Following the debut of Cindy in "Oh No........the Fish" this is one of three sequels that follow her further adventures with people she met that first weekend.

 

The Cindy Triology

by X. S. Sillke

  

(1 - A Date with Larry)

(Part One)

 

My mind was in turmoil for the next two days after the party. A pleasant sort of turmoil though. I just couldn't work out which direction I should be following. Leesha was pretty straight forward, a sexy woman with a pretty face and hour-glass figure that enjoyed dressing in rubber with a bit of bondage thrown in for good measure. Any red blooded male would be excited by her. Then there was Sammi, when we were both dressed, I fancied the pants off her - literally ! What about Larry ? When I was Cindy there was a powerful attraction, his attentions made me tingle. A male, a female and an inbetweeny. Trouble was, they all excited me ! Deciding to take each one forward and just see what happened was the only conclusion I could arrive at. The worst scenario would be that none of them worked out and I would be on my own, but even then I would still have the exciting pleasure of dressing as Cindy. Arriving at this decision prompted me to try to summon the courage to phone Larry on Tuesday night.

I was laying on my bed with the phone in my hand practising my opening lines to Larry, dressed just in a black leather corset with sheer black silk stockings, my excited length adorned with its customary rubber protection. The corset was one of many items I had retrieved from two black binliners that my mother had put out with the rubbish after performing a closet clear-out. Those two bags were like Alladin's Cave to me, and I could quite easily have purloined the full contents of both. Deciding I needed to get more in character before phoning Larry, I donned a wonderful pair of over the knee black platform boots with a two inch platform and six inch heels. Totally out of fashion, but it felt so good tottering around the room in them. The application of several coats of cherry red glossy lipstick to my lips tipped the phsycological balance and I reached for the phone again.

I took a deep breath and dialled Larry's number, my heart pounding. He sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me, and I quickly relaxed, realising I had suddenly gone all girly-giggly for some reason. What I expected to be quite a brief call turned into a one and a half hour marathon. We chatted about everyone and everything, as if we had known each other all our lives. Arranging to meet on Friday night, he would pick me up from Clifford and Sammi's place and, by mutual agreement, we would spend the evening in at his place. When I queried what style of attire he would prefer me to be in he was quick to respond with a choice of vampy and tarty, just like the party. Larry then had me describe to him what I was wearing at the moment, right down to the minute detail. I tottered around the room on my platform boots during this dialogue, enjoying the pull of the suspenders on my stocking tops and the sight of my excited member swaying about in front of me as I strode around. Noticing a drop in octaves in his voice during this part of the conversation I asked bluntly if he was playing with himself. There was an embarassed silence until he admitted he had his eyes closed, envisaging my bulging pvc mini at the party, and yes, he was gently fondling his own excitement. I blushed with excitement. Wow, I was having this effect on him over the telephone. Unreal. As I continued to talk to him I just couldn't resist reaching down to tweak my own rubbered and excited length. The thought of him rubbing himself thinking of me, it only took a couple of tweaks before I was squirting into the rubber teat with a series of little 'ohhs'. Larry followed suit, with a loud, long moan, I listened as he emptied his lust. It was an amazing moment. We both went quiet for a moment, wondering what on earth we could say next. Larry broke the silence by calling me a sexy tart, and saying he couldn't wait for Friday. We bade farewell soon after that and hung up. Oh wow. Phone sex or what ? Couldn't believe how excited he sounded when I told him I wasn't wearing any panties and that my jolly roger was swinging about at full mast as I tottered around the room on my high platformed boots. Wow, that was an experience to remember.

It seemed an eternity for Friday to come, but it eventually did, as I rushed home and dived into the shower. My back-pack had been packed since Tuesday night with all that I would need to become the tarty Cindy again. Clifford arrived to collect me, supposedly to help him at his DJ gig, but in reality to prepare myself at his place for my first date.

"Yo sweet pea, how you hanging ? All ready for your big night, eh ? I think Sammi has got you a few bits and pieces, been trawling the shops like a full-blown housewife all week. Think she is probably more excited than you about all this. You been remembering to feed those wriggly little fish sugar plum ?"

I smiled. Same old Clifford, still full of the verbals. Arriving at his apartment, I hurried inside, my stomach feeling tight and full of butterflies, both at the same time. Sammi greeted us at the door, fully dressed and looking quite stunning. Her long blonde hair framing the pretty, if slightly over made-up face, her long false lashes fluttering, and those wonderful glossy lips pouting with their bright red lipstick. A short black lycra mini dress did little to disguise her excited state, and the shiny black silk encased legs leading into the black very high heeled knee boots completed the very horny image. Pheew, I could quite easily blow Larry out and stay with the delectable Sammi. The heavily glossed pouting lips broke into a broad smile.

"Hiya hon, ready to be transformed into your true self again ? C'mon, I'll show you your room, bit basic I'm afraid, but then I doubt you will be actually sleeping in it !"

I followed the swaying lycra swathed body clicking on the high heeled boots down the hallway. It was quite a small room, single bed along one wall, a dressing table and stool, and someone had thoughtfully propped a full length mirror up against the wall beside the dressing table.

"There you go hon, I'll leave you to get dressed and then come back and put your face on for you. What mood for your lippy honey, passionate pink or smouldering vampy red ?"

"Err, think probably the red Sammi."

"Ok, I'll bring a couple of shades and you can choose. See you in a minute."

I unpacked the contents of my back-pack, laying the feminine items in row on the bed. I started with the broad red satin suspender belt, followed with my favourite moment of sliding the brand new barely-black silk ornate lace-topped seamed stockings slowly up each leg, savouring the unique feeling, and fastening the pretty tops to the dangling suspenders. I adjusted the straps to give maximum tautness to the silky leg covering. Mmmm. My now prominent member made it time to add the thin latex covering which would prevent me from spoiling the matching red satin panties before I got out the front door. They followed, with the wonderful sensation of sliding the delicate garment up my silk sheathed legs, to offer minor restraint to my excited length. I struggled into the tight red leather mini skirt, eventually managing to fasten it around my slim waist. I looked in the mirror, just a hint of lacy stocking welt showed below the hemline. Tartily perfect. Next came the red satin full cup bra, I had just finished clipping it on and was looking for my rice-filled tights to fill out the cups when Sammi returned with a small carrier bag.

"Ohh, Mmmm honey, red and black, horny combination. Got a couple of bits here for you, little present from Cliffy and me for your first date."

She proffered the bag, and I peered inside, taking out the small box on the top. Flipping it open revealed a pair of silicone bra inserts complete with aroused nipples. I held them in my hands, gently squeezing them. Smiling, Sammi took them and slid them into my bra cups, a perfect fit. I couldn't resist reaching up and give them a grope, they felt so good, as I stood there titting myself up, the nipples clearly poking at the shiny satin of the cups. Sammi giggled at the sight.

"I did that for hours when I got mine hon, drove Cliffy mad. Even now when he is waiting for me when we are going out he will shout down the hall 'You playing with those squidgy tits again, harlot ?' Here, see how this looks on you ?"

Sammi pulled a blonde wig from the bag and slid it onto my head. It came down to the nape of my neck at the back, just covering my ears at the side, with a long thick fringe and the top was designed into a shortish tousled effect. We moved to the mirror, Sammi tweaked at the tousled top with her varnished fingers until she was happy with the stylishly unkempt look. It looked good.

"Just knew that style would suit your pretty impish face honey, it'll be grand with our make-up on. Let's get you painted babe."

I quickly slipped into the sleeveless black sheer lace blouse that I had worn to the party, it looked great with the red satin bra shining underneath, my eyes lingered on the excited nipples poking the satin of the bra, oh wow, that was horny. Sammi slipped the wig off again and started with the make-up, using a pale liquid foundation trying for an oriental doll-like influence. The two sets of elongated false lashes followed, and then a dark grey glitter eye shadow, rising up to my eyebrows and sweeping away to finish in sharp points at the temples. Very vampy. A soft coating of the same brushed along the lower lids. An almost scarlet cheek blusher flashed upward from mid cheek either side, and the lips slightly enlarged with several generous coats of cherry red lipstick containing a sparkle additive. Oh, pouty pouty. It was show-girly, but that's how I liked it. The wig was slipped back on and her fingers busied themselves adjusting the tousles on top until satisfied with the effect. I wrapped a velcro fastening broad black velvet choker with a single pearl dangling from the front around my neck, and slipped my arms into the red leather bolero jacket, matching the tight leather mini skirt, which just left my boots. Yes, it had to be the front lacing ballet boots again. My ankles had ached for three days after the last time I wore them, but I hoped I wouldn't be spending so long standing up this time. Sammi patiently laced me into the erotic boots, and then pulling me up from the bed to balance on the toes and heels, I short stepped my way over to the full length mirror. Ohh yes, the mix of black and red together with the sweeping make-up and tousled blonde head made a vampy image. I devoured the reflection for a few minutes, wanting so much to turn and snog the horny looking blonde in black standing behind me and enjoying the same sexy reflection, but I knew there was not enough time as Larry would be here soon.

"Stunning hon, absolutely friggin' stunning ! Don't be surprised if he dribbles all the way back to his place. Jeez, you always get me so horny when you're dressed sugar, make me come over all tingly."

"Want me to give you a quick tweak Sammi ? A quick one over the wrist ?"

"Mmm, as nice as it would be honey, I'll wait until you come back, the anticipation will keep me hot, and with your motor running I know that you will be hot babe."

I added the final touch of a pair of red silk lace gloves with little lace ruffles around the wrist, and popped the make-up into the little red leather pouch bag along with a handful of condoms, slipping the little bag over one shoulder, I was ready. Sammi clicked over and opened the door as I tip-toed with my short pigeon strides behind her. Clifford was about to go out the front door as we clacked our way down the hallway, he turned as we approached arm in arm.

"Well blow me sweet pea ! And you certainly could dressed like that ! Pheeew, better take a thermometer sugar, temperatures will be riiiiising tonight. Hot to trot or what. Can't believe this little doll is only a week old, eh Sammi ? Need to check Larry has a fire extinguisher 'cos you're smoking, babe."

Clifford's reposte was cut short by the sound of a car horn outside, and he moved forward and swung the front door open. Sammi and I click-clacked to stand in the open doorway. Oh sheeeesh ! A gleaming bright red Lamborghini Countach was purring at the kerbside as Larry climbed out and walked up the path towards us. Clifford grinned broadly.

"Yo Larry, you're not intending to take this little vamp out in a heap of shit like that ? Man, it's got to be at least thirty years old ! Got to get it upgraded, y'know, something more modern, some cool wheels, nice Ford or something, know what I mean ?"

We all laughed as Larry came up to the doorway and took my silk gloved hands in his.

"Oh Cindy. I'm........I'm speechless. Just pure fantasy material."

"Yeh, know what you mean man. All this time and still not ready. C'mon sweet pea, I told you to be ready on time, now go and put your boiler-suit and farmyard wellington boots on, and that nice wooly jumper gran'ma gave you for Christmas."

I punched Clifford on the arm. Sammi gave my arm a squeeze and winked a heavily lashed eye at me. Larry took my arm as I slowly hobbled down the pathway with him. He opened the car door for me and helped support me as I dropped my bum down into the low slung cream leather seat, swinging my booted legs in behind to sink into the luxurious leather interior of the Lamborghini. Larry climbed in the other side and with a throaty roar from the exhaust we were away. This was style.

We continued where we left off on the phone, chatting away to each other in a relaxed mood like old friends, the powerful engine burbling away, never seeming to need to strain at its task, until after a short while we arrived at a tall set of cast iron gates. Larry tweaked the key fob and they slowly swung open, allowing us entry to a long, winding driveway. Emerging at the top of the drive revealed a long single story building with a quadruple garage set at an angle at one end. We burbled to a halt by a set of steps leading up to a pair of oak doors, a large stone lion lay at either side of the entranceway. Larry climbed out and came round to open my door for me, I swung my booted legs out, this action inevitably revealing my lace stocking tops with their red suspenders. He gripped my silk gloved hands and pulled me gently upright to balance on my toes and heels, once steady I retrieved the hem of my tight leather mini to restore it to a more respectable position. As Larry took my arm and I made slow stilted progress up the steps, one of the huge oak doors swung open and we were greeted with the sight of a petite latina girl, dressed in a fantasy-type maids dress of a shiny material with acres of flouncy petticoats forcing it into a bell-like shape, her legs in sheer black silk and perched atop a pair of black court shoes with very high stilletto heels. Her pretty face with minimalist make-up broke into a smile as she curtsied slightly.

"'Ello Meester Gregson, 'ello Mees Cindy. I'm all fineeshed now sir, so I be goeeng 'ome now, yes ?"

"Thank you Minnie, yes you trot along now, take care, see you in the morning."

She continued smiling as we passed her into the large hallway, her eye contact with me seemingly longer than you would expect, before turning and clicking purposefully out through the door, swinging it shut behind her. Larry smiled at my slightly bewildered expression.

"Ok, I'll save all the questions and explain. Minnie used to work as a waitress in a gay bar, she regularly used to serve me, went in one night and she had been told they were closing the place down, she was a bit glum at having to find another job, she had always been cheerful and polite towards me so I offered her a job here. Been with me for seven years now, she loves to wear the maids uniform, bit of a fetish I suppose, but she is more like a Girl Friday come Butler to me, does a bit of everything. And no, we have never got it on together. In fact you are more at risk than me, she is a kindred spirit babe, no attraction towards men, but to a fellow sister............."

"What, you mean........she........?" I gesticulated pointlessly toward my groin area.

Larry nodded and laughed. "Convincing, isn't she ?"

Still slightly flummoxed, Larry guided me into a large lounge area with three huge cream leather sofa's, a mammoth TV screen on one wall and a long bar at the far end. A large stone open fireplace dominated the room, flames gently licking the logs in the grate and a pure white fur rug across the front. Now was that a fantasy script or what ? How much action had that fur rug seen ? I tottered across to sit on one of the sofa's whilst Larry went across to the bar to get some drinks, returning to sit beside me with two large whiskies. I sank back into the leather sofa, crossing my silky legs. No matter which angle I sat at I found I couldn't prevent the lace tops of my stockings being on view below the tight hem of my leather mini skirt. We talked and sipped our drinks, Larry's eyes alternating between my painted face and my lace stocking tops.

"Sorry Larry, are my stockings disturbing you ?"

"Very much so I'm afraid, I think I have had a permanent stiffy since you phoned on Tuesday, and now that you are here in the flesh looking so stunning, it is getting quite painful."

"Oh you poor thing, didn't mean to do that to you. Well, I did actually, but not for it to be painful, I would have preferred it to be pleasureable. Maybe if we got it out of those tight trousers it would ease the pain ?"

I put my glass on the table beside me and reached across to unzip his trousers, a silk gloved hand sliding into the opening to free the captive from his underpants, he groaned as my silk fingers gently rubbed the freed item protruding from his fly. He reached across me to place his glass on the table and on the return journey our lips met, feathery, touching, nibbling, a darting tongue exploring, ohh yess, and then passionately crushed together, lustfully. A hand came up to fondle a titty, rubbing at the false nipple, and then dropping to rub across my bulging tight leather skirt. Both moaning. My fingers continuing their silken dance over his horny length.

"I've got to have you Cindy, I really need you. I've only ever done it with women, never with....... what do I need babe ?"

"I've got a rubber, have you any oil or KY ?"

"There's some baby oil......I'll get it."

He practically ran across the room, his cock stll sticking out of his trousers. In his brief absence I rucked my tight mini up around my waist, I couldn't believe I was acting like this, a total tart, by the time he returned I was leaning back on the sofa, my black stockinged legs splayed wantonly wide with my bulging red panties on full view. On his way back he paused to flick a switch on the huge wall mounted TV and on a little camera just below it. The screen flickered to life, portraying me sitting back on the sofa with my legs parted and a huge stiffy in my satin panties. Ohhh, I parted my silken legs wider, enjoying the tarty image. Rejoining me in the image playing on the TV, he pulled his trousers and underpants down to fully free his excited cock, and slowly rolled the rubber down its length. I knelt up on the sofa, slipping my panties down to my knees, freeing my own rubbered cock in the process, I leant forward onto all fours, parting my booted legs to allow him easy access. I felt the cool oil trickled onto my bum, and then the finger working it into my puckered entrance causing me to let out a little moan. Mmmm nice. Larry moved up behind me and gently prodded my entrance.

"Slide it in slowly baby, gently until you're fully in."

It prodded a few more times, before slipping into the entrance, it moved in, it seemed to be almost in my stomach when he was up against my bum, buried to the hilt.

"Ohhh yes baby, now ride me, keep it in deep and ride me babe......"

He started to hump against my pert bum, oh it was good, soo good, building his rythym, humping at me. It was right, felt so right. I looked up at the TV screen, the angle of the camera hid my own rubbered cock swaying about by my stomach, all you could see was the vampy blonde tart with her painted face and kinky boots, legs spread with taut suspenders being fucked like a doggy by her lover. Ohh what a sight, it turned me on watching myself getting rogered, I whimpered with each thrust, watching the screen. The pace increased, he was going to come, he was nearly there.

"Ride me babe, give me a good fucking, up my sexy little bum babe, fuck me up the bum.....let me feel it squirting.......want to feel that big cock squirting in me babe......"

I felt him twitching, groaning loudly, I felt the warmth as he filled the rubber, spurt after spurt inside me, I didn't think he would ever stop, until he was still, completely spent and panting. He pulled my upper body back towards him, sinking down onto his haunches at the same time, I was literally sitting on his cock now, he was still rigid inside me, as a hand came round my body and began to fondle my titties and the other dropped down to tweak and gently rub my own rubbered cock. I whimpered with lust as his fingers started to wank me, I desperatley wanted to thrust up against his fingers but didn't want to risk releasing his rampant member form my rear entrance, it felt so good in there whilst his fingers continued their ministrations. I watched the screen, the tarts bright glossy lips were parted emitting little whimpers as, impaled on her lovers cock, his hand was wanking her cock. What a horny sight, the whimpers turning to moans as the fingers took her to the brink, and watched mesmerised as the rubber teat filled, squirt after squirt ballooning the rubber, the red lips wide open as she was totally milked. Ooh what a horny sight. That was good, so so good.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, his strong arms wrapped around my midriff, still perched on his lap, his member still deep inside me, my own drooping slightly, the teat of the rubber filled to capacity and swaying between my stockinged thighs, revelling in the wonderful afterglow. That was purely and simply lust.

Larry started to get cramp in his thighs and I reluctantly lifted myself to release his manhood from me. He flopped backwards to lay on the sofa, and I crawled up to lay beside him, resting my blonde head on his chest. We cuddled. Totally at ease, two lovers snuggled together.

"Oh wowwy Cind, that was fantastic. You don't know how long I have dreamt of doing that."

"You've only known me for a week."

"I only met you a week ago, but I've known you for years babe."

I raised my head and looked up at him from beneath my long lashes, an inquisitive look on my face, not understanding his implication. He smiled down at me.

"I'll show you what I mean in a minute, once I've regained some energy."

I lay my head back on his chest, still confused. We lay there for about half an hour, neither wanting to move and break the magic of the moment. Larry eventually getting up to go to the bathroom. He returned and went to refresh our drinks. I struggled up onto my elevated toes and heels again, and following Larry's directions, tottered off towards the bathroom, my red satin panties stretched tightly around my knees and the full rubber swinging between my black silk adorned legs.

"Jeez Cind, if you're going to walk about like that, I'm not going to be responsible for my actions !"

I bent forward slightly and wiggled my bum at him, the rubber slapping against my stockinged legs.

"Aahh shit, you sexy bitch, I'm getting a stiffy again."

I clicked my way across the hallway to the bathroom, it was bigger than my bedroom, cleaning myself up and repairing my lipstick. I paused to tousle the tousles on the blonde wig and admire the nipples of my new titties poking at the satin of my bra cups. I silently thanked Sammi, they both looked brilliant. I decided on an extra coat of lipstick, a girl can never have too much. I still couldn't believe that I instigated that fabulous sex session, egging Larry on like that. Clifford would have been flabberghasted, I could just hear him now - "You harlot sweet pea !" I smiled. Refreshed and once more looking respectable, well as resepectable as you could when wearing a tight leather mini skirt that failed to completely obscure your stocking tops, I made my stilt-like way back across the hallway to the lounge. Larry handed me a replenished glass of whisky, and gently taking my other silk-gloved hand delicately kissed the back of it.

"You are definately what dreams are made of Cind."

"Oh stop it, you'll make me blush. So tell me about knowing me all your life then?"

"Well, not exactly all my life, but you seem to have shared the last ten years or so with me. C'mon, I'll show you what I mean."

We walked hand in hand with our drinks through the lounge into another large room which housed a snooker table, and then into a large study which was dominated by a huge oak desk, one wall covered with photo's of Larry with an array of different silverware and racing cars. To the side was a smaller desk housing a computer, this is where we walked to as Larry flicked switches and booted it to life. As we waited for programmes to load, I tottered around the room studying the photographs, noting the absence of any female company in any of the celebratory shots. Larry punched in a password and then picked a file from the many listed on the screen.

"Here we go, it will take a while to reach the one that I want."

I short-stepped on my toes and heels back to his side, where he again held my gloved hand. A slideshow of images appeared across the screen, all of similar content, drawings and sketches, some paintings and photographs, all depicting males dressed in female clothing and wearing make-up, all with their excited members on display, some being manipulated by female partners, some standing alone and seemingly erupting without any aid, (it's not just me that can do it then ?), despite various modes of dress they all had the common theme of obvious male hairstyles atop the pretty made-up faces and silky frilly clothes, the common theme of being sissies. I watched the display, intrigued.

"Don't ask me where the sissy thing came from, I haven't a clue. This is the one I wanted you to see just coming up, I'll freeze it. Found it when I was about 13 and has been my favourite ever since, have spent many a time of solo pleasures gazing at this one."

The image came up and Larry hit a button to freeze it on screen. Same vogue as the others, balanced on ballet shoes, a shorter version of my boots, pink silk encased legs with taut pink suspenders, a very excited member with a pink ribbon tied around the ball sac and another tied in a big bow around its length, a sleeveless pink satin blouse with ruffles all down the front and a froth of lace ruffles around the high neckline up to his chin, shoulder length pink satin gloves, a finger and thumb of one delicately holding a pair of pink heavily laced panties, pink glossed lips and pink eyeshadow with heavily rouged pink cheeks and long dangly earings. But it was the pink painted face. The face stopped me dead. I was looking at a drawing of me !! It was as if someone had taken a photo of me and stuck it on the drawing. Identicle twins. I suddenly realised I was doing an impersonation of the fish. I closed my mouth. I stared at the image in amazement. My jaw was moving but no sound seemed to be coming out.

"That's...................that's..............................."

I looked at Larry, totally astounded, he leant down and gently kissed my parted reglossed lips.

"Amazing likeness isn't it ? Now you see why I just had to come over and speak to you at the party. My heart was in my mouth, praying that you didn't tell me to piss off ! I've lived with that image for so many years, and, suddenly, it was there in the flesh. I think I fell in love for the first time at that moment."

My jaw continued its pointless movement, as I looked back at the screen. Larry released my silk sheathed hand and his arm went round me to lovingly stroke my tightly leather encased bum, my arm going round his waist. I took a sip of whisky, then gulped the rest of it down in one go. I still couldn't believe what I was looking at.

"Sorry Cind, maybe I should have forewarned you, it's given you quite a shock hasn't it ?"

"It's just that, well, I don't know......if you have had it for that long I would have been only about eight years old, and I only started dressing a couple of months ago, and..........well, here we are looking at it with me dressed the way I am.......it's all a bit spooky."

"The artist certainly had either amazing foresight or a sense of future fate. It is all quite amazing, and makes you wonder how circumstance shapes your life. I really didn't feel like going to that party, but something made me go through the motions and I went. Luck or fate ? There will always be arguments for both theories."

"But is that how you see me Larry ? In your dreams am I dressed like that ?"

"No Cind, I have often recreated that image in my mind, but when I dream of you babe, it is just as you are now, with your tight bulging mini's, deliberately dressed and made-up to excite, and you certainly excite me when I am with you. I wouldn't have the affront to ask you to dress like that, I love you the way that you are, it turns me on."

"But what if I wanted to dress like that for you, be your little sissy plaything for you to manipulate and fondle like in some of the other drawings ?"

"Whooaa, turning fantasy into reality ? That can be a huge dissappointment. Sometimes it's better to stay with the fantasy. Anyway, that is probably a conversation for another time, for now let's just take it one day at a time. I think you could probably do with another drink."

"Mmm, I need time to take all this in, but another whisky would be welcome."

Larry's lips again feathered across my brightly glossed lips, a lingering kiss as he held me against him, gazing down at my heavily lashed eyes, before arm in arm, I toed and heeled my way alongside him back to the lounge and sitting down on the sofa, the action bringing my delicate lace stocking tops back into full view. The vision making Larry smile.

"Wouldn't have you any other way Cind."

Now that I knew that it turned him on I would be displaying them as often as possible. With his arm along the back of the sofa I nestled into his shoulder and we continued our conversation, inevitably dominated by that drawing. It had quite knocked me off my high boots. Our sentences were interspersed with soft snuggly kisses, as Larry opened his heart to me, admitting he had been with women and, although enjoyable, had not reached the intensity of our earlier debut coupling. Also that he had no attraction to men in their normal gender role, but had always fostered an excessive interest when they were dressed in flambouyant female attire displaying an obvious objective to arouse and excite by their mode of dress. We consumed several more glasses of whisky during our marathon discussion, with the result of our meeting of lips becoming more passionate as the evening wore on. Larry announced that he was feeling a bit hungry and decided to fix us something to eat.

"What do you fancy Cind ?"

"Mmm, I don't know, something long and hot !"

"Hah, that will come after the main course sweetheart. You're more than welcome to stay the night, if you wanted to ?"

"Larry ! On a first date? Just what sort of girl do you think I am ? I thought you'd never ask !!"

I followed him out to the kitchen, having to concentrate on my balance on my toe and heel short steps after the amount of whisky I had consumed, feeling delightfully tipsy. Couldn't blame Clifford this time. The kitchen was large enough to have prepared meals for the Titanic, all brushed stainless steel and marble worktops. I enjoyed the sound of my heels on the quarry tiles and made several circuits, luxuriating in the pull of my suspenders with each step and the slight wobble of my titties inside the red satin bra, until Larry effortlessly lifted me up to sit on the worktop, moving his body between my stockinged thighs to rub his crotch against my bulging panties. His lips came down to make contact with my brightly glossed lips once again, his tongue pushing between them to explore deep into my mouth. Ohh, this was so good.

"Mmmm, you sexy bitch, maybe we'll forget about the food for now ?"

With false coyness I fluttered my excessively long false lashes at him, putting a silk encased finger up to my painted mouth in pouty shyness. He laughed, and lifting me down from the worktop, guided my stilt-like gait out through the hallway to the bedroom. No surprise here, it was huge. Illuminated mirrors, sunken ceiling lights giving a soft glow, an enormous bed with wrought iron headboard, and a life size statue of a naked man in one corner, its penis, although large, hanging dejectedly between its legs.

"He's not very excited, is he ?"

"My interior designer insisted on him, said it gave the room a focal point. I just use it to hang my clothes on when I get undressed. S'pose if he were excited I'd have somewhere to hang my hat as well ?"

Larry showed me the door to the ensuite.

"It would be nice if you could manage to keep those sexy boots on for a little while longer babe ?"

I looked up at him from under my long lashes and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you know us men, deeply visual animals."

"I know, they turn me on as well !!"

I turned and tottered my way into the ensuite, with its sunken pearl bath and shower cubicle large enough to take the local football team. Slipping out of the bolero jacket and tight leather mini skirt, before sliding the black silk blouse off. I paused for a moment, before deciding the red silk gloves should remain on to assist as a visual stimulant. I retousled the blonde wig before recoating my glossy red lips. I looked at the horny reflection staring back at me, from the blonde hair framing the heavily made-up face, down over the red satin bra with its protruding nipples, down to the matching broad suspender belt tautly holding the black silk stockings and the satin panties, bulging blatantly with lust, and the incredible ballet boots forcing the unnatural angled stance on toes and deliciously high heels. Oh yes. I minced back into the bedroom, standing framed in the doorway for a few seconds for my man to enjoy the vision that I had just observed. He was laying in the middle of the bed on the silk sheets, his excitement standing upright in its rubbered glory.

"Ohh wow, babe, you are looking so hot. C'm here you pretty little minx."

"Ooops, hang on, I had better rubber-up myself in case I pop-off unexpectedly."

I returned after a few seconds and tottered as steadily as I could across to the bed, our bodies and limbs entwining, both enjoying the feel of the sexy silk coverings of my frame coupled with the silk sheets, it was positively electric. My silk encased fingers found his hardness and feathered up and down the excited length, his hands clutching my satin covered bum cheeks and feeling them as you would ripened fruit. His lips did their best to remove the glistening coating that I had just applied and his tongue seemed determined to tweak my tonsils. This was just as lustful as our first encounter. His hands gripped the waistband of my satin panties and gently slid them down my silk sheathed legs. I shuddered and moaned, that silk on silk feeling always got to me. I climbed up onto all fours, but he flipped me over onto my back and got up to kneel between my outstretched stockinged legs, grabbing two pillows from the top of the bed he slid them under my bum.

"I want to see that pretty painted face this time babe, watch those twinkly eyes as we do it."

Taking my booted ankles and laying them on either of his shoulders, I shuddered and moaned again as I felt the cold oil poured onto my bum and his digits starting to work the liquid into my puckered entrance, and then watched as he poured some over his rubbered length, rubbing it all around his girth.

"I could do that for you lover."

"No way sexy, you doing it would have me squirting before I got inside that gorgeous pert bum of yours."

I felt him prodding at my entrance, and then sliding slowly in, before pushing to fill me to capacity. He gently rode me, staring down at my made-up face with sheer lust in his eyes. I grabbed the wrought iron bedhead with my silk gloved hands as he took my booted legs and spread them wide, my toes and heels pointing to the ceiling, the suspenders stretched to the limit supporting the black silk stockings, gently moving against me causing me to whimper with each thrust. Ooohh it felt so good, spreadeagled for my handsome lover, totally vulnerable, he rode me slowly, savouring each moment. Resting one booted leg on his shoulder he reached down to rub his thumb along my own rigid length, timing his thumb with each soft thrust inside me, I was whimpering and simpering as I was gently rogered, my glossed and smudged bright red lips permenantly parted emitting the sounds of lust and delight.

"You look so sexy Cind, so pretty and horny, look, you've even given the statue a hard-on."

His pace increased, unable to maintain the teasing rate, he now thrust urgently at me, still looking down at me, my mouth now continuously open to release the series of squeeky ooohs and aaaahs, I fluttered my excessively long false lashes manically, doing anything that I knew would turn him on more. He ceased the thumb movements on my rubbered shaft, gripping it in the conventional way and lewdly wanking it. I was gasping now, so good, so bloody good, as he rode me hard, my stockinged and booted legs spread wide for him, hanging on to the bedhead and being a total tart. So good. He must come soon, riding me so hard, I felt my own moment approaching, my red painted lips wide open as I felt my first spurts ballooning into the rubber just as his own shaft twitched inside me, and I felt the warmth of his eruption deep inside my bum. Both groaning now as we emptied our excited lust in unison, until, sated, he released my booted ankles and collapsed down on top of me. We held each other tightly as the power of the release swept over us.

It was some time later that he rolled off me, reaching down to unlace my kinky ballet boots and slide them off my silken legs, the feeling of relief sweeping over me as I could once more move my ankles. We kissed and cuddled side by side, until, eventually, with my head resting on his chest I must have drifted off to sleep.

I was suddenly awoken by a knocking at the door...................................................

 

To be continued...........................

  

 

 

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