My new friend
Tony made contact quite soon after I joined the new website. He said how much he liked what I’d written in my profile and that I was just what he’d been looking for. I checked him out. Divorced, retired early, no close family, lives quietly with his dog in his own detached home only a few miles away. He wasn’t interested in hook ups in hotels but wanted someone to become a proper regular girlfriend to spend time at his home. He’d had a long monogamous marriage followed by a few years of celibacy. He wasn’t willing to meet anyone who didn’t practice safe sex as he valued his health above everything else. All these points ticked most of the boxes for me. I responded to his message. We chatted online a few times and I sent him a face picture and gave him my ‘phone number. After several calls (he liked my voice) we arranged to meet. He would pick me up the next Saturday.
Waiting for him to arrive I felt a mixture of emotions. Excitement and some nervousness of course, but as I stood at the side of the road watching the cars pass, I felt an undercurrent of femininity stir inside me. I wasn’t ‘dressed’ but it was as if those passing by and looking at me huddled against the wall under my umbrella knew I was a ‘girl’ waiting for a man. I think I actually blushed a few times when making eye contact with a driver. Tony had described which car to look out for, and I’d told him what I would be wearing. I waved and smiled when I recognised him as he passed on the other side of the road heading for the roundabout. When he pulled up, I popped my bag on the back seat and got in beside him.
“Hello Tony”, “Hello Kate” we smiled at each other.
[Mental note: - I may change my name, guys nearly always settle on Kate rather than Bryoni and Bryoni is misspelled anyway (but the explanation for that is another story)].
It didn’t take long to make the five mile trip. I kept my talking to a minimum so as to limit his impression of me in male mode and as soon as we arrived (and after saying hello to the dog) I excused myself and went up to the bedroom Tony had indicted. In my bag I’d brought: - a pretty pastel floral short dress, white silk and lace lingerie (slip, padded bra with inserts, panties, suspender belt) sheer nude stockings, patent black 3” heeled courts, wig, makeup (and remover), perfume, jewelry and a little clutch bag. I did my makeup (excluding nails – you know how long they take) and got dressed. Satisfied with the result I picked up my clutch and made my way down the stairs which led to a large open hallway / living area. No sign of Tony. As sweetly as possible I called his name and moved towards the back of the house. I found another living room closer to the kitchen.
“I’m just making coffee” he called, “Do you take sugar?”
“No thank you.”
He appeared carrying two cups. On seeing me he stopped and gave me a quick appraisal. I walked about and gave a twirl for him to get a good look.
“Oh lovely,” he said, “You look fantastic.”
I smiled and said thank you. It was such a boost for my ego. It felt so good being dressed in front of someone again. The dog followed him from the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks and barked at me. I think I freaked him out a bit with how I had changed.
“Silly boy,” I said, “it’s still me, we met earlier.”
I offered my hand which he sniffed. Then unexpectedly he put his muzzle under my dress. I gave a little shriek and jumped back. Tony scolded the dog but his voice wasn’t genuinely serious. I giggled too. I guess it was an ice breaking moment. We sat on the sofa drinking our coffee and chatted. I was more talkative now, using my feminine voice. I sipped my drink, smiled, played with my hair, jewelry and the hem of my dress, crossed and uncrossed my legs, dangled my shoes. In short behaved very girly. It was a low sofa and with my heels my knees were quite a bit higher than my hips; I had to take care how I sat and how I stood up. We went for a look around the house and garden. This gave me the opportunity to walk about in my heels, wiggling my bottom, stretching up to show more of my thighs and of course walk ahead of him going upstairs so as to be up-skirted. Naughty me. Back on the sofa, I made sure that I sat really close and in a lower position so that I had to look up to him. After some moments I took his hand and caressed it.
“It feels so nice to touch another person after such a long time, doesn’t it?” I said. “Yes, especially someone with soft, feminine skin such as yours.”
“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked.
He put a hand on my shoulder and turned me towards him. I tilted my face up to his and he leaned forward and kissed me. I placed my free hand on his chest. We sat and kissed for a while as I made little soft girly sounds. I sensed that he was a bit tentative so I murmured
“I need you to take the lead with me Tony. You must touch me wherever and however you wish.”
His hand moved to my chest and played with a boob before he dropped it down to my thigh and began to gently stroke up and down. I parted my legs and his hand gradually crept up higher then slipped under my dress. He played with the tops of my stockings and my suspenders and caressed me through my panties. The ones I’d chosen to wear had a see through panel in the front just over my ‘mound’; they felt and looked so sexy but the lacy front was a bit scratchy on the tip of a hard ‘clitty’. I had the answer.
“Would you like me to take my knickers off?”
“Yes.”
I raised my hips for him to slide my panties down. He lifted the front of my dress and began to wank me. I made little noises of pleasure. I dropped my hand to his lap and felt his cock.
“I want to touch you too” I whispered.
He undid his trousers and took them and his boxers down. I closed my hand around his cock and started to stroke as we kissed. After a few minutes I asked if he’d like me to suck. He did. I bent forward. He smelled clean and fresh and his cock had a nicely shaped head. I licked all around the tip, all along the shaft and all over his balls. I took him in my mouth and began to suck. He sighed and lay back with his eyes closed. I got on my knees between his legs, my panties stretched between my legs, and licked, sucked and wanked his cock and balls. It only took a few moments. There was no great show of any kind but suddenly I could taste semen. Tony groaned and seemed to sag down into the sofa. I swallowed the spunk in my mouth and continued to suck, licking all over the head and putting my tongue in his little slit to make sure I had it all. After a minute or two I felt a hand on my head. Looking up I saw Tony smiling down at me.
“You’re a good girl. I’m sorry it was over so quickly. It’s been a long time.”
I smiled back. Tony helped me up. I pulled my panties back into position, picked up my clutch and scampered to the loo to freshen up my makeup and adjust my clothing. I was glad that I’d chosen to wear knickers rather than a thong as the latter would have been insufficient to have keep my hard swollen ‘clitty’ in place. I was so horny. The tip was wet and sticky. Briefly I considered bringing myself off (it wouldn’t have taken very much at that moment) but I was enjoying the heightened sexual tension the ‘edged’ feeling was giving me. I thought about what had just happened. Such a long time since I’d been dressed and treated as a girl for real and allowed to enjoy the pleasures of being a girl. The fact of Tony cumming so soon I found more reassuring than anything else. For me it confirmed the story of his sexual history and that I could be confident about any health issues.
When I returned I found Tony in the kitchen making food. I washed my hands and gave him a hand. We had afternoon tea. Honestly, tea, sandwiches, cake. I sat demurely in my pretty dress sipping tea, nibbling food and chatting while underneath I was simmering. The feeling was exquisite. Tea things cleared away and washed, it was time for another quick freshen up before we found ourselves back on the sofa. Again I was careful to position myself lower and we sat chatting for a while. I leaned in toward him with my head resting on his shoulder my hand on his opposite chest inside his open shirt fingers playing with his little chest hairs. I closed my eyes and turned my face to his, wanting his kisses. His one hand cupped my chin while the other explored the contours of my body.
“One moment,” I whispered. I stood and turned my back “My zip, please.”
He reached up and undid my dress. Releasing the arms and shoulders I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I felt Tony’s hands on my hips.
“Leave the slip. It feels so silky and looks so feminine,” he said. He fondled my bottom for a moment.
“Lean forward and put your hands on your knees.” I did so.
He d****d the back of my slip over my hips, hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down to my ankles. Before I could move, his hands gripped my legs and caressed their full length.
“Oh that looks so nice, shapely, smooth, nylon-clad legs rising up from a little pool of silken panty, topped with a gorgeous round bum framed by folds of silky slip.”
I gave a little wiggle of my bottom and received an extended squeeze and several slaps in return. My cheeks quivered and I could tell from the tingle that they must be pink and rosy.
“Oh how I love stockings, and they look so good on you.”
He stroked my legs a little more.
“Come back to me,” he said.
I stepped out of my panties and returned to my place in Tony’s embrace. I snuggled into his arms and his kisses. My unrestrained ‘clitty’ now tented my slip. The feeling as Tony rubbed it across the tip was lovey. I undid the rest of his shirt buttons and gently teased his nipples. My hand traced its way down to his groin. I fumbled with his belt and zip. I got off the sofa and knelt in front of him. I undid him easily now and he raised himself up for me to tug everything down. There was his lovely cock. Putting my hands on his thighs to steady myself, I kissed the tip. There was still the smell and taste of semen. I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. I then kissed upwards across his stomach and chest stopping to give special attention to his belly button and to each nipple in turn. When our faces were level he took mine in both his hands and kissed me hard. “Make love to me Tony,” I murmured breathily.
We both stood and while he shrugged off his clothes and shoes I lay back full length on the cushions. I pulled up and spread my legs as Tony clambered back on the sofa. I reached up with open arms,
“Make love to me,” I repeated.
He pulled my slip to the top of my tummy then lay on top of me making sure his cock and my ‘clitty’ were pressed together, held there by his weight. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He clasped my face and we kissed passionately. My arms went around his shoulders hugging him to me. He started to grind our bodies together. How wonderful it felt to be on my back with legs wide open, a man between them (almost) fucking me like a girl. When not kissing, I gasped, I whimpered, I squealed, I mewled; I wriggled, I tossed my head, I moved my hips in rhythm with Tony’s thrusts. I could feel myself getting close.
“I’m going to cum,” I sobbed.
My orgasm overwhelmed me. Digging my fingers into Tony’s back, I let out a cry and my body gave a few big and several little shudders as my pent up emotion was at last released. My arms and legs felt lifeless but I still clung to Tony who was also on the edge. He raised himself clear of me and with a grunt of pleasure he spurted his load of spunk over my tummy. He leaned down and kissed me.
“Oh God, my wonderful girl,” he said.
I allowed my shaky arms to slip from his shoulders and my wobbly legs from around his hips. He stood and came to stand by me. Propping myself up I was able to reach up and lick the last few drops of cum off his cock. Then I lay back feeling drained and happy .
Waiting for him to arrive I felt a mixture of emotions. Excitement and some nervousness of course, but as I stood at the side of the road watching the cars pass, I felt an undercurrent of femininity stir inside me. I wasn’t ‘dressed’ but it was as if those passing by and looking at me huddled against the wall under my umbrella knew I was a ‘girl’ waiting for a man. I think I actually blushed a few times when making eye contact with a driver. Tony had described which car to look out for, and I’d told him what I would be wearing. I waved and smiled when I recognised him as he passed on the other side of the road heading for the roundabout. When he pulled up, I popped my bag on the back seat and got in beside him.
“Hello Tony”, “Hello Kate” we smiled at each other.
[Mental note: - I may change my name, guys nearly always settle on Kate rather than Bryoni and Bryoni is misspelled anyway (but the explanation for that is another story)].
It didn’t take long to make the five mile trip. I kept my talking to a minimum so as to limit his impression of me in male mode and as soon as we arrived (and after saying hello to the dog) I excused myself and went up to the bedroom Tony had indicted. In my bag I’d brought: - a pretty pastel floral short dress, white silk and lace lingerie (slip, padded bra with inserts, panties, suspender belt) sheer nude stockings, patent black 3” heeled courts, wig, makeup (and remover), perfume, jewelry and a little clutch bag. I did my makeup (excluding nails – you know how long they take) and got dressed. Satisfied with the result I picked up my clutch and made my way down the stairs which led to a large open hallway / living area. No sign of Tony. As sweetly as possible I called his name and moved towards the back of the house. I found another living room closer to the kitchen.
“I’m just making coffee” he called, “Do you take sugar?”
“No thank you.”
He appeared carrying two cups. On seeing me he stopped and gave me a quick appraisal. I walked about and gave a twirl for him to get a good look.
“Oh lovely,” he said, “You look fantastic.”
I smiled and said thank you. It was such a boost for my ego. It felt so good being dressed in front of someone again. The dog followed him from the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks and barked at me. I think I freaked him out a bit with how I had changed.
“Silly boy,” I said, “it’s still me, we met earlier.”
I offered my hand which he sniffed. Then unexpectedly he put his muzzle under my dress. I gave a little shriek and jumped back. Tony scolded the dog but his voice wasn’t genuinely serious. I giggled too. I guess it was an ice breaking moment. We sat on the sofa drinking our coffee and chatted. I was more talkative now, using my feminine voice. I sipped my drink, smiled, played with my hair, jewelry and the hem of my dress, crossed and uncrossed my legs, dangled my shoes. In short behaved very girly. It was a low sofa and with my heels my knees were quite a bit higher than my hips; I had to take care how I sat and how I stood up. We went for a look around the house and garden. This gave me the opportunity to walk about in my heels, wiggling my bottom, stretching up to show more of my thighs and of course walk ahead of him going upstairs so as to be up-skirted. Naughty me. Back on the sofa, I made sure that I sat really close and in a lower position so that I had to look up to him. After some moments I took his hand and caressed it.
“It feels so nice to touch another person after such a long time, doesn’t it?” I said. “Yes, especially someone with soft, feminine skin such as yours.”
“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked.
He put a hand on my shoulder and turned me towards him. I tilted my face up to his and he leaned forward and kissed me. I placed my free hand on his chest. We sat and kissed for a while as I made little soft girly sounds. I sensed that he was a bit tentative so I murmured
“I need you to take the lead with me Tony. You must touch me wherever and however you wish.”
His hand moved to my chest and played with a boob before he dropped it down to my thigh and began to gently stroke up and down. I parted my legs and his hand gradually crept up higher then slipped under my dress. He played with the tops of my stockings and my suspenders and caressed me through my panties. The ones I’d chosen to wear had a see through panel in the front just over my ‘mound’; they felt and looked so sexy but the lacy front was a bit scratchy on the tip of a hard ‘clitty’. I had the answer.
“Would you like me to take my knickers off?”
“Yes.”
I raised my hips for him to slide my panties down. He lifted the front of my dress and began to wank me. I made little noises of pleasure. I dropped my hand to his lap and felt his cock.
“I want to touch you too” I whispered.
He undid his trousers and took them and his boxers down. I closed my hand around his cock and started to stroke as we kissed. After a few minutes I asked if he’d like me to suck. He did. I bent forward. He smelled clean and fresh and his cock had a nicely shaped head. I licked all around the tip, all along the shaft and all over his balls. I took him in my mouth and began to suck. He sighed and lay back with his eyes closed. I got on my knees between his legs, my panties stretched between my legs, and licked, sucked and wanked his cock and balls. It only took a few moments. There was no great show of any kind but suddenly I could taste semen. Tony groaned and seemed to sag down into the sofa. I swallowed the spunk in my mouth and continued to suck, licking all over the head and putting my tongue in his little slit to make sure I had it all. After a minute or two I felt a hand on my head. Looking up I saw Tony smiling down at me.
“You’re a good girl. I’m sorry it was over so quickly. It’s been a long time.”
I smiled back. Tony helped me up. I pulled my panties back into position, picked up my clutch and scampered to the loo to freshen up my makeup and adjust my clothing. I was glad that I’d chosen to wear knickers rather than a thong as the latter would have been insufficient to have keep my hard swollen ‘clitty’ in place. I was so horny. The tip was wet and sticky. Briefly I considered bringing myself off (it wouldn’t have taken very much at that moment) but I was enjoying the heightened sexual tension the ‘edged’ feeling was giving me. I thought about what had just happened. Such a long time since I’d been dressed and treated as a girl for real and allowed to enjoy the pleasures of being a girl. The fact of Tony cumming so soon I found more reassuring than anything else. For me it confirmed the story of his sexual history and that I could be confident about any health issues.
When I returned I found Tony in the kitchen making food. I washed my hands and gave him a hand. We had afternoon tea. Honestly, tea, sandwiches, cake. I sat demurely in my pretty dress sipping tea, nibbling food and chatting while underneath I was simmering. The feeling was exquisite. Tea things cleared away and washed, it was time for another quick freshen up before we found ourselves back on the sofa. Again I was careful to position myself lower and we sat chatting for a while. I leaned in toward him with my head resting on his shoulder my hand on his opposite chest inside his open shirt fingers playing with his little chest hairs. I closed my eyes and turned my face to his, wanting his kisses. His one hand cupped my chin while the other explored the contours of my body.
“One moment,” I whispered. I stood and turned my back “My zip, please.”
He reached up and undid my dress. Releasing the arms and shoulders I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I felt Tony’s hands on my hips.
“Leave the slip. It feels so silky and looks so feminine,” he said. He fondled my bottom for a moment.
“Lean forward and put your hands on your knees.” I did so.
He d****d the back of my slip over my hips, hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down to my ankles. Before I could move, his hands gripped my legs and caressed their full length.
“Oh that looks so nice, shapely, smooth, nylon-clad legs rising up from a little pool of silken panty, topped with a gorgeous round bum framed by folds of silky slip.”
I gave a little wiggle of my bottom and received an extended squeeze and several slaps in return. My cheeks quivered and I could tell from the tingle that they must be pink and rosy.
“Oh how I love stockings, and they look so good on you.”
He stroked my legs a little more.
“Come back to me,” he said.
I stepped out of my panties and returned to my place in Tony’s embrace. I snuggled into his arms and his kisses. My unrestrained ‘clitty’ now tented my slip. The feeling as Tony rubbed it across the tip was lovey. I undid the rest of his shirt buttons and gently teased his nipples. My hand traced its way down to his groin. I fumbled with his belt and zip. I got off the sofa and knelt in front of him. I undid him easily now and he raised himself up for me to tug everything down. There was his lovely cock. Putting my hands on his thighs to steady myself, I kissed the tip. There was still the smell and taste of semen. I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. I then kissed upwards across his stomach and chest stopping to give special attention to his belly button and to each nipple in turn. When our faces were level he took mine in both his hands and kissed me hard. “Make love to me Tony,” I murmured breathily.
We both stood and while he shrugged off his clothes and shoes I lay back full length on the cushions. I pulled up and spread my legs as Tony clambered back on the sofa. I reached up with open arms,
“Make love to me,” I repeated.
He pulled my slip to the top of my tummy then lay on top of me making sure his cock and my ‘clitty’ were pressed together, held there by his weight. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He clasped my face and we kissed passionately. My arms went around his shoulders hugging him to me. He started to grind our bodies together. How wonderful it felt to be on my back with legs wide open, a man between them (almost) fucking me like a girl. When not kissing, I gasped, I whimpered, I squealed, I mewled; I wriggled, I tossed my head, I moved my hips in rhythm with Tony’s thrusts. I could feel myself getting close.
“I’m going to cum,” I sobbed.
My orgasm overwhelmed me. Digging my fingers into Tony’s back, I let out a cry and my body gave a few big and several little shudders as my pent up emotion was at last released. My arms and legs felt lifeless but I still clung to Tony who was also on the edge. He raised himself clear of me and with a grunt of pleasure he spurted his load of spunk over my tummy. He leaned down and kissed me.
“Oh God, my wonderful girl,” he said.
I allowed my shaky arms to slip from his shoulders and my wobbly legs from around his hips. He stood and came to stand by me. Propping myself up I was able to reach up and lick the last few drops of cum off his cock. Then I lay back feeling drained and happy .
3 years ago
