UA 1048

Caroline J Bradley

© December 2003

  

I am sat here waiting for the UA 1048 flight from San Diego to San Francisco having been bumped from the 3.20pm flight to the 6.05pm flight. If this delay had happened two years ago I would have almost throttled the gate attendant and flown into a rage over being made to wait…much has changed to make me a calmer and yes, a happier person.

By the way, I should mention that beneath this sharp black striped business suit, shirt and tie I am wearing a silk camisole and matching panties and my toenails are painted in Chanel's Sultry Red. The softness of the silk and the tight embrace of the panties are a constant reminder of the new person, the new quieter more content person, that I have become.

Connie and I had married after living together for 9 years following our divorces from our previous spouses. Despite years of trying, including painful and expensive IVF treatments, we have resigned ourselves to childlessness and to doting on our three dogs and three cats. We are both successful in our own ways, Connie with her medical product distribution consultancy and I am a CEO of a small West Coast Biotech company which survived the crash in investor confidence in this volatile sector and seems set to grow, albeit gently.

It was probably the pressures of the 4 failed IVF treatments in 5 years, coupled with Connie's near death experience following an enterotomy (inappropriate perforation of the bowel during IVF, leading to peritonitis) which built the pressure in me. I have always been quiet and, I suppose, somewhat shy and tend to bottle up my emotions. I know I work very hard and can be so focused on getting the job done that I will shut out everyone and everything, including my wife and my favourite dog, my beloved Golden Retriever, Bart. This does not produce a very empathetic person and I know I am (or rather was) impossible to both live and work with.

I never knew how it really started, except that Connie has admitted that she became so exasperated with me that she considered leaving me at least 2 years ago, my rages and mood swings were impossible for her to cope with and, whilst I never hit her, I could become violent and smash up a lot of our property. It seems that after one particularly violent outbreak followed by a weekend of moody silence and my disappearing to the office to spend the weekend working, she confided in her best friend, Elizabeth.

They talked and talked and it seems the two women hatched a plan to try to calm me down using plant extracts such as St John's Wort sprinkled into my morning meal. Connie says that this seemed to have no effect at all so she started searching the Internet for help and chanced upon web sites dealing with feminisation. She admits that the last thing she wanted was anything to knock out our sex life, but she kept digging and discovered that some transvestites use the process of cross dressing as a calming influence and an escape from the turmoils of male life. With her friend Elizabeth, she hatched a plan which seems to have worked better than anyone could have imagined.

I guess I should have been more observant, but with hectic work pressures I just did not notice that the morning pills, which I dutifully took as she placed in front of me thinking that they would do me good, had changed. The first I noticed must have been 3 or 4 week's later when I thought my legs, which like the rest of my body were well covered with dark hair, seemed to be somehow less hairy. I did not mention it to Connie, thinking that it was just a sign of ageing, but I did mention slight pains in my chest and very sensitive nipples, especially when I managed to fit the rare jogging trip into my busy schedule. She just smiled and said she was sure it was alright, I know now that she was adjusting the dose of the female hormone replacement therapy pills to try to balance my physical symptoms with the need to produce a calmer person.

The first time I really began to believe that something was happening was during our regular annual vacation for one week at a spa resort in Florida. We had been going to the place, a large apartment–style hotel complex, for a number of years on and off and we both enjoyed the ability to relax and "get away from it all". Connie would go off for beauty treatments and other girly things and I would normally partner up for rounds of golf or tennis with other guys; being competitive I always strove to win whatever the odds, but not this time.

When we checked early on evening in the receptionist welcomed us back and gave us a free room upgrade so we were happy and relaxed as we sorted our clothes out and changed for dinner. After an excellent meal, Connie went off to the spa to sort out her therapy sessions for the next 4 days and I perused the golf and tennis lists, adding my name to make up a foursome the following afternoon. We met up in the bar and after a small beer for me and a white wine, we retired to bed. Normally on these trips, the relaxation of being away from home and work pressures meant that we would make love at least every night, this first evening we kissed and cuddled and I caressed Connie's still pert breasts and licked her warm juicy vagina but, no matter what she did, I could not get an erection. I was devastated but Connie was kind and warm and considerate, blaming it on my work pressures. Instead she let me bring her to orgasm by kissing, fingering and licking her and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Next morning, she was up bright and early and had showered and dressed before I rose; she kissed me lightly on the forehead and skipped out of the room to her sessions. I got up lazily, ordered a light breakfast from Room Service and sauntered about the apartment before getting changed to go for a swim. At the pool, the lifeguard recognised me from previous visits and complimented me on looking trim and toned and asked if I had been having treatment to lighten my hair, I was confused but said no and dove into the pool to do my normal lengths. After just 2 lengths of the pool, I felt exhausted and came out – it was strange, I would normally have driven myself to do 5 or 6 lengths, this time I had no energy and less enthusiasm; maybe I just needed to go slowly.

Connie and I met for lunch, a light salad for her, I really was not very hungry but she insisted that I at least took some new vitamins she had got for me. Connie was radiant having had a facial and massage and was getting ready for manicure and pedicure. I told her of my lack of energy and she seemed unworried but suggested that I take things easy – why not come with her and have my nails done as well? I objected, halfheartedly but succumbed to the idea of being pampered whilst sat quietly in a comfy chair.

That afternoon, a smartly dressed girl called Sandra filed and shaped my finger and toenails. When she asked if I wanted some lacquer to seal the nails, Connie, who was being painted a warm deep red on her nails, said for Sandra to go ahead before I could protest. So I had to sit there whilst a layer of clear satin polish shined up my now perfectly shaped nails; I had to admit they looked very good. With time to kill whilst we waited for Connie's nails to harden, Sandra offered a facial treatment which, given the obvious enjoyment it had given Connie, I accepted.

It was one of the best and most relaxing experiences I had ever had! Months or even weeks before I would never have had the patience to sit in a chair and let a woman massage oils into my face and neck. Now I felt relaxed and very very calm as she kneaded my neck and forehead, the oils smelling sweet and a little floral but the aroma had its own relaxing effect and soon I was almost asleep. I roused at the end to see Connie smiling in a lopsided way at me as she asked Sandra to tidy up my eyebrows, which she did very swiftly. We walked away from the salon, arm in arm, I felt on top of the world, relaxed and calm and pampered and we smiled at each other as Connie led me to the sports centre where she erased my name from the golf list and, without a word, took my arm and led me back to our room.

I was in a daze as we entered the room and Connie sat me down on the sofa and went into the bathroom, emerging with a glass of water and more pills.

"Here, take these, they'll make up for last night!" she giggled. Without thinking I took the two lozenge shaped purple pills whilst Connie slipped out of the room returning a few minutes later dressed in a sheer baby doll nightie and holding a length of what looked like peach satin material in her hand, I smiled at her and raised a now perfectly shaped eyebrow,

"Will you do something for me now that you are all calm and relaxed, I am sure it will help you enjoy what's coming next?" She pouted coquettishly and I nodded, beginning to feel a strong urge deep in my groin. We walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom and I go undressed and started kissing her, she held me off and handed me a pair of peach stain panties. Without a word and using her hands gently over my aroused body, she helped me slip the panties on up my legs and over my bulging erection, running her newly manicured nails over the head of my penis which made it engorge even more. She then unwrapped the material and enveloped me in it, emerging as a long peach satin nightgown. She stood back and smiled at me, beckoning me to look at my reflection in the mirror, I looked very sexy and my arousal reached newer heights.

We crashed onto the bed and what followed was the most passionate and arousing night of sex I ever experienced. Connie pinched my tender nipples, making them erect and causing a shudder of passion to course through my body, she kissed me all over, running her soft hands over the material transferring an almost electrical impulse through the satin to my taut body. I tried to take the dominant position, but she held me down and straddled my torso, pinning my legs together whilst she rubbed herself up and down over the bulge in the nightgown. Clearly excited herself, her long nails lifted the material and reached down to release my raging cock from the confines of the tight panties, she kept my balls encased in the silky material and pulled the panties up tight till it was almost too painful to bear. Just when I was about to complain about what she was doing, she pulled her one panties to one side and impaled herself on my pole; that was enough to cause me to explode into her in the first of what was to become multiple orgasms. She screamed and came herself as I was writhing and thrusting inside of her.

Exhausted from this encounter, Connie rolled off me and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I went to take off the nightie and panties but felt quite reluctant to remove the sexy, slinky material so, instead, I tucked my manhood into the panties and looked at myself in the mirror.

"Like what you see, you sexy beast?" Connie had emerged from the bathroom and was looking at me appraisingly. Much to my surprise, I instantly got another huge erection and, seeing this, Connie sank to her knees and lifted the hem of the nightgown over her head, my legs almost buckled as I felt her grab my penis from within the panties and hungrily start taking it into her mouth. In all our years of marriage she had never given me a blow job, now here I was standing in front of a mirror dressed in a peach nightgown and being blown off by my wife, it was wonderful !! I came again very quickly and Connie emerged, her lipstick smeared and drops of cum on her chin, smiling from beneath the folds of my nightgown. My nightgown! I had just realised that the peach satin gown fitted me perfectly, yet I was much bigger then Connie, she must have planned this for some time!

"What's going on?" I asked, she smiled,

"Why, lover, you not like what we just did?" I just grinned and, to my surprise, the nightgown started to tent again as another erection began,

"Ooh, more, yes please." Connie threw me down on the bed and straddled me again, before long we were thrusting and moaning before coming together in a mass of satin, sweat and semen. This repeating cycle continued well into the early morning as I seemed incapable of staying flaccid for more than 5 or 10 minutes and Connie seemed insatiable.

Eventually, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep, waking the following morning with aches in my thighs, sore nipples, a shrunken flaccid penis, drained balls and my body encased in a rumpled peach nightgown and matching panties. Connie had left for her daily treatment programme and had left a note on the table in the sitting room,

"Hi sexy. Last night was just incredible!! I'll see you in the restaurant for lunch. Don't forget your pills, we need to keep your strength up. Love, C"

I dutifully swallowed the 4 pills next to the note and caught my reflection in the mirror. Mmm, not bad really I could almost fancy myself. Hanging the stained nightgown up in the bathroom I shaved (although it was getting less and less obvious that I needed to) and showered, noticing that my shrunken manhood did not even register the manipulations of shower gel and soap that used to presage the morning wank of months ago. Towelling myself dry I noticed my nipples were very tender and seemed a little swollen, but maybe that was last night's excess passion. I padded into the bedroom and called down to room service for some breakfast – boy was I hungry, then I looked to get dressed for the day.

In my drawer at the bedside were my boxer shorts, but on top of them was a pair of white silk panties with a heart-shaped bow and a small post-it note with a kiss "from Connie". Without hesitation, I slipped the panties on and hid my shrunken manhood by tucking it between my legs; I then donned sweat pants and polo shirt and waited for my breakfast. Later that morning I got in a round of golf with 3 other hotel guests, but my heart was not in the game and my partner and I were roundly beaten.

At lunch, Connie bounced into the restaurant and kissed me passionately, her eyes sparkling as she looked me up and down.

"You got those tight panties on, sexy?" she whispered, I nodded and she squeezed my hand, "good, the thought of it turns me on". We ate sparsely and after lunch walked through the gardens to the hotel's shopping mall where we browsed amongst the t-shirts and sports gear. We talked about life in general but did not refer to last night's passionate embraces, holding hands like we did when we were first going out together. A few of the passers by smiled at us, but we were too engrossed in each other.

"I'm going for a waxing and body massage now, want to join me?" Connie looked up into my eyes, I felt a deep love for her and nearly started to cry. "Go on, a lot of men shave their bodies to look smooth and sexy, I'd like it if you did and maybe we could feel each other's soft smooth bodies later?" I tried to protest, but we were outside the beauty salon and the thought of being pampered again was too strong a pull to resist. In the salon, Connie and I were ushered into separate, but adjoining, cubicles and another girl called Anita asked me what I would like done. Connie piped up that I wanted a full body waxing and massage but that I was shy and she should just ignore any protests from me.

I shrugged and Anita asked me to strip to my underwear and get under a towel, oh shit! I was wearing only a pair of tight white stain panties. Anita left the room and Connie's voice, clearly smiling, said "get on with it lover." What followed was one of the more painful experiences of my life, the warm wax was pleasant but the searing pain of the wax being ripped off and taking my body hair with it was more than I could stand. I had tears in my eyes as Anita efficiently removed hair from my calves and thighs but luckily she stopped before she got too high. Connie came around the screen, her waxing completed and smiled at Anita and frowned at me.

"Hurts doesn't it? Never mind my love, it's what we girls have to go through." She smiled to Anita, "maybe we should stop there and come back tomorrow for the rest of his body." Anita agreed and handed me a tube of lotion before gently massaging my ravaged legs with a cooling, smooth moisturiser, her hands rubbing ever higher until I was sure she felt the hem of my panties. She turned me onto my back and repeated the massage and then massaged my back and neck, her strong hands removing tension and imbuing relief and relaxation. The session over, I pulled on my sweat pants, wincing at the coarse feel of the cotton fabric, and left the salon thanking Anita as I went, "see you tomorrow." she smiled.

Back at the room, I was tired and sore and I sat down to read the instructions on the pink, feminine tube of moisturiser. It said you should apply every two hours post waxing and that legs should be best left bare, so I removed my pants and put on a pair of shorts. Connie breezed in a few moments later clutching a couple of bags adorned with the logo of the hotel's boutique.

"Hi there, great legs!" Connie smiled and leant over the sofa kissing me passionately. I felt myself blushing, "no, seriously, they look really great and you'll be glad that I made you do it. Just wait until we get the rest of that body hair off tomorrow. Now, make sure you keep using the moisturiser, I'll help later, and don't get cold." I had noticed goosebumps on my legs as the air conditioning cooled the moisturiser.

"Here, this may be better than those shorts for keeping your legs free and warm." Connie rummaged in her bags and lifted out a long floral patterned wrap around.

"That's a skirt!" I protested, "No, it's just a wrap but so what if it is a skirt? I am sure you'll look great in it and you need something to wear over your poor legs. Anyway, where's the problem, no-one will see you and I bought it just for you." Her voice started to waver and I knew it was pointless to try to complain, after all, she had helped me last night to have one of the most exciting evenings of unbridled sex.

I took the light material and removed my shorts, Connie grinned at the sight of the tight white panties which I had almost forgotten were there. Undoing the waistband clasp I was instantly bemused by the lengths of material cascading down,

"Here, stand up and I'll help you." Connie expertly wrapped the folds of material around my midriff and closed the clasps which fitted snugly into my waist, "there, give me a twirl." Unprotestingly I spun around, the material rose in a cloud of fine cotton and then settled around my legs feeling soft and smooth.

"Very nice, how does it feel?"

"Fine, well actually very nice and cool." "There, I told you it would, you look very nice and quite sexy. Here, time for your pills again." I dutifully swallowed the purple lozenges and sat down to relax on the sofa, smoothing the skirt under my bottom as I sat based on what I had seen women do, it felt soft and smooth on my legs.

Musing quietly as I sat I looked down at my skirt and the smooth legs and pedicured toes wondering what was happening to me, yet I knew I felt more relaxed and happy than ever before. Connie reappeared behind me and started massaging my neck and back, her nails digging slightly into my flesh as her hands wandered down my front a massaged my nipples. Almost instantly, I felt a strong arousal as my nipples responded with some soreness and became erect at the same time as a bulge appeared in the folds of the material encasing my lower body.

"Ooh, that looks nice," Connie purred, "you do respond well to a gentle touch, think how mush better this will feel when we have the rest of the hair off your body." She came round from behind me and I saw that she was wearing a very tight black basque with sheer stockings and high black patent heels. She smiled, "like what you see, lover? I like what I see." She kissed me passionately and, as I made to stand, she pushed me down and kneeled in front of me. Smiling, her manicured hands lifted the hem of the material and I felt another electric shock as her hands caressed my now smooth, hairless legs.

"Oh, you feel so smooth and sexy, I want to eat you." With that her hands reached my panty-encased cock and started to rub the satin material vigorously, I moaned aloud and her other hand began running her nails up and down the inside of my smooth thighs – this was heaven.

"Now, don't get too excited, you mustn't make a mess on your new skirt my love." Connie smiled as my eyes widened. She stopped her ministrations and took my hand, leading me into the bedroom, my eyes incapable of ignoring how incredibly hot she looked. I had an immense erection at this point and had difficulty walking, Connie shut the bedroom door and pushed me against it, her red lips pinioning mine as she kissed me passionately her hands running up and down the smooth material of the skirt I was wearing. She reached down and separated the folds of the wrap around skirt to reveal my panties and then deftly removed my hugely engorged cock into her hot hands. Standing in front of me, holding my cock, she smiled,

"I have you now, my lover and I want you, all of you." She opened her legs and I looked down to see that her black g-string was very wet, with her other hand she pulled the g string to one side and then guided my cock into her warmth as we leant back onto the door. With her high heels, Connie was taller than me and we had difficulty keeping my cock in her pussy as she started to writhe her hips.

"Hang on there, don't move." She extracted herself and went to the wardrobe, returning with a pair of kitten heeled black sandals, she knelt down and lifted one of my feet, pushing the sandal onto my pedicured foot and repeating it with the other foot. I stood unsteadily, leaning against the door as, satisfied with my increased height, she returned to guiding me into her warm embrace and pinning me to the door as she thrust her hips back and forth, we came in minutes my legs buckling with the passion.

I must have collapsed after we came as the next I remember I was lying on the bed, Connie was looking down on me with concern in her yes.

"What's happening to me?" I whispered. She was still wearing the basque and stockings and I could feel the skirt wrapped around my legs, "I feel so strange and weak."

Connie smiled and handed me a glass of water and a few small pills, "here, take these, you'll feel better". I don't know why but I hesitated,

"What are these?" Connie looked at me, "Just some mild herbal extracts to make you feel better."

"Why do I need them, I seem to be taking lots of pills." I was feeling odd and a little belligerent, why was I taking all these pills anyway? I recalled taking lots of them recently, Connie was a pharmacist, what were they??

"Love, don't worry, they'll do you good." Connie's smile wavered.

"So, what are they?" She tried to evade my eyes, but I insisted, "They're something called black cohosh"

My mind searched back rapidly, "Aren't they used by women instead of hormone replacement therapy?" Connie nodded and her eyes welled up, "What have you been doing to me?" I sat up and looked at her, noticing my smooth legs, encased in a wrap around skirt, painted toenails peeping from kitten heeled sandals.

"Love, don't fret, it is for your own good." Connie tried to hold me, but I pulled away, "What is, what are you trying to say, have you been feeding me hormones and things, why?" My voice rose, Connie started to cry,

"Oh, love, you have been so sweet and relaxed in these last few months and we haven't had a row for ages, don't you think that is good?" My anger started to subside, yes I had felt more relaxed and less stressed, but what had she been doing to me to make this happen? Then, like a dim lightbulb suddenly flaring to life, my slow brain put the last few weeks, and the last few days, in context.

"My God, you've been feeding me feminine hormones, you've been trying to change me, all this getting wax treatment and panties and skirts, it all makes sense now why?"

Connie dried her eyes on a tissue and walked out of the room, returning dressed in a big fluffy towelling dressing gown. She sat on the side of the bed and explained the whole process, from my impossible temper through her talks with Elizabeth to her plans for this vacation.

"You have to admit, the sex has been fantastic!" She grinned, I smiled; she was right there.

"So what next?" I asked, half smiling. Connie's face lit up, "you not mad with me?"

"Well, yes and no. I guess if you had suggested this I would have refused, but now I rather like it." Connie kissed me hard on the lips and my cock started to raise a bump in the folds of my skirt, it was not long before we both came again, Connie riding my stiff pole as I lay on my back savouring the experience.

It was around 2.30 later that afternoon when I awoke to hear Connie's voice on the telephone. She replaced the receiver and walked into the bedroom, she had changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt.

"Well, sleepy head, what do you want to do now, I have booked us that session in the salon, you coming?" I smiled at her, "you bet!" I pulled on a dressing gown to match Connie's and we left the room arm-in-arm.

For the rest of that afternoon, I experienced excruciating pain in sharp bursts as my whole body was waxed clear of hair, except for the panty line and the hair on my head. Anita was completely unfazed by Connie and my explanation of what we wanted her to do with my body hair, but boy did it hurt! Sandra came in during the session and applied long acrylic nails to my hands and painted them a shade to match my toenails; then they took me with Connie to meet Tonya, the beauty therapist. The next session was incredible, Tonya spent ages talking with Connie and examining my face from every angle, then she plucked my eyebrows and used all manner of cleansers and moisturisers before getting to work with a palette of creams, foundations, mascara and eyeshadow. Hours seemed to pass before Tonya pronounced me acceptable, but she and Connie, whose eyes had lit up when she saw me, refused to allow me to look in the mirror.

The three women, Tonya, Sandra and Connie insisted on shielding my eyes and then walking me through the salon to another seat where I heard them discussing hairstyles. My own hair was quite short and a mousy greying brown, this did not seem to matter as they brought loads of hair colour patterns to compare with my own (new) complexion. Eventually, they seemed to agree on colour and on style; Tonya disappeared and came back with a series of four wigs, in varying styles and colours from ash blonde to auburn, which were placed on my unresisting head and unceremoniously pulled off again before a final choice was made. A new girl, Juanita, was brought in to style and primp the wig in place. She was swift and businesslike and, in the chit-chat between the assembled beauty consultants and Connie it was clear that they wanted to alter the hairstyle as soon as they could get other wigs. Juanita made it clear that I was to grow my own hair as long as possible in order that wigs may no longer be necessary – no longer necessary – what did she mean??

Finally finished, the women smiled at me as I was allowed to look at my reflection – I was astounded! Instead of the greying hair and mottled skin with dark rings under my eyes, I saw a mature but immaculate woman perfectly coiffured and polished. My long nails came up to my lips in reaction and I could only smile at the femininity of the view.

"Wow." Was all I could say, Connie came over to kiss me but held me off planting a big kiss on her, "now, now, don't do that or you'll mess up your makeup." Everyone laughed.

We thanked the salon staff profusely, but how to get back to our room? No problem, Connie had secreted "my" skirt and the kitten heel sandals in her bag together with a pair of white satin panties and a bra. We retired into one of the treatment rooms and I quickly pulled off the robe and pulled on panties and the skirt; Connie helped me with the bra and then filled it with wads of soft tissues from the box in the room. I put the dressing gown back on and Connie helped me with the sandals, I tried walking in them,

"Take smaller steps otherwise you'll lose one of the shoes, that's it, we'll have to get you your own high heels." I smiled and we left the salon, arm-in-arm, two women chatting and talking. I was very nervous and felt very exposed in public, but no-one gave us a second look and we were soon back in the room.

"You look absolutely gorgeous", Connie smiled, "I never thought I would fancy another women, but you, wow, you are incredible and incredibly sexy, how do you feel?"

I smiled and admired my full-length reflection in the mirror, "I feel fantastic and so, so feminine and I love you for making me see this side of me. But, what does this mean, where do we go from here?"

"Love," Connie smiled, taking my hand, "we can go wherever you want to. I love you whatever or however you look, but I must say you look simply stunning like that." Smiling, she added, "but we'll need to work on your figure and clothing and jewellery and your gestures, this is going to be so much fun!"

And it was, over the weeks and months that followed the holiday I spent more and more time dressed as Helen, the name we had given my female persona in memory of Connie's late sister. I eventually sold my stake in my company and, with the money, we went together to Thailand for me to have breast implants and reconstruction surgery to my face and to enhance my hips. The hormone therapy was enhanced with advice from experts in gender reassignment and my own male equipment was protected using locally applied testosterone patches. Finally, and the most difficult of all, was the hours of tuition on walking and hand gestures, the correct way to sit and, of course, to change my voice to a more feminine timbre and to alter how I spoke.

Two year's later, I am now working for Connie as one of her team of specialist sales people all of whom are female and none of whom know my true identity. I have managed to acquire the identity of Connie's late sister as I am about the same age and Connie still had her birth certificates and other personal details which have allowed me to become Helen full time. Connie and I still live together and are married and we have the most amazing sex life.

We have been out together as sisters and on dates with men. I admit to being attracted to some of the guys we have been out with, but I have never taken it beyond some heavy kissing in the car on the way home. Connie has been very sweet and has said that she would not mind if I wanted to go all the way; I am not sure and respect her and love her too much to risk or relationship. However, I will admit that being dressed provocatively and feeling incredible sexy and feminine has helped me in getting the sales targets that contribute to the success of Coonie's business!

So, here I am, relaxed sat waiting for my flight. What am I wearing? As I said in the introduction to my story,

".. beneath this sharp black striped business suit, shirt and tie I am wearing a silk camisole and matching panties and my toenails are painted in Chanel's Sultry Red"

The suit is by Dior and has the most divine short split skirt with a matching tightly waisted jacket. My shirt is in the palest pink silk and the tie is by Versace in the most feminine of deep pink. My long smooth legs are encased in sheer pantyhose from Chanel leading into black patent 4" heel pumps and I have on a matching set of diamond earrings, bracelet and necklace. I can feel the eyes of the assembled businessmen caressing my body, and I just love the attention. The flight has been called and I pick up my smart black leather briefcase and handbag, show my boarding pass and photo ID to the gate stewardess and settle down in first call for the flight home to my darling Connie.

 

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