Today Is the First Day of the Rest of My Life

by Rosie

 

I enter the guy's office. Job interview.

"Henry! Been expecting you, sit down."

I sit down on the chair he points at me. No desk between us. I try to make myself comfortable. It's a warm day. Not hot, just warm. The office is on the sunny side of the building, so it's even warmer. He's got his t-shirt on. Obviously, there's no strict dress code. Me, I have to wear my sweater. It's black, made half of wool, half acrylic , so it's not very comfortable. Hot and cold flushes sweep over me alternatively.

The reason I can't take it off lies in what I'm wearing underneath it. A black silk sleeveless blouse, and underneath that, black teddies. The teddies have a fair amount of lace and are hooked over black pantyhose. The blouse has a lace trimmed collar.

I shift on my chair, slide down a bit. As the silk rubs against my body, I feel another wave of warmth flood over me. I hope the lace doesn't show up from underneath my sweater's collar. He sits in what seems to be a very comfortable manner, legs apart and such. I can't afford that luxury. My socks cover only so much of my legs, if the jeans ride higher, my nylons will be exposed. I don't want that. I straighten up again in an effort to keep the hem of my jeans as low as possible. I'm fairly succesful at that.

He keeps asking me questions, I keep answering. Something about my programing skills. Somewhere in between, we swap roles, now I'm asking the questions. He's replying. We end the interview in half an hour or so. I get up, wondering if my blouse rustled too loud.

"We'll let you know," he says, shaking my hand.

He's smiling when he says it, maybe there's a chance they'll take me.

I exit the building. I'm supposed to meet my wife a few blocks away. She's the one that made me put on the lingerie. I wasn't thrilled to obey her, but in retrospect, I should consider myself lucky that she let me keep my socks. I spot her soon enough. In her red satin chinese dress, she's hard to miss. She's much taller than me and she likes to point that out whenever possible. She waves at me. Starts calling out my name as soon as I get within an earshot. She's very vocal about meeting me. That is, of course, only to attract more attention. Allready there are eyes on her of everyone on the street who likes women. Her cries of affection make sure that every other eye is on her, too.

Her timing is perfect. The attention peaks just as I stand before her. She towers over me in her new shoes, the highest heels she can walk in.

"Honey, how've you been?" she cries.

My eyes are level with her breast. She doesn't even begin to bend down to me until I'm standing as high on my toes as possible. Only then she hugs me, with undiminished loudness, making sure that just about everyone will notice what is going on. A short guy being hugged by a tall, tall lady. His lover, obviously.

The heels may seem to add to the humilitation, but in reality, they are a blessing. She's not sure enough on them to do anything else but hug me. I dread the times when she wears lower heels, or even flats. Picking me up in the air is mandatory then and she's twirled me around her like a child more than once. Often I ended up with my sweater or shirt tails bunched up to my armpits, allowing everyone to see what kind of female underwear she had made me put on that day.

"Let's get you home," she exclaims, "I have something special for you."

That means something concerning sex.

She is a freelance worker and very succesful about it. We're well off. She drives a luxury car. We get in. Almost instantly, she turns on the heating and directs the stream of warm air at my feet. Before I even begin to feel it's effect through the leather of my shoes, I take them off, take of my black cotton socks. I watch my toes for a while to see how much does the pink nail polish show through the nylon. Then I put my shoes back on. She directs the heating at our torsos. I ignore it, calling her bluff. I've been enduring heat long enough through the day that a little longer won't matter. It would take more than that for me to expose my ladies blouse to the world. She relents long before I would. Turns off the heating. At a traffic light, she reaches behind her seat and hands me a black ladies purse.

"Empty your pockets in it," she says.

I pull out my wallet out of my back pocket and struggle a bit to get the keys to our house out of my front pocket. I open my purse and put them in.

"Your nose is a bit shiny," she comments.

I take out the compact and apply some powder over my nose and cheeks. Take a quick look in the mirror, then clasp it shut and put it back in my purse. I don't really care because I know we're not stopping anywhere on our way home. I know her that much.

We're home. She waits until we're inside before she tells me to take off my sweater. And then my shoes and my jeans. I'm only to happy to comply, I would do it even if she didn't tell me. It's hot enough. I put on another pair of shoes. She smiles lovingly as I stand before her, three inches taller in my black pantent leather pumps. Slowly, she unties my pony tail and tousles my hair. She gently cups my face in her palm. That feels very nice. I press myself close to her, hugging her across the small of her back. She allows me to be like that for a while. Then she pushes me gently away. I put my hands around her neck and tilt my head back to look her in the eyes. Still smiling, without saying a word, she picks me up and carries me to our bedroom.

She has stripped to her white lingerie but hasn't allowed me to take off my blouse. Nor my shoes. She carefully puts down her dress on the chair before she joins me between the royal blue satin sheets. She keeps me on my back as she kisses me again and again. Her hand runs over my body, sliding on my shapely, smooth legs clad in black shiny nylon, caressing my tummy and my chest through the rustling slik. Sometimes she briefly touches my erect penis. I can only hold her neck and stroke her hair. At times, my hand instinctively reaches out to the crotch of my teddies, to undo them, but she stops me each time.

Eventually, she's had enough. Puts my hands under my head and stands up. Takes all of her lingerie off. Reaches into a parcel on the chair where she has hung her dress. Unwrapps it. It's a double ended dildo. She gasps when she insterts it in her vagina, then straps it around her waist. I swallow hard. She leans down on me again, kisses me. I feel the dildo probing the insides of my thighs . It doesn't seem too large. She turns me over, makes me get up on all fours. Unhooks my teddies and pulls down my pantyhose. Not all the way down. Just so that they reveal my buttocks. My penis is still tucked in my teddies. The elastic waist of my pantyhose is keeping my legs together but I do my best to hold them apart. She helps me wih her hands, then I feel her fingers spreading cool lubricant over my asshole.

The initial pain has subsided. She is being very gentle and I must admit that I am enjoying myself. I find myself rocking to her rhytm. Her hands are on my hips. Suddenly she pulls out. Her left hand lets of my hip. I'm penetrated again. She turns me on my back again. I can't hold my legs apart anymore, they squeeze my testicles. She's taken off the dildo. I wonder what she's left inside me. She kisses me again and pulls my teddies up so that my penis springs free. Then pulls them back down as much as possible. Straddles me and wraps her moistness around me. Reaches between my thighs again, I feel her budging the object in my ass. Suddenly, I feel a gentle pulsating buzz inside me. She rides me.

It is now past my first orgasm. After my impetuous ejaculation, she has left the vibrator still working. After a while I have regained my erection. She has been sliding up and down on it for quite a while now. I sense her nearing an orgasm. That is good, I feel mine nearing as well.

She buckles under the spasms and collapses over me. I clutch her tightly as I slam my groin repeatedly into hers. We're both heaving loudly. My head is burried in her breasts. Finally I release my hold and roll away, gasping loudly for air. I reach to my ass and feel the base of the vibrator. Turn it off.

I reach for a kleenex on the vanity table, wipe myself, then pull up my pantyhose and hook my teddies. I get out of bed. Straighten out my pantyhose some more. I'm glad to find no holes in them. I open the closet and look around for a while. Eventually, I pick out a full black and orange print skirt with an elasticized waist. I know I should strip completely , take a shower and put some fresh ones on, but I decide to do that later. I look at her sleep. She is so loving and gentle and wonderful when no one she can humiliate me in front of is around. The skirt feels nice tickling my calves as I walk around our house. I pour myself a glass of water, then grab a newspaper and sit down on the couch.

Later, she's trying to decide where she'll take me for dinner as I shower. Restaurants experiences are often humiliating, too. She always announces us as Mrs. and Mr. Sarah Forbes to the maitre 'd. Socks are rarely allowed. So are real drinks, she'd rather order me a Shirley Temple. She also orders all my meals. Not today though, I decide.

I'm getting dressed as she dials around, trying to get us a table. Her own fault, I sing to myself, why does she always push for the upscale places. We could as well go to an ordinary restaurant, the food would be just as good and at least she wouldn't get robbed. Her money, though.

I catch her talking on the phone. She gapes as I make my entrance. Just in time.

"Better tell them that Henry can't come tonight," I say nonchalantly, "so you'll be bringing Holly instead."

I wait for her to put down the dial, then I hand her my purse.

"Let's swap purses," I suggest, "yours goes way better with my dress."

The End.

  

  

  

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