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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This might be a bed time read!
I haven't used this forum previously so I hope the story, which is from the early years of my TV life, is of interest.
As age, freedom restrictions and other commitments eat more and more into my other life the opportunities to experience what only a passionate bi- sex TV can understand are becoming less and less frequent. My memories are many in number, some really memorable, there have also been plenty of disasters along the way, but the memories both good and bad will soon become misty as time takes its toll.
My TV life has been disjointed, my lifestyle choices at an early age leaving me with commitments that I have, to a greater extent, managed to fulfill. However the memories of younger years, especially meeting and being shown how to be the girl for TV admirers who appreciate what we girls have to offer are still, at this time, quite vivid ....
The late seventies weren't as TV, gay friendly as the current times are and without the connectivity and messaging availability of the internet, which allows such easy access to every aspect of TV life these days, we had to furtively find our way round, leaving notes here and there in areas that were frequented by like minded people. I picked up a note one day while out for a drive, dressed and made over as my alter ego, something I have done since my early twenties, which asked the person picking up the message to ring a certain phone number. The message indicated that the author required, if possible, a transvestite who might appreciate the company of an elderly gentleman with a view to an hour or so of company, which would include a light meal, some drinks and conversation.
Intrigued and, as always a little excited at the prospect of new experiences, I drove to the nearest phone booth, which were quite prevelant out in the sticks in those days. The phone rang for several rings and just as I thought the occupant must be out of the house the click from the phone being picked up at the other end and a voice saying hello. Not a local accent, a little refind and from the way he spoke obviously well educated. I can't remember the conversation all these years later but suffice to say the discussion followed the same direction as the note that I had picked up. He was happy that I was out and about dressed, hadn't been expecting to have someone call within such a short period of time, as he had dropped off the note earlier in the morning as he was returning home from a trip into Darlington. He invited me round to his property. 30 minutes later, having followed the detailed drections he had provided, I pulled into a private cottage near a little village called Staindrop on the Durham/Yorkshire border. I walked the few yards from the road side to the front door, happy that a slight breeze managed to catch the hem of my silky skirt and lift it gently as I approached the door. I was pleased when the gentleman opened the front door as I walked up the short path the the entrance.
" My, my" were his first words "don't you look delicious". I had my own long fair hair in those days, white stockings, white underwear, short crop denim jacket and black knee length boots. My make up was light, with faded pink lipstick, eye liner and light blusher, the jewelry I wore would have matched the outfit for the day. So I was happy and flattered that he appreciated the look that I had decided to present on that day.
Entering the lounge area, the rear of the room opened out into an open patio, with french windows. A private secluded garden with no other properties within a few miles, it was idylic.
He had already made sandwiches and was pouring a glass of chilled white wine as I entered the dining room/kitchen having explored the garden and patio area. " I love the garden" I said "it really is superbly situated and so private" he went on the explain how long he had been there, how his life had been etc etc, as we chatted over our lunch. Obviously during our conversation he had asked about my likes, dislikes etc etc and from what was being said I appeared to have ticked most of his boxes.
We walked in the garden and sat finishing our wine on the patio. He leaned over and kissed me ever so gently. The taste of the wine on his lips was refreshing. He asked if I would like to change into something a little more comfortable, at which I said I had brought nothing else with me.
"I guess your probably a size 12 to 14 are you not" he enquired.
"Good guess" I replied.
"Not really a guess. More educated than than that as I used to own an underwear shop in Leeds in my younger years, sizes can be estimated quite easily with experience".
I asked what he had in mind, a little uncertain of what he wanted me to do. Taking me by the hand he led me to the bedroom and there laid out on the bed was a black satin, wrap dressing gown, a black broad waisted suspender belt, a new pair of black stockings and a baby doll satin nighty.
He sat in a corner of the bedroom as I examined the outfit. "the sizes are perfect" I said.
"Not too much of a secret there" he replied "I laid them out as you were in the garden earlier". "I have the same type of outfit in two sizes smaller and two sizes larger, for any eventuality"
I was amazed and not to say a little excited as this guy seemed to know what he was doing and from what had been said previously during lunch and by the way he had touched and kissed me, with an obvious experience and touch of a guy who was demonstrating true admirer qualities..
"Please" he said as he pointed toward the clothing "the clothes are yours to take at the end of the day, but I would love to watch you change from your current attire and dress in the clothes I have provided" "you don't mind if I stay and watch, do you?" he inquired gallantly.
"Not at all" I replied. I took my make up bag from my bag and placed it on the dressing table then proceeded to remove my outfit. Eventually standing there with not a stitch on.
" you have a lovely body" came a welcome remark from my admirer, "lovely smooth white skin"
I pulled on the black silk knickers and fastened the suspender belt in place. Pulling the sheer black seemed stockings over my legs as I sat on the bed facing my new gentleman admirer. I was happy that I had managed to tuck my equipment in such a manner that it wouldn't protrude, as it was now becoming semi erect at the sensation that the silk stockings were bringing to me.
I stood and clipped the suspenders in place securing the stockings. Looking around, there was no bra. I enquired if he would like me to wear my own.
"cup sizes are always the issue with bras, which is why I haven't provided one" he replied, "you have such lovely pert breasts and delicious looking nipples, which I believe may respond nicely once the other garments adorn you body" he went on to say. "please try it see how it feels"
Pulling the satin baby doll nightie over my head and smoothing the material against my body as it slid downward his expectations were rewarded as my nipples came to life, sticking out rigidly giving an obvious sign of my excitement, standing out proudly under the silky soft material.
I sat at the dressing table mirror and reapplied my make up making it a little darker. Red lipstick, accentuated the eyeliner to give a deeper definition to my eyelid. Black eye shadow added a further finishing touch. Clipping some gold elongated earrings in place and a gold rope knecklace I thought I looked quite cute, even if I do say so myself.
"Stand for me Karen" came a gentle instruction from my admirer. He stood and approached me from behind as I stood in front of the mirror. Picking up the Wrap dressing gown from the bed he assisted me to slip the item on, gently lifting my arms to ease the task. Once in place he put his hands on my shoulders and, with the dressing gown still in its open position, looked me up and down in the mirror. "gorgeous" came his exclamation.
Putting his arms around my waist he expertly took the tie wrap fasteners and pulled the wrap together completing the fastening at the left side of my waist.
Asking what size shoe I wore he produced a pair of black slip on heels, maybe 3" heel, which were very comfortable to walk in.
We walked together, me linking his arm, into the garden. We sat once more on the patio and he poured another glass of wine while we chatted again. "I do hope you don't mind me indulging my fantasies on you dear girl" he asked.
"so far so good" I replied. "everything you have done has been perfect, thank you" I said as I leaned forward and kissed him.
We approached the bedroom arm in arm and as he started to kiss me once more he laid me on the bed, placing me in the centre of the bed. He then proceeded to straighten the lines of the dressing gown I was wearing before loosening the ties and opening it to expose the baby doll and underwear I was wearing beneath.
"please don't move" he requested. " will be only a moment" and at that disappeared into the bathroom.
On returning he was completely naked and his manhood was standing very erect. It looked possibly 8" with a good girth and I could feel myself becoming very excited at the prospect of taking him.
He lay on the bed on my right hand side, "I love the feeling of satin and silk against my body he said" asking me once again not to move from my current position. He started to masturbate, gently rubbing his cock and exposing his glans. I wondered whether he was just going to ejaculate with me laid there on the bed, but after a while he leaned into me placing his hand on my cheek, turning my head toward him he started to kiss me again. As he kissed me he expertly removed the dressing grown from me, slipping the garment from my shoulders and pulling it down as I eased my body gently to allow the gown to be removed.
Sitting now on the edge of the bed he folded the dressing gown and placed it on my bag. Turning to me again, he turned me onto my front. Relax Karen and enjoy.
He placed himself on top of me and slid down my body. When his head reached the back of my knees he started licking the stockings and continued to slowly make his way up toward my buttocks. I was in raptures as he expertly parted my buttocks, pulled my panties down, removing them altogether, and proceeded to tongue me.
Again he said "just enjoy it Karen" and boy was I.
I could feel him working some lubricant into my anus and gasped as he inserted his thumb and explored the prostate area, feeling myself tingle as some juice flowed from my now very erect clit. This guy was delicious.
My legs were slowly manouvered apart as he positioned himself ready for what I thought would be the initial penetration, but he again started to lubricate me and then inserted one finger, then two , then three and frigged me slowly as I whimpered at what was being done to me.
He pulled a pillow from the bed and slipped it under me, so lifting my buttocks into the position for him to enter. I felft his cock tip at the entrance to my anus and was hoping that he would proceed in the same way as he had so far, gentle and easy.
"Have you used a inhalant stimulant before Karen" came a question.
I admitted that I hadn't and didn't know what they were for.
Would you mind if I applied some to you, believe me it will help you get into the penetration situation comfortably. They are not addictive or harmful. (I believe the liquid stimulant in those days were far superior to the ones that are supplied today - so much for EU regulations) I again said I wasn't sure, but I would trust him to do what he felt was right.
He then placed a bottle next to my head as he lifted me by the hips, again presenting the penetration position perfectly. He opened the bottle and gently turning my head told me to inhale the vapours. I hadn't experienced this before but I felt this warmth move through my body and felt totally relaxed. He leaned forward checking I was ok and kissed me.
"Is that ok my sweet" he enquired.
I nodded and again was given to proposition to take another deeper inhale of the vapours. I was totally under the influence of this perfect gent. He knew when I was ready and then proceeded to penetrate me. I'd been screwed in the past, but never like this, never with the feelings that were flowing through me.
He certainly knew how to do what was required, upping the tempo then slowing, going deep then shallow. I was whimpering like a virgin having her first experience of full penetration. Then he came, wham, fully inserted he kept ejaculating for what seemed like a full minute as he withdrew then went deep. As he withdrew I clenched my buttocks so as to enhance the sensation for him. he seemed to appreciate this as he shouted"FUCK" at the top of his voice after the first spurt of juice.
Finishing, he went to the bathroom and returned wearing a bathrobe. I was still laying on the bed face down.
"Turn over, sweet thing" he said. Again he gave me a short snort of the stimulant, waited for the subtstance to take effect then said I want to watch you cum.
"Go on girl, cum for me" doing as requested I manipulated my clit not taking too long before my juices shot out at full strength, actually hitting me on the lips and cheek and splashing against the bed head.
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