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Enjoying the View
"I'm running over to Wal-Mart, do you need anything?"
Julie was leaning into my office, wearing something low-cut as normal. She had humongous tits, and even though she was married, she enjoyed showing them off. She wasn't skinny, and not the best looking woman around, but those boobs looked incredible under the shirts she wore. During the winter, I'd always wait for the weather to get warmer so more cleavage would be shown. Today, she didn't disappoint. I was ready to get up and take a break, so I said that I wouldn't mind going also, and offered to drive. She told me that she had the minivan, so we could take her car.
We got in the car, and I just had a great view of her tits through the shirt she had on. Whenever we went over a bump, they jiggled, and I started getting hard. Those boobs were humongous, how could I NOT? We stopped at a light, and she reached down into the console to check her phone...and showing me cleavage. I just wanted to put my hand down her shirt and feel them. Then...I was busted.
"Enjoying the view?" she asked as she pulled away from the light and neared the Wal-Mart parking lot.
I knew what I WANTED to say, but felt that since we worked together and were both married, I had to play it cool. "Um, what view, the strip mall there?"
Turning into the lot, she chuckled aloud. "No, I meant down my shirt. That IS where you were looking, right?"
"Well, I did notice things," I tried, seeing where that would go. Suddenly, we were parking in a spot along the side of the building. She shifted into park and turned towards me. "Well, I was hoping you noticed my tits."
"And why were you hoping that?" Yeah...I was getting harder, and didn't try to hide it. I definitely wanted her to notice that!
Inhaling, like she was trying to gather the fortitude to say something bold, she said, "Because I like knowing you're looking at my tits. They're 40Fs, and hopefully, they make you hard."
I looked away from her face and down at her chest. Her cleavage was awesome. "Ok, now I am looking," I said with a laugh. She looked down at my crotch, and said, "Yeah, and it looks like they're making you pretty damned hard, too!"
We just sat there, still belted in. Her eyes were glued to my bulging crotch, and my eyes were on her tits. After what seemed like a few minutes, she just put out her hand, touched my leg, and moved her palm slowly up to my crotch. Feeling her hand rubbing my hardening cock through my pants, I groaned, said 'fuck it', and reached out for her tits. Putting my hands under them, I rubbed them though her shirt and bra, noticing her nipples hardening up.
We simultaneously took off our belts, and she said, "move into that seat", pointing at the captains chair behind my seat. She let go of my pants, and I quickly moved into that seat. Julie was right behind me, reaching for my belt. Undoing it quickly, she reached into my pants and pulled out my hard, throbbing dick. "Holy fuck, THAT is what I wanted!" Her hand gripped the shaft tightly, and started moving up and down as precum started seeping out of my tip. Loving the feel of that, I growled, and reached out to her tits. She stopped jerking me off to take off her shirt and unhook her bra. I moaned seeing those gigantic tits, and started squeezing them. While her hand went back to fisting my dick, I was playing with her hard nipples and pushing them together, imagining them wrapped around my cock.
"Baby, you know what?"
"What?", I asked.
"I really need to eat that cock. I mean, I am just dying to shove it in my mouth and get a huge fucking load of your cum out of that huge, beautiful prick!!" Before I could even say a word, she shoved her face down onto my cock and took every single inch of my meat until I felt her tongue flicking my balls. She then started to fuck her own throat with my dick, making the most awesome slurping, sucking, and gagging noises while I watched her awesome titties shake in my hands.
After about a minute of heavenly cocksucking, she removed my throbbing dick from her throat, and pulled back so that her tits were no longer in her hands. Grabbing my saliva-covered cock, she wrapped her fingers around it tight and started jerking me off HARD. Looking up at me, she said, "I know what you want."
Moving closer, she gently placed my cock in the middle of her incredible cleavage, and wrapped her big, fat titties tightly around it. Pushing them together, I could barely see the tip - and DEFINITELY couldn't see the rest of my cock! I inhaled as she started moving those tits up and down my dick, from the tip down to my balls. Picking up speed, the head of my cock was hitting her in the chin, so she slurped it loudly each time that she brought her cleavage down my shaft. My eyes were blurring up because the feel of those huge soft tits squeezing my throbbing meat. This was something I had jerked off picturing so many times, tittyfucking this woman's huge melons! Between the sounds of her slurping on the tip each time it came near her lips and the slapping of her tits against my thighs and the sight of my happy cock tightly between them, I knew I was going to unload all over her.
Hearing me start to growl, she asked me if I was getting close. I nodded, and watched her smile as she intently fucked my cock with her awesome boobs. "Mmmm...now I have to decide if I am going to eat that hot fuckin load or let you spray it all over me," she said. "Decisions, decisions!"
Hearing her say something about taking my load brought me to the edge, and I exploded. She was expecting it, because she looked down at my hard cock poking out of her cleavage and took a big dollop of cum that hit her square in the bridge of her hose. She quickly let go of her tits and just lowered her mouth onto my dick and throated it, going all the way down to my balls while swallowing load after load. I was fighting to keep my eyes open, because I wanted to remember the picture of her sucking down my hot cum while having every inch of my dick down her throat with a string of cum across her face. Finally I stopped convulsing, as she ran her mouth up and down my shaft while gently rubbing my balls.
This would definitely give me something to think about every time I saw her in the office from now on!!
The End.
My Favorite Glove Saleslady
Ever since my mother bought me my very own pair of black ladies' kid gloves after she had caught me wearing her kid gloves to pleasure myself with, I have developed a very strong affection for the ladies who work at the "Ladies Glove Counters" in the better department stores. Now I know that I am dating myself, but I go back to a time when every woman had scads of beautiful leather gloves and would never be caught out in public without her gloves.
I was always fascinated by the array of kid leather gloves in all colors, styles, and lengths. I was especially fond of the long white kid leather "debutante" gloves which were the vogue back then and still are today.One of the things that I would enjoy doing when I got a little older and able to get out on my own and had a little spending money, was to shop for gloves. Soon I had myself quite a collection of fine leather gloves. I also enjoyed calling the better department stores and chatting with the ladies who worked the glove counters. I would pretend to be interested in buying a pair of gloves and asked for a great deal of information about the gloves they carried. I was always interested in the longer gloves and wanted to know if they carried the "opera" length gloves. I found that the "opera" length 16 button gloves had the 3 buttons at the wrist. While they were quite fashionable they were more difficult to put on and remove. The longest kid glove without the "3 buttons" was a 12 button glove that came just over the elbow.
Most of the sales ladies
were curious but some were on the rude side especially if I told them that the gloves were for myself. One sales lady in particular, her name was Helen, found it rather amusing that a man would be interested in wearing women's gloves. I spoke with her often and she was always very pleasant. As a matter of fact, I felt that we had become friends. I told her that I had very small hands and how my mother had bought me my first pair of kid gloves when I was younger because she caught me wearing her kid gloves to pleasure myself and that I had been wearing them ever since.
I imagine that there were periods when there were very few customers in the store and our conversations helped pass the time of day. I confessed to her how my mother had used me to model dresses that she worked on when she was a seamstress and how that was the beginning of my enjoying womens clothes. I told her that I was now a full fledged cross dresser and that I enjoyed going out in public especially to shop dressed as a woman. She was both curious and fascinated by this.
We discussed leather fashions a lot and I expressed my preference for unlined leather gloves which were now becoming more difficult to find. She agreed that most women seemed to prefer the silk-lined gloves but that she too enjoyed the unlined kid gloves. We agreed that leather skirts were very sexy and that we both loved leather lined boots. I was beginning to think that she too might have a glove and leather fetish as we were becoming very friendly.
Unfortunately, she said, the buyers only stocked the silk lined gloves and that unlined leather gloves would have to be special ordered, perhaps from France, and would be expensive and that such a purchase would have to be paid up front before the order would be placed. I assured her that it would be no problem and proceeded to give her my account number and name to charge the gloves to. I also gave her my "femme" name and my telephone number for her to call me when the gloves came in.
She questioned me in great detail about my cross dressing and what my preferences in clothes were. I told her that I loved the classic lines better and how I needed to feel sensual when I dressed as a woman. She agreed and thought that we had a great deal in common.
Two weeks went by and I did get a phone call from Helen telling me that my gloves were in for me to pick them up. She began to question me again about my cross dressing and admitted that she was greatly fascinated by the idea of a man dressed as a woman and that she would love to meet me as my "femme" self and that maybe we could go out for a drink when I picked up my gloves. She was only working until 6PM and it would be nice if I came in just before that to give me enough time to try on my gloves. I told her that I thought that it was a fabulous idea and made a date to meet her two days later.
When the day came to pick up my gloves, I carefully selected what I was going to wear. Of course all my under-things were black satin. I chose an electric blue satin blouse with short sleeves so I could try on the long gloves that I had ordered. I mated that with a simple black pencil skirt that came just below my knees. I wore my Joan and David black leather boots with a 3" heel that just came over my knees and a soft black lambskin leather walking coat and of course my usual black kid gloves.
She must have been watching for me for as I approached the glove counter she met me and asked if she could be of assistance. I said yes very politely and told her that I had been speaking with Helen and that I had ordered a pair of long black unlined kid gloves. She smiled and said that she was Helen. She checked me out from head to toe and told me that I looked very nice. I of course did the same. She had a sleeveless white turtleneck sweater and a long leather skirt. I had to assume that she would be wearing long leather gloves too. She appeared to be in her mid forties, very trim and very attractive. She must have refreshed her makeup before I got there. Her fresh lipstick begged to be kissed.
I removed my gloves and Helen commented on what beautiful hands I had and on the red nail polish. She placed the gloves that I had purchased on the counter and I began to try them on. She was very helpful in sliding the tight leather on my fingers and up my arm and I could sense that she knew I was getting aroused by this. The gloves fit perfectly and the aroma of new gloves filled my nostrils. I decided to keep the gloves on and I completed the purchase and she retrieved her coat and handbag and we headed out of the store.
On leaving the store she squeezed my gloved hand and I was right. She had also put on a pair of long black kid gloves. We walked through the parking lot hand in hand. When I reached my car, I opened her door and she leaned into me and we just briefly brushed lips. She got in the car and I went around to the driver's side. I put the key in the ignition and before I even started the car she asked me if I would mind if we went straight to her home instead. She held my hand and kissed my finger tips and confessed that she had not made love in a long time and that she was very horny. I said that I understood and then she placed my gloved hand under her leather skirt. I could feel that she had no panties on. She rubbed her pussy with my gloved hand then put two of my fingers in her pussy and began to masturbate moaning all the while. I leaned over and kissed her as I was finger fucking her. She held my face in her gloved hands as she flicked her tongue in my mouth. After a few minutes she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and apologized for getting my new gloves wet with her juices and proceeded to suck my finger clean and wiped them off with a tissue. She looked at me and said, "We need to get home fast"
When we got to her house, we were no sooner inside her house that we began to embrace. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her pussy through her leather skirt then I hoisted it up, spread her legs, and began a slow and rhythmic kissing of her pussy then thrust my tongue and started sucking her clit. She moaned and rocked back and forth. Of course both of us kept our kid leather gloves on. She reached under my skirt and freed my cock from its satin panties and it came hard instantly. The feeling of her gloved fingers around my cock had me ready to explode. She stopped quickly and led me into the bedroom. She must have been planning this for the covers were pulled off the bed already revealing gorgeous light blue satin sheets. She had me lay down on my back and knelt over me so that she could suck my cock as I continued to lick her pussy. The feeling of her gloves on my cock and on my legs and the aroma of her leather skirt over my face was the greatest sexual feeling that I had ever had. Both of us came off in each other's mouth, she swallowing all my cum and me swallowing all her love juices.
After a brief rest and some drinks and conversation, she showed me her collection of leather gloves skirts and boots. By then I had regained some of my strength and we fucked for the rest of the night without ever taking our gloves off.
The End.
A Forbidden Tale
It had been a long afternoon in the keep's garden and Helga had enjoyed the conversation with her lord's new servant Julia. Julia had been given the task of cleaning this common meeting area from a gathering the night before. Lord Henry had won the conflict with the neighboring kingdom, and most of the countryside had been celebrating. The keep was quiet today and because the conflict had taken it's toll on her, Helga the female warrior had enjoyed it.
But this was a most unusual conversation with maid Julia. Helga didn't know how, but the conversation had strayed toward marriage and love. Helga had suggested she could talk to Lord Henry about his maid and request that she be allowed to marry. She wanted to do this for her friend and since the war was over, she thought it would be possible for her to be released and have a life of her own. After this years long ordeal it was time to give something back to a land that had suffered so much.
But everything she said to Julia seemed like it was being deflected by a healer's ward. Blocked like the skill of the keep's top clerics. She was puzzled in this. Julia was polite but she seemed to pass off everything Helga said. Walking away to begin her guard rounds Helga became even more confused.
"Why would she refuse?" Helga said out loud.
She knew if she had a chance to have love and passion she would jump at it. But she knows it is not possible. She has a secret that she must keep. For i
t is against the crown to seek the type of love she wants. She must keep her secret until her death.
Helga is a striking warrior both in prowess with a blade, and beauty like one of the revered goddesses of legend. Her long flowing auburn hair is a hereditary trait along with her tall stature and athletic frame. Even though she has created fear in her enemies countless times, she still manages to hold her beauty. There have been many suitors, but none have taken her heart. They have tried and failed just as the countless hoard had failed to kill her. It has puzzled willing men from one end of this kingdom to the other. But there is a secret she will never tell.
For it is true, blasphemy and heretic nature combined, Helga has no interest in men. She never did. Even when she took to her bed a member of the legion, nightly for a week, it did not excite her much. She only did it out of a sense of duty to the man that had nearly died saving her life. She could not understand why she did not feel the way she should about a man who was clearly attractive and well endowed. Even when asked to marry, she did not have the passion in her heart to accept. She knew what her true nature was.
This is why she vowed a life of service to the kingdom instead. It was not until she came back from the final battle two days ago that she realized something. Worn and bruised, but a hero who had led the attack on the hoard, she was given the best treatment. Her Lord ordered ten female servants to care for her and make her battle fatigue disappear. It was then that she realized her true nature.
She was stripped of her armor, and led to the keep's bath. The servants fed and bathed her. It was then that she realized something that shocked and amazed her at the same time. As the women servants touched her with the warm water, their hands cleaned every part of her she began to realize what kind of attention her mind preferred. As one very young servant washed her private region her insides erupted with feeling. She had told the girl to keep cleaning there in that one place. The soft gentle touch had given her a release of womanly expression so strong that she lost her footing and collapsed in the large pool. She passed it off to them as part of her injury as to not give away her secret.