• FATEFUL KISS PT. 01 and 2 (2/2)

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    Many came with a matching bra. A few camisoles were included in the
    pile. "You'll understand why," she quickly remarked.

    We then moved on to nightwear, which Allison insisted I try on. The
    first item was a chemise, pink satin of course. I entered the fitting
    room, removed all my clothes with the exception of my panties and put it on.

    I hadn't been feeling self-conscious all day, but here, standing in
    front of a mirror clad in only panties and a pink satin nightie that
    only reached mid-thigh, the feeling was back. I loved the vision in the
    mirror, but still felt out of place, like I was invading a world I had
    no right to enter. My musings were cut short by Allison's impatient
    plea: "can I see?"

    I opened the curtain. She gasped.

    "I want to see better, come out of there." My heart rate shot up at the
    notion.

    "I'm not walking into the shop wearing only a short nightie," I protested.

    "You've done it with dresses that weren't much longer earlier today."

    "It's not the same."

    "How isn't it the same?"

    I struggled to find a reason. Was it because I wasn't wearing a bra? I
    don't need one, and was quite used to not wearing them. Was it how
    revealing it was? She was correct about this: I'd been wearing a dress
    with spaghetti straps all of yesterday's evening and tried on plenty of
    skirts and dresses of a similar length today, rarely hesitating to take
    a few steps in the shop.

    Of course, my misgivings were legitimate: there was an inherent
    difference between a garment made to be worn outside and a more intimate
    one, but I did not realise it at the time, or at least could not
    properly explain it.

    One pleading look later, she had convinced me to exit the fitting room
    dressed as I was. I anxiously stepped out, barely. She urged me to walk
    towards her, then walked around me, to inspect me from every angle.

    I, a man in a pink satin nightie, was now in full view of anyone in the
    shop. In fact, even people looking into the shop from the mall could see
    me. I'd never felt this naked.

    Allison kept me distracted from that feeling by asking me my opinions
    about the fit, the cut, the length, the colour and every little detail
    of the chemise I was wearing, adding her own comments.

    Slowly, I relaxed. Nobody had made a disparaging comment and, if there
    were stares or jests, I was too focused on the lingerie and my companion
    to notice them.

    Soon enough, I was modelling various nightdresses, chemises and
    nightshirts for her in the shop. I drew the line at babydoll-style
    nighties. For those, she'd had to be content with looking into the
    fitting room. Eventually, she handed me a long white nightdress. "Pure
    silk satin," she hastily commented.

    Most of the lingerie I'd worn prior had been polyester satin, save from yesterday's underwear, so I was ill-prepared for the world of bliss I
    had just plunged head first into.

    "How is it?"

    "I never want to take it off."

    She opened the curtain, looked at me, snuggled against me, grabbed my
    arse through the nightdress, as she had done through my skirt Friday,
    and launched into a passionate kiss.

    I had already obviously decided to buy the nightdress (despite the hefty
    price tag), but if it inspired such behaviour in Allison, I had all the
    more reason to.

    Through Herculean force of will, I was eventually able to part both with Allison's lips and the nightdress' caress and changed back into my clothes.

    The counter presented with bag after bag of lingerie. Allison had
    selected various hosiery whilst I was trying on nightwear and announced
    she added a few "surprises" for me to discover later.

    Another bleeding of my accounts later, we were out of the shop. Time had
    gone quickly, it was already 3 PM. I'd just spent two hours trying and
    buying lingerie! Once more, Allison helped me to carry my bags to my car.

    "Thank you. Shall I walk you to your car?"

    "I took the bus."

    "Care for a lift home?"

    "Gladly."

    We got into the car, she entered her address in the GPS and we were
    underway. We were barely out of the parking lot that Allison gently
    caressed my thigh and rested her delicate hand there. I pretended not to notice, but my heart was racing and my concentration on the road harder
    to maintain. I took a wrong turn, the GPS recalculated a slightly longer
    route. No harm done, as far as I was concerned, this trip could've
    lasted hours.

    After a few minutes, her hand started sliding, ever so slowly, beneath
    my skirt. Soon, her fingers were lightly brushing my panties, gently
    caressing my penis through the silky fabric. I could not stop a moan,
    nor could I restrain an erection. "She likes it," said Allison with a laugh.

    I was in no mind to correct her pronoun use. In fact, I leaned into it:
    "she loves it."

    Not long ago, I'd never have believed the notion that a woman would
    caress me under a skirt and through a pair of panties while I drove,
    even less so that I would adore the feeling, and least of all that said
    woman would be none other than Allison!

    She kept her ministrations going for the rest of the way.

    Upon arrival, Allison invited me in and moments later we were in her
    bedroom, snogging whilst fondling each other. It was not long until we
    were on her bed, her below me, still locked in embrace.

    I broke the kiss, and slithered lower and lower. I reached under her
    skirt, and pulled her panties off.

    She spread her legs. I was finally looking at her in in her full glory.
    I plunged between those legs, eager to worship her perfect vulva. I took
    my time. First planting little kisses on her labia and clitoris.

    Then, gently licking her opening, taking care not to enter it
    prematurely. Needless to say, at this stage, my erection raged as it
    never had, escaping the confines of my panties, furiously tenting my
    skirt. With the lightest of touches, my finger brushed her bell as my
    tongue continued to lick her honeypot. I must have been doing something
    right, as she moaned and reached my head to push me further in. I took
    that as a signal, my tongue slowly penetrating her and getting back out,
    just as slowly. After a moment to savour her taste, I resumed. I
    gradually accelerated my pace, her moans getting louder and more
    frequent. All my senses were in ecstasy: her pussy was beautiful and
    silky smooth to the touch, her juices smelled and tasted like ambrosia
    and my ears told me she was very much enjoying this.

    I was prepared to go on until she was satisfied, but after some time she breathlessly whispered for me to penetrate her.

    I stood up, dropped my panties and lifted my skirt, my penis springing
    free from the garment, seemingly manifesting its own desire to serve the goddess before me. Its size was decidedly average, but at that moment,
    it could've broken the world record of rigidity. I gingerly inserted the
    tip of my glans inside Allison's magnificent opening and slowly pushed
    more of it inside. I took a brief pause when the whole glans was in,
    then kept inserting my penis further in until I eventually bottomed out. Another brief pause to ensure she was fine, and I started thrusting,
    slowly at first. She soon encouraged me to speed up, which I immediately
    did. She repeated her command twice more, and I obliged both times. I
    could feel (and hear!) her getting closer and closer. Moments later, she erupted. Her vaginal walls clamped down on me and I soon followed her,
    with no time to pull out. I promptly apologised for ejaculating inside
    her, but she didn't mind.

    Afterwards, we ordered a take away meal. I straightened my clothes and
    opened the door as she took a shower. I had never been this happy, and I
    hoped I was making Allison happy too. She came out of the shower
    completely naked, as she would remain the whole evening.

    As we ate, she exclaimed: "you're spending the night here." Her tone
    brooked no argument: she had not offered, she had stated it as fact. I obviously would not have refused, anyway. She had a plan in mind for the evening: she would give me make-up lessons. She started launching into a
    speech (that she had seemingly honed in the shower) as to why I should
    be wearing make-up if I'm going to wear women's clothes from now on, but
    I interrupted her by enthusiastically agreeing that I should and
    thanking her for the offer. Before teaching me how to properly apply everything, she insisted to do it herself, facing me away from the
    mirror so that I wouldn't see the results until completion. Her expert
    fingers worked their magic, as I tried to keep my head still as her
    marvellous naked breasts darted in and out of my field of view with each
    stroke of her brushes.

    When she finally put the finishing touch and allowed me to look in the
    mirror, I was captivated. Sure, the image was still relatively masculine
    and my short hair wasn't helping in that regard, but I still looked far
    more feminine and far prettier than I usually did. I could've passed as
    a somewhat masculine woman.

    I spent the rest of the evening removing and re-applying make-up, under Allison's watchful guidance.

    Finally, it was time to call it a night. Allison insisted I wore my long
    white silk nightdress, as she donned a much shorter, but no less silky,
    sky blue number. Once in bed, we could not keep our hands off each
    other, nor our lips apart, anymore.

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    Our embrace grew more frantic, and I was soon lowering the straps of her nightie, in order to redress a tort I had earlier committed: during our
    first lovemaking session, I had thoroughly and criminally neglected
    Allison's magnificent breasts in my impatience to pleasure her nethers.

    As if she had read my mind (or was finally relieved I had realised my
    mistake), Allison presented her now bare bosom to my face, and I gave it
    my full attention. Some moments later, she pushed me down on the bed,
    straddled me and raised my nightdress above my waist. Again, my penis
    stood to attention.

    Allison gradually lowered herself on me, guiding me inside her. She
    proceeded to ride me, her breasts bouncing as she did so.

    We made sure this second round lasted as long as possible, but
    eventually we both exploded and she fell upon me, exhausted. Staring
    into her eyes, and caressing her hair, I professed my love for her. To
    my surprise and elation, she echoed my feelings.

    Moments later, we went to sleep in each other's arms.

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    Anonymous4 days ago
    Loved this style of story making

    I would love to be able to find myself a girlfriend/wife that would play
    like this and keep it between us girls and not bring in some other guys

    The only other room for a cock is a strapon

    Anonymous4 days ago
    Great love story. Similar to the my life with my wife of 33 years in our
    early years.

    300bowler300300bowler3004 days ago
    Can't wait to see where she is going to take Damian, in his new woman hood...Hope breasts are coming, maybe a few hormones' for a nice set of
    hips, and hair growth, down to her shoulders... Hugs and Kisses Betty jo
    xoxo

    PS She needs a new name also...

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