The Meeting

As he stood, throwing his corset and skirt aside, he wiggled himself into a special design pair of black satin panties; designed to hide his manhood by pulling it far between his leg. Once he had himself adjusted in the panties, as comfortably as possible, he slid the gown on over his head. The gown was made of smooth black satin and the sheerest black spider lace, in alternating veridical strips slowly twisting from neck to hem. He had bought the gown originally for his wife. She had never worn it, and when she left, he had claimed it for himself. Now that he was dressed, he looked at his reflection in the large dresser mirror and began to fix his face and wig, until he was satisfied that he looked as good as he was going to, he slipped back on his boots and made his way back into his bedroom. As he pushed back the door, he found her in bed, the covers pulled up hiding her perfect body, waiting for him.

"I was beginning to think that you didn't want to play." She called to him from the door. "Come here and let me really see what you look like." As she spoke, she sat you in bed and beckoned him to come nearer.

His heart was racing as he closed the gap between the door and the bed. As he stood next to the bed, he noticed that not only had she herself found something of his to wear but she was now also wearing the same perfume that he had on. His head was now spinning with excitement; he could not believe what was happening.

"Turn my dear," she told him as he stood next to the bed. As he slowly turned for her, she let her hand play lightly over the thin shear fabrics of his gown. "Very nice my dear, very nice indeed. Now before you get into bed, I want to lessen your shock a little, if I can."

He could not think of what she might be talking about.

"While you were changing, I took the opportunity to search through your things, and found a few that I thought would be appropriated to be used by two women making love.