Jim, Sue, and Janie

by MJ

  

Jim and Sue were making love, as they often did. As Sue knelt on the bed and Jim entered her from behind, he admired her pretty ass and lovely legs, as he often did. He caressed her legs, and again, as he often did, he though how lovely they would look encased in nylon stockings, with a nice garter belt for a finishing touch. And, as he often did, he expressed this fond longing out loud.

"Your lovely legs sure would look nice encased in nylon stockings, with a nice garter belt for a finishing touch," he tenderly said to Sue, as he caressed her inner thigh and slid his fingers towards her moist, hot pussy.

"Yeah, yeah," said Sue. "You try wearing stockings and a garter belt sometime. They aren't exactly comfortable, you know."

"Ah, but they sure would look nice," Jim mused out loud.

"Well, the day you wear a set is the day I do, said Sue. "Move your finger a bit, and rub a little harder….ah, yes, that's the spot!"

"Sure," Jim said. "I'll wear them, if I can get your hot little body into stockings!" Jim and Sue then became a bit distracted, and no more was said on the subject that night.

A week passed, and Jim forgot all about his little promise to wear a pair of nylon stockings with garters. Sue, however, had not forgotten. She came home from work on Friday with a little surprise for Jim. After a nice quiet dinner with a couple of drinks (Sue made Jim's a bit stronger than usual, to get him ready for the surprise), she pulled out her Victoria's Secret shopping bag. "Got a little present for you, dearie," she teasingly said. She pulled out a packet of sheer black nylon stockings and another packet with a pretty lacy garter belt.

"Hey, all right! You are finally going to wear these for me in bed!" Jim exclaimed.

"Not quite, dear. Remember last week, when I said I'd wear them only after you did? You agreed to do just that. You said you'd wear them just to get my hot little body into stockings, if I remember right. Well, now's the time to see how seriously you want my hot little legs in those stockings. Put up or shut up, Jimmy dear!" Sue tossed the two packages to a now blushing and stammering Jim.

"Um, er, well now…"

"None of that! You said you would, and I'm holding you to your promise. I'll make it worth your while, believe me!" she said, with a lascivious leer.

"Well, if you put it that way…why not?" said Jim, who by now was getting just a bit tipsy. They moved into the bedroom, and Jim took off his pants. "So how do you get these on, anyway?", he asked as he started to stuff his feet into the hose.

"Not so fast, big boy. You think you can wear those with that underwear? Take them off!" Sue tossed him a pair of lacy panties. "They just wouldn't look right with boxers. And those legs! You absolutely have to shave them! Remember, you said you'd see what a pain it is for me to wear stuff like that, and that includes shaving."

"But I can't shave my legs! What would people think if they saw them like that!" Jim protested.

"It's winter, you moron. You aren't walking around in shorts. Your hair will grow back long before summer."

"What if I'm at the club, in the locker room?" Jim was grasping at straws, as they had quit the court club two months earlier.

"Quit grasping at straws," she retorted. "Get in the bathroom, lather up with shaving cream, and get those legs cleaned up. Then I'll show you how to get the stockings and garters on."

With a sigh, Jim obeyed. Sue helped him with the intricacies of shaving legs so he didn't cut himself to ribbons. Finally she was satisfied. She ran her hands over his now-smooth legs, and nodded appreciatively. "Very nice," she said. "You don't have a bad pair of legs at all."

"Okay, give me the panties and show me how to put on the stockings," Jim groused. "Or do you want me to shave my armpits too?"

"Hmmm," said Sue. "Maybe. Naw. Keep them hairy. You can be a European gal."

"Gal?" said Jim, as he pulled on the panties. The feel was surprisingly erotic as the clingy nylon slid over his ass and covered his stiffening member. It was actually quite nice, though by this time he wasn't sure he wanted to admit that to Sue. However, judging by how she was eying his erection, she could figure it out for herself.

"The garter belt is pretty easy to get on," she said. "Just wrap it around your waist, and hook it in the front. Just like that. Now, bunch up a stocking and carefully put your foot into the stocking's foot. Yes, like that. Now very carefully pull the stocking up your leg."

Again, Jim marveled at the sensuous feel as the black nylon slid up his now smooth legs. He fumbled a bit with fastening the reinforced stocking top to the garters, but after a bit got the hang of it. The other one soon was attached too.

"Now, stand up, let me look at your sexy legs," Sue said. "Turn around. Good…nice ass, nice legs!"

"Okay, your turn," said Jim, and he started to unfasten the garters.

Sue smacked him in the ass. "Not so fast, big boy. We aren't done yet. Now that you are dolled up a bit like a girl, we need to complete the effect, so you know what we gals have to put up with! THEN we can play!"

"Now what?" Jim asked.

"Makeup" Sue responded. "Go into the bathroom and give yourself a really close shave. I'll put some makeup on you, and a wig, and we'll make you look real pretty." Jim started to protest, but the drinks and the eroticism of the panties and hose made him compliant.

"Sure, why not?" he said. After the shave, Sue sat him down and prepared to apply a pancake makeup to his entire face, to smooth out the complexion. Skilful use of eyeliner, eye shadow, and lipstick soon transformed Jim's face. He wasn't exactly beautiful, but the net result wasn't too bad. Except for his short hair, which could not be made to look feminine. Out of her magic bag Sue pulled out a realistic wig of long blonde hair. She put it on his head, stepped back, and whistled.

"Not bad! You are almost pretty! The only thing that mars the whole appearance is your bare, flat chest!" Once again, Sue reached into her bag and withdrew more surprises. In her hand was a lacy bra that matched the panties, and a pair of inserts designed to increase a woman's cup size. "I don't think we can give you nice cleavage just yet, but these should work for now. Put the bra on (it closes in front, so it's quite easy!) and stuff these falsies in. Ah yes, much better! Good thing you don't have a hairy chest, I don't think I could get you to shave there!" Once again Sue had Jim stand up and model for her. He made quite a fetching sight in his sheer black nylons, tight panties (albeit a bit unusual-looking with a bulge in them), bra, long blonde hair, and expertly-applied makeup. She ran her hands up his stocking clad legs and along his panty covered ass. Jim felt things stiffening a bit again.

"Almost done! Sue said. "Stay right here, I have a few more packages to get."

"Jim sat on the bed, wondering what was coming next. This was going a bit far, but he had to admit it was kind of fun. He kept looking at his legs, then his made-up face in the mirror. Sue had put dark red lipstick on him, and he had to admit he liked the look. Of course, he'd have preferred it on Sue, but still. And, he couldn't keep his hands off his legs. The silky smooth feeling of the stockings was enthralling. Just like he imagined it would be if he were feeling Sue's legs. His hand strayed up to his panties and that incongruous bulge. He gave a guilty start as Sue came back into the room.

"Ah ah ah! Not yet, dearie. Plenty of time for that later. Here's the rest of your outfit." From yet another bag, Sue pulled out a white blouse and slim black skirt with a small slit on one side. "Get these on, and we're almost done."

Jim complied. As he pulled on the skirt, he said, "Shouldn't this be a little bit shorter? It's only just above the knee."

"My dear, you have a lot to learn about presentation. When you wear stockings, the idea is to look demure, but leave the potential for that accidental glimpse of your stocking tops. Now THAT is sexy!" Sure enough, a fully-dressed Jim was almost ravishing in white blouse, black slit skirt, and the black stockings that started it all. So long as you didn't look too closely at his face, you could swear he was a woman.

"You said we're almost done," Jim said. "What next?"

"Well, you can hardly prance around in your stocking feet all day. You need some shoes to go with your outfit. We'll stick with low heels for now; you have to learn to walk with higher heels and I don't want you to break your pretty ankle!" Sue tossed him a pair of low, simple yet pretty, black pumps. "The final touches…a gold chain for your neck, and a handbag to complete your outfit." Sue fastened the chain around Jim's neck, and handed him the bag. He peered inside, and exclaimed in surprise.

"There are cigarettes in here! I don't smoke!"

"No, Jim doesn't smoke, but Janie does."

"Janie? What do you mean?"

"Well, you can't dress up like that and be called Jim, can you?" Sue asked reasonably. "And the ciggies, well, girls can look sexy with cigarettes and I want you to look sexy. So light up."

Janie did as he/she was told, and cautiously lit up a cigarette. Sue had thoughtfully provided a Zippo lighter. He took a small drag and cautiously inhaled. They were light cigarettes so it wasn't too much of a shock. Janie coyly looked at Sue and blew out a cloud of smoke. Sue, she noticed, had pulled out a digital camera and was busy taking pictures. She began to pose Janie, having her expose some leg, blow smoke seductively, unbutton her blouse. Janie was getting into it, and again found that the bulge in her panties began to grow. It really grew when Sue put the camera aside and began fondling Janie's legs and started kissing her. There was something quite erotic about two attractive people, one a man and one a woman, but both dressed the same, both with lipstick, kissing and fondling one another. Finally Sue guided Janie's hand up under her skirt, and Janie found what he/she had been wishing for…stockings and garters on Sue's hot little body. The love-making was pretty good that day, and on many days thereafter when Janie came to visit.

  

  

  

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