James

by Annalise Barker

 

Part One

 

James walked into the hotel lobby, pulling his wheeled travel case behind him, and walked up to the hotel reception desk.

"Hi there. Pardon, I meant to say Bonjour. Parlez-vous Anglais?" The rather attractive, young, blonde-haired receptionist replied, "Oui monsieur. How can I help you?"

"Can I book in please? I think I should be booked in under James Ross, or possibly International Technologies?" James asked. The girl typed a few things into her computer, before looking up saying, "Oui. I have it monsieur. You're have been upgraded to an Executive Room overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. You are very lucky monsieur."

James was trying not to look too obvious as he gazed at this girl in front of him. Her accent was almost hypnotic with its sweet French lilt. She had the brightest green eyes, prominent cheek bones, with just a hint of pink blush to highlight them even more, a delicate pink lipstick across her full lips and a complexion to die for. Her long, straight hair was pulled back with a white silk hair band that rested across her forehead, almost a young Brigitte Bardot in appearance. She wore a cream silk, short-sleeved blouse, with the top two buttons undone. James could see just the top of her white lace-trimmed bra showing, carefully holding and supporting two perfectly shaped breasts as if they were the most precious thing in the world. Through her blouse, he could see more of the lace trimming where her blouse was pressed against the bra in places. When she stood to go and fetch some paperwork from the printer, James watched her shapely legs emerge from a short, but not indecently-so, black skirt, encased in what James believed were probably 7 denier tights or stockings – black of course. He hoped, for no other reason than it made his dreaming more pleasurable, that they were stockings; stockings with the large lacy tops to them, attached to the long, thin, elasticised straps coming down from above. Their small, but effective clips, with the silky tabs resting over them to shield from prying eyes. As she picked up the printed papers, one slipped from her grasp and floated down to the floor below. Facing away from the inquisitive pair of eyes watching her closely, she bent down to pick it up. As she did so, James could clearly see the unmistakeable outline of the very straps he had imagined moments earlier. He smiled to himself, closing his eyes momentarily. With a sweet smell of what was clearly some very expensive French perfume wafting across the counter between them, and into his nostrils, he found her captivating.

"Monsieur?" she asked him, bringing him back to his senses.

"Oh, sorry, pardon mademoiselle. Merci beaucoup." He read her name badge – Anna. One to remember, he thought. Anna handed James his room swipe card, smiling disarmingly as she did so. " I will arrange to have your bag brought to your room in just a few minutes. Have a nice stay monsieur." James thanked her again, but declined her offer and headed off to his room. The hotel was a large one, on the sea front at Cannes – expensive for a standard room, let alone an Executive Room. 'What a great start to a business trip,' he thought to himself. 'A three day conference, the first two evenings completely free to do his own thing, and then a silly Ball to end the conference in the hotel. Not bad,' he mused. The conference itself only ran from 10-4 each day, so what with a little socialising and a bit of sight-seeing, he'd still have more than enough time to indulge his secret passion.

James arrived at his room and slid in the swipe card to allow access. The light changed to green and he heard the lock disengage. Pushing the door open, the Mediterranean sunshine shone straight into his eyes, forcing him to lift his hand and shield his eyes. As they became accustomed to the glare, he lowered his hand and saw that far from being just a room, this was a mini suite. The room he had entered, was a small living area, with bar, sofa and television. Through the open door into the main bedroom, he saw a two poster bed, with silk drapes coming down from above on each side of the bed. There was a large dressing area before the bathroom – all marble and just fabulous. Just what the doctor ordered! James walked to the windows and slid it open to walk out onto the balcony. Having been almost silent before, suddenly he was hit with the noise from the road below. James had not long been promoted to his current role as research director and still couldn't quite believe his luck coming on this business trip. 'It's hardly "work,"' James thought to himself.

After a short nap, James woke at about 5. His day's clothes draped over a chair in the corner of the room, he walked into the dressing area wearing just his boxer shorts. He'd only partially unpacked when he'd arrived. On the side were some of his various toiletries. As he picked up the bag, he looked in the mirror in front of him. Not bad looking, James was about 5'7" tall, but only about 10 stones or 140 lbs in weight; a bit small for a guy, but perfect for other things…

James entered the shower area and lowered his shorts to the floor. Once the shower was fired up, he fetched a few bottles from the toiletries bag and placed them on the side of the bath. As he stepped into the bath, he felt the warm water hitting him from above. Out came the shampoo and conditioner. While he waited for the latter to do its work, he stepped away from the water jets and began to smooth the other substance all over his body. Moments later, he stepped back under the water and watched as his remaining body hair was washed off him and down the plug hole. The conditioner gone, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped the large bath sheet around him, just under his armpits, like he'd seen his wife do so for the years they'd been together. The hand towel was then wrapped carefully around his head and he walked back through to the bedroom. James noted that his walking had changed too, together with his body, now hairless, and his whole persona. Of course James was now becoming Jane.

 

Part Two

Jane lifted her bag up to the bed and opened it fully. She carefully took the remaining clothes of James and hung them up in the wardrobe. She daintily walked back to the bed and gazed at the clothes in front of her. A positively designer collection of lingerie and under garments, together with an array of outer clothing was laid out before her eyes. She used two of the remaining drawers in the dressing room, to carefully arrange her lingerie. For good measure, she gave it a small squirt of her favourite perfume, Chanel Allure. 'Well you never know,' she thought to herself.

Each of the balconies was quite private from prying eyes, unless one leant right over the look down to the street. Jane decided to enjoy the last of the warm sunshine of the day and went out to sit on one of the sun-loungers, still dressed in only her two towels. Gucci sunglasses adorning her face, she thought of the days ahead and smiled. His wife, Nicky, was on her own at home in Reading. She too had a pretty good job in IT, but primarily worked from home. This worked well for the pair and gave some much-needed flexibility to their lives. As James, he worked some very long hours, but could juggle these hours with some home-working too. The downside was that this gave James little time to indulge in his hobby. And he wasn't talking model aeroplanes!

After almost an hour of anticipation, Jane came back into the main room and went to the drawers, pulling them wide open. After a few moments' thought, she reached down and selected her special bits of underwear, those only needed by 'special' girls to give her the perfect figure she wished was biological. The cache sex panties and figure former were laid on the bed along with the new pack of black stockings, black silk knickers and bra set with matching suspender belt. Of course, this had been what the James at reception had been dreaming about earlier, but these clothes laid out on the bed were Jane's.

As she sat down on the king size bed, Jane savoured this moment. She reached for the first item and slid each leg in, pulling the item up her now hairless, smooth legs. As it reached her pubic area, she carefully placed James' member into the cache and pushed it back between her legs, attaching it firmly in place. With that gone and forgotten, Jane selected her figure former and began the slow process of hooking each eye, before reaching behind her for the strong laces. This was never easy, but always worth the trouble. Over the next ten minutes, Jane was able to get the sadistic device smaller and smaller and once satisfied, she walked and stood in front of the full length mirror in the room. From the rib cage down, she saw a beautiful female form, with petite waist, hips and smooth front between her legs. She reached down and ran her hand from her belly button downwards. She then made small circles with her middle three fingers around the flat, smooth silky mound, not to try and get aroused – well not yet anyway – but just to admire the female form and imagine that this was real in every way. After a few moments, she returned to the bed and reached for her black knickers. Pulling them up, they settled nicely over her smooth front area, the small lacy edging setting off her satin-like skin. The halter-neck bra came next, clipping at the front like he had learnt from Nicky, and pulling it round the right way. The soft breast inserts came next, gently inserted into the cups, giving her a nice pair of 34c breasts. Next was the suspender belt. Once clipped around her newly formed womanly waist, she carefully fed each of the four straps down under her knickers and watched as they dangled, gently tickling the tops of her thighs. As she stood again in front of the mirror, turning this way and that to look at her figure from different angles, she knew what was coming next and a small shudder went through her, from her head to her toe, in anticipation.

Jane reached for the unopened packet of stockings. Sliding her forefinger into the gap, she prised the packet open and carefully pulled out the delicate material. Savouring every moment, she rolled up each in turn, from the 3" lace tops down to the thin end, and placed them over her toes. So very slowly, she eased them over her foot, stretched out and pointed, and then past her ankle, calf and knee. As the soft, silky material got higher, so did the sensations Jane was getting from her nerve endings in her legs. The pleasure was almost intolerable when at last the stockings reached their destination at the top of her thighs. Each of the four suspenders was attached in turn, as the anticipation headed towards its peak. Jane stood up to her full height and as she did so, she could feel the front suspenders tighten and the rear ones loosen slightly. And so began several laps of the room, walking around in circles so as to get the full sensation of the tightening and loosening of those wonderful straps on the most sensitive parts of her legs.

Then Jane returned to her case and carefully removed the well-packed brunette wig from its packaging. She sat on the chair in front of the vanity mirror and began to slowly brush out the straight bobbed hair. Once done, she teased the material onto her head – a simple enough job, for as James, he had very short hair of his own. At this point Jane decided that she should put on her black halter-neck mini dress. It was her favourite and she always relished these times that she could dress and admire both the dress and the female form contained within it. She lifted the garment from its hanger and carefully stepped in and pulled it up. Although difficult, Jane had perfected a method to reach for the rear zip, using a specially formed wire hook, otherwise known as a coat hanger. She teased it up her back until it was fully closed. Savouring each moment of the transformation, Jane sat again in front of the mirror and began to apply her make up. It had taken years of practice and hours of secretly observing Nicky, but Jane thought she was now 'not bad' for an amateur. Of course, it was far from a hardship, the hours and hours of practice she had put in. The sensations of the blusher brush; the feel of the tiny foam pad on her eye lids when applying her eye shadow; the smell and taste of the lipstick being smoothed over her full lips. Each and every time she sat in front of the mirror, it gave her butterflies in her stomach. With the final addition of a delicate silver bracelet on her left wrist, she was done. Jane selected a pair of her black patent court shoes with a two inch heel and slipped them on to her stocking-clad feet. She stood, and with her most convincing feminine walk, she took her dainty steps across the room to the full-length mirror. Looking back at her was a beautiful woman in every sense of the word – well almost.

 

Part Three

The next day was the start of the conference proper. A few small meetings had been planned for the previous evening, but they were nothing of interest for James. The conference itself was a mix of key note speakers, of which he was one on the final day, together with various peripheral meetings with customers and suppliers. The first two days sped by pretty quickly. Between the hours of 10 and 4, James put his heart and soul into the conference, impressing many along the way. Apart from a sociable drink with some colleagues at the end of the Day Two session, James preferred to keep himself to himself. He had dressed each night, trying on different lingerie and outfits. Although black was certainly his favourite colour for lingerie, he also adored the white and the lilac. His wife Nicky had a fabulous set of lilac lingerie from somewhere very exclusive, and when she wore it, it drove James wild. Consequently, as Jane, she had dreams of being admired and lusted after by some 6 foot plus hunky dreamboat. James certainly did not consider himself as anything but a hetero-sexual male, but as Jane, she loved to tease – at least in her dreams.

After the drink at the end of Day Two, James had raced back to the hotel suite, showered and dressed in the white lingerie. Jane had ordered this particular set online from Victoria's Secret. She recalled that the Americans called it a Merrywidow – always seemed a strange name, but there you go. The best bit about this one, apart from the exquisite lace embroidery on the body, was its very long suspenders and matching silk thong. Jane had a thing about suspenders and these just accentuated the feeling even more than normal. She completed her dressing, slipping on a short white clingy lycra dress. This set off her hips beautifully, shaped this time, with a simple waist cincher. "Drop dead gorgeous," she exclaimed to herself as she admired the view in the mirror.

Bang, bang, bang, went the knock at the door. 'Room service," Jane thought, "excellent." As per the previous two nights, she had ordered various items off the room service menu and asked them to leave the tray outside the door. In this way, Jane could check through the peephole to see if the coast was clear, before retrieving the food. "Could you leave it outside for me please?" she called. A stream of French was given as reply. The previous nights it had been a male waiter who had understood English perfectly. Damn this woman. Jane tried again in her broken French, but the reply came back, "Je ne comprends pas." How was she going to get past this one? "D'accord. Attendez mademoiselle." Jane carefully released the door lock, but kept the door sufficiently closed so that this waitress could not see anything other than the wall of the room. In more broken French, she told the woman to wait as she had no clothes on. Once safely in the bedroom, she called, "Entrez mademoiselle." She heard the door open and a tray being placed on the table in the living room. "Merci, au revoir," the waitress called out. Jane heard the outer door open again, before closing and locking again. "Finally!" Jane said out loud, before opening the connecting door and walking out into the living room. "Nicky!" Jane exclaimed, but was met only with a pair of wide, staring eyes and an open mouth.

 

Part Four

"Oh my god! Is this really my husband standing before me? Have I entered the wrong room?"

"Listen Nicky, please let me explain darling," Jane pleaded.

"What is there to say? I think actions speak louder than words, and these are some really big actions – huge, I'd say. Wouldn't you?" Nicky still had her mouth open, but could not stop from looking up and down at the female figure in front of her. "I don't know whether to turn around and catch a flight straight back to England, or to get another room, or to hug and kiss you like I had first planned, but you have more lipstick on than me!"

"Look, I know this is a shock to you; it's kind of a huge one for me too. You're the last person I expected to see this week and absolutely the last person in the world I wanted to see this – I just didn't want to hurt you. I love you more than anything else in the world – you know that."

"James. How do I respond to that when I'm staring at what can only be described as a pretty attractive woman? A beautiful woman has just told me she loves me; if I respond in kind, what does that make me?" Nicky asked rhetorically.

"Please Nicky," Jane pleaded, reaching out her hand. "Come through and sit down so we can talk about this. I'll get changed if you want – whatever you want, please let's just talk this through."

Nicky looked down at the carefully manicured hand held out in front of her. She admired the smooth edges of the nails and thought she actually quite liked the colour – a dark crimson colour. Eventually she reached forward and put her hand in his, and walked through to the bedroom. "I'll take this off. I'll get changed right now. Oh Nicky, I'm so sorry you had to find out like this; find out at all."

Jane got up to go to the bathroom. Nicky cut in, "Eh, you will stay right where you are, here with me missy. No escape. You've chosen to do this, so you will sit here with me now and live with it." Jane returned to sit on the bed, side by side with his wife.

Some two hours later, with Jane still dressed as Jane, a few tears but no raised voices, Jane was holding Nicky's shoulders in an affectionate embrace. "So do you have a name when you're all made up like this?" Nicky asked.

"Jane. It's Jane when I'm dressed," she replied.

"Okay Jane. First things first, come and help me get my bags from the hotel lobby."

"Pardon? You want me to what?"

"You heard. I know underneath those lovely clothes, I still have a husband somewhere – not that you'd guess of course. Anyway, it's about time you showed me what you're made of Jane. You really do look amazing like that and it's about time you got the admiring looks that you deserve, and dare I say it, probably want. Come on; no one knows you here, well not very well anyway."

At this point Jane knew that she must comply. It was touch and go, this new-found acceptance thing, and the last thing she wanted to do was shatter that by snubbing his own wife. So off to the lobby they walked, arm in arm down the corridor and into the elevator. An elderly American couple were in the lift ahead of them, so the pair kept quiet as the elevator descended. Jane and Nicky walked out first and could hear the lady behind quietly chastising her husband, "What exactly do you think you are looking at mister? Are you with me or them?" Nicky looked across as Jane, who by now was blushing profusely.

The pair reached the reception desk and who should be back on duty but the gorgeous Anna. She looked up to answer Nicky when she asked for her bags, but only glanced for a split second at Jane to smile, before looking back at Nicky. Once the bags were returned, they took a bag each and turned to walk away. Anna smiled again, "Merci. Au revoir mademoiselles." This time she held her gaze for a moment longer – long enough for Jane to see her eyes suddenly widen when looking at her. Jane turned and walked away as quickly as her heels would allow, which was not very! This time in the elevator, they were alone.

"She recognised me!" Jane exclaimed.

"Who did? The receptionist? Well I did tell her I'd arrived as a surprise for your birthday, when I first got here. It was the only way I could get her to let me have your room number. I guess she did tell me she remembered you booking in. Sorry about that."

Jane's face was near terror, while Nicky smiled to herself. 'It won't do him any harm,' she thought.

Back at the room, Nicky unpacked her cases and started to put the clothes into the remaining drawers and wardrobes. "Wow, you have some really nice stuff here James, eh, Jane," Nicky said. "Not loads of stuff, but enough for a short trip away. Where did you keep it all so that I never found it?"

"The loft. I know you don't really like it going up there, so it seemed the logical choice. There's more stuff at home in the blue suitcase before you go looking."

Nicky nodded. She wasn't quite to the point of understanding why James had to do this, but after their long discussion earlier, at least she had started to realise that he did have to do it. It was part of him, something that he himself did not fully understand. She knew he was still the same person she had married and in some sort of odd way that she didn't yet understand herself, she was starting to quite like this alter-ego of her husband. She knew she didn't like other women in that way, but looking at James in that rather short white lycra dress with his white stocking-clad legs, she could still very easily imagine what was at the top of those legs, and the shapely, if not overly muscley, chest behind his newly acquired ample breasts. She knew she loved him more than anything else in the world, and although this revelation may change many things, it would never change that.

"So it's not even nine o'clock, the food's long-since gone cold and I'm hungry…" Nicky mused.

"Shall I order some more room service?" Jane asked.

Knowing the impact of what she was about to say, Nicky let the moment hang, before she said, "I was more thinking of a nice restaurant. Come on, get the key and let's go."

"Look, are you really sure about this? I don't know if I'm ready for that." Despite the earlier agreement to head for the lobby, this was a much bigger step, and Jane was nervous. Really nervous.

"Jane, as I am going to call you while you look like this; you really do look rather convincing. Your make up isn't half bad – perhaps a little training further down the line; somehow you have managed to give yourself a great figure – all in all you do look like a woman, a pretty woman at that. Until today, you have put on lingerie – something that all women know what fantastic sensations and feelings that gives. You've applied make up to yourself and clearly enjoy that – it's even better when someone else puts it on for you… You now know the feeling of what it is like to dress head to toe as a woman and look pretty damn convincing, standing in front of a mirror."

Jane was still very nervous, but nodded slowly, dropping her head at Nicky's strong gaze.

"Today, other people have seen you here and noticed you as an attractive woman. First me, then the girl at the front desk; Anna, did you say her name was? I know you were extremely apprehensive and I know you were only doing it to do what I was asking of you, but thinking now, how did that feel?"

Jane stood and looked up at Nicky, a new understanding starting to dawn. "There was that couple in the elevator too. I know he was an old man, but it actually felt pretty good when his wife told him off for staring."

"You blushed too!" Jane blushed again at this comment.

"Yeh, I did, didn't I," she admitted, a little embarrassed.

"My point is that simply looking like a woman in the privacy of your hotel room is not BEING a woman. It's not feeling what it's truly like to be a woman. There's an awful lot more to it than that – some of it not so good. Grass greener and all that. On the whole, though, it's fabulous and if I'm going to help with this," Nicky paused for a moment to think about what she was about to say, "then I want you to experience more. I'm not going to stay cooped up in a hotel room in Cannes just to show you how to apply eye shadow better! Come with me and start learning. I know you're nervous, but isn't everybody when trying something new?"

"I guess you're right Nicky – as you almost always are darling," Jane admitted.

"Less of the 'almost' please lover," she admonished jokingly. "Just a few conditions though honey."

Jane looked decidedly nervous again, and it clearly showed. "What conditions?"

"The conditions are, one, that you never practice this again alone, without my involvement, other than with my express permission." Nicky paused to gauge what the conditions were having on her husband – s/he was nodding slowly, so she continued. "Two, that we purchase items together, both in person and on the internet – I'm not having you look like some sort of unfashionable prude. Three, that whilst you're dressed, I make the rules and finally, four, that I get my husband back at any time – no arguments and no exceptions." Jane was still nodding. "Other than those, I am to be involved with this. I'm not claiming to fully understand this, but what I do clearly understand is that this is important to you, and what I just could not stand is my own husband having secrets from me, and me not being involved in every aspect of your life." She let this sink in for a few seconds. "Well?"

"Nicky, of course I accept all of you conditions – each and every one. I just can't believe how lucky I am to have such a loving and understanding wife. I really am the luckiest man alive."

Nicky replied, "Good. And yes you are lucky, but right now you are the luckiest lady in Cannes to accompany me to dinner. Get your handbag - you've pulled!" she joked.

After grabbing a lovely lacy, floral shawl for her shoulders, Jane went downstairs with his wife and the two walked down the front steps onto the street. As they did so, a light breeze gusted past. Jane could feel it fluttering around her nylon-encased legs and let out an involuntary shudder of delight. Nicky had felt it too, wearing a short summer dress, but no tights or stockings. "Good feeling Jane?" "Oh yes," she replied, "but I'm going to have control myself aren't I?" she asked rhetorically. Nicky nodded, scrunching up her nose comically.

The two ladies walked arm in arm along the front overlooking the bay. Save for admiring glances, they attracted no more attention than anyone else on the front that evening. The meal was divine and apart from a few quiet pointers about crossing her legs from Nicky, Jane just soaked up the atmosphere and relished every moment. She had fantasised about evening just such as this for many years, but had never dreamt she would be here now with his wife, enjoying a lovely meal together; people watching them, passing in the street, young men looking her up and down with adoring glances with the silent answer given in the form of heavy blushing and lowering of eyes each time – a gesture that did not go un-noticed by Nicky. She just smiled to herself, as she could hardly get angry for something she could so clearly remember doing herself when she was a young woman, first coming to terms with her sexuality. Nicky remembered being quite a late developer, and although she had noticed boys at a younger age, it wasn't until she was about 15 that she began to realised quite what power she could wield over them. A brief smile here, a quick look in their direction before looking away – all designed to tease and lead them on. And then it was simply a case of keeping them dangling until she had made her choice of beau – such an old-fashioned term really, but oh so romantic too. And now she was watching her husband receiving some of the attention for the very first time. He did look pretty cute sat there opposite her in the restaurant She would certainly not be allowing him to get to the point of choosing his 'beau', but it was fun watching him and his reactions to the male attention.

Once back at the hotel, the door safely closed behind them, they kissed. It was the first proper kiss they had had since Nicky's unexpected arrival. The shock of all the day's revelations was wearing off for Nicky, but as for James – well she was on fire! What with his gorgeous wife standing in front of him, the fabulous lingerie and clothes he was wearing, the warm holiday climate and the wonderful feelings he had of being desired by total strangers for most of the evening… it all amounted to pure joy for the totally feminine Jane.

Suddenly Nicky broke off. "Stop. You wait there."

"Oh, I thought maybe we could get undressed together," Jane said, almost pleading, as she was so turned on. She was suddenly dreading the invoking of one of the rules and expecting to have to change back into boxer shorts at any moment.

"Hush my love," Nicky whispered. "Be a darling and make me a drink while I go and get ready in the bedroom. Don't forget about rule number three; I make the rules."

At that, Nicky walked out of the living area, into the bedroom and pushed the door to. Jane closed her eyes and sighed. She had just had an evening never to forget, and she certainly did not want it to end like this. At that moment, she simply yearned for his wife's affection.

Ten whole minutes had passed when Jane heard Nicky's voice call through, "I shall take my drink in here now please Jane." Jane hesitantly pushed the door open, nervous about what she was going to find inside the bedroom. There standing in front of her, in the middle of the bedroom, was Nicky; or at least she suspected it was Nicky. "You can put it down over there on the side, and then over here to me, you gorgeous little minx."

Jane's expression was a picture, her eyes wide open and staring for a few seconds, before she sprang back to life and got into role.

"Thank you sir. Over here on the side you say?"

"Yes, that's just fine, now over here with you." The besuited 'gentleman' standing before Jane began gesturing to beckon her over with his outstretched forefinger. Jane was looking at Nicky dressed head to toe in one of his business suits, together with shirt and tie and a rather masculine, albeit effeminate, hair style.

"So young lady, you up for making out or what?" Nicky asked, rather directly. The new game had occurred to her whilst sitting at the restaurant – she wanted to play along with this for Jane's sake and didn't know how he would react to this, so it was a bit of a case of 'see what happens'. So far, Jane was playing along beautifully. She walked up very slowly and seductively and hung gently off one of Nicky's shoulders, wrapping her stocking-clad leg around Nicky's trouser-clad one.

"Oh darling, I thought you'd never ask," Jane whispered in her ear, before nibbling gently on her ear lobe. She moved slowly around to the front and began to loosen her tie. Once partially undone, Jane slipped it over Nicky's head and dropped it carefully over her own, so that it lightly draped over her 34c breasts. She then slipped the jacket off from Nicky's shoulders, tossing over the back of a nearby chair. Reaching up, Jane tenderly ran her painted nails through the masculine hair, and encircling her face softly. Finally reaching her mouth, Jane slipped her forefinger into Nicky's mouth, allowing her a few moments of pleasure before removing it again and tracing down her now-exposed throat.

Standing by the bed, as they were, Jane crouched down in front of her lover and very carefully took hold of the zipper to the trousers. She slowly eased it down, before slipping her hand inside to explore. She could feel the soft hair surrounding Nicky's loving area, and she spent some minutes just gently caressing all around. Nicky was fast getting excited by this and Jane could feel her becoming increasingly wet to her touch.

Gently pulling her hand out, she undid the button of the trousers and slid them down to her ankles, before pushing her gently backwards and onto the king-size bed. Still kneeling in front of her, Jane moved forwards and began to explore with her tongue, to an extent like she had never done before. Before long, Nicky was screaming like a banshee, over and over again, orgasm after orgasm washing over her, until finally Jane pulled away, exhausted herself.

After some minutes, Nicky said, "Come here darling. Come up here with me on the bed."

Jane stood up and straightened out her Lycra dress over her stockings and flicked her hair back.

"You still look quite gorgeous after all that you've just done to me. Jane come here lover. That was like SO the biggest and best orgasms I have EVER had. How did you do that? What did you do to me?"

By this time Jane was lying next to her on the bed. "I don't know, but I am fit for bursting too." They both laughed out loud, giggling with each other. "You even sound girly you know, dressed like that. Who'd have thought that this is where we would be as I knocked on the door this afternoon?"

Nicky continued, "I want to make love to you too now Jane – to give you the best fuck you have ever had in your life!"

She rolled sideways and sat up, motioning Jane to move properly on to the bed. Without taking Jane's shoes off, Nicky moved down the bed and very gently started caressing her nylon-clad feet, around the toes, then slowly, slowly moving up, past her calves to her knees and on upwards along her beautifully smooth thighs. She reached the stocking tops and knowing how good it felt from her own experience, Nicky spent some quality time tracing around the tops where they met the smooth upper thighs. By this time, Jane was breathing heavily; heavily like a girl would be who is getting turned on as only a true lover could do so.

By the time Jane had had her dress raised up and over her bottom, exposing her silky thong and suspenders, she was rapturous. Nicky spent long, loving minutes, using her tongue as her lover had, tenderly caressing the most delicate areas of her pubic area. Eventually she released Jane's 'manhood' which immediately sprang to attention like an obedient soldier. Nicky moved up before easing herself down onto his throbbing, erect penis. In a moment of clarity, Jane looked across at the dressing table mirror and delighted at what she saw. A beautiful woman lying on the bed, short clingy white, Lycra dress hitched up to expose her stockings, being screwed senseless by her fabulous wife, albeit at this point in time appearing to be a butch business man having his wicked way with her. It was every fantasy of hers rolled into one. And it was then, almost at the point of climax that he noticed the little camcorder with the red light on pointing in their direction. Although she never intended to use it for blackmail, his delight peaked and he exploded into her, for what seemed like forever.

They both woke the next morning as the sun came bursting through a tiny gap in the thick curtains. For some minutes they just lay there, gazing at each other, admiring and loving. It was Nicky that finally broke the silence. "So?" she asked, "it's the ball tonight. Got anything to wear?" Jane smiled broadly.

 

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