Vicky

As a closet cross dresser it is difficult to find clothes. You can't just go anywhere and start looking, and shopping online can lead to ill-fitting outfits. One day while crusing some CD sites I came across someone with a similar complaint. Another user responded with the suggestion to head to a plus-size clothing store and claim that you had lost a bet. Then at least you can get someone to tell you your sizes for the essentials. I thought that was a great idea.

Nothing came of it for a while, but it was kicking around in the back of my mind. One evening after a long day at work I was driving by a strip mall. And the Lane Bryant sign was lit up, almost calling to me. With a ton of jitters I turned into the parking lot and made my way to the front door. It was only a few minutes until closing time, I held the door partially open thinking that I didn't want to keep the sales woman there too long just to indugle my fetish. But she came over and asked if I needed help.

She was stunning. Full figured, but not fat. Think of Sara Ramirez from Gray's Anatomy or a brunette Megan McCain. She was wearing an ivory colored satin blouse (with two buttons open), a black skirt that stopped mid-thigh, nude hose, and matching sling-back pumps. "Can I help you?"



"I'm sorry, I see that you're closing I can come back another time," I stammered and turned.

"It's okay. Any business is good business."

"Thank you Victoria," I noticed her name tag.

"Vicky is fine," she smiled and let me in. "Is it okay if I lock the door?" she asked.

"No problem," I managed to say through dry lips. I must have looked like a shivering animal with how nervous I felt.

"What can I help you with?"

"Well... I ah... lost a bet with some buddies. And I sort of need..."

She smiled wide, her blue-green eyes lighting up, "I see. So you need some frilly things to wear to settle this little wager?"

I blushed, "Yeah."

She asked me my sizes, and looked me over. I'm also not a fat man, but neither am I a bean-pole. I was figuring this to be a lost cause and I'd slink home embarrassed.

"How much do you need?" she asked. "Lingerie only, or a whole outfit?"

"Lingerie should be enough I think," I blurted out.

Another smile, and she was off. "Stay right there, I'll grab a few things!" she called over her shoulder. Within a few minutes she was back with an arm full of satin and lace and nylon. "I think these are your size."

"Okay, thanks." I took the pile and headed for the register.

"Don't you want to try them on?" she asked?

"I hadn't really... I um..."

"It's okay." She put her hand on my free arm. "You're not the first you know. But you are the cutest." She winked. Then she led me to the back and showed me the curtained dressing rooms. "Take your time. Also, what size shoe do you wear?" I gave her the answer and closed the curtain.

My male clothes seemed to just fall off. I selected a set of steel colored undies - bra and thong. Then a complimentary set of thigh high nylons. They all fit perfectly, well almost perfectly of course. Then her words replayed in my head, and the feeling of the satin and nylon together caused the expected reaction.

"Are you okay?" Vicky called.

"Yeah," I choked out.

A pair of black heels with red trim were forced trhough the fabric wall. "I think these would look good with some of those."

I took the shoes and slipped them on. I looked in the mirror and was very happy with the reflection. I was done with ill-fitting girl clothes forever. I was smiling when Vicky called out again.

"How does it fit?"

"It's perfect."

"Show me." she said.

I froze. My boner was not getting any softer at that request. "Um. I don't know...."

She opened the curtain, "It's okay." I was facing away from her when she came into the dressing room. I tried to hide my erection, but it wasn't working. "You look beautiful," she said.

"Thanks to you," is all I could get out of my mouth. She gently touched my shoulders and turned me to face her. Her blouse was open by two more buttons. I could see the hint of a bra - the same color as what I was wearing.

"Most CDs that come in here don't bother to shave. I think it looks prettier when you do," that smile crept back to her lips. "MMMM. I hope you don't mind. But I wasn't kidding when I said you were cute." Her hands moved up and down the sides of my torso. She then looked at my modest sized erection and asked, "Is that becuase of the clothes or me?"

"Both really," again said without thinking. Her fingers brushed over it, stopping to swirl the growing dark spot near the head.

"I'm very much aroused by you," she said breathily. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back, and pushed her tounge into my mouth. She pushed me down onto the little stool in the corner. "Don't move," she said. She left the dressing room and I could see some of the lights go dim. "We are closed after all. Wouldn't want anyone to come knocking," she said when she came back. She slipped off one shoe and touched her nylon covered toes to my satin encased cock. She had very sexy feet and toes. She steadied herself on the one solid wall and started to stroke me with her foot - toes and arch. I pulled the panties down and let the nylon touch my bare skin. She stopped and took one of my shoes off as well. She got down on her knees and started to stroke me with the shoes. The warmth of the sole of her shoe almost made me cum. But she quickly put my own shoe on. And then when I announced that I was close to climax she held them out. My seed sprayed into both shoes, and onto her hands.

She then lifted my foot up, and put the cum filled shoe onto my nyloned foot. The feeling was like none other. She put hers on as well, and a little cum squeezed out near her toe cleavage. She licked one finger, and put the other in my mouth. And then we shared a kiss with a hint of the taste of cum. Her blouse dropped to the floor followed closely by her skirt. "I need you inside me," she moaned. We were wearing the same bra and panty set, the sight of which caused me to get hard again.

She walked over, pulled her panties to the side, and impaled herself on me. As she slowly moved up and down I undid her bra. The most amazing tits I had ever seen emerged. I buried my face in her bosom while she slowly moved up and down on me. My hands roamed all over her body. My mouth moved back and forth between her breasts and lips. Her pace on my shaft increased, and she began to moan loudly.

The wave of her orgasm washed over me, and mine came quickly after. I filled her with my cum. She kept moving up and down. Our lips and tongues locked in the most passionate kiss I've ever had.

She leaned back a little, and brushed her hair out of her face. I was still inside her. "Oh my God," she breathed. The smile on her face said the rest.

I smirked, "And to think I was nervous about coming in here tonight."

She playfully slapped at my chest, "I'm so glad you did come in." She emphasized the "come". "I haven't had an orgasm like that in a long time. It's obviously too late to ask, but do you have a girlfriend? Married?"

"Neither," I said. Then my heart raced again. I had just met her, but I wanted to be with her. She stood up and dashed to the bathroom. I started stripping off the lingerie and getting in to my guy clothes. I left the panties on though.

She came back in a few minutes. Her blouse was still open and her perfect D cups bobbed with each step. "If I didn't have to be back here in eight hours to open I'd take you to my place and fuck you blind," she announced. Instead she produced a business card with her mobile number and email address written on the back.

I insisted on paying for my new clothes, and she walked me to the door. "I'm off after tomorrow for three days."

"I will call you," and we kissed. She opened the door and I headed out to my car - with a giant smile on my face....