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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
Call Me
Oakland, Ca.
A well dressed young man walks up to the desk and checks in.
he feels secure in a luxury hotel like this one, a staff
that protects it's guests , very private,
Once in the suite he relaxes with a drink and contemplates
the night ahead.He draws a bath and adds a perfumed oil and
as the room steams his clothes slip off. Enveloped by the
water and the sleek sheen on the oil his thoughts shed the
concerns of every day life. The razor skimmed his flesh
leaving a smooth supple curve in it's wake. It was done, I
rose from the pool and padded off the water. Stepping into
the dressing room away from the steam a chill rose up the
body a subtle reminder that a very fundamental change had
already occurred. Using a bath powder to soothe the skin I
applied the first layer that would shield me from eyes that
soon would gaze upon the image I could project. I had
started to transform myself into all the woman that I'd
longed for,I let myself become the object of my own desire.I
made up without seeing all that was created with the powders
and pencils I used. The hair came last, unruly and tossed it
came under her control and framed my face in a way that drew
your eyes to mine. I smiled and passed her lips with gloss,
Lynda walked up behind her and quietly looked at the person
that the he or she in the mirror now had become. I'd lived
with her for many years as a child. And often opened her
drawers and carefully dressed myself in her clothes. But now
she saw me as I'd spent years practicing to look. She smiled
and walked up and stood in the mirror next to me. She took
the packages on the bed and opened them. As she examining
each piece of lingerie running the silky feel of them thru
her fingers I could tell that she wanted me to dress up to
writhe in exctasy like I'd dreamed of as a young boy.
Her hands were on my shoulders and she bayed me ship the
pearl gray colored panties over my ass. Her hand stopped me
as they reached my thighs. Between my legs she tenderly
tucked my throbbing sex. I laid back on the bed as she
rolled the sheer stockings up in her hand. The nylons slid
over my feet and she guided my new black satin pumps on. I
was lead over to chair in from of the mirror and made to
sit. Lynda stood behind me stroked my nipples then took a
lovely lace bra and slipped it around me. It hooked in the
front but before she fastened it shed turned me and leaning
down ran her warm moist tongue over my firm nipple. I moaned
with pleasure as she sucked it harder and harder. Looking up
at me she smiled in a way that let me know the pleasure she
felt helping me fulfill the most secret desire of my youth.
When the bra was clasped, I looked up my breasts were so
full an firm they filled my lacy bra. She kneeled in front
of me and slowly pulled up the sheer silk hose I'd
purchased. As she slid them over my calf I experienced a
feeling of transition as the texture of my leg changed from
muscles covered with corse hair to soft curves like those of
the woman that I'd allays let my gaze linger on. Tightly
they caressed my thighs as she hooked the garter straps from
the cincher molding my waist. I crossed my legs and the ease
which they slipped against each other suprised me. So sheer
and so smooth against my skin,a second skin that shimmered
slightly, yet shook me with its sexuality. Finally I stepped
into a silky camisole and drew the straps over my
shoulders.I slinked into the tap pant that would hid the
huge bulge between my now seductive legs. I felt a shiver as
they slipped over the hose. I was so overcome with new
sensations I wasn't prepared when I looked up into my
reflection. Standing before the full length mirror I stared
with the eyes of a man confronted with a vision that I'd
allays fantasized about finding. I turned slowly and leaned
on the back of the vanities chair. There was such a duality
in what I saw and what I felt. The space at the top of the
thigh where it changed from nylon to flesh was the clue that
qold me if a girl enjoyed lingerie too, if I'd caught
glimpse as she'd cross her legs. The mirror showed me that
girl there to reach out and touch with all the nuance that I
had ever imagined. I felt the thrill that comes with that
ability to tease as well. I'd found gloves made of shiny
satin that absorbed the light yet shimmered in the soft dark
grey glow around me. They came up to smooth over my biceps.
I ran my hand over the curve of my hips and found that with
these on I was able to spilt sensation and reflection. A
women clothes are subtle restrains like a velvet fist, from
the high heels that restrict where you walk and a tight
skirt that keeps you from a determined stride. Even a wispy
lace corset can pressure your body into curving hips and
inviting cleavage.I understood that as she stood parting my
legs with hers. Our thighs touched and she slowly rocked
back and forth. It made a sound that was barely audible, I'd
heard it before. When a girl moves to seduce her thighs
cross and make that sound. The sensation that we felt as she
rubbed against me is almost beyond words. Her panties were
wet and my sex engorged as they slipped with only the
silkiness to stop the friction and separate me from orifice
that would gratify me thirst. She pulled away and posed in
the mirror, she was teasing me. I tried to ignore her and
leaned in to coat my lips with fresh lipstick. But I
couldn't take my eyes away. She unbuttoned her blouse to
reveal cleavage like that of a younger women. She bent and
ran her fingers up her legs slowly razing her skirt above
her thighs she wore suntanned silk stockings that
complimented her creamy skin. They were hooked to a royal
blue garter that matched high cut panties trimmed in lace. I
rose and passed around her and ran my hands up from behind
along her sides. She straighten and wrapped my arms around
her.pressing against me she stoked my ass as we swayed
together. She took me to the bed laid me back spreading my
legs with hers. She held my wrists down till I was still
then ran her fingers over me to enhance the silk she'd
dressed me in. I was finally caught dressing up as I'd hoped
I would be when I was in sixth grade. She teased me with
that by exciting those secret desires. I would have done
anything she demanded at the time to keep it a secret from
my father. I wanted to be a closer part of my family as she
and my sisters had become while I was away at boarding
school.
Without realizing what I had discovered I played to my
audience.My seduction wasn't the goal Lynda had in mind for
me. Manipulation was my key. Instinctively I played to her
sense of control. The more I enjoyed this forbidden pleasure
that she provided as an audience the more she thought I was
in her power. But she could be denied as well, I became coy
and reticent. She shamed and coerced me into changes I
hadn't considered. Using potions that removed my inhibitions
she could violated me and hold me back till I begged her for
more. She enjoyed the role change but she was tender as an
aggressor. Always me cock was sheathed with condoms she
extended them around my balls, that kept me hard and
available to her at her discretion. Her school taught their
lessons in depth. And I was so eager to learn.
We played our secret game some months as she provided for
my wardrobe. As I found different looks to present and she
became confused between the adolescent boy she raised and
the stylisk chameleon appearing before her. The corsets she
dressed me in curved me into a slut. But the silk dresses I
wore had the finest cut, although they allays made me as
suggestive as they felt on my body. She urged me to expand
the borders that I set with the room. She took me for rides
in limousines and sometimes shed make me tease couples in
cars next to us. What she needed was a person to confirm in
her mind what her eyes could no longer clearly define. Her
lover was my fulcrum, I would meet him with all the outward
shyness of an insecure young sacrifice. Then subtly drive
him to distraction with the same aloof sexuality that I'd
experience from girls during all my own hunts. I arrived at
her home at dusk a day early from the invitation she sent.
As my cab pulled up her car pulled in the driveway , she
wasn't suprised but it did throw her off balence for a
moment. She opened the door turned and pulled me into her
arms. I love her purfume. We had a drink and teased a bit
before she lead me upstairs to my room. I opened my bag to
unpack but she slid across bed and stoped me, I stood in
front of her and let her pull me to her . she nuzzeled my
chest and ran her hands up the back of my legs. I wanted to
be her toy but I had other plans. Her boyfriend was asleep
in the room across the hall and I quess we woke him up. I
had gone to the closet to hang some thing and found he could
see me in a mirror. Lynda couldn't tell from where she sat
so I started to slowly undress and taunt him. Off came my
jacket then I leaned back against the door and slowly undid
my blose. He could see the teddy I wore and the cupless bra
underneath, my nipples were so firm and erect from rubbing
the lace on the teddy that he had to know I was playing to
him. I slipped down my skirt and bent to pull my stockings
tight. I walked to the bed and sat next to her rubbing her
neck and kissing her shoulder. We curled up to each other
and she told me how pretty I had become. She was starteled
when she realised he was standing in the door watching us.
He had no idea I was her stepson but the buldge in his
shorts seemed friendly. He walked over to the bed and slaped
Lynda he wanted her to share. Before she could say a word I
leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth. She
was shocked at how hungry I was for it. She pulled me away
and over her lap slaping my ass hard. Pulling my panties
down she exposed my stiff prick tucked between my legs. That
stopped him in his tracks she explained everything and after
a long pause he lifted me to him and sucked my nipples thru
the lace. He told her that he would seduce me as a women and
she was to take me as a man. He turned me around, my back to
him. As Lynda obediantly knelt in front of me she kissed
inside my thighs. I spred my stance allowing her to run her
tongue over my swollen dick, she never went down on me
before. I was estatic as I leaned over her. I gasped as his
ridge cock opened me from behind. Finally I felt desired by
the couple that slept in my parents room.