CHAPTER FIVE

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CHAPTER FIVECHAPTER FIVEOne really bad thing about a last minute airline reservation is that you take what you can get. This meant a six hour layover on the way home. I got in at 9:30 local time. I claimed my two empty suitcases and retrieved my car from the parking garage.Once on the road I drove to my townhouse with the moon roof open. I felt good to be in my own car again, the smell of leather instead of plastic, my body held snuggly by the bucket seat, the sound of the wind rushing over the open space above my head. I cranked up the stereo’s volume in order to compete with the wind noise. It was a warm clear night. I had to fight the temptation to stare up at the stars. I pulled into my garage, shut off the engine and closed the garage door. I grabbed my suitcases from the trunk and entered my townhouse. Barbara wasn’t there. I went to the phone; she had left me a message saying that she would return the day after tomorrow. Oh, did I not mention Barbara? Sorry. Barb or Babs as I sometimes called her was my girlfriend. She often stayed the night and since we often worked odd hours I gave her a key so she come and go more easily. We had been an item for about six months. She worked for the same company but in sales. We met at a happy hour celebration and started dating regularly a few weeks later. I said regularly, not seriously. I had made no promise, bought no ring. My burgeoning relationship with Nicole was therefore not cheating. Okay fuck it. It was cheating. Now I feel I should make a clean breast of everything. (No pun intended.) I am ashamed to say that she wasn’t the only cheat. There was also Martha and on occasion Susan, both of whom were married. They worked for the same company, but not in the same department as me, or one another. Neither of them knew about the other although they both knew about Barbara. They would call me and ask if I was going to be free on a given evening and if I could make an excuse or if Barbara was out of town; one of them would come over and I would cook dinner, then we would have sex. It was a reverse booty call. There was just one more cheat. She did work in the same department as I did, and she knew about all the others. Her name was Rhonda. She satisfied me like no other woman ever had. When Barb was out of town and neither of the other two women was available, I stayed home with Rhonda. I loved the way she wore her lingerie just for me. Anything I wanted her to wear she gladly put on. Rhonda always wore a skirt or a dress and heels. Her undergarments ranged from a simple bra and panties to long line girdles or a bustier and of course a garter belt and nylons or pantyhose. iI needed to clean up before being with Rhonda. I went into the bedroom and sat my suitcases down. I undressed and went into the bathroom and ran the shower. The hot water rinsed the airport grime off of me and I felt clean for the first time in hours. I toweled off and returned to the bedroom. Harry was awakening just at the thought of Rhonda. I opened the walk-in closet and moved two boxes at the end. I took out the locked suitcase and came out of the closet. Rhonda would here soon.I sat the suitcase on my bed, took the key out of my wallet and opened it. I took a deep breath as I looked at the contents. I reached in and took out a pair of pantyhose. I sat on the bed and carefully put my foot down one leg, then the other. They were sheer to waist güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri with a hole carefully cut in front so Harry could be free to roam around. I freed him and he immediately snapped to attention. I ran my hands over my ass and then down my thighs. Harry received a few strokes as a reward for his vigorous response. I anticipated the rest of the evening with Rhonda and wanted to start it off with a little intoxication. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a snifter of brandy. I went back to the bedroom and took another pair of pantyhose out of the suitcase. These too were sheer to waist but more modified than the first pair. I had cut a hole in the crotch of these for my head and five small holes in the toes for my fingers. I put my arms down the legs and slipped my fingers through the holes. Then I put my head through the opening I had made and pulled the waist band down to meet the top of the other pair. I was now completely encased except for my head. I returned to the suitcase and removed the box that held my prize possessions. (Next to Harry of course.) I opened the box and took out the two C cup prosthetic breasts it contained. Then I slipped them under the pantyhose that covered my upper body. I paused to sip some brandy and feel my girls under my nylon second skin. I called my fake tits the girls. Just as I named Harry so I could call him by something other than cock or dick, or penis I elected to call my fake tits my girls. I think it sounds so much better than boobs, or tits or whatever, don’t you agree? I selected a bra, this time a white Vassarette with soft cups and a lace top. I slipped my arms through the straps and then reached around my back and fastened to the two eye hooks. I pushed Harry back between my legs and then I put on the matching panties. I added a pair of control top pantyhose, then a full slip. Finally I put on a black sheath dress and a put on a pair two inch heels. I took my brandy out to the living room and sat down in the overstuffed chair. I couldn’t stop running my hands over my body. I took another sip of brandy actually a gulp. Then I rolled a joint. I liked to precede the marijuana buzz with an alcohol buzz. The effects of the THC were intensified if I was intoxicated to just the right degree.I sat the joint aside momentarily while I pulled up the hem of my dress. I rubbed my thighs again. Then across the mound that was Harry. Then I continued to my upper body and felt my girls under my dress. I reached over and took up the snifter again, this time I emptied it. I walked back into the kitchen and poured myself another. Then I took a detour to the bedroom where I admired myself in the full length mirror. I took another pull from my snifter and sat it down on the nightstand. I cupped my hands around the girls and felt them. I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up almost to my waist. I pulled my panties and pantyhose down and released Harry. Harry was still at attention. For a few minutes I stoked him slowly watching myself. I breathed a heavy sigh and returned Harry to his nylon sanctuary. Then I smoothed my dress down but the temptation was too great and I rubbed my hands over my ass and then my thighs. I pulled up my dress again this time to reveal my white slip and I rubbed it on my nylon covered legs. Then I grabbed my brandy and returned to the living güvenilir bahis şirketleri room. I stopped to get the remote and turn on the T.V. I pressed the mute button and thought of Nicole’s ass. Then I sat down again in the overstuffed chair. I hit the brandy again and then again. The food on the plane had been rather meager so I was effectively drinking on an empty stomach. I was starting to feel a nice alcohol buzz so I did the natural thing. I fired up the joint. I inhaled the smoke deeply into my lungs. I held for about thirty seconds, and then exhaled. I took a sip of my brandy. Then relit the joint and took another hit. After I exhaled I took another sip of brandy. The marijuana hit me. My head felt like it had expanded by about two inches in circumference. I became more sensitive, I felt my lips, when I pressed them together slightly it was almost like I was kissing. I ran my hands over my girls and then down my body. My dress was slippery against the nylon of the slip. My fingers tingled with the sensation of my nylon clad arms and palms sliding down my dress. Harry was alert and eager to be released. I caressed my girls with one hand so I could feel the pressure against my actual breasts. The sensation was exquisite. I pushed a little harder. I pulled up my dress with my other hand and began to massage Harry, gently rubbing downwards past my scrotum and then pressing against my prostrate. Rhonda was here. We were one. I never felt so aliveI got up and straightened my dress as I walked through my townhome. I sat in the other chairs and the couch in the living room. “I wonder what it feels like to sit here. What does it feel like to walk into the kitchen? What do I look like when a lay my girls atop the breakfast bar?” It felt so good to just walk around as Rhonda. To sit, cross my legs and feel the fabric of my slip move against my pantyhose. I returned to the bedroom and again admired myself in the full length mirror. I stepped closer and rubbed my girls with both hands, I stepped back and spread my legs to stretch the fabric of the dress across my thighs, I loved that look. I crossed my hands over my chest and felt my girls with the opposite hand then back down my dress. I caressed myself over and over, my excitement was building. “Ah, Rhonda you make me feel so good”I walked to my bed. I reached back and struggled with the zipper on the back of my dress. Finally free, I stepped out of it and lay it on the bed. I stood there for a minute, my hands roaming over the slip that covered my nylon encased body, feeling the girls then down to the hem of my slip which I pulled up. Holding the slip up with one hand I reached down and freed Harry from his constraints with the other. I wrapped him the slip and began to stroke him with the material of the slip forming a nylon cocoon. I stopped masturbating to milk some precum up to Harry’s head. I caught it with my middle and index fingers before it could drip to the floor. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the precum from my fingers then inserted them in my mouth, sucking ravenously while I resumed stroking the cocooned Harry. Then I stopped. Reaching up to the straps on my slip I lifted them off of my shoulders then pulled the cups down over my girls. Then I pushed it down over my ass and down my thighs, letting it drop to the floor. I wanted a change of clothes, something tight, canlı bahis şirketleri and something that would squeeze me a little. Hold me in a nylon and Lyca embrace.I removed from the suit case a garter belt, a waist cincher and a long line bra; all in white together with a matching pair of panties. Then I took off my pantyhose and my panties and bra, only glancing occasional in the full length mirror. I gave Harry a few good pulls then put on the panties. The garter belt was next; it was long type that completed the waist cincher. Experience had taught me that I needed to put on the nylon stockings before the waist cincher and I selected a pair of white ones with a seam. I sat on the bed and pulled on the stockings, and then stood and fastened the stockings to the garter belt’s straps with the nubs and clips. I added the waist cincher and walked over to the mirror. The pantyhose that I wore on my upper body held the girls in place so in the half light of the bedroom I looked like I had breasts. I gave the girls a good massage. Harry became jealous so I stroked him for a few minutes. I walked back to the bed and put on the long line bra. I adjusted the straps so they were just a little too tight. I picked up a white camisole and matching half-slip that was vented with a slit up the thigh with scalloped lace and added them to my ensemble. Last came the white nylon front buttoned blouse and a black pencil skirt. I put my high heels back on. It felt so good to feel the lift they gave my calves, I could feel my ass tighten and my back arch slightly as I walked to the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror again and admired myself. I started to the bathroom and stopped. I had intended to get a few squares of toilet paper, but decided to be a little naughty after thinking of Nicole. I went back to the living room and sat in the easy chair. I began to caress my body, running my hands over myself, feeling the smooth touch of the nylon on my body. One more hit off the joint and I would be ready. I relit it and took another big hit. I held it in, my lungs felt like they were going to burst from the irritation of the smoke. I finally exhaled then took some more brandy. I was buzzed. Rubbing my hands over my girls I began to unbutton my blouse with one hand. My other hand journeyed down to the hem of the skirt. I pulled it up and found harry. He was happy to have been discovered and responded eagerly as I stroked him faster, then slower. Gripping him in a strangle hold the then lightly pulling the skin over his head. I wrapped him in the nylon slip with one hand and massaged my scrotum and prostrate. I stopped and massaged myself. I resumed masturbating and alternately massaging my girls. I licked my fingers as I caught more precum that had leaked from Harry. I was edging and I stopped touching Harry. I got up and went back to the bedroom and stood in from of the full length mirror. I slipped one shoulder out of my blouse, then dropped the strap on my camisole and pulled it down exposing one of the girls in the sheer cup of the long line bra. I continued stroking Harry, my breathe coming in short grasps. Then Harry released his full portion of ejaculate which I caught in the palm of my hand. My body was racked with chills, the hair on my arms stood up, spasms shook me. Rhonda always gave me an intense orgasm. I raised my palm to my mouth and licked it clean.Returning to the bed and the suitcase I removed everything save my pantyhose encasement and carefully folded the clothes before returning them to the suitcase. I slipped into a white sheer lace trimmed negligee that ended at mid-thigh. Finally I pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. I was soon sleeping soundly

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