It's our anniversary. Not our wedding anniversary, not even from when we first met, but when we finally made love for the first time.
As I'm getting ready for him to come home from a busy day at work, I hope he likes how I look, He has particular tastes. He definitely likes his women feminine, and I have no problem with that at all. Many women out there may be horrified, but I just love being his girl. It hasn't always been like that. I mean, i definitely wanted to be a girl, but I saw myself as the strong successful, emancipated type. Now I'm his girl, and I do what I can to please him. It is just delicious to be able to sink into his embrace as he puts his arms around me, and kisses me deeply. All my troubles go away, as his tongue darts into my mouth and my tongue meets his. Feeling his slightly scratchy face on mine. Don't get me wrong, it's not a sub/dom relationship at all. It's just the natural order of things when you have a masculine man, and a woman who.... well, loves being a woman loved and desired by a masculine man.
It started a few years ago. I had been working overseas in the software industry and had just come back after 5 years away with a nice tidy sum. With the proceeds, I had enough for a deposit on a house, plus some left over for remodeling... the best way to make money on a house.
I bought a Victorian house that had lots of period features, but because it was so original I needed a lot of renovation work to be done. I had a girl friend who knew of a builder, Brett, and I knew he'd be OK with me being a cross dresser as she was a TS, and he knew that.
By then I was woman outside of work all the time. I got pedicures, my nails done. My hair was long. I got facials, waxed my legs, everything to look as good a woman as I could. As I was now doing consulting, when I wasn't at a client site, I was working from home. I asked Brett to come over to deliver a quote on getting the kitchen rebuilt. When he arrived, I was pleasantly surprised. Tall, quite handsome and muscular, but not too muscular. We aren't talking athlete here, just a man who does physical work and looks after themselves reasonably well. No plumbers crack here! Basically, I liked what I saw. He gave me a quote and, to be honest, I didn't even look at the price, I was too busy thinking about how I was going to seduce him.
I tried all of my feminine wiles, mostly dressing fairly sexily, but elegantly, but nothing happened. Brett just didn't seem interested. I know I'm not bad looking, but I just couldn't seem to get a reaction. He'd finished the job... and nothing. I was disappointed. Still, I needed some more work doing, and actually his price wasn't bad, so I called him in again. I needed a bedroom to be converted to a walk in wardrobe... I have a lot of clothes and shoes. I mean a lot! I already had the clothes in the room, as I showed him in there, as he measured up, and we discussed what I wanted doing. What I really wanted doing was me! As we were talking he mentioned how he loved the smell of a woman's wardrobe, just as a passing comment. Hmmm, I thought. the first positive comment. He left, promising to come back in a few days with the quote.3 days later, he called back and asked to come around with the quote. I decided this was going to be it. He was too yummy to miss out on.
I started getting ready the day before. Off to the beauticians for a facial and waxing, to make my legs extra smooth and to get a brazilian. That day, I got up had a shower and, as usual, covered my body in skin lotion, so it is always nice and soft. However, today I used my best lotion, which was from Bulgari and smelt a little of coconut. It blends nicely with my own natural pheromones and, I must admit, smells damn good on me. Then I blow dried my long hair, and used the GHD to straighten it out, and but a slight curl in the end.
Next came makeup. I was going for sexy smokey. Started with light foundation, and then some powder brushed on the top. It was then on to the eyes, and i went with a grey/silver base on the eyelid, then a darker smokey grey in the outside corner going over the brow bone and into the inner corner, but leaving the eyelid mostly as it was. Then filled in my eyebrows, and then used a white/silver to fill in the space between the dark grey and the eyebrows, and then blended everything. Mascara was next. Lancome eyelash defining. Really lengthens the eyelashes, and makes sthem pop! Leaving the mascara to dry, I then put on an orangey/red blusher on my cheeks. Back to the eyes, and line them with a black eyeliner, and blend again so they were smoking! Finally, the lips. My genetic heritage had granted me three blessings... a sticky out bum, a bit of chest fat (so I could create a small cleavage) and full lips. As I outlined the lips in red lip liner and then filled them in with an everlasting red lipstick, that matched my nails and toes.. I thought this guy did not stand a chance! If I got no reaction this time, he must be gay! I looked at myself in the mirror and I was pretty happy with what I saw. I sprayed the perfume to match the body lotion behind my ears, in the middle of my chest, wrists, behind my knees and a dash in my pubic area. Now off to get dressed.
I went to my lingerie draw and took out my favourite Victoria's secret basque and matching g-string. This thing is gorgeous. It's black with stones encrusted all over it. You feel hot just putting it on. Next came the stay ups. It's sort of bizarre, but even with suspenders, I still wear stayups, as I think they site better on my legs. Rolling the black stockings up my legs sent shivers through me. One of the nicest sensations there is, silky smooth stockings being rolled up silky smooth legs. Then came the g-string and I looked in the mirror. Hmm, yum! I put on my patent black stilettos just to see what I'd look like when, hopefully, I'd have no outer clothes on. They certainly had the desired effect. Lengthened my legs, and made the calves more shapely. Now what to wear on top, as if I hadn't already decided? On when a shortish skirt. Long enough that it covered my stocking tops, but short enough it was about half way up my thigh. Not tight though, it stuck out a little... to give better access. Next came a tight jacket that buttoned up at the front and so you could see my small cleavage inside. Finally a wide, patent, black belt around the outside, really nipping in my waist. I slipped into my heels again. Damn I was hot!
Brett called, he was only 5 minutes away. I put on my jewelry. Dangly earrings, rings, bracelets and a necklace that hung down towards my cleavage.. drawing the eye there. I was ready. I went down stairs, and was nervous as hell. My heart was beating in my chest, and the blood rushing in my ears as I waited for Brett. Finally came the knock on the door. I walked to the door, and opened it. There he was. The man of my fantasies. I was hoping Id be the woman of his. As he saw me, I noticed his eyes widen a bit and the necklace had definitely been a good ploy as he eyes drifted to my chest. Score! I smiled, and welcomed him in.
As he walked in, I could smell his aftershave. Hmm, he'd made an effort today. Nice! Even more yummy than usual. My heart was still beating hard. All I could think about was how I was going to get him to kiss me and, hopefully, more. We passed small talk, and then got down to business.... yes, business. Real business. Wardrobes. I suggested we went back upstairs and went in the room so he could tell me his vision. Like a real gentlemen, as always, he let me go first up the stairs. Then he definitely knew I was wearing sexy lingerie. He would definitely get to know I was wearing stockings. Score again for the skirt!
In the room, he started talking about where he would put racks, and shelves and draws.. and all I kept seeing was this yummy man who I wanted badly. Eventually I couldn't stand it any longer. I just said, "How unsubtle does a girl have to get to get you to kiss her?". His next comment was perfect, "Huh, I didn't think you'd be interested". "Do you think I dress like this all the time?" came my reply and just as I said that, he grabbed me, pulling me to him, and firmly planted his lips on mine, forcing my mouth open with is tongue. I was in Heaven! God he was strong! And he's not gay! Damm good kisser too and he was the perfect height. Even though I was in serious heels, I was still slightly shorter and my arms went over his shoulders, and my hands started running through his thick hair. What a kiss. I could literally feel myself melting as his hand drifted down to my bum, and I could feel him feeling for the suspenders and I could feel his cock grow in his pants.... Oh My God, this was really happening! At last!
He pulled my skirt up and his hand was now on my bare arse, caressing it. Exploring it. he pulled away and said, "What have you got on under there then?" I looked at him coyly, my face reddening from a blush and said, "Would you liked to find out?". He took another look at me, and smiled and then he started to take my belt off, then came unbuttoning my jacket, but he was all control. When he saw my small cleavage in the basque, he started kissing my neck, my shoulders working his way down my chest until he was kissing the top of my small breasts, meanwhile his hands were still under my skirt, exploring I was in heaven as his hand found my clitty-cock in my g-string and his mouth found my nipple. I let out a moan. I couldn't help it. Again my heart was beating fast.. not from the worry, but from the sexual excitement that was coursing through my body. Whilst he continued to suck my nipple, and bite it gently, his hands went to my back and he unzipped my skirt and it dropped to the floor. He stopped..... stood back.... and looked me over stood there n just my basque, stockings, g-string and heels. He smiled, held out his hand, which I took and then led me to the bedroom. I had prepared, again, for this as I had a very see-through negligee hanging on the back of the door, which I put on, but didn't do up.
He took me in his arms again, and kissed me once more. I just couldn't help myself. He really is so masculine that again I melted as our tongues met and my hands run through his hair. I wanted more and so one hand dropped, and went under his shirt. Hmm, slightly hairy... but not too much. Nice. I undid his shirt and found a nice hairy chest and abdomen. I ran my hands through the hair on his chest, slightly flicking on of his nipples. He grabbed my hand, and pushed it down to his engourged cock. It was definitely fully erect. I smiled to myself as I knew what an effect I was having on him.... and me. By this point, my g-string was wet with pre-cum.
I used one hand on his cock, and the other to undo his shirt, then his belt buckle and finally his pants. Still, no matter what you do, there is no sexy way for a guy to either remove, or have his socks removed. They were now gone and he was in his underpants with a throbbing erection. he stood there looking at me. I could almost feel his will, as I knelt down, pulling his underpants down as I went, and then being faced with his rock hard cock. Well, what's a girl to do? I kissed the end, I licked it, and I held it right in front of me and then my red lips slid over the end of his enormous erection and I heard him sigh. My head kept bobbing up and down on his lovely cock. Taking it slowly as I didn't want his cum too soon.
Eventually, his hands gently cupped my face and he pulled me up, pulling me towards him again for another deep kiss. I could feel his hot raging hard-on against my tummy. He gently pushed me back on the bed, and lay slightly on top of me, and started kissing my neck and chest again, finally getting to my nipples, which have always been very sensitive. He gently bit them and sucked on them, and his hand went down to my crotch where he pushed my g-string aside and took out my clitty-cock and started to stroke it. Now I was definitely in heaven, especially as I grabbed his cock, and played with it some more. I could feel his precum oozing out of the end. I wanted to suck it some more, but he gently pushed me back down and then moved his head towards mine and started to suck. Was this not the perfect man? Hunky, and considerate. I had struck gold. He sucked, and licked, and sucked some more. I told him I was going to cum, and he just sucked harder until I exploded in his mouth, and then he carried on sucking me until I went soft. Now! I thought Now I can suck his cock. I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth, I was greedy for it, as it slid in, I could taste his precum. I knew it wouldn't take long, and I was right... a few really good sucks, and he started pumping his juicy load into my mouth. I was wondering when I would be able to stop swallowing he had so much cum.
Eventually, though, like all good things it came to an end. I lifted my head from his cock, and he was smiling at me. he pulled me up, and we kissed deeply again. Both of our mouths tasting of each others cum. Then we wanted to cuddle! A man who wants to cuddle! Fantastic. We lay there, not saying anything. Finally he said, "Can we do this again?". "Can we?" I thought, "What a stupid question". "Sure, love to" I said, already planning on what I'd wear next time as he seemed to like a girl in lingerie... judging from the very "firm" reaction.