Oh No............The Fish !

by X. S. Sillke

 

I was in an excited state as I walked home from high school. it was Friday, which meant my parents would be hitching up the caravan and disappearing for the whole weekend, leaving me alone for two days. I had told them that my friend Garry and I were going off to a rock festival for the weekend, Garry was, but I wasn't, I was destined for a far more exhilerating time staying at home and enjoying the silky sensations of becoming 'Cindy'.

It never ceased to amaze me that my mother enjoyed caravanning as she was about as far from the green-welly brigade as you could get. She used to do the gardening in stilletto heels and full make-up, and it would be a major travesty if she happened to snag one of her long polished nails. She was in her early thirties, yes, as I was seventeen she had started a family in her teens, and as I had no siblings she obviously decided that it was not an experience she wanted to repeat. Being quite petite had prompted her infatuation with ultra high heels to compensate for her lack of height, and her job as a hairdresser and beauty therapist meant that her short cropped blonde hair and make-up was always immaculate, whatever time of day and even when relaxing on her day off. My father used to joke that she even looked like that in the Delivery Room when she had me.

It had all started about six months ago when one evening whilst they were out, I had been kicking around the house feeling pretty bored, and I had just wandered into their bedroom. Laying on the chair by the dressing table was a black silk basque with purple bra cups and frilly purple edging running around the bottom. It was the vivid colouring that took my attention and I went over to pick it up, enjoying the silky feel of it in my hands. When did she ever wear this ? Not your usual daywear. I put it down and strolled around the room for a while, pulling open the drawer of the bedside cabinet my eyes were drawn to a little sheaf of polaroid photos at the bottom. I picked them up and started to flick through them, they answered my question as to when she wore it. They were all of my mother dressed in the basque with black silk stockings, a pair of silver over the knee boots and elbow length pvc gloves. Her eyes were made-up in vivid colours and her mouth was enhanced with bright red lipstick. The photos showed her in various poses, most of them quite crude with her legs splayed wide, and even a couple taken from above showing her brightly painted lips sucking what I presumed was my fathers cock. Wow, so this was their thing, she must dress up in this outfit to turn my old man on ! I studied the photos again realising they had given me a stiffy. I put them back into the drawer and went back over and picked up the basque. I wondered what it was like to wear it, I don't know what made me think that, but it was only a few seconds before I was stripped naked and was fastening the silk garment around my body. It was a bit of a struggle, I was quite slight in build, but obviously not as trim as my mother.

I eventually succeeded, and went to look at my reflection in the mirror. It felt good wrapped tightly around me, and it looked good to. I opened a few drawers in the dressing table and found a pair of black silk stockings which I slid up my legs and fastened to the suspenders, wow, now that did feel good, the sensations on my silky legs was undescribable. There was a brief black silk see-through thong with purple edging which matched the basque, I slid the flimsy garment up my silk encased legs, it didn't fully encase my rigid member, the top two inches sticking out above the waistband. I grabbed a handful of tights from the same drawer I stuffed them into the purple bra cups. I looked into the mirror and enjoyed my new image. I managed to find the silver boots in the wardrobe and, although they were a tight fit, managed to slide them up my silk covered legs. I walked around the room, my gait awkward due to the ultra high stilletto heels, they must have been at least 6 inches high, not accustomed to the angle of my feet inside the boots it took me a while before I could adopt a short wiggling stride. My cock was standing to attention and sticking out above my thong as I enjoyed strutting about in my sexy attire, the silky sensations were great, especially the pull of the stockings, sliding up and down my legs with every stilted stride, I was enjoying this, until suddenly as I strode around I felt my sap beginning to rise............... no..............it couldn't be.................I hadn't touched myself................no...................I hadn't touched it....................oh no...................oh no.................it was..............it bloody well was...............I was going to squirt .........I quickly released my cock from the thong and went rigid before sending spurt after spurt spraying over the bedroom carpet, and then dribbling down onto my nylon encased legs. I stood motionless as the wave swept over me. My god, I had come without even touching myself, just through the sensations of wearing my mothers tarty undies.

Well, that was the start of it all, after that I was hooked. Every opportunity I had would be taken to dress up in her wide assortment of silky and somewhat sexy undies, and imagine different situations that I was in whilst I hurriedly relieved myself. I usually only had an hour or so which made it a bit of a frenzied affair, but now I had the whole weekend and I wasn't just going to enjoy the undies, I had decided to go all the way and invent the illusion of Cindy in full, complete with wig and make-up.

I had already done a bit of shopping, in amongst the educational books in the bag slung over my shoulder were three pairs of 10 denier black silk stockings and a cheap pageboy wig, a product entitled 'Party Wig' and bore the dissadvantage of being bright pink in colour ! It was all I could afford but would at least help with the illusion that was to become Cindy. Just as long as I didn't pop down to Tesco's in it, shouldn't be a problem.

When I arrived home my fathers car was already hitched to the caravan with the back loaded with supplies for the weekend. Mum was rushing around the house grabbing last minute items, checking the setting of the thermostat on the large fish tank containing her ever growing collection of tropical fish, pulling the electrical plugs out of everything she could think of, and even going off in the caravan I noticed she was still wearing her beloved stilletto's, and of course her make-up was impeccable. Pausing briefly to remind me to be sure to put the alarm on when I locked up and planting a kiss on my cheek, they were suddenly gone. I was alone in the house until Sunday night. I spent a few minutes going round plugging everything back in, then thought I had better start things off with a shower.

I was feeling excited as I stepped out of the shower wondering what I would look like when I was fully dressed and made-up, I had been looking forward to this for weeks. With a towel wrapped around my waist I went into my parents bedroom to choose my first outfit for the weekend. Knowing where most things were stored by now, it wasn't long before I was returning to my own room with an armful of clothes. I started with a black lace basque covered in tiny red roses, it was a really tight fit but felt really good once it was on. I stuffed the bra cups with two halves of a sponge ball that I had got from the pet shop, they were just the right size to fill the cups with maximum effect. I gently pulled a new pair of black silk stockings from their pack, and enjoyed the sensation of sliding them up my legs and fastening them to the suspender clips. My cock was rigid after completing this sexy act, and I took the precaution of sliding a condom down its length before pulling a wispy pair of black silk panties with a matching design to the basque up my silk encased legs. Didn't want any unplanned explosions in them before I was ready. I got the wig out of its pack and adjusted it on my head, god it was a garish colour, but it made such a difference to the overall illusion. It took twenty minutes of dedicated concentration to paint my nails a bright cherry red. Waving my fingers in the air as I had watched my mother do so many times to aid the drying process, I decided to use the interval to go downstairs to get a drink.

I poured a whisky into the glass and topped it up with american, finding some ice in the freezer I added some to the drink, taking care not to smudge my nails. Returning upstairs with my drink, my nails seemed dry enough to continue, so I proceeded to cover my face with liquid foundation. I used the eyeliner pencil all around both eyes, followed by bright blue eye shadow. I think my application was a little too liberal, but what the hell, nobody was going to see it. A touch of pink blusher was applied to each cheek, and cherry red lipstick completed the effect. I sipped my whisky, enjoying the sight of the lipstick smudge left on the rim of the glass. Next came the halter neck silver mini dress which I chose because it was a stretchy material and would therefore be easier to get on, and of course, it matched the silver over-the-knee boots with the 6 inch metal stilletto heels that were the next item I struggled into. I stood up and didn't move for a couple of minutes, adjusting to the fact that I was practically standing on my toes due to the height of the heels, eventually moving cautiously through to my parents bedroom to grab a handful of bangles to slip onto both wrists. I tottered on my heels across to the full length mirror.....wow.......the vision that I saw took my breath away for a moment. Despite the bright pink of the wig, staring back at me was quite a pretty girl, my eyes went from the brightly made-up face to the rather prominent boobs to the black silk legs to the sexily heeled boots, and then slowly made the return journey. If I met myself at a party, I would quite fancy myself ! The bulge at the front of the dress was a bit unladylike, but seeing it quite turned me on for some reason. Wow, Cindy was born.

I made my way back to my own bedroom with short mincey strides caused by my heels, enjoying both the pull on my stocking tops and the wonderful silky sensation as my thighs brushed together. Collecting my drink I made my way slowly down the stairs, my mind trying to record each new physical sensation, hair flopping down either side of my face, the feeling of my lips being painted, the tightness of the basque, the strange angle of my feet inside the boots and the tightness of my calf muscles caused by it. There were just too many to record at once. I clicked into the lounge savouring the sound of my heels on the hardwood floor, pausing to finish my whisky, and then continuing the short stepped tip-tap journey to replenish my glass.

I spent the next ten minutes walking from room to room, sipping from the glass and admiring the lipstick deposit around its rim, completely lost in the host of new sensations my body was feeling, it all felt just so right. I went from the lounge through the large archway into the dining room and out through the double doors into the conservatory, thankfull that the back garden wasn't overlooked by either neighbour. I could even go out into the garden later with no fear of being seen. I retraced my steps, now quite expert at walking in the ultra high heels, the sight of my painted nails clutching my whisky glass boosting my excitement. I replenished the glass again, I had better slow down a bit, I would hate to be incapable of filling my rubber after all the effort I had made in creating Cindy. The size and feeling inside my black silk panties told me that it wouldn't be a problem at the moment, all the strutting about in my mega heels and feminine finery had agitated my member to bursting point, and although I had every intention of experiencing another unassisted explosion in my undies I wanted to delay it as long as possible, which is what prompted me to be still for a while and rest on the edge of the dining room table, admiring the black silk encased legs dissappearing into the top of the silver boots.

I was suddenly jolted from my self admiration by the sound of a key in the front door...what the...the sound of someone gently humming as they stepped into the hallway...oh no...who.....I had no escape route, with heart pounding I walked on tiptoe out through the double doors into the conservatory, and with nowhere else to go, crouched down behind one of the doors. The humming got louder as the visitor walked into the lounge, and then walked across to tap the side of the tropical fish tank. Who the hell was it ? Then it suddenly dawned on me, of course, they thought I was going to be away for the weekend as well - they had arranged for someone to come in to feed the bloody fish !!! How could I have been so stupid, why hadn't I thought of it ?

But I still didn't know who it was, until I heard the voice of the good samaritan, it was unmistakeable !

"Hello fishy-wishy's, your uncle come to feed you your steak and chip supper, or maybe you prefer a bit of venison with sautee potatoes eh, my little wiggly ones, wouldn't you just look so pretty on a slice of toast ?"

It was my mums brother, Clifford, not only gay, but ragingly effeminately so, announcing it to the world with his limp-wristed 'daaarlings' and assorted innuendo. Why him, out of everyone she knows, why choose him to come to feed the bloody fish ? He continued to chatter away aimlessly to the fish whilst I presumed he was pouring the food into the tank. My glass !!!! I had left my half full whisky glass on the dining room table where I had been perched ! How was I going to get out of this ?

Finishing his one-sided conversation with the fish, he resumed his humming, and it was getting louder, which could only mean that he was coming through into the dining room ! My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he would be able to hear it. The humming stopped. I looked up from under my pink fringe to see him looking down at me from the other side of the glass.

"Well hello there sweet thing, what are you doing hiding down there from your favourite uncle ? Come on in here darling, and let's have a look at you."

I slowly stood up from my crouched position, rebalancing myself on my mega heels, and moved around the door to stand in the doorway.

"No need to blush under that pretty make-up sweet pea, you're looking cute all dressed up darling."

"I'm not gay or anything...I.....er......I just like the feeling."

"Course you do chickadee, no harm in that, dressing in girly undies makes you horny eh ? Well, bless me, I come round to feed gobbly mouthed fish and find a gobbly mouthed bimbette as well, and a very pretty little bimbette at that. Show me what you're wearing underneath darling."

I slowly reached down to the hem of the mini skirt and raised it upwards, stopping at my waist. He motioned for it to go higher. I pulled it up high enough to expose the top of the black silk basque. His eyes travelled up my silk covered legs, over my bulging panties and up to the more than adequately filled cups of my false titties. I wanted the ground to open up, my shame increased by the fact that I had retained my raging hard-on despite being caught dressed in my mothers underwear. He reached down to pull the waistband of my silk panties out from my body and peered inside.

"Hey sweet pea, you're all rubbered up for action."

"Its just.......to.....er...... to stop me from......er......from filling my panties up when I walk around."

"Ooohhh sweet darling, you're telling me that you can pop yourself off just by walking around dressed up like that ? Sweet pea, this I've got to see. Come on through, and slip that dress off, its only obscuring the view of your sweet little silkies darling, and I want a clear view if you're going to fill that rubber in your panties."

He walked through to the lounge with me following and struggling to lift the mini skirt over my head without taking my pink wig with it, my heels clacking a tune on the floor. I eventually succeeded, and stood uncertainly in the archway of the lounge, feeling incredibly exposed standing there in just my basque, panties, silk stockings and boots. It unnerved me that my cock was still rigid inside its silk cocoon. He sat down on the sofa.

"Let the show commence darling, you do look cute dressed like that. My partner Sam would like you, he often slips into his feminine finery, makes him horny just like you, does nothing for me but if it gives him a raging stiffy, then I reap the benifits darling. How about you pushing your willy out tight in those nice silk panties sweet pea, help you get your rocks off against the silk ?"

I reached down inside my panties to push my excited cock out from my body to stick out in front of me, held in that position by the tightness of the silk covering. Nervously I started to walk up and down the lounge, I was sure that my face was showing bright red through my make-up, I couldn't believe I was doing this, strutting up and down in front of Clifford, dressed in a basque and stockings with sky scraper heeled boots and my cock pointing out like a rocket launcher inside my silk panties. The click of my heels with the short stilted strides and the gentle pull of my suspendered stockings was starting to have its exciting effect, my hands with their painted nails went up to hold the sides of my wig back as I looked down to watch my highly horny cock tenting out my panties, the rub of the silk on my cockend was increasing the sensation. I continued my high heeled parade in front of him, starting to give a sassy sway to each stride. I realised I was starting to enjoy it. The feeling was beginning to build as my cat-walk show increased in tempo, I was nearly there, this was going to be good, so good, my heels continued their rhythmic clicking, my silk stockings and their taut fastenings continued their stimulation, nearly there, so close............oh yes.........its started.......its going to............. I suddenly came to a halt, my hands going down to pull the waistband of my silk panties down the expose my rubbered cock, just as the first spurt blew out into the teat. I stood rigid, frozen as I balanced on my booted high heels, watching as the rubber filled with spurt after spurt, groaning at the relief felt from the exciting build up to this moment. Ooooh yeessss. Beautiful. As the final twitches from my cock signalled that it had finished depositing its load, I suddenly remembered Clifford and looked across to where he was sitting on the sofa, the feeling of embarassment suddenly sweeping over me. He had been silent during my vampish display for his benifit. He was smiling.

"Way to go sweet pea ! If I hadn't seen that with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it possible. Coming off just by walking about in girly clothes, they really do exciiiite you, don't they little darling ? Now just look what grief you've caused your uncle with your performance in your slinky girly undies."

He got up from the sofa and walked across to stand in front of me, I was four or five inches taller than him perched on my heels, he reached down to unzip his slacks and release his long hard cock into view.

"I think you had better use those pretty painted fingers to relieve my grief, eh, my sexy little bimbette ?"

I nervously wrapped my fingers around his swollen length, and started rubbing it up and down.

"That's it chickadee, you've given your uncle a big stiffy, now it's down to you to bring it off darling."

My mind was still confused, what was this all about, did this mean I was really gay ? I couldn't concentrate my thoughts into any sensible order. All I knew was that I was standing in the middle of the lounge dressed in a silk basque, stockings and high heeled boots, with my face painted with make-up, wearing a pink wig, my panties rucked around the top of my legs with my semi hard cock on display with the rubber teat full of my own emission swinging about in front of me, whilst I wanked off a man ! Worse still, it was me dressed like this which had caused his hard-on !! My turmoiled mind was suddenly distracted from its train of thought by the fact that the cock manipulated by my brightly painted fingers was beginning to twitch, and I looked down to see it spurting its warm deposit all over the tops of my black silk stockings. My hand continued its milking until it finished twitching. He calmly popped it back into his slacks and zipped himself up.

"Mmmmm sweet thing, basic, but quite enjoyable. Sorry about the stockings sweet pea, but it had to go somewhere. Sam and I were going to go clubbing tonight, but I think, on reflection, that it would be best to come round here and keep you company my little bimbette, have a little private party."

He didn't wait for a reply, just moved off towards the front door, starting to hum again.

"Guess you had better clean yourself up little darling, be back in an hour or so, wear something pretty for us,

something sassy with a bit of va-va-voom. Know what I mean sweet pea ?" With that he was gone leaving me standing in the middle of the lounge perched on my ultra high heels, my drooping rubbered cock and teatfull of spunk hanging below it, and his warm sperm running down the front of my black silk stockings into the top of my silver boots. Feeling used, but also satisfied, I tottered towards the stairs to clean myself up.

 

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

  

   

   

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