going to be so glad you did, you are going to look totally hot with a tan, much better than that Redface." She winked again and laughed playfully. She was enjoying this.
"Have you ever been tanning before?" She asked.
-"uh." I started to reply...
"Didn't think so" She said teasingly. "Here I need you to fill out this form, And here are a few pointers: "number 1 always go naked...except cover your business with a sock. He won't like the sunshine....Number 2 always use lotion" (She waved to a display with about 5 dozen different types) "Number three always use eye protection, and number 4 if you really want to get the most of your tan and tan quickly, use the special dark tanning, skin softening excelerator tablets. You get them free with your first tanning package."
"Sounds pretty good" I said. "What do you recommend"
"Glad you asked. Here are two tanning excelerator tablets and here is bronzer 1 lotion it is for beginners." Oh, and you only want to go for about 5 minutes to start."
"Thanks" I replied.
"The bed will come on automatically in 5 minutes, so go get started!"--"Bed # 7"
I grabbed the lotion, and took the tablets at the drinking fountain by the desk.
She smiled mischieveously as I swallowed the tanning tablets and said "sweet dreams" as I walked down to room #7.
Quickly I locked the door and stripped down. I coverd my entire body with lotion as quickly as possible, wishing I had a certain someone to put the lotion on my back for me.
A few moments later the bed came on. I put on my goggles, put a sock over my package laid down on the bed and closed the lid.
The gentle humm and warmth of the bed felt wonderful. I can't remember the last time I was so relaxed. The five minutes went by way too fast and the next thing I knew the lights were off and a bell went off.
As I climbed out of the bed, I looked in the mirror and didn't notice any tan or anthing. I stuck out my chest, flexed my abs and biceps. Not bad I thought. I put my clothes back on and headed back toward the front desk.
"How was it" Ell aked.
"Relaxing" I smiled.
"Great -- I am glad you enjoyed it. She said. Now one more thing, here are a couple more tanning tablets I want you to take them before bed. Now these are brand new on the market so don't tell anyone else you are getting them. We only give them to 'special' clients.....Now don't forget to take them and I will see you tommorrow for round two!"
I walked out the door on cloud 9. It was worth it to to have to buy a tanning package to be able to talk to Ell. I knew I had to keep things cool so I didn't freak her out, but I couldn't help thinking about her every second.
The day was rather uneventful. Daydreaming about Ell and getting ready for school and football season to start. It was barely the beginning of summer vacation, so I had a long time to get ready. And hey if I never got anywhere with Ell, maybe my new tan would help me get some other chicks once school started back up.
As I got ready for bed, I rememberd to take the tablets. Strange I thought.. but anything for Ell. ....
As the next few weeks went by my routine was pretty much the same. I would sleep in, go tanning and work out.
My tan was slowly getting darker, and Ell seemed to really like it, she always complemented me on how good I was looking .
Slowly we began having small conversations about the weather, school, her job, the gym any excuse I could get to stare at her.
One thing that was starting to concern me was my gym time. Lately I felt like I was getting weaker. It seemed like the weights that I was lifting a few weeks ago were starting to feel a lot harder. This was supposed to be getting easier.
Also I noticed that my body, although still very lean, was gaining a softness to it. I figured I just wasn't doing enough cardio and started increasing my cardio to one hour instead of 20 minutes and started spending more time lifting....
After another few weeks, I walked into the tanning salon and Ell said, "hey, I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie with me instead of the gym today... your hair is starting to get a little longer" She smiled and winked.
"Sounds Great" I said!
"Wonderful, now here are your tanning tabs, your lotion and I believe you are up to 20 minute-- Go jump in the bed and I will be gettin ready to go."
I Gulped down the tanning tablets and bolted for the room #7. 20 minutes already? That was the full tan time! I thought to myself.-- This must all be working.
I quickly began undressing and as I started putting the lotion on I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was looking really tan already. Not as dark as Ell, but way darker than I have ever been before. Also I noticed that my muscle was really looking small and my butt seemed to be getting a little bigger. I also kind of found myself liking what I saw...in a wierd way...
Anyhow I will worry about that later. Just need to do more squats and lunges to get my butt back, more arm work an I will be back to normal in no time.
I hopped in the bed and drifted away with thoughts of Ell dancing through my head. I couldn't believe we were going to go anywhere together. I was such a stud...
...as the lights went dark, Ell grabbed my hand and quickly moved it onto her knee... I froze in delight as I felt the warm silky smoothness of her knee. My fingers slowly began corressing it and my hand started to slowy climb from her knee to her thigh. I felt the hem of her skirt and slowly slipped my fingers underneath and began inching my way up...she grabbed my hand and encouraging me to move faster the slight moan she wisperd in my ear with a quick nibble to my lobe found us quickly in a tight lip lock...just as my tongue started to slip my way through her teeth, of all things, the fire alarm went off in the movie theater...
..No it was just the tanning bed going off. It had been 20 minutes. Part of me groaned to be interrupted from such a sweat fantacy dream...and the other part was overjoyed with the prospect of my dream becomming a reality over the next few hours.
As I got up to change back into my clothes, I couldn't help looking at myself in the mirror. I was really starting to get dark my skin was looking great, but I really seemed to be losing the definition of muscle I had worked so hard to gain.
My body looked slightly different but I couldn't quite put my finger on it...As I pulled on my pants, I couldn't help but notice how tight the butt was getting, yet around my waist I had inches to spare...
No matter, it was time to go see Ell.
Ell was waiting at the front desk when I came out. "My, My, you are look'in good!" "That tan is really bringing out your true self, Allie!" Ell said with a beaming smile.
"Allie"? Only my mom calls me that--when I am in trouble I thought. Ell can call me whatever she wants though, I don't mind.
"So what do you want to go see?" I asked.
"Well...there isn't much playing, but I have to be back to work in 2 hours, the only thing that would work is WHITE CHICKS..." --"Is that OK with you?-- My treat."
In my mind I was trying to remember if I knew what it was about...in reality I didn't care...maybe I should have-- but the thought of going anywhere with Ell was more than I could imagine.
"Sounds good" I replied.
Luckily for me, the theater was in the same parking lot as the gym and the tanning salon... My mom and I were at ends about driving and I didn't want to look like a car-less loser in front of Ell. Especially on our fist -date- I am excited.
When Elll stepped out from behind the counter, I was a little dissapointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of a short mini. -- I would survive.
As we began walking over to the Theater, She said, "Thanks for going with me today."
She slipped her arm through mine, -- a safe move for her but exhillerating for me, although it was nothing more than two girl friends, or a brother and sister might do.
"So, getting all buffed up for football season"... she winked and pinched my upper arm "ohh, niiicccee" She overemphasized much like a mom would trying to please her kid."
"Yeah, trying" I replied. "But lately it seems like I am not getting anywhere and I don't seem to be as muscular as I was a few weeks ago...I think I have even lost a little weight"
"Really" she stated with a questioning look on her face, She glanced me up and down at me and said "I think you are looking extremely hot compared to a few weeks ago."
I would have frenched her right there, but for some reason I wasn't feeling quite as manly.
"Thanks I replied I'm trying" I said.
"Besides" she added "I don't really like those giant boys pounding on each other-- what makes you want to do it anyway."
..Ok warning how do I reply to this...the obvious answer to me was to get chicks but here is a hotter than hot chick clinging on my arm telling me she could care less about football players...
"Most guys just do it to get the chicks" she said knowingly..."But it seems to me that if they wanted to spend time with chicks --cheerleading would be a better option" She said with a sarcastic laugh and smile.... "Anyway you were telling me WHY you want to play football..."
She stopped turned me to her face staring me in the eyes.
"Um...because of my Dad I guess. He played football, and he says it will toughen me up, build character and turn me into a man." I said, staring at my toes.
"Into a man...how sad." She whispered, as if to no one in particular.
"What do you mean"? I aked.
"Oh, nothing.......(she paused)...........I just don't see what is so great about being manly, fighting wars, smelling bad, stressing, Body hair--gross." She stuck out her tougue..." I guess I am just Sooo0 glad that I am a girl." She emphasised. " I get to pamper myself, look pretty, stay clean, smell good, remove body hair, wear skirts and heels and nylons, do my nails, make up,long hair, ahhhh? she sighed....
She continued "that is really why we are the stonger sex you know... the power of Sexy --Sexy can conquer armies, steal hearts, make any man do anything we want" She was beeming as if she had given this much thought.
I couldn't argue...Ell could truely get me to do anything that she wanted me to..............
The movie was uneventful. Ell played extremely hard to get durring the movie. The movie was strange...the story of two cops who dressed up like girls...whatever--
I really didn't pay much attention. All I was thinking about was Ell...She seemed totally into it. Laughing and on the edge of her seat.
Other than sharing a popcorn that was about the extent of the excitement of physical contact.
As I walked Ell back to her work, she seemed very lively --talking about how much she like the movie and how she thought it was cool that those guys had to go through all that to see how difficult, and fun it is being a woman..blah, blah, blah-whatever.
"Thanks for the movie" I said as we stopped at the front door of the Salon. "Next time it will be my treat andI get to pick the movie." I added.
"Sounds great" She said "gotta go". With that she spun on her heel and headed into the salon. But not before blowing me a kiss with wink... "See ya tommorow Allie" She said and was gone.
Girls are wierd I had decided. I also knew I was madly in love.
That night back at the house... Oh, by the way I have an older sister Tammy who is going to be a snior this year, and a baby brother John. My folks have been married for 20 years and seem happy. My Dad is a hard nosed police officer, and my mom works at a jewelry store. My grandparents babysit John until about 6:00 pm every day when my mom gets off work, And my Dad Works odd hours. Tammy and I are typical brother and sister. We fight a little and get along a little, but we really don't have that much in common. She is about my height, 5' 7" but is built like a stick. She is pretty in her own way I guess, although she tries even harder. People say she resembles my father. I don't see it.
... Anyway back at the house that night, we were eating dinner when my dad said "So Al, how is the weight lifting going....you are looking kind of skinny....Honey pass the boy another steak...better eat up if you don't want to lose your position this year."..."Have you been swimming you are looking really tan..."
"Um yeah, I have been swimming...over at a friends house and um yeah I have been working out at the gym almost every day." I replied.
"Thats my boy" My dad said.
He was sure I was going to go pro so he could retire from the police force...I guess all fathers dream that their sons will gro up to be a better version of themselves.
That night I had a strange dream....very strange dream. I was at home alone and there was someone trying to break into our house. For some reason I felt the only way I could sneak out was as someone else. I decided to disguse myself as a girl...
I went to my sisters room and began looking though her clothes for something to wear... I couldn't help the words of Ell kept flashing through my mind as I looked through her closets and drawers...'I guess I am just Sooo glad that I am a girl. I get to pamper myself, look pretty, stay clean, smell good, remove body hair, wear skirts and heels and nylons....that is really why we are the stonger sex you know... the power of Sexy --Sexy can conquer armies, steal hearts, make any man do anything we want"
I woke up in a sweat. Although I hadn't tried on any of my sisters clothes...for some reason I really wanted to in my dream... That was too wierd. I went back to sleep.
The next day for some reason I couldn't get that dream out of my head as well as the words of Ell. What is it like to be a girl? To be pretty? All of the strangely wonderful clothes that they wear?.... I shook my head. What is wrong with you Al?
I just needed a little weight lifting to clear my head. After going to the gym and pumping iron for a while I decided I need to clear my head further by not going tanning. I didn't want to think about Ell, or girls or girlie things for the rest of the day. I know Ell said I should go every day. But I think some X-Box is just what the doctor ordered.
After about a half hour playing Fight-night Round 3 (What more manly of a game is there) the phone started ringing. Probably another telemarketer....I'll let the machine pick up.
"...Hellow you have reached the Ambrosio residence, we are unable to make it to the phone right now, so please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible...beeeeeeeeeeep"....Click. The caller hung up.
About 5 minutes later, the phone rang again. I thought maybe it is someone important and I had better answer. I picked up.
"Hello" "Is Alan there?" "This is he" I said.
"Al! This is Ell--Where were you today? I missed seeing you at the salon. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah" I blurped.
"So why didn't you come by today?" Ell asked.
"I don't know. I guess I have just been feeling kind of strange lately and needed to clear my head." I said.
"Did I do or say something wrong" She asked.
"No....I've just been having some strange dreams and thoughts lately." I reluctantly replied.
"Like what" She said.
"I'd rather not talk about it." I replied.
"I can respect that I guess. But I am very understanding." She shot back.
"Thanks" I said, "It is really not that big of a deal."
"Ok" She said, "....Hey I was wondering what you are doing tomorrow?"
"Why" I asked. "Because. My parents are out of town, I am extremely bored and I want you to come over and hang out." She said.
"Bored huh?" I said cautiously.
"That came out wrong" She said. "I really like hanging out with you and I think we are getting to be good friends, and, well I want to become even better friends, so will you please, please come over tomorrow"?
--That sounded a little better --I am a stud.
"How do I get to your house?" I asked
After she gave me the directions, we said our goodbye's and hung up. What is going on, I thought. This girl is so freaking hot.... Maybe my movie dream is about to come true. That night, luckily no more wierd dreams.
The next day we had predetermined to meet around 10:00 am. Ell said that she had a swimming pool and a pool table, big screan tv, home theater, and we could just hang out or do any of the above, so come prepared.
Not wanting to look too desperate, I waited until about 10:15 to knock on her door. Her house was HUGE. They must have a lot of money.
Mid knock, the door sprang open and Ell was standing there tapping her toe. "You're late she teased....I was beginning to think you had changed your mind." "Well come in and make yourself at home." " I have warm cookies and cold milk in the kitchen. Park youself infront of the big screen. Here is the remote. I will be right with you."
I flipped on Giant TV and started flipping through channels. I have never seen so many TV stations in my life. I stopped briefly on MTV-2 where the pussycat dolls were dancing ....I wanted to watch, but I didn't want Ell to think I was a perv. so I turned to Sports Center to see what was going on in pre-football season.
A couple of minutes later, Ell walked out (she was wearing short shorts, a lace cami top... must have been a push up bra. She was barefoot and her toes were pink. She was killing me.
"Pussycat dolls eh Alan? They're HOT. You don't have to change the chanel on my accout. I know what boys really like and I don't mind...remember the power of sexy."
She sat down and crossed those long tanned legs towards me and 'sexily fed me a cookie'.
"Now on the subject of music vidieos, what would you say is your ALL TIME Favorite music vidieo? And it better involve a hot chick or I will think you are weird."
Wow on the hot seat. I guess I better be honest. "Ok, fine in all honesty, I would have to say 'These Boots are Made for Walking' By Jessica Simpson" I said.
"Very HOT" Ell smiled. "One of my favorties as well." She added.
"So what is your all time favorite of all time and it better include some sexy guys." I shot back.
"In all honesty?" She sighed.
"All honesty" I replied.
"How about if I show it to you...I think you will like it as well." She said.
She uncrossed her legs (killing me) and padded up to her room wher she came down with a DVD. "Here it is" she said.
"WHat is it"? I asked.
"Just wait." She replied. A few moments later, Gloria Estefan was dancing on the screen
"......Everlasting Love." I watched in facination. My mind was racing. This music video has nothing but hot chicks in sexy outfits dancing and girating, as well as Gloria Estefan done up with different sexy hair styles...Not what I was expecting. This is the kind of video I REALLY like. But no sexy guys. Maybe the truth is Ell is Gay and I am just like her bud. That kind of sucks.
"So what do you think"? She asked.
"I like it, very sexy, but...I didn't see too many guys."
She had paused it at the end where 5 versions of Gloria Estefan were locked arm in arm.
"Witch one do you think is the hottest?" She grinned.
"That one in the middle with the red shorter hair-- she is a hottie." I said. I felt myself opening up a little more and more to Ell. She is really fun to talk to. "No guys though"? I said again questioningly.
She grabbed the remote and skipped back to the pre-video interview with Gloria Estefan.
Gloria Estefan was talking: "...This is one of my favorite vidieos, probably because I am not in it....I was very pregnant at the time so we used 5 female impersonators...."
Ell paused the DVD. "Wrong she said....all you saw were guys...dressed to kill. Remember the power of sexy." She grinned as if she just showed a poker hand of all aces.
"No way" I said. "Let me see it again."
She hit play again, and I watched the music video again from a different point of view. I couldn't believe that all of these sexy creatures I was watching were acutually guys.
"So, now what do you think"? She asked.
I paused to collect my thoughts. What is up with Ell. She likes guys who dress up as girls? This is kind of wierd.
"I guess it is hard to believe all of them are guys -- especially to admit that I think they are hot."I said."But what is it you see in this? Why is this your favorite video of all time."?
" I Thought you would never ask!" Beamed Ell.
"Because it is the key, the secret. You see, guys seem to think they are superior to us women. But really all they have over us is physical strength...but with the power of sexy, they can control much more." She said.
She continued "Lets take you for example. You -might- be able to beat me up, "she said sarcasticly leaning over in front of me until her lips were almost touching mine .."But, I could seduce you in half a second and get you to do almost anything for me" she gently rubbed my her nose against mine and pulled a way quickly with a wicked smile.
"There is no denying you are hot, and the power of seduction is something else, but...I don't think there is any doubt here who would win if we were to fight." I said defensively.
"Is that a fact?" Ell replied doubtingly.
"Thats a cold hard fact." I smiled back confidently.
"How sure are you"? She asked? "That you could take a little girl like me down?"
"100%" I said cooly.
I liked where this was headed, wrestling and finishing with Ell being pinned and with a long lip lock to finish.
"100% eh? Well how would you like to make a small wager"? Ell said half seriously, half teasingly.
"Just tell me what you want to lose." I replied.
"Anything"? She said.
"You name it!" I said.
"Well, you are a big strong guy, so I would say the odds are definately against me....So. Hows this: If you can pin me on my back in less than two minutes, I will make out with you for two minutes....Buuut if I pin you on your back in less than ONE Minute, You have to...she paused thoughtfully..Shave your legs." She smiled triumphantly, as if she had been planning this.
She was setting me up for this. No matter, I haven't told her that I won state wrestling my freshman year, and I have never been pinned. Making out will just be the icing on the cake. Becides, maybe I will toy with her a little, make it last the whole two minutes, she is so hot, it will be a pleasure watching her squirm while I pin her.
"Pucker up!" I said. With a wicked grin.
Quickly we cleared the table out of the way and made space not to break anything.
"Give me your watch" She said. I am setting your timer for 2 minutes. Mine will go off in 1. Are you ready."
We were facing each other, she was giggling and dancing side to side like a school girl, and I was ready.
"Go!" she yelled and moved in.
She was kind of fast for a girl, but I dodged her first move, or so I thought, her leg swung back powerfully and caught me behind the knees. I bent over backwards just enough for her to throw me over her bent knee. I hit the ground so hard it knocked the wind out of me... before I could regain myself her knee was in my stomach...
.. I couldn't breath now my arms were completly pinned somehow. I've never seen this hold before...must not be legal...
I was on my back gasping for air with her right knee on top of me, I thought I would be enjoying this, but the pain... just then her alarm on her watch went off.
1 minute was up and I had been pinned.
Before she let me go, she reached down and whisperd in my ear..."Consolation prize" and licked my cheek."Now let me get my razor!" She squealed in delight as she let me go.
I was still gasping for air, and as she headed for the bathroom she turned and said, "I thought you played football" Teasingly.
What had just happend. I have never been pinned before, and now I get pinned in less than a minute by a hot girl who weighs less than me, and now I have to shave my legs?
Ell trotted out with an electric hair buzzer, a safety razor, shaving gel, and a big bucket of water. not to mention the huge smile on her face.
"I think you wanted to lose." She said sarcasticly.
"Right" I replied still trying to catch my breath. "How did you do that"? I asked.
"Once again, you underestimated the power of sexy....you were thinking I am just a poor weak girl and that you could have a little fun with me. You didn't stop to think what my back ground in martial arts might be, who my partents are, what I do in my free time...only that I am a weak little girl....I used that to my advantage, leverage to get what I wanted...to see those tanned legs of yours hairless." She smiled.
"Are you ready"? She added.
"I guess" I said hesatantly.
" OK strip down to your boxers, and we will get started. I will do your right leg for you, but you have to do the left!" She said.
With that she turned on the electric hair trimmor and started buzzing away. "Bye, bye, curly hairy boy legs hello sexy legs" she said with a big sexy grin.
What was going on. A few seconds ago I was supposed to dominate in wrestling, now I am getting my legs shaved by a girl I would much rather be making out with.
After she finished buzzing the right leg, she said, " that is looking much better, but (she grabbed my hand) "feel that" she said and ran my hand up my leg. It was very prickly. "That just won't do she added, only the razor gets it smoothe...now you buzz the left leg and we will get to the fun part."
I took the razor and began cutting the hair upwards. She seemed to really be enjoying watching this. I can't help but think I am a bit curious as to what they will feel like completely shaved but even more curious to find out what she gets out of all this. After I got done buzzing, Ell took the trimmor for inspection and a little touch up.
"Good job, you are a natural" She said teasingly.
"Now, lets acutally head over to the bathroom, it will make this easier" She said, and with that, She turned on the bath tub and began filling it up, she poured in some vanilla smelling bubble bath.
After the tub was almost full and nearly overflowing with bubbles. "Get in" She commanded.
"The warm water and bodywash will soften up the hairs and make them easier to shave. We don't want any cuts or ingrown hairs for our fist timer."
She walked out of the bathroom and shut the door. This was my que to get in the tub. I wasn't too sure about this. But I wasn't going to be a sore loser.
How bad could it be? Bodybuilders, swimmers, and bikers shave all the time. I would just wear pants until it grows back-- and avoid any more situations that could cause further humiliation for me.
I stripped down and climbed in the tub. The water was perfect it was so warm and relaxing and although the scent of the bubblebath was extremely feminine, I have to admit I kind of liked it.
I still couldn't believe what was ging on. I was in a hot girls house, who just happend to be infatuated with guys who shave their legs and dress up like girls.
What would be next I asked myself. Nothing this is where I draw the line.
After about 10 minutes of soaking, Ell, knocked on the door. "You should be about ripe" she chimed. "Go ahead and climb out, and wrap youself with a towel. Let me know when you are decent."
I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around myself. "Ready" I said.
Ell came in all smiles.. "How was it" She asked.
"Not as bad as I thought." I looked and she was holding up a pink and white babydoll cami with matching garter, stockings, and panties... I stared...
"NO!--These aren't for you, but for being such a good sport I will try them on for you after we are done...now lets get started" she exclaimed.
OK, that sounds good I would shave my legs on my own free will to see Ell in that outfit.
Ell reached her hand in the warm tub water and quickly ran some water all over my right leg. Than she grabbed the shave gel and put a bunch in the palm of her hand. With grace she spread it all over my right leg, up to mid thigh.
Then she grabbed the razor and started down on the toes. "hairy toes are for hobbits" she said, then she worked her way over the ankles carfully "always be careful here to avoid cuts and nicks" she added.
Every so often she would rince off the hair in the water. "Always use upward strokes, and remember to rince the razor frequently to get the best results." she directed.
After about 10 minutes she was finished with my right leg, she spent a lot of time around the knee cap and was extra careful behind my knee on on my thigh. After the last of the gel was gone, she ran her hand under warm water and spread it out over my leg to get rid of any traces of the gel.
Her hand sent tingles up my body in a way I never expected.
"Feels nice huh" she looke up smiling.
"Uh, yeah not bad" I replied, trying to downplay how every nerve ending in my leg was screaming in extacy when she touched it.
I could feel myself starting to harden under the towel.
She glanced at the towel, "Oh you do like it" She said as she winked.
"OK your turn. I will help but be carful!" she added.
After about another 15 minutes of instruction from Ell, and a final touch up inspection, we were done. I had shaved legs.
"Now, it is important to put some lotion on them right away so they don't get all dry and scaly." Ell said, and grabbed a pink bottle off of the sink.
"Sorry, I don't have any boy smelling lotion." She added.
She poured some lotion into her the palm of her hand and then rubbed them together then, she grabbed my leg and started rubbing the lotion in. "It is called Love Spell by Victoria's Secret, and will make your legs feel very smooth, and sexy!" She exclaimed.
The lotion was very smoothe and felt heavenly as she rubbed and massaged it into my feet, ankles, calves knees and thighs. "Glad to see you are enjoying this" Ell said as she glanced up and saw a pitched tent through the towel.
"I..Uh"-
She cut me off. "Dont worry, I understand. I like how it feels too. The problem now is, you probably won't be able to stop shaving them. It is addicting."
She smiled, and tossed me my boxer shorts, "now time for me to go try a lttle something on for you...go back and watch some TV while I get ready." She said teasingly.
Ell headed out to her room. I dropped the towel and put my boxer shorts back on, but not before I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror....
Holy crap! My legs look almost as hot as Ell's...no maybe even hotter!. What the crap!
I turned around a looked at myself from the back--From the back, I seriously looked like a girl, and a freaking hot girl. What was going on? Looking at my tanned long legs, hairless was giving myself wood.
I quickly put my boxers on, and couldn't help but notice how tingles shot up my legs when I pulled them up. I couldn't hardly stand it.
While I walked back out to the tv room. I noticed how when my calves bumped into each other, it felt smooth. I liked it. I turned the tv on, and couldn't help but keep rubbing my hands all over my legs. They felt so sexy...they wer mine!
Why hadn't I tried this before. I seriously was about to explode from how sexy my legs felt.
What seemed like a forever, but was really about 30 minutes, Ell, finally came walking out...She wasn't wearing the pink outfit she had showed me earlier, but I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
She was Wearing a black push up bra, with a red and black pleated ultra mini skirt. She had on thigh high black stockings with garters that were peaking out from the bottom of the skirt, and the stalkings were pulled so tight they looked like they could pop. She had on 5 inch baby doll spike heels, and I noticed that the heels were silver.
She walked seductively towards me. I also noticed that she had put on some secuctive make up making her eyes look even more amazing. She hit the CD player, and it was the Pussy Cat Dolls "Dontcha"
She started dancing around me seductively, and girating her hips towards me in beat with the music. Then she stripped off the mini skirt and was wearing a very high cut thong.
I Stared in disbelief. The heels made her legs look impossibly long, all I could think about was how bad I wanted to tackle her down and make passionate love to her....
She kept dancing and lip syncing to the song. She moved her body to the music in a way that I only dreamed was possible. I was so hard and out of my mind as she then climbed on my lap and started giving me a lap dance.
Just when I was about to blow, the song ended.Ell cooed seduvtivly, "Lay on your stomach, sexy and look the other way."
I had no Idea what was going on, but I wasn't going to argue with a hottie in lengerie. I could feel her breathing in my ear.
"Did you like it?" She wisperd gently.
"Yes" I wisperd back.
"Feel this" she said.
She had something very soft and sexy feeling, and began rubbing it up and down my shaved legs. I have never felt anything so good in my life. She kept going. I seriously thought I would blow my wad. IT felt so amazing-- shocks were going up and down my whole body, I have never felt anything so fantastic before before in all my life.
"Do you want to know what it is"?She wisperd gently in my ear.
"Yes" I half answered, half moaned.
"Open you eyes and roll over" She commanded gently. I rolled over and she had in her hand the pair of long white and pink stockings she had showed me earlier. She had a huge smile on her face.
"I saw the way you looked at these when I held them up before, and I thought maybe you might want to try them on...what do you think"? She said with a sultry pouty voice.
"But...I am a" I started to say.
"..A BOY!...FINE." She said defeatedly. "It is probably best if you get going soon anyway. My folks will be returning soon. And my dad will kill me if he finds that I have a BOY in the house. I am going to go change out of this outfit, get dressed, and wait for me I will be just a minute."
What just happened? I thought to myself, as Ell dejectedly model walked back down the hall way to her room. I couldn't help but notice how hard I was and I knew If I didn't relieve myself I would be walking funny tomorrow.
Still, though nothing I could do about that now. I Put the rest of my clothes on and sat there contemplating the last few hours.
Should I have said yes and tried on the stockings for her? What would have happend. What do they feel like on? Is it really that strange for a boy to wear them?
...yes of course it is- I told myself...what is she doing to me?
About 5 minutes later Ell, walked out of her room. wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She still had the seductively hot make up on, but everything else was toned down a lot.
"Sorry I didn't mean to be upset" Ell said. "I just don't see why guys are so afraid of girl clothes. Really I didn't mean to try to make you feel uncomfortable. They just feel so amazing to wear, that I thought you might like to try."
Ell had her hands behind her back.
She said "here I have a little something for you." It was a present wrapped in a blue ribbon. I was about the size of a tissue box.
"Now don't open this until you are at home alone in your room tonight. This is a special gift from me to you I hope you like it."
She smiled again and I felt relieved. She has some interesting ideas, but she is so amazingly hot that I would deal with them.
"Yeah, me too." I said. "I guess I am a little worried about what people would think if they found out."
"I know" ell said. "But everything else that happend to day will be our little secret." She winked, smiled and said, "You had better get going. See you tomorrow at the salon"?
"Of course" I said.
With that she gave me a quick hug, and I was out the door.
As I walked home that evening, I put the present in my back pack, and couldn't help reflect on the events of the afternoon. Mostly I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to try on the stockings, and what Ell's next move would have been if I had...and If I had would I still be there, and what if I liked wearing them as much as I liked shaving my legs.
Confusion. What could be in the package?
THE POWER OF SEXY PART II
When I got home, I went straight up to my room and locked the door. I had to find out what was in the package.
Quickly I untied the ribbon, and opened the box. There was a card on top of something wrapped in tissue paper.
I picked up the card it read: "Hey sexy legs, thanks for the best afternoon. You are such a sport for going through with it, I had the best time with you today, and you seriously have some of the Sexiest legs I have EVER Seen, and I know sexy ;). ....Anyway I am a little sad that you weren't able to pin me, because I was really looking forward to making out with you...but since I can't just let you without proving yourself, here is the deal:
I think secretly you really wanted to try the stockigns on, but your *manhood* prevented it. So, here you go, I will never know if you try on these items on or not. But...If you wear everything in box tomorrow to the salon (under your jeans of course) I promise I will make out with you for at least 5 minutes!!!;)" xoxox,
Ell PS dont dissapoint;)"
I unwrapped the tissue paper to find a brand new package of white stockings with little pink bows on the front and back of the tops, there was a sexy photo of long legs wearing them on the front.
Also in the box, there was a g string thong, and a matching garter set. I put the items down on the bed. There as kind of a sick feeling in my stomach. I felt nervous all of a sudden as if people were watching me do something evil.
I walked to the door and made sure it was locked again.
I turned around and stared at the lingerie on the bed.
Dared I? No one would know.... I walked back over to the bed. Slowly and carefully I opend the package of stockings My hands were trembling and I didn't know if it was fear or excitement or a little of both.
I noticed that there were two pairs instead of just one. I began slowly rubbing the delicate material of the stockings in my fingers. I felt myself slowly begin to harden.
I unbuckeled my belt and let my pants drop around my ankles. I stepped out of them and began rubbing one of the stockings up and down my leg. My whole body was shuddering in extacy.
What was going on? I had to try them on I decided.
Just then I noticed that there was another note in the bottom of the box. I said:
"If you've made it this far you are at least thinking about it...:) Here are instructions so you don't get any snags or runs:
1. Put on the thong. It will be a little tight in front espicailly if you are really liking things....
2. Put on the garter belt. Clasp the two inner hooks together in the front, and then turn it around so they are in the back.
3. Bunch the stockings up so you can get your toe all the way in, slowly pull up from the bottom, tightening ever so gently as you come up. Do one leg at a time, and attach the garters. The back garter is a little tricky, but be patient and you will get it!
Enjoy XOXOX, Ell.
I put the items down on the bed and walked over to the full length mirror in my room. I took a deep breath in and looked at myself.
As I sighed out the air, I couldn't help but look myself over. What was happening to me I thought. I looked smaller than ever, my tummy was tight, and smooth, but lacking the deep six pack I had had earlier this summer.
My skin was golden brown from the tanning, and there was somthing different about my face as well. It was still me, just a softer version...
I looked back over at the items on the bed. I couldn't help but be giddy with antisipation... I had to know what they felt like on.
I dropped my boxers and looked at myself again from the back. I seriously couldn't believe that was me in the mirror. My legs were long and tanned and perfectly shaved. I seriously looked like a hot chick from the back ..what was going on!? And how hot would I look in the lingerie!?
I walked back over to the bed and sat down. I was really hard and my breathing was sparatic. I grabbed t he g string thong. It was sexy just to look at.
Slowly I lowered it down and put my fet in. It was so small that it was hard to tell the front from the side from the back. I soon figured it out, and pulled the panties up and over my throbbing manhood.
It felt a little strange as I pulled it tight, I love the way the tight smoothe material seemed to sink deep into my ass, and the smooth front tantalized my manhood who couldn't help but peek his head over the top.
I grabbed the directions, and did as they said, clasping the garter clasps in the front and then turning it around to the back.
As I was observing my work, I couldn't help but notice how much my hands were shanking. Why was I so nervous?
Also the thought crossed my mind that if I was to wear this again -- again did I think that? If I was I would need to trim some more hair around -- well down there.
But surely this would be a one time thing. I would tell Ell that I wouldn't try that stuff on and that only wierdos would do a thing like that.
She would never know that I am trying these items on, and if she asks I will deny it.
I quickly walked back over to the door to double and triple check to make sure it was locked. I also put my ear to the door to make sure that no one was near by.
I knew that It was almost time for dinner, so I had better hurry.
As I walked back to my bed to put the stockings on, I caught a glimpse of my backside in the mirror again.. Holy crap...is that me. I couldn't believe how the thong and the garter framed the roundness of my -- dare I say perky butt.
I stared in disbelief. It was so hard I could hear the pounding of pumping blood in my ears....
I walked back over to the bed, and followed the instructions Ell gave me to put the stockings on.
I bunched them up to the end until I was able to put my toes in. I couldn't believe how good it felt on my feet.
It felt amazing feet are so sensitive, but it was if the stockings and my feet were communicating with each other, nerve endings were firing and the return signal was silky smoothness.
I slowly and carfully pulled the stocking up my leg, passed a rather thin ankle, over my rounded calf, and finally over my knee.
Before I tried to attached the garter, I held the stocking up with my left hand and ran my right hand down my leg, feeling the message my brain recieved was one of confusio:
my hand loved feeling the delicate material , and my leg loved being felt, but somehow it felt like the boy in me was loving running my hands all over the newly shaved, and stocking clad leg, much like any eger male would fondle a hot babe in lingerie for the first time, but it was someone elses leg, and that someone else, another part of me I have never known before was in extacy screaming to be satisfied!
I slowed down the process before I blew my wad.
I actually had to close my eyes, lay back on the bed and think about all of the football plays I was supposed to be learning in order to calm myself down enough to continue.
Finally after a couple of minutes, I felt as if I was in controll enough to continue. I pulled the top of the stocking up towards the garter attachment and the garter attachement towards the stocking. The stockings were a white color with thick pink bands around the top where the garters attached, there were also smalll pink bows on ther front and back of the stockings.
I noticed that the garter had a very strange clasp that attached to the the stocking....after several moments I finally figured it out...
It is amazing that the stocking pulling against the garter is the only thing that keeps the attachement working...also how easy it really is to pop that attachment off.
The back side was much trickier, but if another few minutes, and after a few failed attempts, I was able to clasp it in place.
After I was certain I wasn't going to come un done, I once again started running my hands up and down that leg.
I loved the mixed confusing signals that my body was sending to my brain, alnd the way the delicate material was clinging to every screaming nerve ending in my shaved leg...
I wanted to continue, but I also knew I must see and feel how the whole out-fit felt on my body.
I reached to grab the other stocking, and when I did, the stocking clad leg rubbed against my naked shaved leg, once again i felt like a young child experiencing eating candy for the fist time...
the feeling of my naked leg so smooth, rubbing against the stocking clad leg was unbelievable I rubbed them together, and began slightly moaning in ecstacy.
I felt so strangely wonderful-- what was going on, i thought!?
Once again I had to lay back on my back and concentrate hard on those football plays...finally I was able to settle down enough to continue.
When I finally settled down a little, I sat up and began repeating the same process of putting on the other stocking. Once again I was in total amazement of how good it was feeling, and I love the constant light pressure the stockings were putting on my legs. It was almost as if I was just adding a sexy new layer of skin to my legs.
The second stocking went on a little easier, and after attaching the garter attachment, I stood up and, instincively did a deep squat as if to stretch everything in position.
I loved the way the stockings pulled against the garters and the garters pulled against the stockings. It felt like I was neatly wrapped in a beautiful package. I was also amazed how well everything seemed to fit.
The lacy garter belt rested on my hips just below my belly button, and the garter straps, pulled extremely tight attached to my thighs about three quarters of the way up my thigh.
I grabbed the package that the stockings came in, glancing at the photo of the model wearing them on the package. I wanted to see how I compared when I looked in the mirror.
I stood up again and walked over to the mirror, I wanted to see myself from the back first, so I turned around before I looked up.
When I looked up at the mirror and finally saw myself--I couldn't believe my eyes--surely this wasn't me I was looking at--it looked just like the photo--no better than the photo! I slowly raised up on my toes like the model in the photo was doing and immediatly felt a rush--
uncontrollable I dropped the package and reached for my manhood trying to apply pressure--
It was too late...
Milky whiteness shot from the top of the panties violently sending sticky fluid flying across the room in several powerful bursts.
Crap! How did I lose control so quickly -- I wasn't ready!!!
Knock, Knock, Knock! on the door Click, Click, Click of the door knob, Click...
"Alan, it is time for dinner! What are you doing in there? And why is this door locked!!"
Crap! Crap! Crap! It was my mother!!
"Alan, open this door right now, I need to talk to you!" My mother said through the door with an elevated voice.
Panic was in my face I almost passed out...
"Um... hold on, I am changing." I said, and frantically began fumbling with the garter attachments trying to get them off my hands were shaking violently and I couldn't controll them.
" I just got back from the gym, and I don't want to be smelly for dinner" I stammerd. "I'll be down in a minute."
"Thats a first" My mother said "Hurry or dinner will be cold! We are all waiting!
Satisfied with my answer, my mother walked away down the hall.
I realized that I was not about to get busted, but that was an extremely close call.
-- Never again with anyone home I thought to myself.
I looked down and realized that i had soiled the front of the panties!
"Crrraaaaap!" I exaggerated out loud what would I do now?
I needed to get this stuff off quickly, clean up my mess, appear clean, and head down stairs for dinner quickly.
Slowly my heart rate started to return to normal. I was still extremely hard, but I bgegan taking off the stockings carefully.
I unhooked the front right stocking followed by the back, and carefully rolled the stocking off of my silky smoothe leg. It felt fantastic coming off as well, but I had no time to enjoy it, if I didn't hurry, someone would be pounding on my door again and I didn't want to have to play 20 questions again.
Carefully I folded the stocking and placed it on the bed, and repeated the process with the left.
Then I rotated the hooks on the garter belt from the back to the front, and then unhooked them.
I folded the garter on top of the stocking and then slid the g-string panties down and off. I felt sick as I realized they needed to be washed.
I grabbed some tissue from the dresser and tried to wipe them off as best as possible, and then went quickly hunting for the comets that launched in all directions earlier.
I found a few and wiped them up as much as possible.
I grabbed the garter, panties and stocking, wrapped them in a towel, and quickly tucked them under the mattress.
Then I quickly put on some jeans and a sweatshirt and ran down stairs.
When I walked into the dining room, it seemed as if everyone was staring at me...even the baby. Did they know?? Not possible.
"What is going on Alan"? My mom asked.
"Why are you keeping us waiting!?" My Father Barked. He was not known to be a patient man.
I quickly sat down, and shrugged my shoulders. I know I must have had that deer in the headlights look, but I tried to play as normal as possible until...
"You smell like a girl" My sister blirted out sniffing me... "Is that Victoria's secret?"
My face went beet red as everyone began staring and sniffing my direction...
I realized that the smell of the lotion Ell had put on my legs was strong enough to be noticed even under my pants....
"NO!" I said, "It is probably just some sunscreen from swimming today." I defended.
"Well, smells kind of girlie to me" my sister giggled and shrugged and went back to her dinner. I sent her a mean look...
"Speaking of Girlie" my father said "someone is looking like it is time for another hair cut. I will get the trimmer after dinner."
My dad, with the permanent flat top, had always thought it was nesicary for boys to have a buzz cut from age 3 until death -- 'anything longer was for hoodlums and hippies.' -He had said on more than one occassion.
"I thought I might grow it out a little, Dad" I replied
"Why in SamHell would you want to do that?!" He said staring right through me. I played the only card that worked on my Dad...
"Well, all the other guys are doing it this year for football. It is a team thing." I lied ...but how could I let him cut my hair?
I couldn't .... Ell Loved it too much and I loved her too much.
"Hmmmph" my father said, beaten for the moment. "When I was your age. Blah blah blah....."
I tuned out, I was beginning to think of the lingerie up in my room, and that I needed to clean the panties so that Ell wouldn't know what had happend to them.
I would wear them again tomorrow...under my pants, and only because I craved Ell's lips like the desert flower craves the rain -- the thoughts caused almost immediate increased blood flow....
"Are you listing to me?" My dad said. "What has gotten into you lately?"
"huh"? "I said
"How is your weight training going? You are looking thinner by the week, and you hardly have touched your dinner. If you lose your spot on the team because you have been hanging out by the pool all summer I will be very dissapointed!" My Dad said as a matter of fact.
"Yes sir" I said and took a big bite of meat loaf.
He was right though, I was getting thinner. I barely was weighing 125 now and was trying to wear baggier clothes around the house so no one would say anything. Although I was still going to gym, I definatly wasn't getting any bigger or stronger.
The time I was there all I could think about was how soon I would be done so I could go and see Ell at The tanning salon. I was starting to wear sweats even in the gym as well -- I wasn't filling out the muscle shirts like I had been earlier this summer and didn't want to look weak there, even though I was beginning to feel weak and a little vulnerable physically.
The truth is, the more I hung around Ell, the less excited I was about all of the time that football was going to take up. And with all of the trouble I was having putting on weight, I would be lucky to be able to stay on the team let alone have a starting position.
The rest of dinner was uneventful except for a few strange looks from my sister. I pulled a face at her and she looked away. I noticed that I didn't have much of an apetite, and asked if I could be excused.
"I'm not feeling well, may I be excused I need to get some rest for the gym tomorrow." Once again exploiting the only avenue that held any ground with my Dad.
"Ok" he said, " I want you to start writing down all of you exercises so I can go over it later this week and help you." He said.
Without response to that I stood up and began heading to my room. My heart began to pound loudly as I anticipated my return to my bedroom. I was careful howerver not to run...that would have caused suspision.
"Goodnight, I think I am going to bed early" I said.
When I reached my room, I quickly jumped to where I had hidden the *unmentionables* Under my mattress. I grabbed the panties that I had wrapped in some tissue, stuffed them in my pocket and went to the bathroom....
Oh! No! I thought when I unwrapped the panties....they were a mess. I quickly began running them under some cold water hoping they would clean up. It was embarrassing enough, what Ell had asked me to do...now what is goning to happen when she sees them all cum-stained!
I turned the hair drier onto them, under cold air of course....luckily they dried quickly, being such a delicate material...
When I was finished drying them out, I bolted back into my room and locked the door. I wrapped the panties and hoisery back into the towel and stuffed the whole thing back under my mattress.
Knock Knock Knock! The door again. Damn! Who is it now...
"Just a minute" I yelled!
I opened the door slowly...mysister pushed the door open forcefully! I was surprised normaly I could close it before she could get her foot in. Was she getting stronger?
"What the Hell Alan" she said. As she shoved her way into my room.
"What" I replied.
"You and I both know that is Victorias Secret Love spell lotion I am smelling!" So don't try to pretend it is some tanning lotion!!! And what is up with your face! Not a singe zit! I would die for that complection....!" My sister sounded distressed.
My sister was right, I had always admired her for her complection,with maybe one or two random zits here and there, but now she couldn't hold a candle to my perfectly smooth, bronze face..
"Please tell me what you are doing it just isn't fair!!" She pleaded.
"OK first of all-- my life is non of your business, second of all, get the Hell out of my room before I throw you out!"
I felt emotion steeming upand my face had flushed, normally my sister never challenged me, but today for some reason I wasn't as confident.
"Finnnneeee" she over emphasized, and marched to the door.....
She paused briefly, turned on her heel and said "But I am watching you" She pointed her fingers at her eyes and then one at me. With that she shut the door and went away.
Finally. Peace. I felt drained. It had been an 'emotional' day for me. I felt like I wanted to cry. What the hell is wrong with me I thought.
I went to the cupboard, grabbed a couple of tanning tablets and gulped them down. I pulled off my sweat pants and climbed into bed.
Another new uexpected sensation! As I climbed into bed I felt every nerve ending in my legs scream in extacy as they slipped into the cold sheets...
"Holy crap" I half said out loud....girls get to feel this every time they go to bed!? Holy crap! I thought to my self.
For a few minutes I moved my legs back and forth savoring the sensual feel of the cool sheets against my legs. I couldn't help but think back on the days events...
Ell, getting me pinned, being forced to shave my legs...the stockings, and most of all tomorrow....the pending make out session I know I have earned!
My heart skipped a beat as I thought of Ell, her dark eyes and perfect smile and pout of a mouth, perhaps even slipping her tougue into my mouth! Slowly I dozed off into a daze of a sleep. Mostly from exhaustion...
The next day I waited until around 10:00 to get up. I had no desire to eat breakfast with my family , and I knew everyone would be long gone...espicially my nosy sister who was in life gurading at the local pool...
My heartrate immediatly began to quicken as I realized what day it was and what was about to happen! I knew Glamour Tan opend at 9:00 and Ell was already there!! I could hardly stand the antisipation.
I quickly climbed out of bed,slipped into my sweats and went down stairs. I scanned the house, calling names of people I knew couldn't possibly be home, but I also wasn't going to take any more chances-- I wasn't getting caught in this game, I was so close to the finish line ( or so I thought) that Ell would be mine!
I half sprinted up the stairs and out of instinct locked the door. I almost lept over to the bed where the lingerie was safely hidden, reached under the mattress and pulled out the towel.
Carefully I opend it up and neatly laid the contents on the bed, unfolding the stockings, the garter belt and the panties.
Luckily my quick wash job had worked and only close inspection could see anything of a stain on the panties.
I carefully placed the stockings, panties, and garter belt on the bed. Without thinking I placed them in position they would be on my body. I glanced down at the sexy lingerie and wondered if I could really leave the house wearing this...
What if I got hit by a car or fainted...What would the ambulance think when they found me all dolled up underneith my jeans?...My heartrate increased and I knew I had to go through with it.
Yes, there is risk...But Ell, how often do mortals get the chance to make out with angels?!
I reached down and let my hand run up my leg starting at the out side of the ankle, and finishing just above my knee. Still completely smooth without a trace of stubble...I wonder how long it will take to grow back enought until no-one notices....
I pulled off my boxer shorts and began the careful process of putting the lingerie back on. I noticed although the sight of the lingerie cased me to become hard, it was nothing like last night.
Once again I followed the instructions carefully with the delicate, and oh, so sexy marterial. I placed the garter belt on backwards, clasped the hooks, and turned it around. Next I placed the panties up and over...well as much as possible my manhood. Next, one by one I bunched up the stockings and slowly rolled them up each leg.
The process was once again tantalizing. For some reason I felt so incredibly sexy.. I know I should have felt like a freak, but no, not in the comfort of my locked room, and certainly not with the approval of Ell.
After each stocking was carfully attached to the garter, once again I went over to the full length mirror to inspect....
Holy- I paused and turned, How could I look good in this? I seriously look like something I have only seen in my mothers lady magazines.
What the hell. I couldn't help but admire myself. I had lost about 20 pounds since I met Ell. It had been very gradual, but it only seemed to come from certain places.
A casual onlooker would probably have no Idea that I was..or ever had been a boy...unless my mind is playing tricks!
I shifted gears in my head. I don't know what is wrong with me. I am not a freak, I am not enjoying this--am I?-- It is all for Ell.
I grabbed my jeans, and stuffed some boxer shorts into my back pack. I pulled my jeans on and noticed that for some reason they were getting a little tight in the ass. Hmm I don't get it.
I zipped them up and grabbed my belt, and threw my sweatshirt back on. Then I grabbed some loose fitting socks, gently pulled them over my stocking- clad feet and slipped on my tennis shoes.
I looked at myself in the mirror again and there was the boy I had recognized. My hair was starting to get a little long, not much but longer than it had ever been. It was kind of unkempt and almost shoulder length, but still looked very boyish.
I blew myself a kiss in the mirror and wished myself luck as I headed down the stairs. The stockings pulling agaist the garters felt very strange under my jeans, as if they didn't belong there, but the sensation of the smooth stockings against my legs was somthing I can only compare to tasting your new favorite beverage for the first time I was in ectacy!
The walk from my house to Glamour Tan was only about 10 minutes, but I felt like a fish out of water the whole way. Every time someone waved or I heard a car honk, I felt as if my secret was up! Yet I contiued to walk casually-yet cautiously toward my destined, and much earned make out session with Ell.
When I was within 20 feet of the front door of Glamour Tan, my heart stopped, and I felt as though I would pass out...hyper ventilate or something...I paused briefly wondering if I should run back home as fast as I could and never come back....
I knew that was foolish. Ell had power over me like gravity. Once you fall you just keep falling until something stops you, and that something was nowhere in sight or mind.
I slowly opened the front door to Glamour Tan, but as expected, the door chimed letting everone know I was there.
As I walked in the door I couldn't help notice about three other people sitting waiting for their turn to tan.
Oh No, I don't want to have to sit and wait --I thought to myself. Then Ell, like a dream popped up over the counter!
"Hey Sexy" she said, she licked her lips in a way that seemed normal, to everyone else, but to me the message was loud and clear!
She continued "Glad you called and made a reservation, your bed is number 3, let me walk you back there and make sure it is ready!"
She was beaming I have never seen such a sparkle in her eyes before! She then asked a co-worker to watch the desk for a few minutes.
We were silent as we walked back toward the tanning bed, until we turned the corner out of view. She caught the back of my jeans playfully with her finger, peaking downward and said ," Well I hope you had fun last night!?"
My face went red as I turned to look at her......"What do you mean" I asked while we continued to room 3.
"You know exactly what I am talking about Alan!" she coyly smiled back! As we got to the room...
The power of sexy part IIIV
....Ell turned and said "gawd Alan! I thought you weren't gonna come!" Her voice was both seductive, pouting, and teasing at the same time (if that is possible).
She was looking ultra hot in an light yellow and orange sundress. It showed off her toned arms, and perfecly bronzed skin. The hem of the sundress was about 6 inches above her knees and her long brown legs seemed to go forever down to her wedge sandals.
She opend the door to the tanning bed room, pushed me in and quickly locked the door.
She spun towards and said, "Pants down Alan!"She commanded! With a huge smile.
"Com on, show me the goods"!:) She was forceful, yet-playful in her directions.
I stalled briefly, but she would have none of it. She confidently walked up to me, and seductively started to loosen up my belt.
"Need some help" she aked?
"OK" she said as if I had answered.
I was too stunned to realize this new fantacy was about to come true.
I could feel myself starting to harden underneith my jeans.
Ell carefully loosened my belt. While I watched. She smelled heavenly.
"You are such a good sport Alan" she said! " Most guys would never do something like this! --"But that is why I like you-- you aren't like the other boys."
She was looking down I couldn't believe this was happening.
My skateboard shoes were already loose, so sliped them off quickly while she worked on my button and zipper.
She carefully zipped my zipper down "would be a shame to 'snag' something "she giggled, and carefully pulled the sides of my pants open and down.
I was fully hardened by the time she slipped my pants from around my round ass. I loved the feel of the jeans as the seemed to slip down my legs, revealing my lower body, decorated in sexy lingerie.
"Holy Shit Alan! You look better than I thought!" she exclaimed!
I stepped out of my jeans and stood there in front of her in nothing but my t- shirt, and of couse the stockings, garter belt and thong.
Next she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it off. I raised my arms straight above my head and she pulled my shirt up and over my arms.
"Wow" was all Ell was able to say. Her eyes glanced up and down my body as if she was about to eat a feast!
"Turn around for me" She said. I did as Ell commanded. I slowly began to turn. When My back was facing her she said. "Stop for a second." ...silence and then she repeated "Holy shit!"
"What" I said finally. looking back over my shoulder.
"You have a smok'in hot super sexy body" And "Wow" , "I think I want to... "she grabbed my arm, spun me around and pulled my face within inches of hers. "....pay up!"
Her lips slowly pressed against mine. I hadn't closed my eyes yet, but she had. Her eyes lashes were so long and her makeup was dark and flawless. I noticed a hint of pink lemonande on her lips and began to drink from them as if I had just crossed the deseret with no water and now had found my well.
She began kissing me more and more passionately, her tongue worked its way through my teeth and I began to caress it with my own.
Somehow she hooked her leg around the back side of mine, and lowerered me to the floor. My back was on the ground and our lips had never left the caress of hers.
She placed her knees between min and used them legs, one of her hands was on the back of my neck pressing my face into hers, and the other slowly made its way down, slowly stroking its way across my chest, past my abs, and finally lightly grasped my shaft.
I was so hard and her hand felt so wonderful. So soft as smoothe as it began to work up and down on my manhood.
"Oh, Alan" she sais quietly- yet seductively as she arched her back and pressed her hips hips hard against my penis. "You are sooo sexy.!"
I wrapped my stocking clad legs around hers and couldn't believe how sexy I felt, how wanted and yet vulnerable at the same time. I also couldn't believe how awesome Ells toned body felt next to mine, even though she was still in her sundress and I was in some crazy lingerie.
I wrapped my legs around hers --and couldn't believe how awesome it felt to have her ultra smoothe legs press against mine with only a thin layer of sexy material between us!
I pulled her into my body tightly and we continued to kiss one another passionatly while lightly moaning in unison.
"This was so worth it" I thought to my self. My hands were moving franticly up and down her the back of her sundress. "Maybe we will go all the way......"
BeepBeep, BeepBeep, BeepBeep.
A watch alarm went off. And Ell pushed her self up and off of me. "Times up, Tiger" Or Tigress" I should say! She smiled teasingly.
I was still laying there she must have read my mind from the look on my face.
"Sorry sex," she said. "Although temping, a deal is a deal, and well you definatly earned that 5 iminutes!" ....
"But you would have to do WAY more than that if you wanted to go any further." She added with a wink.
"OK, I have to get back to work now " she said as I started to stand back up...
"But......." began to say and she cut me off.
She put her finger over my mouth and said. "Alan, I left something for you in the tanning bed, it is a present from me."
I glanced at the bed and noticed that the top was down so I couldn't see what was in it.
"Check it out, before you change and, enjoy your tan!" She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then before I could say another word she was gone and out the door."
When the door closed I couldn't help but notice myself in the mirror that was on the door. " I really do look surprisingly hot. I turned and looked at my butt in the mirror. It was as if I was staring at a lingerie model, except without the boobs I thought to myself. --Where did that thought come from I wondered.
I glanced over to the tanning bed and walked over to in anxious, yet cautious to see what my next present would be...To be continued
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The Power of Sexy, part 5
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I glanced over to the tanning bed and walked over to in anxious, yet cautious to see what my next present would be...
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THE POWER OF SEXY PART V
As I walked over to the tanning bed, it would be mild to say that I was slightly nervous and excited to see what my next "present" would be.
I opend the lid of the tanning bed, and there was a black box with a big pink stripe on it. Through the pink stripe in feminine writing it said 'Pleaser' and it had a large rubber band holing it closed.
As I picked up the box, and pulled the rubber band off, I felt a little faint as I realized what most likely was in the box.
As I opend the lid, I saw; to my surprised delight (did I think that): wrapped in plastic, as well as paper, a pair of pink womens shoes. (later I would learn that they were called 4 inch pink stiletto pumps)
I also noticed that there was note that had been folded and sealed with a kiss in pink lipstick.
I placed the shoebox down and opend the note.
It read:
"Hey sexy! Thanks for the make out! I have been secretly dreaming about it for weeks! Too bad we made the deal for only 5 minutes! Yet there can be more-- so much more enjoyment for both of us, if you play your cards right!;)
Heels:
Did you know that the part of your brain that controls sexual desire is located right next to the part of the brain that controls foot sensation? It is true!! And that is why so many women (and men) have a shoe fetish!
Some people will debate why heels were invented-- I really don't care-- I do know that they make legs look amazingly sexy! They cause the leg to look longer and slimmer, they raise the calf, and they show muscle tone in the calf and leg. All of which drive men mad!;)
Now, there are different heel heights and they all send a message:
1 inch heels say: I am too old to care about sex or too young to know about sex.
2 inch heels say: I am a woman and think that socitity says that I am supposed to wear heels, but I really hate wearing them, and wish I didn't have to wear them. (these women know nothing about the power of sexy)
3 inch heels say: I Like heels, but Know that working at the office all day will probably kill my feet- yet I still want to look sexy and get attention.
4 inch heels scream: I am sexy and I know it. I want sex but you are going to have to work for it! These are for confident women who understand the power of sexy.
5 inch heels scream: I love being sexy and I need some sex. So come and try to have sex. These shoes are for confident women, runway models, and hookers.
6 inch heels: advertise sex for sale, pay me for being sexy, these are for hookers, strippers. (Abuse of the power of sexy!)
7 inch and above are for total fetish freaks. I won't even go there!
~the note continued:
Here is a pair of 4 inch stiletto heel pumps. I thought that Pink would match your lingerie nicely! Go ahead try them on! (hope I got your size right)
XOXOX
Ell
PS every girl needs to learn to walk in heels of all heights so, meet me at my house at 4:00 pm today for your first lesson! Dont blow it or I might!!! lol "
"PSS if you want the photo back you had better show up!!!;)"
"photo" I thought to myself? I have no Idea what she is talking about....
I noticed that my hands were trembling as I placed the note down...I glanced at the heels with the utmost curiosity.
I must admit, I was always slightly fasicnated with heels. The way they make women walk so gracefully, almost as if they are defying gravity that always amazes me. I know my mom and my sister wear heels from time to time, but I don't think they understand the power of sexy very well....did I think that?
Curiosity took over as I carefully unrapped each of the ultra-femine shoes and placed them on the floor. As I set them down they teaterd lightly and I couldn't help but wonder how anyone could walk in them without falling down or breaking their ankle.
I quickly grabbed a stool from the corner of the booth and sat down on it.
"I wonder if they will fit" I asked myself.
At this point, all caution was thrown to the wind. Only Ell knows about this, and thankfully, I am inside a locked room!
I grabbed one of the high heeld shoes and carefully placed my toes in the opening, and pulled the heel back over my heel. I must have felt much like Cinderella with the glass slipper as a delighful sensation went through my entire body as my stocking-clad heel slipped right into the shoe...I carefully put my foot on the floor and was amazed at how sexy-yet-confining my foot felt in the shoe. I wobbled a little as I leaned over and grabbed the other heel, and repeated the same process.
Now that both feet were on the floor, I wondered if I could even balance in these things...how do women do it? Ell was right, it must take practice.....
I stood up carefully, and quickly learned that I had to reposition my center of gravity by pusing my hips forward. My knees felt a little wobbley and I took a small step towards the mirror with one had balanced on the roof of the tanning bed.
As I looked in the mirror, once again I was amazed at what I saw. Ell was right, the heels made my legs look even more amazing. The slight discomfort I was noticing having all of my weight forced forward on my feet disapeared when I saw how sexy my legs looked in them! My legs seemed to go on for ever and disapear into the floor thorough the spikey heel!
Carefully I turned around to inspect myself from the backside in the mirror... I couldn' t believe how sexy I felt, and when I saw my ass in the mirror the long stockings in the 4 inch pink heels, I once again began to harden ultil felt like I was goint to explode....
I sat there gawking at myself in the mirror, much like an adolesent teen viewing Playboy for the first time when all of a sudden out of no where.....CLICK!
A camera flash!? I almost fell over when I turned and looked up to see Ell standing over the deviding wall (tanning booth walls rarely go all the way to the cealing) she was holding an old school poloriod camera, and the film was making its way out of the front of the camera.
Ell had a sly grin on her face. "Mmmmm very sexy Ali! Can't wait to see more at 4!" With that she glanced at the photo she had just taken and began to wave it back and forth so it would develop faster.
"Enjoy your tan, and see you at 4 you sexy tigress" Ell said and disapeared............
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The Power of Sexy, part 6
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The Power of Sexy Part VI
I stood there or should I say wobbled there stunned. I felt slightly betrayed. So confused and vulnerable. Surely Ell didn't need to do that... I wonder why.
I glanced back at myself in the mirror and wondered for a moment what it is like to be a woman? Not just any woman, but a sexy confident one...Is it a chore to be pretty as so many complain, or is it a priveledge? Am I pretty?
I looked up at the clock, it was barely 11:00am. Ell wanted to meet me at 4:00pm. I sat down and carefully removed the heels. My calves felt a bit tight as they lengthened back out on the floor, almost as if part of me was missing the elevation of the heels.
Carefully I wrapped them back up in the box the way they were. Next I removed the lengerie. For some reason I felt sad I took of the sexy clothing...almost as If I had taken a drug that I shouldn't have -- just to see what it was like and found out I want it-- and need it...
What am I thinking?! I am a boy!
Carefully I folded the stockings, the garter belt and the panties and placed them in the shoe box with the shoes. I sighed, closed the lid of the box and reached for my backpack with the tanning tablets and tanning lotion.
I grabbed a cup of water and downed the tanning tablets in one gulp....I had been taking them regularly as Ell directed, and they must be working, because my skin does have a very nice soft glow and deep tan, such that I have rarely seen, and makes me proud!
As began putting the tanning lotion all over my body as always, but this time, as I put the lotion over my shaved legs, I couldn't help but think of how sexy they feel, how smoothe, and how feminine.
Not a trace of hair, I thought to myself as I again felt the ectacy of shaved legs, running my hands up and down them applying the slick lotion.
I put on my goggles, and put the sock over my slightly less throbbing manhood, and started to calm down as I turned on the tanning bed, and looked forward to 20 minutes of relaxation.
The gentle humm of the tanning bed was quite relaxing, but I couldn't help wonder what was going on inside my head. I was supposed to be getting ready for football season, working out in the gym getting buff and tough-- but instead my weight has plunged down to 120! I have gotten very weak, and now I am prancing around in high heels? And liking it?!
A million thoughts and questions were going through my head, but most of all what the Hell, was up with Ell?! How could the most smokingly hot girl I have ever seen or met be interested in a feminized boy?! But if I stop doing what she asks...she might stop ....NO!....I can't! I must do it --whatever she wants. Only for Ell though, I am not crazy!
The tanning bed stopped with a click, and I was done with my fake and bake for the day.
As I climed out of the tanning bed, once again I was fasinated by my long lean brown legs! " I can't belive those are mine." I thought as I did a double take in the mirror...and My ass is getting rounder, and my waist -it is probably down to 26 inches by now-- what the hell!
I wonder...
My hands began to shake as I reached for the shoe box...
How would my tanned legs look in the heels?!
I had to know!
I unrapped the shoes again with a little more urgency.
Without the stockings, it took a little more effort to put them on, but the tanning lotion help them slip right into place.
Pink is probably the sexiest color against tanned skin I decided immediatly as I looked at myself in the mirror. My feet felt strangely at home in the heels, and my long very toned and tanned legs - to die for I seriously rival Ell for legs. Holy shit.
TO BE CONTINUED..............................
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The Power of Sexy, part 7
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The Power of Sexy part VII
The last 4 hours seemed an eternity. The lingerie and heels were burning a hole in my backpack…
I struggled to make eye-contact with anyone. I felt as if a whirlwind of emotion was clouding my judgment. On the verge of tears, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the strange feelings that I was feeling. It seemed as if those who did look at me knew my ~secret~.
I kept replaying the scene of Ell flashing her camera, and teasingly waving the Polaroid photo at me… “See you later tigress” she had said.
Why would she take a photo!?
I seemed to be on the verge of tears and I didn’t know why. I had never been a crier…
I stood there in front of Ell’s house for what seemed like an eternity. Although in reality it was merely a few moments.
For the first time, I began to wonder what her parents did to make so much money to have such a marvelously large mansion.
As I raised my hand to knock on the door, the door dramatically flung open, and there was Ell……
Ell stood there in the doorway with a mischievous grin on her face. One hand was high on the door jam, one clenched in a fist on her hip. Her other hip was cocked towards me in a sexy pose.
She was wearing a light pink lacy tank top with spaghetti straps, and I could see her white bra straps peeking out sexily below the spaghetti straps. She wore a tight chocolate colored ~pencil~ skirt further emphasizing her perfectly proportioned figure. Her long tanned legs seemed to shimmer forever down to a pair of rounded toe patent pink stiletto heels similar to the pair in my back pack.
“Hey Al–i” She said drawing out my abbreviated name sexily.
I stared at her, with strangely mixed feelings. I felt partially betrayed, I felt partially aroused, and I experienced a new feeling I would describe as competitive sexual jealousy…if that makes any sense.
Ell dramatically pulled the Polaroid photo into view. She held the photo out in front of her, towards me. But at the same time she looked at it longingly as if she had to hold the photo at arms length to completely appreciate the sexiness of it. She also appeared hesitant to actually give it to me as she had promised.
“Hey” I replied somewhat dejectedly… as I reached out to take the photo from her.
Just as my fingers closed on the photo, she snapped her wrist playfully pulling the photograph out of my reach…
As my fingers closed grasping only air, Ell’s arm which seemed to have been bracing her against the door jam shot out explosively, grabbing my wrist and jerking me inside of her house!
She slammed the door in a blur. “Not so fast sexy!” She said playfully….. “You have some lessons first!” She was speaking to me, but looking at the photo. She had one hand on my chest pushing me out of reach of the photo which she held at arms length.
For the first time I saw the Polaroid photo as Ell held it away from like one child would hold a toy from the grasp of another…
I couldn’t help but be shocked, embarrassed and yet proud of the image that I saw in the photo.
Ell had captured the photo at the most perfect angle, which made me wonder exactly how long she had been watching me before she took the shot.
I stood there in the photo with a bewildered look on my face, but she had also captured my reflection in the mirror. For the first time, I was able to see what I looked like from the front and back side by side.
I froze as I stared at the photo.
“Want a closer look?” She asked teasingly as she handed over the photo.
She must have read the expression on my face as I saw and grasped the photo.
“Holy Shit” I thought to myself.
Aside from the look of surprised shock on my face, it was quite a flattering photo. I stared at the photo in silence looking up and down the photo inspecting in with precision.
I was amazed at how sexy my body looked, even in the old school Polaroid photo. My legs, thighs, calves and ass looked as if they absolutely belonged in lingerie and heels! My stomach was nice and flat and my waist seemed to be quite waspish next to my ample rounded ass. The tanned tone of my skin seemed to match perfectly with the lingerie, and my long perfectly proportioned legs seemed to go forever down to the spiky shoes. I could hardly believe I was staring at a picture of myself.
“That’s hot hun” Ell said seductively as she snatched the photo from my grip in a lightning quick movement.
She looked at the photo again as if inspecting for any imperfections, yet knowing she would find none.
“Ell, why…….”
She put her finger over my mouth and shushed me.
“Ali, dear……..” She paused as if she was still contemplating the final touches on a prepared speech, one that she knew she might have to scrap and adlib anyway.
She seemed to pause for a moment, and then pulled me towards her. “I Think we both could use a hug.”
She pulled me into her tightly and held me.
She seemed tall in her heels but her body, felt warm and wonderful next to mine, and she smelled heavenly.
“Let’s go sit down and talk for a bit.” She said.
She grabbed my hand and guided me into a sitting room I couldn’t help but notice how her heels clacked on the hardwood and marble floors as she guided me.
As we sat down on a couch, she crossed her legs toward me. She placed the Polaroid photo on the coffee table in front of us and grasped both of my hands into hers.
She looked deep into my eyes. “Alan,…..” She began in a semi playful, but semi serious tone for Ell.
“If you interviewed a million people, you would find that most people in this world, Men or Women would love to have about 5 things in life:
Rich
Powerful
Sexy
Healthy
And Youthful
She continued…. “The problem is, most people either have no Idea how to get what they want, or simply go about trying to get what they want the wrong way.”
“Very few people ever find the ~secret~ to getting exactly what they want. They waste their lives struggling and hoping for things they will most likely never ever achieve.”
“Look around at this house” she continued. “It is beautiful, it is marvelous and for all but about 1 tenth of 1 percent of the population of this planet it is beyond their reach.”
I glanced around at the grandeur of the house. Before today It never really occurred to me to wonder what Ell’s Parents did that they could be so rich. Nor why it was that I have never actually met them. I was only interested in Ell for Ell, the marvelous, beautiful, unique character that she is.
Ell was still grasping my hands and staring into my eyes with her beautifully perfect eyes when she said. “Do you know that I am actually”….she paused and looked away briefly……. “Adopted?”
“I am so lucky, and blessed to have been pulled from a life where I may have had no meaning or direction into a family that understands the ~secrets~ to achieving those 5 things that most people want in life.”
“My adoptive parents are the creators of the Lingerie brand -Victoria’s Secret. - And it is strongly encouraged for me to prepare myself to one day become a model for them. It is so exciting.”
“Enough about me.” She said. “Alan, what do YOU want out of life??”
Up until now I hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise since I had walked — no was dragged in the door.
“All of the things you mentioned.” I replied. “But….”
“I thought so!” Ell Exclaimed as she hugged me giddily…..
Now, let us get ready for some walking lessons.”
Part of me wanted to scream in protest, but a larger part of me was ecstatic about the prospect of getting my feet and legs back into heels.
Ell grabbed my hand and led me down to a long hallway the hallway was about 6 feet wide and about 150 feet long. It was mad of different textures. I have never seen a hall like it before. Some of it was some of it was marble, hardwood, Astroturf granite, short and long carpet. I also noticed various rug textures and different types of linoleum. All of the flooring and wall décor was various shades of pink.
“This is Victoria’s Secret Hallway”…. Ell said. She was very proud… “Nearly all of the Victoria’s secret models have perfected their runway walk down this hallway. It has many different surfaces to allow the models to transition in heels very quickly without looking clumsy…Heels are beautiful and sexy, but they don’t call them stilettos for being forgiving!”
I looked down the hallway and noticed that there were also many mirrors, in different shapes and angles, and also many photos of different Victoria’s secret models throughout the years, both face shots and various modeling photos it was very sexy and very dramatic.
Ell grabbed a remote control and before I knew it very rhythmatic music was playing, to a beat that made you want to tap your toe in unison.
“Watch” Ell commanded and headed off down the hall gracefully strutting her stuff in her heels. She was fantastic to watch, her long golden brown hair bouncing as her legs moved so perfectly in those heels to make her appear to be floating. She crossed every surface in the hall without the slightest bit of hesitation or without the slightest change in her pace.
Once again I started to feel a strange mixture of desire, and jealousy.
Ell spun at the end of the hall and headed back. This time she stopped every few steps and did a model pose or turns and continued walking back.
“What did you think” She asked as if my opinion was actually important to her.
“Very Hot” I said….. “But why would you want me to learn to do this?” I asked finally trying to get some information out of her.
“Well” She looked up and bit the side of her lip. “Lets just say that if you can navigate ‘the hallway’ …………..She grinned at me seductively……. “I will definitely make it worth your wile!”
“Now come with me….” She said as she pulled my arm.
Elle pulled me through a semi hidden door in the hallway. Inside was a very spacious room which looked like a combination of a women shoe store, and a lingerie boutique.
“Now see anything that you like”? She asked playfully.
She must have seen the look of questioning desire and wonderment on my face as I glanced at the room of feminine sexiness.
I tried to sound indifferent……. “Well……I……” I stammered.
“OK. I am going to leave you here for a few minutes. All of the shoes you see are in your size. The hosiery and panties are all on that side of the room. Tops and skirts over there.” She pointed in different directions.
“I will be back in about 20 minutes” she said. “I know that a girl would take much longer to decide, but for a guy……” She stopped and winked…..with that she turned on her heel and walked to the door. Before she closed it she turned and said “have fun you sexy thing!” Blew me a kiss flirtatiously and closed the door behind her.
What have I gotten myself into I thought as looked around at the vastness of sexy that lay before me. I walked over to the shoes…there must have been 50 varites of heels in different styles and heel heights. There were some with more of a pointed heel like the ones ell had given me, some with more square shaped heels. There were some with open toe fronts, some with out backs, there were boots of all varieties… all looked very sexy.
I noticed the same pair that Ell had worn for me during her seductive strip tease weeks ago. They were black stiletto Mary Jane heels with a 5 inch silver heel. I had to try those on I decided.
I grabbed them and placed them on the floor. I began to take off my skateboard shoes and was about to put them on when the thought occurred to me….With your jeans you idiot?!
I stopped and walked over to the section where the panties were. I noticed some slightly larger ones labeled ‘boy shorts’. Perfect I thought I am a boy. I grabbed them and placed them on a padded bench in the center of the room next to the Mary Jane heels.
I noticed that my hands once again were shaking as I placed them down.
A growingly smaller part of me was fighting it now. I really felt I shouldn’t be doing this, but my curiosity was taking over. And besides, I wasn’t going to let Ell look hotter than me right now……Did I just think that?
Besides, I have never worn a skirt, and that looks like fun! I justified to myself….even though it made no sense at all.
I walked over to the section where the skirts were hanging. There were so many different types and they all looked sexy in their own way. As I looked at various skirts, finally I decided on a mini skirt. It was pleated, but had a wide top with 4 buttons. It was also plaid in black, grey and white.
I always had had a fetish for the school girl look, and thought it would be fun to try the plaid mini with Mary Jane heels.
I walked over and placed the skirt next to the heels and panties on the bench, and thought for a moment. Hmmm a top…
Just then Ell came walking back into the room.
She saw me still dressed in the boy clothes and the small choices lying on the bench.
“Not ready yet!?......You are a GIRL!” She teased overstressing the world “girl”.
When Ell saw the 5 inch Mary Jane Heels and the plaid mini, she laughed and said “Ha! Never mind you are still a boy!”
She was smiling ear to ear as she said, “Ali- let me help you finish this outfit!”
She walked over to the tops and found a long sleeve lacy white dress shirt. She grabbed it and laid it down next to the rest of the clothing. Next she grabbed a white cami, and a bra that looked very padded. She looked into the hosiery section, smiled mischievously and grabbed out a pair of opaque knee high stockings.
“That should do it” She said as she laid the rest of the items on the bench. “Now Alan, I am going to show you how to put on a bra.”
I stood there stunned as she stripped off her tank top, and was wearing nothing but a push up bra.
She gracefully unhooked the back of her bra, and before I knew it I was staring at her naked breasts…. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked, and also that she seemed so comfortable stripping down in front of me….. Once again I felt attraction mingled with jealousy as I stared at her perfect breasts……. To be continued