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From: Lacy Lee <Lacy55431@aol.com>
Subject: Moonlight and Lace
Date: Thu, 30 May 1996 14:40:01 -0500
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!
MOONLIGHT AND LACE
By Lacy Lee
November, 1993
The January night was crystal clear, and the full moon's light
glistened off the ice and through the picture window of Larry and
Roberta's get-away home overlooking Lake Superior's north shore.
There were no curtains on the window. There was no need for any. The
only view into the house through the window would be from a ship or
boat on the lake. That wasn't going to happen in January.
None of the house's lights were on anyway. The moonlight sufficed.
Both Larry and Roberta found it more romantic that way.
A rumbling sound from the fireplace broke the silence, and Larry
turned to see the sparks from the collapsing log dance upward and out
of sight into the flue. He turned back to the stark winter scene
outside and thought, no...no chance of anyone watching through this
window. Too bad, he mused, and a mischievous smile spread across his
face as he thought of all those times he had stood in front of a hotel
window making sure that people COULD see in.
There were so many times over the years on business trips that found
him in one or another distant city. So many opportunities--his face
expertly made up and his wig done to perfection--to prance about his
room in his fancy panties and bra, oblivious--they thought--to the
voyeuristic gazes from the hotel, office building or apartment complex
across the street or the hotel parking lot outside. Only after
several minutes of being sure that he had been seen would he go to the
window, make eye contact with the peepers, then indignantly draw the
curtains.
Larry could never understand why he did that. Then there were a lot
of things about himself that he didn't understand but had come to
accept.
No, there was no one out there on Superior's frozen waters tonight.
No voyeur to preen for. A real shame, he thought.
"A penny for your thoughts." Larry turned away from the window at the
sound of his wife's voice and looked into the darkened kitchen, from
where she was returning after refilling their wine glasses.
The silver moonlight illuminated her white satin panties, bra and
high-heel pumps as she entered the living room and made her way to
join Larry at the window. "Never mind," she said smiling. "I'm
probably better off not knowing. By the way, Lacy, dear, you are
stunningly beautiful tonight."
Larry felt himself blush, and he returned the compliment. "So are
you," he replied, his breath shortened by the wave of femininity his
wife's compliment had sent through his body.
Roberta handed Larry his wine glass, looked deeply into his eyes, and
leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek. She didn't want to
mar the glossy dark red lipstick that lusciously accented his feminine
appearance. Holding his empty hand, she stepped back from him and
took in the sight of his whole being.
Larry again felt himself blush as his wife's eyes moved from his eyes
to his chest, where his Amoena breast forms formed two full and
luscious mounds inside the silky cups of his Vanity Fair bra. Roberta
gave his hand a jerk and his breasts swung to and froe inside his baby
blue silk gown. "Bobbi!" he scolded. She just giggled, then looked
deeply into his eyes again for what seemed like several minutes.
"Come sit with me, nearer the fire, Lacy," she finally whispered, "and
describe for me what you're wearing under that beautiful gown." She
knew how much he loved to talk, in great detail, about the things he
wore...how it helped him validate the woman that dwelled within him.
"And after you describe it for me my dear girl, you will have to shed
that gorgeous gown and model your dainty things for me. Besides, if
I'm going to sit here in MY 'unmentionables' you shall have to do the
same."
Larry smiled at her use of the term "unmentionables." That had been
something of an inside joke with them since the night years ago when
he had told her about Lacy and, under her questioning, had shyly
referred to his hidden stash of lingerie and his "unmentionables."
They hadn't stayed "unmentionable" after that night.
They sat down on the rug next to the fireplace. Larry felt a bit
sheepish about ignoring the fact that his wife might develop a chill,
dressed as she was, standing by the window. But he loved the effect
of the moonlight.
Now, the glow of the fire gave a reddish orange cast to her shinny
white panties and bra and a warm brown tone to her bare skin. The
effect was no less stunning than that the moonlight had provided.
They each took a sip of wine from their glasses and sat silently for a
moment. "Well...come on...tell me," she finally said, a coy grin
spreading across her face.
Larry felt his pulse quicken slightly as he though about the silky
feminine finery that graced his body beneath his gown. "Well, my
panties...are smooth...shiny...pink satin." He paused for a moment
and took a deep breath to regain control of his breathing, which
suddenly was becoming quicker and much deeper.
Roberta gazed intently into his eyes, and whispered, "go on Lacy, tell
me everything about your panties!"
Larry's attempt to bring his breathing under control collapsed under
her gaze and his own heightened sense of the glorious pink dainty
panties encasing his body. "Oh, God, Bobbi..." he choked.
"Tell me what they look like," she firmly commanded. She squeezed his
hand tighter to communicate her support.
"They are so pretty," he gasped. "They have a band of white satin
lace trim at the waste band. And there is a little white satin bow
attached with a tiny white pearl in the front, just below the lace
band. And there are ruffled pleats in the back...frilly ruffled
pleats all over the bottom. And there's more lace...frothy delicate
lace at the leg bands." Roberta could feel Larry's hand trembling in
hers.
"Oh, Lacy, my sweet darling. You are so much a woman to truly
appreciate these wonderful things. What else are you wearing,"
Roberta prodded.
"A Vanity Fair bra!" Larry panted. "It matches my panties. Oh
Bobbi, Bobbi! It is so pretty! The lace at the top of the cups is
just like the lace around the waistband of my panties. And the little
matching bow is attached just below the V where the cups come
together."
"And I'm wearing a garter belt that also matches my panties and bra.
And its holding up a pair of white silk stockings trimmed with french
lace."
Roberta leaned forward and blew a warm, steamy breath into Larry's
ear. She followed it by sticking her rolled tongue into his ear
canal. Larry's head arched back involuntarily. The long hair of his
brunette wig fell back behind his shoulders. The warm glow of the
fire reflected off one of his dangling silver earring, the steel cold
moonlight off the other.
"And the garter belt," Roberta gently whispered. "Does it have lace
and bows too?"
"Yes! There's lace around the top and a little bow just beneath it.
Just like the panties. But there's more! There more little
bows...tiny delicate bows...on each of the garters, just above the
snaps."
"Stand up," Roberta commanded, and Larry rose to his feet, his legs
feeling wobbly from the ecstasy that was sweeping his body. He rocked
back and forth for a minute oh his 3-inch satin pumps and thought for
a second he might collapse, but Roberta steadied him.
"I want to see you in these lovely things, Lacy," Roberta whispered in
his ear. She stepped behind him and unhooked his gown. Slowly she
lowered the zipper. Midway down, the shiny pink band of his bra
peeked out between the parting baby blue satin. And as the zipper
reached its stopping place just below the gown's billowing waistline,
Roberta got her first view of his silky pink panties' lacy white trim.
Roberta's hands went to the unzipped neckline of Larry's gown and she
slipped the puffy long sleeves off his shoulders. After a gentle tug
on the sleeves' embroidered lace cuffs, the silky blue garment began
to drift to the floor. Larry almost swooned at the whisper of satin
against satin as the gown swept over his panty-clad hips and his
stocking encased legs to form a circular mound around his
gown-matching satin pumps.
Roberta squeezed Larry's hand and helped him balance himself as he
stepped out of his gown. She gazed at his shimmering pink delicate
underthings. "Oh, Lacy, they are just as beautiful as you described
them! Come with me."
She led him from the living room toward the stairway to the
second-story bedroom. Their high heels clicked loudly as they stepped
from the carpet onto the marbled entryway. Larry trailed Roberta up
the stairway and he was overwhelmed by the femininity of her satin
encased buttocks swaying in front of him. Involuntarily, he mimicked
her motions.
Their bedroom also faced the lake and had its own ceiling to floor,
wall to wall picture window. It was equipped with drapes to shut out
the morning sun...if so desired. But tonight, like the living room
below, it was wide open.
Another exterior wall was paneled with mirrored tiles. Roberta led
Larry to this wall. She turned him so that he could see his feminized
self staring back at him.
"Wait here," she whispered, but she was not at all sure that Larry had
heard her. He gazed into the mirror, motionless...almost as in a
trance.
Roberta crossed the room to her dresser and opened the top drawer.
She withdrew a beautiful marble sculptured music box and turned the
key to confirm that it was fully wound. When she pushed the release
lever, the delicate tinkling melody of "Anniversary Waltz" gently
filled the room.
"Dance for me, Lacy. Dance for me in all your feminine finery and
beauty."
Larry pirouetted on his high heel and looked directly into her eyes.
His arms raised slowly away from his sides until they were horizontal.
His hands dangled limply as he stood frozen for a moment and then
began to dance, slowly, with the grace of a ballerina, about the room.
Roberta watched with awe his feminine movements. It was as if a woman
had suddenly inhabited his body. She had noticed this previously
whenever Larry had achieved the trance-like state he now was in.
Larry felt his own sense of delight as he occasionally would catch the
mirrored sight of his gracefully turning body, in delicate pink bra,
panties, garter belt, lacy white stockings and satin pumps.
Gradually the music box wound down. Larry's dancing slowed with it.
Finally they both stopped, and Larry gazed from across the room into
Roberta's eyes.
"Come here," she commanded and opened her arms. Larry obeyed. She
embraced him, turned him around and gently pushed him onto their bed.
Roberta rapidly plunged her tongue deeply into his mouth several times
as she lay down on top of him. Then she withdrew it. "Spread your
legs," she whispered breathlessly.
Another swoon raced through Larry's body as he performed this act of
feminine surrender and Roberta's lithe body settled between his nylon
clad limbs.
"I love you Bobbi," Larry gasped.
"I love you too, Lacy," she replied, gazing deeply into his eyes for a
moment. Then she resumed the passionate french kissing. Their bodies
writhed together. White silk panties whispered against pink satin
panites. Larry moaned in ecstacy.
EPILOGUE
Roberta had been silent for the first half hour after Larry had pulled
their car onto Highway 61 for the trip back to Minneapolis and their
primary home and their jobs. "What are you thinking about," he asked.
"How much I love you," she responded. Larry reached over and squeezed
her hand.
"Its hard to believe we're going to celebrate our 10th wedding
anniversary in just three months," he said. "Time has gone by so
fast."
"It does that when you're having fun," she giggled. Then, turning
serious, she said, "You know, Larry, we ought to do something special
for our 10th anniversary."
"Like what," he asked.
"Something romantic. I've been thinking that it would be nice to
renew our vows...in a ceremony just like our wedding," she replied.
"That sounds nice," he said unconvincingly.
Roberta leaned her head against his shoulder. "We could invite some
of our close friends," she commented, but he made no reply.
After a moment of silence she raised her head and whispered gently in
his ear. "This time though, YOU get to be the bride."
NOW she had his attention.
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