Beth And John

by Elizabeth

Part 2

 

My friend Heddy had been having problems with the last two sales ladies she had hired for her small women’s wear shop, Flora’s. Neither of them seemed to really care about the job, and frequently failed to show up, so when Heddy called on Saturday morning and asked if I could help her reorganize her store, I was not surprised. She knew that when she needed help, she simply had to call, which she had done a number of times. In fact, on several occasions she had let me take over the store by myself. My sales were always great and she kept saying that I should come work for her, since I obviously enjoyed it and was good at it.

My wife, Joan, had left for a week long seminar the night before, and I had no other plans. Heddy carried several lines of very beautiful clothes and just handling them all day would be a pleasure.

I knew we would be doing a lot of physical work, and simply wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse, some light makeup, and piled my hair on the back of my head. It would seem funny being in the store in such casual clothes.

"Beth," Heddy greeted me as I walked into the shop, "I’m so glad you could help me today. The next time those two show up, I’m giving them their walking papers."

"So, who would you get. More of the same?"

"No, I want you to come work for me. You’re great with people. You look very professional. And you love it. I’m sure Joan wouldn’t mind. She’d get some great discounts."

"Yes," was my reply. "Yes I’d love to! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was shocked by my reply. I’d often dream of working for Heddy or better yet being a partner, and Joan and I had often talked about this. She wanted it even more than I did, because it would mean that I would be living full time as a woman.

We hugged and smiled. We were the best of friends and it would be great to work together.

We spent the rest of the morning moving the displays around, to give the shoppers more room and a better view of the new stock. Since it was a quiet Friday morning, without even one serious shopper, we managed to get everything done before one. The afternoon was just the opposite. It got to the point, where Heddy asked me to change into something more appropriate and start my career as a sales lady.

By five thirty, we were exhausted, and we were looking for a nice quiet evening. She invited me to her house, so we could enjoy some Chinese food, wine, and a movie.

I had been too tired to change back into my jeans, and stayed in the pink skirt and blouse, after we finished moving the dresses. We were sitting in her living room, and just finishing a glass of wine, when her neighbor John stopped by to get his spare key. He was always locking himself out. I had often seen him walking around and both Joan and I had commented on how nice looking we thought he was. On more than one occasion, Joan had mentioned that she would like to take him to bed. I agreed, and even jokingly told her that if she had the chance, she better take him to bed, otherwise I would never talk to her again.

"John, this is my friend Beth."

"Nice to meet you," he looked at me sitting on the sofa. For some unknown reason I felt a flush of heat shoot right through me, and understood exactly what my wife meani when she said she wanted to take him to bed. "Why don’t you join us for a glass of wine," the words poured out of my mouth as if I’d known him for years. I slid over and motioned for him to sit down next to me.

"I’d love to," he smiled and accepted my invitation. Heddy brought another glass and let me pour John some wine.. As I handed it to him our hands touched, and at that moment, I felt so very, very nice.

John told me he had often seen me when I visited Heddy and had recently built up the nerve to talk to her about me; a fact she had left out. He complimented me on my looks, and whenever he had the chance, he was touching me; sometimes on the leg, but mostly on my arm or hand. I didn’t complain. By the time he finished his glass of wine, there was no space between us. When the Chinese food came and I got up to pay for it, there was a disappointed look on John’s face.

For over an hour we talked, ate our food and laughed. John seemed genuinely happy for me when Heddy told him that I was now working at the store for her. He looked straight into my eyes, and mentioned that he would have to stop by and say hello. I smiled.

Heddy joined us on the sofa, so we could watch the movie. By the time the movie was half finished, John had his arm around my shoulder and I rested my head on his chest, with my hand on the top part of his thigh. I looked down and noticed a huge lump in his pants, gently brushed my hand over it, and teasingly whispered, "Is that for me?"

He turned, put his hand over mine, and nodded.

"My wife will be jealous," I said.

When the movie finished, we talked a little bit more, and both Heddy and I said we had to get some sleep because we had to get in early and clean the store before we opened. It was then that I kissed him. A real kiss. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t going to bed with him that night and neither could he, because as soon as we finished kissing, he asked me if I would have dinner with him tomorrow evening. I didn’t even get to say anything, when Heddy said, "Of course, she’d love to. And you’d better treat her really well."

A date. I was actually going out a date with a man. My god, could this be happening. I had just agreed to start work as a sales lady; spent the evening next to man and lusting after him; given a passionate kiss to him; and agreed to spend an evening with him. That night my dreams were all x-rated.

Business was very good on Saturday, and by closing time, I still had not decided on what I would wear or even had a chance to do my nails. Throughout the day, whenever there was a lull, Heddy had me try on every outfit in the store that might fit me

Finally Heddy brought out a nice fitted long black skirt with a full length slit on one side and a delicate black blouse, and camisole. It was still fifteen minutes to closing time, but we decided to close the store anyways. I took out a new black lace and satin bra from the display and matching panties, and made my way to the fitting room.

When I came out, Heddy smiled and said that with this outfit on, there would be no way we would be able to finish dinner without him having his hands all over me. "Someone’s going to lose her virginity," she teased.

"Hope so," I was deadly serious.

I arrived at his condo about seven thirty and there was no doubt that he was more than happy to see me. He took one look and then all he could say was "Wow". I gave him a gentle hello kiss. That was not enough for him ,and he pulled me into him and gave me a long deep kiss, with lots of tongue. I nearly melted.

This was my first date with a man, and I was, to say the least, on cloud nine. John complimented me on my outfit, and while he was dressed in casual slacks and shirt, I didn’t feel over dressed. Rather, from the look in his eyes, I looked perfect.

John offered to show me his place, and before I could say anything, he took my hand and led me throughout his huge home. His bedroom was fantastic. It had a large deck that overlooked the pool and Heddy’s backyard. It was quite spacious and tastefully decorated. "Nice bed, " I commented as I squeezed his hand and gave him a little peck on the cheek. I left no doubt in his mind that tonight I would quite happy to please him.

We went down to the kitchen where he had been obviously working hard preparing our dinner. He sat me at the counter, poured me a glass of wine and finished the salad. I was in no rush to eat, and just wanted to fully appreciate that a man was doing his best to impress me, and who I knew wanted to get me into that big bed upstairs.

"Who is that woman, I see you with all the time," he asked with a little uneasiness in his voice.

"That’s Joan. She’s away for the week at a conference in Florida."

"She’s . . ."

"My lovely wife."

"Your wife?"

"Yes. Joan’s my wife. And she doesn’t mind. In fact, she’s been after me to start dating men and enjoy some of the other pleasures of being a woman. We’ve been watching you for some time. Actually it was more lusting after you. She bet me that I would get you in bed before she did. I wonder, if I’ll win that bet." I reached over, took his hand, stood up and gave him another kiss. I was enjoying this.

"Beth, if you don’t stop that, we’ll never get to eat."

"I’m not worried."

Moments later, we were sitting at the dinning room table and talking about me. I told him that I wanted to be a girl for as long as I could remember, and that I had dreamt of this day for many, many years. I told him about my relationship with my wonderful wife, who loved having a husband that was also her girlfriend and who didn’t mind it, when she was out of town and getting some satisfaction from some man she would meet. "Now, we’ll both have stories to tell," I smiled at John, "And this time, it won’t be me that’ll be envious."

"Ever want to be a whole woman," he asked, "I mean . . ."

"Don’t worry, and I know what you mean. By the way, the answer is yes, and especially tonight. By the way, are you, you know . . ."

"No, I don’t think so. I’ve never been attracted to a man, and you’re definitely not a man. You’re an absolutely gorgeous woman, that I find very, very attractive. I’ve seen you in men’s clothing, but there was something about you that just didn’t fit."

"Thank you. You’re so kind."

He took my hand and asked if I would like to dance. I wasn’t ready for a dance; I just hated to see all the dirty dishes staring me in the face, and suggested that we clean up. I asked him if he had an apron.

We had everything under control, and I was filling the sink to wash a few of the larger items, when John came by and placed his hand on my ass, "Nice".

"Umm, I like that," and I backed into what felt like a steel pole. I wiggled a little it, and made a few pleasant sounds. John leaned over, gently cupped my breasts, and began to kiss my neck. "I could get used to this," I thought and finished the dishes.

"Let’s have that dance," I said and removed the apron and led him to the family, where he put on some gentle music. We danced and danced. It had not been my first time dancing with a man, but it was the first time, I danced with a man, who made me feel special and very much a woman. I just melted into him. At times, he would move just so, and I could feel his hardness. I knew that neither of us could hold off much longer, and pushed him to the sofa.

"Can I have another glass of wine," I asked as I sat down and let lots of leg show through the slit. Within a moment, John was handing me a glass of wine. "Beautiful legs," he touched the one leg with his free hand and rubbed it the full length. It sent shivers throughout my body. Still holding my glass of wine, I kissed him. Before long, we were like two teenagers pressed against each other and kissing like there was no tomorrow. He had opened my blouse so he could lick my chest and give me a nice little hickey just over the cup of my bra.

As I rubbed the huge lump in the front of his pants, John pushed his hips forward, and I knew that this was the time. Slowly I undid his belt, then the button, and finally I pulled the zipper down. His penis wasn’t very big, but it was full of life and love.

As I lowered myself to kiss the head, which was peaking over the top of his shorts, I became acutely aware of how feminine I was dressed. I could feel the tug of my bra straps and my skirt moving up to the top of my stockings. I became aware of his fresh, just showered body, and a slight aroma from his penis.

I slid his underwear down and finally kissed his wonderful cock. In that moment, I was a woman, and everything inside me was stirring. What had been an urgent need all evening dissolved, and I knew that I had all the time in the world to enjoy everything about this experience.

John laid down and I rolled over onto my knees and placed a very dry and hot organ in my mouth. I tried to think about what I felt like and what this meant to me, but a sudden moan sent a another wave of excitement through my body. It felt as if his penis had just entered me, between the legs. God I wanted a vagina.

I began to suck the tip head, but it soon became evident that I was either sucking too hard or it was too tender. I slid as much of his beautiful manhood into my mouth. With each movement and suck, there was a thrust, sometimes soft and others hard. With each one, I could feel a huge penis going in and out of my vagina. Each pleasant moan, made me feel so very special and so complete. Satisfying him was all that I could think of. In those moments there was only him, and his sounds of pleasure. It wasn’t long when his movements became more and more abrupt, and I knew that I would soon be tasting my lover’s cum. I tried even harder.

He came in torrents of spurts, that I greedily swallowed. In those quick moments, I felt like I’d never felt before; so satisfied, so warm, so complete. I licked all the cum that had escaped my mouth, to continue to enjoy the wonderful taste. Now I could understand why Joan always urged me to perform oral sex on a man. So many wasted years.

When I finished, I moved up next to him, kissed him and closed my eyes. I woke up about two, still nestled to John. I had to use the bathroom and tried to get up without disturbing him, but the sight of his penis full and hard was too much and I decided that my little bathroom break could wait. I put his penis full into my mouth and made wonderful love. While I sucked, he put his hands around my head and gently ran his fingers through my hair. "My sweet love," he muttered. When he came, it was as wonderful as the first time. This time, I did not lay next to my man, I grabbed my little overnight bag and rushed to the bathroom.

After relieving myself, I stepped out of my skirt and blouse, and slipped into a dark blue satin nightie that I had brought just in case. I looked in the mirror and saw that my makeup was smudged. I washed my face and thanked Joan for convincing me to have electrolysis. According to her, not only would it let me look more feminine, but it would also save me lots of time every morning.

I went back downstairs, and the led my semi-sleeping lover to his bedroom. From the smile on his face, there was no doubt that he was as satisfied as I was. We crawled into bed and slept until ten.

I woke up to John kissing me and whispering that I might need some relief. I told him that I had had the best orgasm of my life and that was all the relief I needed. He would not let it go at that, and let his hand gently massage my overgrown clit, until I came all over my belly and John’s hand. He brought it to my lips and let me taste my own cum. "Not as good as yours, my love," and I kissed him. "Not a bad taste," he replied and lowered himself to lick my belly clean.

We decided that we should go have brunch before I went home. I took a very long shower and tried to remember every single moment of the previous night. After I finished, I put on a fresh pair of white panties and bra, did my makeup and headed back into the bedroom to slip into the khaki skirt, white blouse and loafers I brought. I really couldn’t go for brunch wearing evening wear.

I was just putting in my pearl earrings when John came up from behind and placed his hands on my hips. "God, you’re sexy in that skirt and blouse. Hell, you’re sexy in everything you wear."

"Now, now. Let’s not get carried away," I turned, kissed him and gently pressed my belly against his penis. I may have been sexy, but he wasn’t all that hard. For the moment anyway.

Hand in hand, we arrived at "The Rose", a trendy little restaurant that was famous for its light and tasty food, and service. And while the huge windows made the place were bright and open, and while the restaurant was full, it was still romantic. I pulled myself close to John as he asked the girl for a table. She smiled at me. I felt so lucky.

Brunch was a wonderful experience. Neither of us could stop looking or touching the other, and everything he said seemed so interesting. I just could not get enough of him. He wanted me to spend the night with him again, but I thought it was too soon, and reluctantly said we should wait a couple of days. I suggested that we double date with Heddy and her boyfriend on Tuesday, and promised that if he were a good boy, I would spend that night with him.

He dropped me off at my house just after two, and I quickly changed into a two piece bathing suit that provided enough fabric to allow me to properly hide parts that I longed to get rid of, and went to lie on our deck. The sun felt so good and so relaxing. My mind was blank.

At five, Joan called to let me know how she was doing. The tone of her voice left no doubt that her Saturday night had been as eventful as mine. It was almost impossible for me to say anything, but when I said, "I slept with him," she became very quiet. Neither of us talked for a moment, then her voice, as excited as before asked, "You mean him?" "Yes," I gloated. "I slept with John. My god you should have told me how good it was to make love to a man."

"I did. A million times. And, if you’d listen to me, you’d have all the right equipment. So tell me what happened." I told her everything that happened with John and Heddy. Joan was beside herself with excitement for me and for us. Now we could also share lovers. She made me promise her that I would let him make love to me fully on Tuesday. By the time we got off the phone, we had talked for over two hours.

The next morning, I called into work to tell them that I was taking a few days off and that I would be giving my notice. Lil was surprised and disappointed. Her comment, "But you’re one of the girls. You can’t leave us." I couldn’t help but laugh. She reminded me that I had promised to come to Vicki’s shower, and I assured her that I would bed there tonight.

Work that day was at Flora’s, and what a difference it was. I was missing my friends, but being able to work as a woman and being accepted as a woman was wonderful. Of course, I was working with my best friend Heddy, who was always a pleasure to be with. Sales were great that day, and mostly because of one man, who came in shopping for himself. It was obvious from the moment he walked in and looked at the dresses.

Both Heddy and I helped him out. You should have seen the look on his face, when we asked if he would like to try on the dresses he couldn’t decide on. "Are you serious," he asked. "Absolutely, Heddy replied, "We wouldn’t expect any of our customers to take something without trying it on. We want our them to be absolutely satisfied with our clothing."

I picked out an older bra that we had, a slip, some pantyhose and some padding, and gave it to him so he could try on the dresses properly. For two hours he tried dress after dress, and skirt after skirt. By the time he left, he had bought one dress, a beautiful two piece suit, three skirts, and five blouses. We thanked him and told him that the next time, he came in, he should be wearing the proper clothes for a lady. His face lite up.

By the end of the day, I was starting to grow a little apprehensive about going to the shower wearing a skirt and blouse, and kept changing my mind. Every time, I decided to wear the skirt and blouse, my mouth became dry and I became scared. I’m sure that if it had not been for Heddy, I would have chickened out.

After work I went home to change and freshen up. After a long steamy hot shower, I took out a pretty green print skirt and matching sweater. My heart was pounding. I had never gone to work fully dressed as a woman, although I always wore panties and nylons, and on occasion some light makeup. My nails were always neatly rounded and with a coat of clear polish.

I’m sure the girls at the office suspected my true nature. On occasion when we would hug, they always seemed to rub my back as if feeling for my bra straps, and even though they must have known that I wore bras, no one said anything. There were times when they asked me to go shopping with them, and they’d tease me about trying on dresses and skirts. Almost from the start five years before, they would invite me to showers, and the girls’ night out, as if I was one of them.

You should have seen the smiles on their faces when I walked in, and dressed like them. "Congratulations Beth," two of the girls greeted me.

"How did you . . ." I asked.

"I knew for sure two weeks ago," Lil interrupted, "I saw you or who I thought was a woman that looked like you trying on shoes at Fanny’s. Then when I saw Joan asking you something, it just wasn’t that difficult. Of course, your wife wasn’t all that great about keeping your name a secret. Every time she was with she would call you Beth, and you would answer.’

It was too much and I began to cry. First Lil and Gena gave me a big hug, then Vicki.

We had a wonderful time that evening, and the girls even kidded me about catching the bouquet. Just as someone said it, everyone looked at me. Vicki looked at me and asked, "Have you?"

I felt me face instantly turn hot and I was at a loss.

Lil, as usual piped in, "Let me guess . . . The guy you told us about that time we all got drunk and took you to the male strip show. What was his name? John. That’s it John."

Still I couldn’t say a word.

Vicki prodded me, "Come, you’re one of us. You can’t look so comfortable without having experienced a man."

"Yes," the word came out proudly. "And girls I enjoyed it like you wouldn’t believe."

"Really," said Gena, "Just wait til you get all the equipment. You’re going to change, right?"

"Are you kidding, I’m not going to change, I just going to get corrected. I’ve wanted since I first discovered that I had something the other girls didn’t. While you were probably praying for bigger books, I was praying for a vagina."

"Well at least you got to pee standing up," joked Lil.

"I can’t remember ever peeing standing up. In scouts, I was laughed at because I peed like a girl. That always pleased me."

Vicki asked if my wife and I were both coming to the wedding, and that in all likelihood, we would each be bringing a date.

 

 

 

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