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Subject: Caught
From: MB <MB@who.net>
Date: Sun, 11 May 1997 09:05:12 -0700
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Subj: TV Caught 1 Conf: (97) Whips & Ch
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Although I have been cross dressing and passing in public for
some time, I recently had an adventure that took me far beyond what
I thought were my limits. Almost into an entirely new world. It
started as follows:
One nice sunny morning I was in the mood for dressing up and
going shopping. Periodically, I liked to treat myself to a few
days of cross-dressing and salon hopping and this, I felt was time.
I called Jackie at the salon to see if she could fit me in for
the "full treatment." I was in luck. She was slow this fine day
and could devote the entire morning to me. And I do mean devote
because I had a lot to be done. I took a shower, shaved my face as
close as possible and, after throwing on some sweats, grabbed my
already packed suitcase and headed out to Jackie's.
As I entered some of her employees smiled and waved at me.
Jackie greeted me warmly and ushered me into the waxing room. As
she put on some CD's I quickly stripped down to my bikini briefs
and lay down on the table. Jackie quickly and efficiently began to
wax my legs, bikini line and chest. She also took a few minutes to
wax my eyebrows and shape them. About 90 minutes later (seems like
forever as she rips my bodyhair out) she was done and after putting
on my sweats we sat at a nail booth and applied a nice set of fake
nails with a slighty trashy red polish. A quick pedicure and
polish of my toenails and we were done with that station.
Going back into the back room, Jackie helped me dress while my
nails dried. She opened my suitcase, got out all my unmentionables
and proceeded to get me ready for my day. First, a black corset to
help accentuate my waist. I think she secretly enjoyed tightening
it up. Then, after removing my male underwear she rolled a pair of
shear seamed stockings up my smooth tanned legs and attached them
to the garters on the corset. She pulled on a pair of lacy panties
that matched the corset and the inner layer was done.
As she stepped out to get an extra chair I layed out the make-
up from my bag. We sat facing each other and I tried to hold still
as Jackie applied foundation and powder and put blush on my cheeks.
This was simple stuff so far that I could have done myself, but
Jackie was very cute and much better at applying the rest of my
makeup than I would ever be. When it came to doing eyes, Jackie
was the best. With mascara, eyeliner, and eye-shadow she was an
artist. She could make my eyes so sultry that I could look at
myself in a mirror all day. Finally, lipliner and lipstick and we
were ready for the wig. Jackie pulled my wig on my head and
brushed it out so it was nice and full.
Now it was time to go. I had packed a nice light blue two
piece suit. The skirt was about 3" above the knee and the jacket
did a good job of slimming my shoulders. A nice pair of sandals
with 3" heels and I was ready to go. My sweats went into the
suitcase, which I would pick up later, and my wallet and keys went
into my purse and it was off to the cashier. As I paid (and left
a healthy tip for Jackie) the girls who worked there gave me lots
of sly looks and big smiles.
I walked out to my car, enjoying the way the breeze felt on my
legs below my skirt. I've always loved wearing skirts for that
reasan. You just don't get the same feeling with shorts as you do
in a skirt. Especially wearing stockings and not panty hose.
Anyway, I got in and drove to the local mall. I figured that since
it was a work day, most people I knew would be at work and I
wouldn't have to keep too close a look out for trouble. Boy, was
I wrong.
I went in and spent about an hour just wandering through the
mall, drifting in and out of stores window shopping. I went to my
favorite shoe store to look for some outrageous heels and found a
sexy pair of bright red stilettos with ankle straps that were to
die for. I paid for them and strolled down to the Victoria's
Secret, after all, one can never have too much lingerie. I found
some nice slips and chemises that I liked and paid for them. I'm
not sure about the girl at the shoe store, but this woman definetly
saw through me. She really looked hard at my makeup and my figure,
but in the end she smiled and told my to enjoy my purchases. I
smiled and walked out.
Having spent enough money for one day, I headed back to my car
to drop off my packages and maybe think about getting some lunch.
When I got to my car, I saw that the car behind mine was occupied,
but played it cool and continued to put the packages in the back
seat. I heard the other car's door open and the sound of heels on
the asphalt coming toward me. I put my seat back and was about to
get in the driver's seat when I looked up and into the eyes of a
good friend from my last job. Oh no, I'm busted.
I had always liked Isabelle when we worked together and if she
hadn't been married, I would probably have chased after her. She
was short with a nice, slightly plump figure and a very vivacious,
upbeat personality. She had the biggest smile on her face as she
approached.
"I knew that was your car," she said. "I was right behind you
when you pulled in, but stopped myself from honking when I saw it
was a woman driving. I figured I was just mistaken about the car.
Then I saw you in the mall, figured it had to be a guy in drag and
thought I would wait for you out here."
I just looked at her with my mouth open. I tried to stammer
a response, but nothing came out. Isabelle just giggled.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anybody. But you do have to tell
me all about this. I want to know everything about you dressing
up."
"Come on, let me buy you lunch" With that she pulled me over
to her car and we drove to a local fern bar for salad and a drink.
Isabelle must have asked a thousand questions. Everything from was
I gay (in fantasies only) to how long I had been dressing (since my
teens). Anyway, after lunch she asked me to come back to her place
as she wanted to see me dressed in my lingerie. There was no way
I could pass up an offer like that we picked up my car and went to
her house.
I knew that her husband normally worked till at least eight or
nine at night so I didn't give it another thought. Isabelle asked
me to take off my dress and show her my corset. I did and then put
on my new red stillettos and sauntered back and forth across the
living room floor as she watched. I was getting very horny by this
time. I've always been an exhibitionist and having her watch me
was making my cock start to stiffen. Something Isabelle noticed
right away.
"You know what you are missing? Jewelry. Every woman wears
jewelry when she is dolled up. Come on upstairs."
I followed her upstairs and sat down in front of her dressing
table. Isabelle headed into the closet and I heard lots of clothes
rustling for a few minutes and she reappeared in stockings,
garters, a push-up bra and panties and, of course, stillettos.
"I just thought it fair that you should get an eyeful also,"
she said with a twinkle in her eye. She certainly was an eyeful.
The tips of her nipples were peeking out over the edge of her bra
and it looked like her pussy was shaved under the panties. She sat
down beside me and tried different clip on earrings and necklaces
and bracelets and all sorts of things till she was satisfied. Then
she had me walk back and forth.
"A woman should make some noise as she struts". Just as she
said that, there was the noise of the front door opening.
"Isabelle, where are youuu?" came from downstairs.
"Oh shit," we said in unison. "Pete's home."
"The only time my husband comes home early is when he is
horny," Isabelle proclaimed, "which gives me an idea. Wait here."
Isabelle grabbed a small bag from under the bed and dashed out of
the bedroom. If you can call in dashing when she was in those
fuck-me pumps.
Great, I thought to myself. Now I'm trapped upstairs in
someone else's house, wearing nothing but a corset, stockings and
heels and wearing so much jewelry that I would set off a metal
detecter from ten feet.
After about ten agonizing minutes Isabelle appeared in the
doorway.
"Come with me. It's all set"
Before I could ask what was set, she turned and walked back
out. I locked my eyes on her delectable tush and followed.
As I slowly tiptoed down the stairs I saw her sitting on the
couch and her husband sitting naked in the chair opposite her.
Then I noticed that he was tied to the chair. With a leather
blindfold. And a walkman cranking tunes into his ears.
Isabelle waved me over and I sat next to her on the couch.
"We take turns tying each other up and teasing," she said.
"It didn't take much persuading to get him into this position."
Pete was squirming a little on the chair, wiggling his cock at
what he thought was just his wife.
"Thanks for thinking so quick, Isabelle. I'd have died if
Pete had caught me like this."
As I reached for my dress on the edge of the couch, Isabelle
grabbed my hand and stopped me.
"Not so quick. I think since I got you out of this jam, you
should indulge me in something."
I tried to fathom what she might want, but finally nodded my
head that I would do what she wanted. With that she stood up, took
my hand and pulled me to my feet. She pushed me forward a step,
stood behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. All of a
sudden I knew where she was going. I started to shake my head no
but she whispered in my ear:
"If you don't do this, I'll take his blindfold off before you
get out of the room!"
She pressed down on my shoulders until I sank to my knees.
She knelt beside me and started to fondle her husband's cock. She
held it out with her left hand and with her right pushed my head
down till his cock was brushing my ruby red lips.
"Suck it," she whispered. "You know you want to. He's safe.
We don't screw around. I want to see you sucking Pete's cock."
I parted my lips and his semi hard cock slid between them.
Isabelle use her hand on my neck to get the right rythm to do it
the way Pete liked. She was right. I did want to do it. His cock
felt wonderful between my lips. I loved the way it pressed against
the back of my throat. Soon I was passionately sucking his cock
deep into my throat. Isabelle kept the pressure on the back of my
neck till I thought I would choke. Then it happened. My throat
relaxed and his cock went all the way in. My lips were all the way
down on the base of his cock. I deep throated him a few more times
and then went back to bobbing up and down on the head. With a
shudder and a long groan he unloaded a long shot of cum into my
mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some dribbled down my chin.
When I was finished, I leaned back and let his cock pull out of my
mouth with a small pop. Isabelle leaned forward, scooped the cum
off my chin with her finger and smeared it on her own lips.
"I need that for cover."
As Pete slumped in his chair recovering, Isabelle quickly
grabbed my dress and helped me into it. I started to remove the
jewelry, but she said to keep it. I would need when we met for
lunch again later in the week.
Grabbing my purse, we went to the front door and Isabelle
quietly let me out.
"Don't forget, lunch on Friday. Wear something sexy, Pete has
the afternoon off," she said with saucy grin. With that, she
swatted me on the ass and turned around to continue playing with
her husband.
I walked down their drive to the curb and got into my car. As
I drove back to Jackie's I couldn't believe what had happened. A
quiet day of shopping had turned into the wildest adventure of my
life.
I walked into Jackie's to change back into street clothes.
Jackie took one look at my lipstick and said she knew what I had
been doing. The girls giggled and my face flushed.
"Don't worry," Jackie laughed. "After all, we give head too."
I changed my clothes and drove home. Still in a daze over
getting caught by Isabelle and then sucking her husband's cock, but
alreadly looking forward to Friday's lunch.