Long Week...

It had been a very long and stressful week. And Friday had been doubly so. All I wanted to do was get home, strip out of my boy clothes, and into something sexy and girly. From there, it didn't matter - do chores, watch TV, whatever. I just needed to let of steam and become Lara for a few hours.

The second I was in the door my shoes, socks, and pants were off. I made a beeline for the bed room closet and my stash. Out came a pair of strappy cork wedges. They look and feel sexy, but are also comfortable enough to wear around the house.

I went to the kitchen and got a beer. Things were starting to feel better as I stood there in my wedges, drinking a cold beer, and going through the mail - mostly junk. The stress of the week was washing away. The remote was near-by so I grabbed it and turned on the TV. As expected it was on Food Network. I don't cook like a pro, but the TV usually ends up there or on Science if there's nothing to watch. The first beer disappeared.

Back to bedroom closet I went. This time everything came off and I slipped into some gray satin panties and bra, and a matching short robe. I found some suntan hose, but those would have to wait - I was going to do my toes tonight. I went back to the kitchen and got dinner started. I also stopped by the office/dining room and powered up my laptop. This felt like a good night for some online play.

While dinner cooked I saw down on the couch with my favorite burgundy nail polish. After a few minutes the job was done and I slipped on my sexy peweter flip flops while they dried. By the time I was done with dinner I was ready to be Lara for the rest of the night.

The nylons felt so good sliding up my smooth legs (I had shaved in the shower that morning). They were a perfect balance between accent and sheer - highlighting the shape of my legs and giving them color while still allowing the pretty polish to show through. On went my pewter sling back peep-toe pumps. They often illicit the most most comments from my online admirers. I left the panties off this time. By now my body was showing how it felt about the outfit. A small round wet spot began to form in the fabric of the nylons.

I walked around in the heels a little, it always took me a little bit to get used to their height and balance. Once I was steady, I made my way to the full length mirror across the room and made sure everything was just right. I then walked over to my dresser, opened the top drawer, and found the stick of lipstick I had bought at the store the other day. It matched the nail polish. Over the years I hadn't done makeup that often. Usually only if I was planning to be Lara for a while. Tonight felt like a lipstick night at least. I wasn't the best at putting it on, but I think I did okay. The next bit was a sliver head band. My hair wasn't long, but it was longer than most guys would usually keep it. In this day and age that wasn't a problem though. Slipping the head band in transformed it from "long dude hair" to "cute short-ish girly hair". I had a few of these as well as some bows. I found that I never liked the look or feel of a wig. Plus headbands were easier to take on trips. I then grabbed the other stick from my top drawer and headed back to the computer.

Now, I don't go for any "butt stuff" mind you. But I'll suck that thing or give it a footjob like no one's business. I sat down at the computer and turned on the camera that was charging near-by. I then spent the next 45 minutes taking pictures of myself in various poses and states of dress. Including a number of the aforementioned oral and foot related activities. I ended the little session by turning the camera to video and recording myself with the toy down my throat as I errupted into the arches of my heels.

A little while later as I was uploading the pictures to the computer there was a knock at the door. I looked at the time - 9:47 PM. "The hell?" I uttered quietly. I had told my friends that I wasn't up for going out tonight, and most of them had already texted asking if I was sure, so it wasn't them. My family didn't live near enough to make drop-ins a problem - and they always called first. Maintenance at the apartment complex didn't work this late unless there was an emergency. So I just sat there going about my business figuring it was someone at the wrong door or a solicitor, either way I wasn't about to answer. There was a second knock, and this time a voice. "Hey man. It's Todd. I'm locked out, can I use your phone to call my sister?"

This is the part where I tell you that I'm bi-curious. Which you probably already guessed, but there it is. Over my life I've only ever had sex with or dated women. But I've always had a desire for a male sexual encounter. However, I'm also scared of the process of finding a guy to play with. Sure, online has lots of options, but you never really know those people. And I like living way more than I want to taste someone else's cum.

Todd lived across the breezeway and over one. He moved in about a year and a half ago and we bonded to some extent over our shared love of college football and nerd-dom. He was about an inch taller than me, short straight brown hair, blue eyes, and a slim but toned physique. I defintiely found him attractive, but of course never said a thing about it. He knocked again, "and I have to pee."

I looked around and tried to figure out what to do. My shoes were already off, so I stripped off the nylons. A couple of tissues made the lipstick disapppear. And I ran to my room and grabbed some socks, my longer "guy" robe that I had since college, and ditched the headband. A quick look in the mirror to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything - looks good. I went to the door and checked the peep hole to make sure it was just him. It was, so I opened it, and he dashed for my bathroom. He thanked me loudly through the closed door, and I caught sight of the dildo on the table. With more speed than I've ever had I grabbed it and whisked it into a desk drawer. I also closed my laptop lid just to be sure - the screen was locked - but you can never be too careful.

He emgerged and I handed him my phone. He dialed his sister and they talked for a few minutes. Yes she had the spare key, and yes she could come over. Okay. It would take about 20 minutes. Being the nice guy that I hoped I was; I invited him to wait for her at my place, and offered him a beer. He accepted both. He sat down on my couch and I in the desk chair. Abesntly I crossed my legs and the robe slipped off a bit. It was late spring, so there wasn't much football to discuss. But we were both excited for some new sci-fi shows and movies. We talked about those until his sister arrived. He finished his second beer, gave me a fist bump, said thanks, and was out the door. I had the socks and guy robe off as soon as I heard his door open. Then the nylons came back on.

I went back to the chair and rolled it toward the desk. It stopped when it ran over the heels. My heart stopped for a second, then started racing. I looked down at the shoes as I moved the chair back to the marks it had left in the carpet. I looked from the shoes to the couch to the chair. I walked over to where he was sitting on the edge of the couch and looked back. He totally saw them. "Shit," was the only sound I could make for the next five minutes. The scene replayed in my head. I remembered sitting there cross-legged in a feminine way. I remembered the robe slipping down and some of my shaved legs showing. And then the heels in full view. But he didn't mention it. Nothing. Then again, maybe he didn't know what to say. But he also didn't seem to be nervous or uncomfortable either. My only thought was "maybe he just didn't notice." So I started to calm myself down. I sat back down at the computer, opened the lid, and unlocked it. I decided that a few minutes of mindless Reddit surfing would take my mind off it and I could go back to online playtime. Until the text from him came a half hour later.

By that time I had uploaded the pics and videos from earlier, and was replying to comments. I was very much aroused and having a good time. There was an admirer who I was hoping I could video chat with, but that was proving to be a challenge. My phone buzzed.

Todd: Hey.

Me: Hey.

Todd: Thanks for helping me out. I appreciate it.

Me: np

Todd: Okay.

Then the typing bubbles popped up. Then disappeared. Then returned.

Todd: Uh. Are you ever on Flickr or Reddit?

Me (to myself) - the hell?

Me: Reddit sure, who isn't? I think I have a Flickr account, but never used it. Probably came with my Yahoo email account from years ago :)

Typing bubbles.

What came next would have buckled my knees had I not been sitting. A picture from my photostream. One from tonight.

Todd: I saw your shoes.

Me: okay

Todd: For whatever it's worth, I think that's a sexy picture.

I put the phone down. My chat window was blinking like crazy, but I ignored it. My phone buzzed again.

Todd: You look really pretty in that lipstick.

I didn't know what to do, but my fingers seemed to have a life of their own.

Me: Do you want to come back over?

Todd: I think so...

Me: You can. If you want. Up to you.

Bubbles. Then no bubbles. THen bubbles. Then no bubbles. I heard his door and my heart skipped again. I stood up and walked over toward my door and opened it as soon as I heard him knock. This time I wasn't hiding *anything*. My panties and nylons were bulging with excitement. He looked me up and down.

"Get in here," I said and he stepped in still looking at me.

"You're so pretty," he stammered.

"Thank you." I smiled.

We just stood there for a couple of minutes. I said, "how long have you known?"

"Just tonight."

"I... I have questions," he said sheepishly.

"Like what?"

"Are you gay? I've seen you with girls. Do they know? How long have you been doing this?"

I stopped him mid-sentence. "No. I'm bi-curious. I love women, a lot. Boobs are awesome. Only one girlfriend of mine ever knew and she wasn't cool with it. I started this when I was 13 or 14."

He swallowed, "I've been following your Flickr page for a while. And then your posts on Reddit. I never knew it was you. I've jerked off a LOT to you."

"Is that going to be an issue of any kind?" I took a step back.

"No. I've fantasized about meeting someone like you so much. God you're sexy."

I smiled again, "I think you're hot too."

"Have you ever thought about me... you know?"

Another smile, "now and then."

He stripped off his shirt, revealing a smooth tanned chest with just a hint of definition. "Was that too much?"

I shook my head and stepped closer. He put his hands on my waist. I reached over and pushed his shorts down, he wasn't wearing underwear. He was about my size, and already hard.

We both looked down at it, and then back at each other. He said, "I've never ever done anything like this."

"Me either," I replied. He kissed me. It was strange at first, but then felt good. I kissed him back, getting a little lipstick on his lips. His hands then started exploring. When his fingers touched my cock I nearly exploded. He then led me to the couch and asked me to sit. I did and crossed my legs, dangling a heel. He smiled wide. "I'm so in love with your legs and feet." He kneeled down and slipped off my shoes.

I uncrossed my legs and reached out with my toes for his stiffness. He was dripping precum and I wanted some. I gently ran my right foot under his shaft, and then made sure to swirl my big toe around the head. He smiled. I then pulled my foot up to my mouth and licked the sexy stuff from my toes. It was the first taste of another man's sex I had ever had, I nearly exploded again, and lowered my leg. He then moved closer and started to caresses my thighs. I felt kisses next and then I saw his tongue on the bulge in my pantyhose. I moaned in delight. He pulled the nylon down and let me stand at attention. A bead of precum formed on the head and started to run down. He caught it with his tongue. Another gasp escaped my lips. Then his lips closed around the head of my very hard cock. He gently sucked, then looked up at me. I smiled, he eagerly took more of me into his mouth. At the same time I found his cock with my feet. I started to stroke him alternately with toes and arches. He moaned, and it felt good. I put my hands on his shoulders and caressed his smooth tan skin. My feet kept stroking him and I felt a little twitch. The feeling of his warm cum on my feet was too much, and without warning I filled his mouth. He looked up at me and kept sucking. After he'd drained me he leaned back on his knees. I looked down at my cum covered feet and reveled in the warmth as it moved between my toes. I then slipped them back into the heels. I always fantasized about walking around with another's cum between my toes and under my soles. It was everything I had hoped. I felt so sexy and feminine.

Todd watched me with a big smile. He had a little cum on the side of his face. I leaned down and licked it off. Still my own, but it was still sexy. And I had a feeling I'd have his before the night was out. I kept walking around feeling the cum move.

“You have a perfectly femme body,” he said, now sitting on the couch.

“Thank you baby,” I said in what I hoped was a cute and flirty tone. “As soon as you're ready I want to return the favor.” His smile grew.

“Won't be long. You know, I've been following your Flickr account for a couple of years now. I can't tell you the number of times I've jerked off looking at your pics.”

“That is super hot,” I replied. “I think that it's safe to say that I've jerked off to you before too. Your Facebook photos and stuff. Like at the beach or whatever. I usually wouldn't do that with someone I know. But with you ... I don't know. It seemed okay.”

“Were you dressed when you did it?”

“Usually. But sometimes just when the mood would strike me you'd be what I needed.”

I went and sat down next to him. We were very close, our legs touching. I reached over and planted a kiss on his lips, and my hand found his inner thigh. He was “half hard” when my fingers wrapped aroud him. Our kiss deepened as I stroked him back to erection. I kissed my way down his fit body and then got on my knees between his legs. I smiled up at him and then put his head in my mouth. I sucked a bit and swirled my tounge. This was my first blow job on a real cock, so it was all going to be new. Sure, I knew what I liked, but giving one for real was entirely different. I stroked him while still working the head. Then I took him all the day down as far as I could go. And it felt good to feel him at the back of my throat. I pulled him out and stroked a few times. “My God...” he breathed, his head back. I spent the next fifteen minutes servicing him. Sucking and licking and stroking. When I felt him about to orgasm I pulled him out so that just the head was in my mouth. And then all the way out as he exploded. His warm cum covered my face and lips, and some dripped down onto my chest. I kept stroking him until all of it was on me or in my mouth. He tasted amazing. Both salty and a little sweet. But all very sexy. I had him grab my camera and take some pictures of me as a good little cumslut. First some face shots, then I started posing on the floor, exposing parts of my body while still showing my cum covered face. I felt so sexy and fulfilled. I used my fingers to get some of it into my mouth, but left a lot of what was on my face and all that was on my chest to dry. I wanted to feel him on me for a while.

Even though his place wasn't far, I invited him to stay the night. We moved to the bed room and laid down on the bed. I was now just in my nylons, but still had the lipstick on and hair band in, girly enough I hoped.

We laid there in the semi darkness talking and laughing. Occasionally kissing or reaching over to touch each other in one place or another. We fell asleep with me as the little spoon.