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Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2008 08:37:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROOM SERVICE PT 2
How had I landed in such a mess? Had I really been that weak, that
pathetic? Surely wearing a guest's lingerie was a matter for the police?
What would the manager say when Sam made the call to report me? Loss of job
was certain. But hell would my family find out? How would I explain losing
my first job and being arrested? I felt so humiliated, so ashamed and with
each of these thoughts I felt myself shrivel and wilt into the black
panties. I walked behind Sam my hands cupped over my man hood. Man hood?
How could it ever be that again, when it was encased in soft black panties
and had responded so readily to the feel of stockings and panties? Manhood?
Call it my girl hood, no that was wrong. What had that web site called it?
Clit.. My clit.....OMG, I was in such a mess. I would do anything to have
wiped the last hour out of my life. Anything! I walked into Jane's
suite, red faced and trying to recall the last five minutes. Maybe it was a
dream. I tried to remember Sam's words. What had she said? "Feminine side"?
What had she meant? My mind raced as it tried to find some loop hole from
this terrible mess. Sam smiled and sat on the double bed. She tucked her
long legs to one side as ladies so often do, and patted the bed beside
her. "Come and sit here sweetie" she said. The walk across the room seemed
to last hours and with each step I could feel the nylon encasement of my
legs rubbing against each other. I dropped to the bed and sat a foot away
from this beautiful woman. Long blonde hair, perfect make up, stocking
legs, pleated skirt and a white blouse that only showed to highlight her
ample breasts shape. "This is all most unexpected" Sam said looking me
up and down "and yet not unwelcome" she added. What on earth did she mean?
What was she waffling about were the thoughts that crossed my mind, as I
tried to mumble some excuses and seek that get of jail free card. Sam
smiled and her beautiful red nails patted my nylon encased knee. "Don't
panic Hun, I have no intention of reporting you", I breathed again, "if you
keep me happy" she added, and I stopped breathing once again. "Now my sweet
little girl friend" Girl friend? What was she on about? "I think that maybe
we should resume where you were interrupted from". Sam continued, as she
stood and crossed to the chest of drawers. I sat on the bed, feeling like a
moth caught in headlights as she opened the top draw and rummaged around. I
could see flashes of lingerie as she sought for something. A smile and she
lifted out a black lace bra, one that matched my panties.. OMG, matched,
she didn't mean...No fucking way. I was out of here. I made to stand but
Sam laughed "and how far would you get in just my girl friends panties and
stockings. Plus those wonderful photos. Now lets stop being silly" she told
me as she stepped towards me and held out the bra. "I think you need to
slip this on" she added. I stared at it, as if my entire life hung from her
out stretched hand. Some disjoined words tumbled out from my lips as Sam
just smiled and held that bra out. Anything...I would do anything that's
what I thought when she had found me, as my hand reached out and took the
proffered lingerie. "That's excellent" Sam smiled at me, and I wondered
how I would put this thing on. I figure my sister had the best method, so I
slipped it on back to front, fastened it then swivelled it round and
slipped my arms through the straps. I could feel the tension lift and my
man hood, no my clit, swell. "Sadly I don't have any falses for you to
borrow but for now use these to fill it out" Sam said as she handed my four
pairs of her panties. I was stood wearing stockings and matching
lingerie in a guest's room! The fear had gone and an excitement had taken
its place. While my mind whirled and I caught a glimpse of a slim lingerie
wearing girl in the cheval mirror, Sam handed me a short, skirt she had
fetched from another drawer. "I think darling you have the legs to carry
this off" My shacking hands took the proffered skirt from her. My arousal
was becoming more pronounced as I stepped into it and pulled it up feeling
the material rub against my stocking legs, as I fastened the clasp at the
front and twisted it round to face the right way. "My god that suits you"
was Sam's comment as she passed me a blouse. My hands shaken increased as I
took the blouse I slipped it on. With each new piece of clothing the girl
in the mirror became more beautiful, more natural. Sam took my hands and
guided me to the dressing table where she gently guided me to sit down on
the stool. From her case she fetched a brunette wig in what I believed was
a bob style. I sat still scared in case I would wake up. Scared I would
wake up, when ten minutes ago all I wanted to do was to wake from what had
been a night mare and was now a fantasy. The next twenty minutes passed as
Sam worked magic with her make up and fussed around me.. Foundation, lip
stick, eye line...it was all a whirl. But soon my image had been erased
from the mirrors reflection and a stunning young girl smiled back. "Your
beautiful darling" Sam said as she lead me over to the cheval mirror. I
stood there looking at my long legs, my slim waist, my breasts, and the
beautiful creation Sam's skill had transformed my face into. Sam turned me
round and smiled at me. "Isn't this so much sweeter than calling the
police" she said as her hand cupped my face. I smiled and nodded. Unable to
say anything to equate to what I felt. Sam lent in and her lips brushed
mine. Her arms circled my waist as she pulled me closer, her kiss
lingering. I could feel her body pressed against mine, as her hands teased
my bottom. I felt her cup my cheeks and she pulled me closer. Her tongue
sought entry passed my lips and I opened them in what would be my first
kiss. My first kiss, and from a beautiful woman who had spoilt me so
much... I felt her body press into mine, and I could feel a swelling
pressing into me. Swelling? The horror sank home as I realised Sam was the
owner of an engorged cock, and it was pressed into me. I pulled away, sheer
terror on my face. Sam was a cross dresser! The panic must have been
written across my face as she smiled and whispered "Now come along, it's
too late to put the genie back in the bottle. Your mine now, so just be a
good little girl and behave your self. You sweet cherry is mine and I think
I shall enjoy sampling it"! "Don't keep it all to yourself" Julie said as
she stepped into the room from her suite, "Of course darling" Sam said"
this little virgin is for both of us" and she smiled as they both laughed.
I am a bi curious and find this theme excits me, but I hope it does the
same for others. Feed back please.
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