We left the corridor outside the toilet and entered the cafe. Immediately we saw Bob and Alan sitting at a table with four cups in front of them and a large teapot and water jug. As we approached they both stood up.
"We thought that we might as well have another drink before we set off for the restaurant." Bob said as we approached the table. "It is only half past five and the restaurant does not start serving until seven so there is no real rush."
"We've only just been to the toilet. We are going to need to go again before we leave if we have a lot to drink." Rachel said in reply but she graciously took the seat that Bob had offered her and sat down.
Alan had also pulled a chair from under the table so I sat down as he moved it under me smoothing my skirt under me as I did so.
We were seated at a round table with Bob on my left, Rachel facing and Alan on my right.
"Well ladies," Bob said, "shall we take tea? Who's going to be mother?"
"I hope it's not going to be me." Rachel laughed. "What about you Lisa."
"Well I'm certain, I'm not." I replied laughing as well.
"No you silly people I didn't mean it that way." Bob scolded.
"We all know you didn't Bob." Alan cut in. "Let me pour the tea to stop any arguments."
We all laughed and chatted while Alan poured the tea. Once it was poured we talked about nothing in particular to while away the time until it was time to leave.
Part way through taking a drink of the tea I felt Rachel's foot touch mine and with only the slightest of eye movements she indicated that I should look down to her right. I noticed that Bob's hand had disappeared from the table and was probably somewhere near, if not on, her knee or leg.
Bob carried on chatting as if nothing had happened and I occasionally glanced at Rachel whose face carried a simple smile as she kept looking at Bob for longer and longer periods, without it seeming to be rude or that she was ignoring Alan and myself. Once again I felt a pang of jealousy and then realised I was not jealous of Bob feeling my wife but I was jealous of my wife for having Bob's hand on her.
I was just beginning to feel sorry for myself when I felt Alan's leg meet mine under the table. I dropped my right hand onto my lap whilst holding the teacup in my left.
Alan had obviously noticed what Bob was doing, or perhaps they had talked about what had happened during the afternoon as Rachel and I had, and his left hand left the table.
I leaned forward and eased my hand from my lap to the top of my right thigh and played with the hem of my dress. Whilst I did this Alan found my hand with his and held it.
We all kept up the conversation but we all knew what each other was doing beneath the table.
Eventually we finished the tea and realised that the cafe was soon going to close. The people serving were clearing the food display and one of them had come round to the front and was cleaning tables.
"I think that we are going to be unwelcome guests, soon." Bob said, "Let's go back to the car and have a leisurely drive to the restaurant. It is only going to take us twenty minutes or so to get there so we do not need to rush."
He stood up and helped Rachel up from her seat. Alan did the same with me and then held my hand as he led me out of the shop. Once outside Bob put his arm around Rachel's shoulders and she snuggled in towards him as they walked across the courtyard towards the car park.
Alan let go of my hand and put his hand around my waist and I put my hand around his. We were not rushing to get out of the courtyard but Bob and Rachel disappeared through the arch a few seconds before we reached it.
When they had disappeared Alan stopped.
"Just a minute." he said and turned me to look at him. "There's something I must do."
"Oh, and what's that?" I asked looking into his eyes.
He leaned forward and kissed me. Putting one hand behind my back and pulling me towards him I was pressed into his chest. I opened my mouth to receive his questing tongue, which seemed to cover all parts of the inside of my mouth and to push down my throat.
I could feel my breast forms pushing into his chest as I returned the kiss. His other hand moved beneath my bottom and pulled my crotch into him. I could feel how excited he was through the thin material of my dress and slip. His erection pushed against my stomach as we kissed.
After what seemed an age but was probably only a few seconds we parted and looked at each other.
"I'm not very demonstrative," Alan said when he had got his breath back, "but talking with Bob about his afternoon with Rachel I felt that I needed to do that. You make me feel, about you, the way I have never felt about any other woman."
"I don't know what to say." I said at a complete loss for words. I had enjoyed being kissed and giving myself completely to Alan in the last few minutes. The fact that I was a man did not even enter my thoughts as we had embraced it had felt like the most natural thing to do.
"You don't need to say anything." Alan said quietly and put his hand under my chin to lift my chin up to his mouth. He paused, looked closely into my eyes and smiled.
We kissed again and then, by mutual consent our hands met and we turned to continue walking back to the car hand in hand.
As we walked to the car we could see Bob and Rachel kissing each other with Rachel leaning against the car.
"It looks like some other people had a similar idea to us." I said to Alan.
"There must be something in the air." Alan said and squeezed my hand.
By the time we reached the car Bob had the car doors unlocked and Rachel was sitting in the front passenger seat. Alan opened the door and I got in and sat behind her. Both Bob and Alan walked around to the offside of the car and after a brief conversation, which I could not hear they got into the car.
"We thought we would make our way to the restaurant but stop on the way." Bob said. "As you know it does not open until seven and we are not booked in until eight so there is plenty of time. We thought it would be a good idea to visit Horden Hill on the way. There should be a good view from the car park at the top. What do you say."
"I don't mind what we do." Rachel said.
"I think the same thing. What ever you want is OK with me." I answered.
"Well that seems to be settled then." Bob said.
He started the engine and backed the car out of the parking space and drove out of the estate.
Once we had got underway Alan reached out his hand took hold of mine and held it. The problem we had is that we were wearing seat belts and because the rear seat was quite large there was a big gap between us.
I noticed that sometimes when Bob changed gear his hand instead of staying on the gear stick or returning to the wheel strayed onto Rachel's knee to which Rachel did not object.
It took about quarter of an hour to get to the top of Horden Hill, which is a well-known beauty spot in the area. It is also known as a place where people go if they want to park and be alone as the car park has many small bays surrounded by trees. In fact Rachel and I had visited there a few times our selves. I wondered if she was thinking about those or just anticipating the next hour or so.
Bob parked the car and I realised that we had all sat in silence for the whole of the journey.
Suddenly Alan said, "Lisa and I will get out for a walk. The paths here are paved and we should just be in time to see the sunset across the vale. Come on let's leave these two and see the sunset."
This was strange. Throughout the whole afternoon Alan had seemed content to let Bob do the leading. Bob made the decisions about what we were going to do but here was Alan deciding to do something for him.
"We need to leave by half past seven." Bob said as we prepared to get out of the car. "Don't be late or we will miss our booking."
I opened the door and got out of the car, once again smoothing my skirt down and putting my handbag over my shoulder. As I did so Rachel opened her window. I leaned down and she said, quietly, "Have a good time but be careful. I intend to be."
"Don't worry I will." I replied
By that time Alan had come around to my side of the car and he reached for my left hand and we walked away along the road that linked the parking bays.
As we walked I had time to reflect and think. We did not talk but held hands and occasionally looked at each other.
I was revelling in the feeling of the dress hem rubbing across my thighs as I walked. The sway of the breast forms as my body moved, the sound of the heels as we walked along the hard road surface and the way that their height forced me to walk with my head held up, my chest out and my bottom in.
Walking with Alan I felt very feminine and vulnerable. I knew what I would want to do if I had brought a pretty girl to this place. In fact I knew what I had done on a few occasions with Rachel so I was wondering how I was going to handle Alan's advances.
Eventually we reached the path that led through the woods to the viewpoint. We turned along it.
This path was not made up so I had to be careful, walking in high heels, to make sure that I watched where I put my feet. On one occasion I stepped awkwardly and stumbled but Alan caught me and we cuddled.
"I'm sorry but these shoes are not really meant for hiking across rough ground." I said to him. "We did mention that before we set out this afternoon."
"Don't worry. I don't mind catching you when you fall and there is no hurry." Alan said. "Besides I'm not sure how you manage to walk in them at all. Let's take this side path just up ahead. It's not as rough and if we follow it we'll eventually get back to the car park."
"You've obviously been here before." I said.
"I have a few times." he replied. "When I was young I used to come up here with my father before he died. Sometimes after he had died I would come up here by myself just to remember those times."
"Oh, I'm sorry Alan. I didn't mean to upset you."
"No you haven't done that, far from it. I think at the moment I feel the happiest I have done for a long time. There is a seat just along here I why don't we sit and talk."
True enough there was a large bench seat just ahead and when we reached it we sat down. The seat was large enough for me to bring my feet up at the side. Alan sat next to me and we leaned towards each other and we kissed. It seemed so natural.
"I need to talk to you before we get really involved." Alan said after we had stopped kissing. "There is something you need to know about me which may have an effect on the way you feel about me."
"You don't mean that you really have a girlfriend, or even a wife, that you haven't told me about?" I said, half jokingly. "You did say you were not married."
"I told you the truth when I said that I was not married and that I didn't have a girlfriend." he answered.
"Well what can be so bad then that you feel it will have an effect on the way I feel about you?" I continued.
He looked at me and, continuing to hold my hand looked away and sighed. When he looked back he had sadness in his eyes.
In actual fact I was beginning think that before too long would have to tell him about me. I would have to do that before he found out. However I would have to choose my time because even though he seemed to be a placid kind of man I was not sure how he would react to the fact that he had been kissing and fondling another man.
I suddenly became worried. Here I was dressed as a sexy woman, alone with a man who obviously fancied my female persona. How would he react when he found out that I was not what he thought I was?
"I have something I need to tell you." I began.
"No." he said. "I began this conversation and I want to tell you something. Please don't interrupt me until I've finished. What I am about to say is something I have never told anyone before. My mother does not even know about what I am going to tell you."
I sat and looked at him.
"You will be the first person I have talked to about this but I think that, perhaps, you are one of the few people who will understand."
"I'm not sure..." I began.
"Please hear me out. If I am wrong then I can only apologise for what I am about to say and if you wish to go straight back to the car after you have heard it then please do so and I will stay here."
"I promise I'll listen." I said. "Now what's the dark secret you are so afraid of?"
"When my father died my mother was distraught. I was devastated. We consoled each other and became very close. Often I would come home from school and find he sitting in the kitchen crying and I would comfort her and get her tea and supper. Often I would go shopping for her and I would help her with the household tasks like washing and even ironing."
I listened but couldn't work out where this was leading.
"Well after about a year mother began to get her life back together. She started going out and soon found a job. In the evenings I would come home to an empty house. My mother knew that I could cook and fend for myself around the house and she still cuddled me and talked when she arrived home in the evenings after work."
"It was about this time that I first started doing something that, at times, has taken over my life at times in the past, and the secret I need to tell you and that I feel sure, for reasons I will explain later you will understand"
"Go on." I said. I was beginning to become intrigued. Why would he expect me, of all people, to understand his problem?
"One evening when I was at home by myself I was doing the ironing. I was becoming good at it and as mother was working more and more she needed the help. I was picking through the pile when I picked up a pair of satin panties. They were deep red. Mother normally wore sensible underclothes and I had become used to seeing her walking around in brassiere and pants prior to getting ready for work in the morning but I had never seen her wear the panties I had found."
"I picked them up and rubbed them between my fingers. They felt smooth. Then for some reason, I don't know why, I held them in front of me. I had a sudden desire to see what they looked like if I was wearing them."
"I knew that mother would not be home for a while so I took the panties upstairs and removed my trousers and underpants. I put one leg in the panties and then the other and pulled them up until they were tight against my bottom and my penis was pushed up against my stomach."
I looked in the mirror and liked the way the lace on the edge of them looked against my bare legs. My mother and I were about the same size at that time, I was only twelve but had started to grow."
"Well I paraded up and down in front of the mirror and noticed, for the first time, that my penis had gone hard. It felt strange but good."
"As time went on I did this more and more. I would come home from school and go into my mother's room, take a pair of panties and try them on. Soon I was trying on bras and slips. I particularly liked the feeling when the slip moved over the panties when I moved when sitting."
While I listened it was at this point that I realised what Alan was saying. He was about to tell me that his big secret was he was a transvestite, like me. At the same time I realised that he must have worked out what I was. At that moment I wanted to reach out and grab him and hug him. I really felt for him.
"Soon I was wearing tights and stockings, it took a while to work out how the garter tabs worked.
Eventually I was dressing completely including shoes which, at the time I could fit into. Mother never wore really high heels so I had no trouble parading around the house."
"It was at this time that I had my first sexual experience. One evening I was walking about as I usually did. Sometimes I laid the mirror down so that I could see myself lying on the bed and this is what I did. It always felt good sliding about on the covers whilst I was dressed and in doing so I had an orgasm for the first time ever. I thought there was something wrong with me but obviously there wasn't and on future occasions I often ended up rolling on the bed to achieve an orgasm. When I had finished I always made sure that I had tidied up and put everything away neatly so that she did not find out."
"On more than one occasion I made a mistake and left some item of clothing in the wrong place but, because I was doing a lot of the washing and ironing I could put it down to a mistake. Unfortunately I began to grow and soon I found it very difficult getting into my mother's clothes. In fact on one or two occasions I split a dress or skirt by trying to make it fit."
"It was at this time that I first stopped dressing."
He looked at me and paused.
"Carry on." I breathed. I knew the feeling. Until Rachel had found out about my dressing earlier this week I too had purged and sworn never to do it again.
"When I began work and started earning money I found that I could afford to buy clothes that fit me. Once again to start with I only bought panties. Eventually however I ended up buying full costumes including shoes with high heels and even a wig."
"I found that the times when I could dress up were becoming fewer and fewer as my job began to take up more time and mother tended to be home when I was. Eventually I began taking weekends off and going to a hotel where I stayed in my room but dressed up."
"It was after one of these weekends that I stopped dressing again, threw all the clothes, shoes and wig away because I was nearly found out."
"What happened? I asked. I really began to feel for him. Here he was pouring his heart out to a relative stranger. I knew now that he had worked out that I too was a transvestite and he was talking to someone who had experienced the problems.
"I had taken to staying at better class hotels. They had bigger rooms, ensuite bathrooms and in the big ones tables and chairs to sit on. They also had room service so that I could order food and eat it in my room whist dressed. This was the mistake."
"I usually ordered the food and then, when it was delivered, went into the bathroom. I ran a tap and asked the porter to leave the food on the table as I was having a wash. This meant that I did not have to change and also I did not have to be seen."
"On the day in question I was lounging on the bed when the door opened and in came the porter with the tray. I did not know what to do. I am not sure that I had not fallen asleep and he had assumed that he should come straight in but he stopped in to doorway and looked at me."
"Sorry ma'am he said. I'll just put the tray on the table. I didn't realise that you were visiting. The kitchen said it was for the gentleman in this room. I managed to say that he had gone down the hall and that I was his sister but I am sure that he knew something was wrong."
"As soon as he had left I got changed, put all the clothes I had in a large bag and dropped them in a skip on the way out of the hotel. I left as soon as I could.
"It must have been awful for you." I said and squeezed his hand, which had begun to shake.
"Thanks." he said. "It was."
"That stopped me dressing for a number of years. In fact until my mother went into hospital and then the nursing home. I still live at home but once she became ill I found that I had the house to myself. As I told you I don't have a large number of friends and I have always been a little afraid of female company. I have had female acquaintances but nothing has come of them."
"When mother went into hospital I began dressing again. On an evening or the weekend I do all the housework and cleaning whist dressed up. I bought myself the camera I used today. It is automatic and it has a setting that allows you to take pictures after a set interval. I have used it to take pictures of myself."
Light suddenly began to dawn.
"The painting. It's a picture of you? You're gorgeous." I said.
"A little bit of artistic licence." he said. "The overall design, dress and basic shape of face and hair is me but I don't have the right bone structure so I played around with it. It is possibly the painting I feel happiest with."
"I can't believe it." I began.
"I haven't finished." he went on. "Bob has been trying for ages to get me teamed up with various women. It's not that I don't fancy them but I feel strange around them and that seems to come out in my manner. I think that today was one of Bob's last efforts to find me someone. I wonder if he actually knows how good a choice I think he made."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"To begin with I couldn't believe that you would condescend to go out with me but as time wore on I found that I enjoyed being in your company and you weren't pushy or trying it on. You just accepted what was happening and went along with it. I now realise why. You were probably just as petrified of going out with me as I was of going out with you."
"That's true." I agreed. "How did you realise that I was not all that I seemed?"
"It didn't come straight away." he answered. "When I kissed you the first time on the stone bench where we had taken the pictures I thought I felt some stubble on your top lip. Now I know that there are some women who are hairy and some of them have to shave so I was not sure."
"Is that why you said sorry and stopped kissing me?" I asked.
"Yes and no. I was still not sure of my feelings and I wanted to make sure that I was not making a mistake. It was only after we kissed in the courtyard and I looked in your eyes and touched your chin that I was positive that you were a man dressed as a woman."
"Is that a problem for you?" I asked in a quiet voice.
"With you looking the way you do it most certainly is not. I don't think I am gay but I am willing to make an exception in you case. In some respects you are the sort of woman I have wanted."
"Oh, Alan." I said and flung my arms around his neck and kissed him.
"I hope that we can go on seeing each other in this form and perhaps you will get to meet Ann, my feminine half in the future."
"I would love to." I said and we kissed again.
"I like being with you." Alan said and we kissed again.
"Alan. Rachel was telling me about what she and Bob were doing at the other side of the lake. I bet they have gone even further than that now. I need to tell you that she is my wife and knows all about Lisa. At first she did not approve but this weekend she has really worked hard with me to turn me into what I am."
"Are you jealous of Bob?"
"No I think I'm envious of Rachel. When she told me about what Bob was doing to her I wanted you to be doing the same to me. I don't think that I am gay but when I am dressed like this I want to be made love to as a woman."
With that Alan leaned forward and kissed me passionately as he did in the courtyard. One hand was behind my head holding me to his mouth and the other fell to my knee. He gradually moved it up my thigh. Slowly sliding it in between my legs.
I opened my legs slightly and he continued its upward movement. His hand went under the hem of my dress and soon touched the front of my panties.
I squirmed as I was becoming excited and having trouble keeping my penis tucked away.
Slowly, still moving his tongue in and out and around my mouth, he eased my penis forward so that it was up against my tummy. Here he proceeded to rub it through the panties and tights.
I groaned and parted my legs more.
He stopped kissing me and moved a little way down the bench allowing me to lay down more.
He put his hand on my breast form and started kneading it all the while rubbing me with his hand up my skirt.
He was looking down at me with a smile on his face.
I began to moan. I don't normally make much noise when I am having intercourse but this time I was wild.
I reached for his penis but he moved out of the way.
"No Lisa," he said, "this time it's just for you. I want to thank you for being so understanding and to make you feel good."
He was doing that. His rubbing was making me buck my hips into the air in time with his movements.
I had slid down on the bench so that I was almost lying down and my skirt was somewhere around my waist. I was coming.
He increased the pace and I went over the top with perhaps the strongest orgasm I had experienced.
He kept rubbing. Trying to empty all that I had to give.
I lay there exhausted.
He leaned forward and kissed my eyelids and then moved slowly down my face with little fairy kisses finally ending up at my mouth where he kissed me passionately again.
"That was fantastic." I said when he had finished.
He helped me up and with some tissue I had in my handbag and a handkerchief he had in his jacket pocket we dried me off and cleaned me up. Luckily I had managed to trap most of my come in my tights and panties and we had managed to clean most of it off so there was nothing showing on the front of my dress.
I tucked my now flaccid penis away again, straightened my dress and skirt and sat up straight.
"Next time it's my turn." he said.
"We can do something about that now if you want." I said.
"I think we need to think about getting back. It's after seven and Bob said he wanted to be away by half past."
"Is it so late?" I said. " I can't believe it."
"Come on."
He helped me up. My legs were a little wobbly so he helped to support me. It took me a few steps before I felt as though I could walk properly.
"I still don't know how you manage to walk in those heels," he said. "I find it difficult walking in two and a half inch heels let alone ones which are that high."
"Rachel showed me how." I replied. "I must admit that walking is sometimes painful and sometimes I want to sit down rather than going further but by adjusting your posture it actually become relatively painless and second nature."
We walked back along the path towards the car. Alan put his arm across my back and around my waist and, although I didn't need it now, I leaned on him and let him help me. Soon we could see the car in the distance.
"I wonder if the windows will be misted up." I mused.
"If they are then I bet we know what they have been up to." Alan said. "I hope they had as much fun as we did."
With that he stopped and gave me a quick kiss.
As we approached the car we could see that Bob and Rachel were half sitting half leaning on the bonnet and the windows were perfectly clear.
"Hello." Rachel said. "I hope you two have been behaving yourselves."
"Of course we have." I replied with a smile. "I bet we haven't been doing anything you haven't. What do you think Alan?"
"I agree with you Lisa." Alan sided with me. "I think that you would win your bet there, if they ever took you up on it."
"What's wrong with you Lisa." Bob asked. "We saw you walking along and it looked like Alan was having to hold you up. Have you hurt yourself?"
"No, not really." I answered. "One of the paths was a little rough for these sort of heels and I almost twisted my ankle. Alan was just being a gentleman and making sure that I didn't suffer. Isn't that so Alan?"
"Absolutely." he dutifully replied.
"Ok. That's enough chit chat lets get into the car and go and have this meal." Bob said. "I must admit to feeling hungry, I don't know about the rest of you."
"I must admit I feel a little peckish," Rachel concurred, "and I'm sure that you two are hungry after your 'walk'."
As we walked around to the passenger doors Rachel looked at me and gave an enquiring look to which I smiled and raised my eyebrows. I could see that she was seething to know what had happened on our 'walk' but she would have to wait to find out.
Once in the car Bob drove out of the parking area and on to the restaurant. We talked about things we saw on the way and what we had seen that afternoon. Alan even said that he was thinking of painting a picture of me and if Rachel or Bob wanted a picture then he was willing to paint them as well. Bob even suggested that if Alan became famous then the picture might be worth something one day.
It did not take as long to get to the restaurant as Bob had thought so we arrived about a quarter of an hour early. As we had to wait to be seated we went into the bar area and decided to have a drink. We said what we would like and while Bob and Alan organised the drinks Rachel and I went to find some seats.
"What happened?" Rachel whispered as we sat down on at a table in the bar.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you." I said.
"You seem different in some way and what was all that back at the car park about betting that you hadn't done anything we hadn't? What on earth did that mean and Alan backed you up? I'm itching to know what went on."
"I don't think we've got time to talk now." I replied. "Here come the boys with the drinks."
"Here we are." Bob said as he gave Rachel her drink and sat down next to her. Alan's just coming with yours Lisa."
Alan brought my drink and sat in the chair next to me. We sat and sipped our drinks and looked around.
"This is quite a nice place, Bob." Alan said after a few moments. "I hear that the food is fabulous and I also understand that there is a room near here where there is dancing later on in the evening. Have you been here before?"
"Yes I brought a business associate here for lunch two weeks ago. We were impressed by the spread that they put on and I took one of their brochures away with me. When I heard Rachel bemoaning the fact that her husband never takes he anywhere and that she would like to go somewhere with class I thought of this place. As soon as she agreed to come out today I booked the place up. It is supposed to get very busy later on in the evening."
"I must say I'm looking forward to the meal." I said. "Apart from the cake we had in the cafe I have had very little to eat today."
"That's good because I hear that the portions are very generous." Bob replied.
"How long is it before we get our table?" Rachel asked.
"The person in charge said that it would be about another quarter of an hour. Apparently there is a large party in this evening so I said that we were not in a rush. I hope you didn't mind." Bob said.
"No of course. Lisa I think I need to tidy myself up a bit. How about coming to the ladies room with me?" she said giving me an earnest look and motioning with her eyes.
I knew why she wanted to go to the ladies room but I said, "I'll be along in a minute or so I just want to say something to Alan."
Rachel got up and made her way out of the room.
I leaned over to Alan and whispered in his ear. "I need to tell Rachel about what happened in the woods. Is that fine with you or would you prefer me not to?"
Alan turned to face me and gave me a peck on the lips.
"Make sure she understands." he said.
"I'll do that." I said earnestly. "Well if you'll both excuse me."
I stood up and made my way out of the room and found the way to the ladies room.
Most of the ladies toilets I had been to had been small but functional. A couple of stalls and perhaps some sinks with a mirror over them. The one in this hotel was on a different scale. There was a sort of entrance lounge with easy chairs and full length mirrors that led to the stalls and the sinks.
Rachel was sitting on one of the chairs so I went over and sat beside her.
"You are becoming very confident all of a sudden," she said. "Why didn't you come with me when I suggested it?"
"I'm sorry," I said, "but I needed to ask Alan something if we are going to talk about what happened when we went for a walk."
"I don't understand." she went on. "Why would you have to ask Alan about what happened?"
"If you give me chance I'll explain everything." I said, this time in hushed tones, as there were other people in the room.
We leaned towards each other like conspirators and I began telling her about what Alan had told me. When I had finished she leaned back and breathed out heavily.
"Wow." was the first thing she said. "Who would have thought it. It would never have occurred to me that Alan was like that. Mind you it was only a few days ago that I found out about you. Who would think it of Alan?"
"He really is very nice." I said. "He has helped me overcome my reluctance to behave as a true woman would with a man. When he had told me his secret we kissed and one thing led to another and he masturbated me to orgasm. I tried to reciprocate but he wouldn't let me touch him. He said he wanted to thank me for making him happy."
"Boy are you lucky." Rachel said. "Once you left Bob and I carried on from where we were before the boat came in back at Hutton Hall. Very soon he had my blouse undone and had lifted my breasts out of my bra and was sucking on them making my nipples grow, as you know happens when anyone does that to me. Soon the windows began to mist up and Bob suggested that we move outside so as not to give the game away to you two when you came back."
"We sat on the front of the car and eventually ended up laying back on the bonnet. Eventually I unzipped his trousers and pulled his penis out from inside. He was hard and I rubbed and manipulated him as his hand went under my skirt and down the front of my panties."
"He knew the effect he was having on me because I was wet through. I managed to undo his trousers and they slid down his legs and onto the floor leaving him standing there with he erection sticking out from his underpants."
"He took his hand out from beneath my skirt and after looking around to make sure there was no one around pulled his underpants around his ankles. He had a problem but managed it quite quickly.
While he was doing this I took my tights and panties off and positioned myself so that I was just leaning on the front of the car with my feet on the floor."
"We were not sure how long you were going to be but by this time we were past caring. He moved himself so that he was between my legs and lifted my bottom up in his hands, pushing my skirt up to my waist. I manoeuvred his penis so that it was against my slit and he let me down onto it."
"We leaned against the car, the springs are surprisingly good, and kissed and fondled each other while he inserted himself completely into me. He is quite big and I felt full. He moved up and down slowly moving himself in and out and rubbing against my clitoris. This he kept doing and set up a rhythm which quickly brought me to the edge of orgasm. Soon I could feel him tensing and I knew he was about to come. I wrapped my hands around his buttocks and forced him as far into me as he would go just as he came. It was fantastic feeling him spurting inside me. Filling me up. So much so that I came as well and grabbed him to me as I thrust my hips into his groin. We were so caught up with what was happening that we almost fell off the front of the car."
"We lay there for a while kissing and fondling each other and then we thought we had better get dressed as we did not know who would be coming along and also we expected you back quite soon."
"I suppose I should feel some remorse about being unfaithful to you but strangely enough this afternoon I have not thought of you as my husband. I think I've just thought of you as a girlfriend. I don't have to be faithful to a girlfriend."
"I know how you feel." I said. "Apart form the fact that I am a man I have been feeling jealous of the way Bob has been acting with you all afternoon. When you told me about what happened at the lake I wanted it to be happening to me. Thankfully it now has and I feel wonderful."
"I really am glad," she said. "When you were such a long time I was beginning to become worried. In fact just before you reappeared and stopped for that kiss I had suggested to Bob that we should go and look for you I was becoming so worried."
"I realise that I have forced you into behaving this way." she went on. "I was the one that arranged this double date in order to get even with you but I now realise that dressing and acting as a female is part of your nature and I would not want any harm to come to you. It will need a readjustment in both our attitudes towards both each other and to partners we may end up with."
She held out her hand to me and I took them and we looked into each other's eyes.
As we were doing this another woman came over and asked if we wee with two gentlemen as they were waiting outside in the entrance lobby waiting to go into dinner.
"I think we had better go meet our men." Rachel said. "We don't want them starting to think that we have forgotten them do we."
"I don't really think that there is too much chance of that happening," I replied, "but I do agree."
We rose and looked at ourselves in the mirrors. A quick touch up of the make up and we were ready to meet our dates.
"Come on let's go enjoy ourselves." I said.
"That's a change from the person who had problems going shopping yesterday." Rachel laughed as we left the ladies room and went to meet Bob and Alan.
They were standing at the end of the lobby by the entrance to the dining room when we left the ladies room.
"You know, Alan, I think we have the two best looking women in the place having dinner with us tonight." Bob said as we approached.
"I don't always agree with you, Bob." Alan responded. "You know that but this is one occasion when I have no disagreement with what you have just said. Shall we go to dinner ladies?"
He held out his arm and I linked mine with his and he led me into the dining room.
The maitre-d led us to our table and as Alan and I were in front he held the chair for me to sit on. I sat down and he moved smoothly to hold the chair for Rachel. Alan sat on my left and Bob was on my right. Rachel who was sitting opposite smiled as they sat down. The maitre-d then handed out menus and asked Alan if we would like an aperitif.
"What do you think? Should we have an aperitif?" Alan asked.
"I don't think I want one," I said, "but please don't let me stop you."
Bob and Rachel also said that they did not one so with that the Maitre-d left and we looked at the menu.
After an amount of discussion we decided what we were going to eat. I tried to remember the lessons that Rachel had taught me the other evening about eating in a feminine way. I chose pate and chicken in white wine sauce. Both men went for the steak. I suppose it is macho to do so. Rachel decided to try the poached salmon. We also chose some white wine, not so much for the meal we wee having but because we all decided that we liked drinking white wine.
The meal was excellent. The conversation and company entertaining. We chatted about all sorts of inconsequential things.
Once, when I had finished my main course I had my left hand resting on the table after I had put my glass down and Alan put his hand on top of it. I let him hold it while looking at Rachel. She smiled and looked down at her food.
A little later as we were eating our dessert, I felt Alan's leg rub against mine. When he moved it away I moved mine behind his and ran my foot up and down his calf. I'm not sure whether the others knew what we were doing but Alan almost dropped his spoon.
Towards the end of the meal we seemed to gravitate into two couples again.
"I must admit to enjoying myself at the moment," I said to Alan, "and, to be frank, I am not looking forward to going back to being plain old me tomorrow."
"What do you say to adjourning to the dance?"
"I think I would like that." I said.
Alan looked across the table and said, "Lisa and I are going to the dance are you and Rachel joining us, Bob?"
"Good idea." Bob said. "We just need to pay for the meal. I'll do that and then we'll join you. Ok?"
"Fine." Alan said. "Come on Lisa. Let's go work off some of the food we have just eaten."
With that he helped me up and we walked out of the restaurant and into the dance hall hand in hand.
The room was dark with small intimate tables on, which were small table lamps that added to the atmosphere. The floor had a few people dancing to beat music but there were a lot of people sitting down and a large crush around the bar.
We found a table a little away from the door with room for the four of us and I sat down. Alan asked me what I would like to drink and then went to the bar. I sat looking around the room.
The floor was much larger than the floor at the bar we had been to the night before and the disco had a more sophisticated lighting system. The floor was in the centre of the room with the disco system at the end away form the bar. Around the floor were lights that pulsed to the music. In the ceiling were mirrors and lights that whirled to the music.
Rachel and Bob arrived before Alan had returned. Rachel sat down next to me and Bob went to the bar to get them a drink.
"Did you enjoy the meal?" I asked.
"It was quite nice but the company made it even nicer." she commented. "I've always had a bit of a problem fending Bob off at work but today he has been a gentlemen. Even the sex was done with mutual consent rather than the way I would have envisioned it. In some ways I think I quite fancy him."
"I can see what you mean. He is a good-looking man. I don't mind you and he enjoying each other. I promise not to be jealous. In fact I think I am rather taken with Alan. Let's make a promise. Whatever happens tonight neither of us will hold it against the other."
"I can't believe that you would think of such a thing," she said. "However, if that is what you want then I fully agree."
We looked at each other and shook hands just as Alan and Bob arrived back at the table.
Alan squeezed in next to me and Bob sat next to Rachel.
"What were you doing just then." Bob asked.
"Oh just something between us girls." Rachel said picking up her drink and sipping it.
There was not much room on the table due to the way that the seating was arranged. Alan, who was sitting on my right, was squashed up to me so that his left leg and my right leg were touching under the table. I sat with my legs crossed at the ankles and tucked back under the seat.
On the other side Rachel's right leg was touching my left leg.
After a few minutes of looking at the people dancing and sipping our drinks I felt Alan put his hand on my thigh and begin rubbing the inside of my leg.
"How about a dance, Alan?" I said.
He looked at me and then stood up and, after helping me up, led me onto the dance floor. I left my handbag on the seat and as I left I smiled at Rachel and Bob. Rachel gave me a knowing look and then I turned and made my way onto the dance floor.
As I danced I enjoyed the feeling of my clothes as they moved against my body. Unlike the evening before though I was not as concerned with the person I was dancing with and so I was able to look around the floor. As I was more relaxed I think that I was dancing better and I notices a few people, men and women looking at me. I was not too concerned as I realised that people watch how each other dance. There were a group of three men who did give me a long look but I realised that they were looking at me as a woman and not as what I really was.
Alan was quite a good dancer and we stayed on the floor for four numbers before I asked if we could sit down.
"I'm sorry," I said as we returned to our seats but I need to sit down for a while. I'm not used to wearing high heels and my feet are beginning to protest."
"I know what you mean." he replied with a smile. "I think you are doing very well. I don't think I could have managed as well as you have."
When we returned to our seats Rachel and Bob were deep in conversation. They looked up as we returned and sat down.
"Well here she is," Rachel said looking at me and then back to Bob, "why don't you ask her now and see what she says?"
"Ok." Bob said, "if you think she won't mind. I know Alan won't as we talked about it before we had dinner when we were waiting for you two to come out of the ladies room."
"Lisa," he said looking at me, "I know that you are visiting Rachel and that you have a number of plans but I am going to have to insist that Rachel spends time at the office next weekend. I realise that this is going to mean that any plans you had for then are going to be messed about but it is imperative that Rachel, and Alan for that matter, prepare the presentation for the week after. Alan is away for most of this week at a conference so the only time that they will have to do the work will be next weekend."
"Before you object," he continued, "I have a proposal which may go some way to paying for the inconvenience. Rachel says that you can take shorthand and type. Well how about we make a weekend of it. You can all come round to my house to do the work. I have a room set up as an office with the computer linked to the one at work. Rachel, Alan and myself will get on with the work we need to do; you can act as secretary and general factotum. I will pay you for your time but more importantly we can have the weekend together and get the work done in a more relaxed atmosphere. If you come around on Friday evening and stay then we can get down to work first thing on Saturday. Otherwise we are all going to have to go into the office and I am going to have to ask one of the secretaries to come in as well. What I am suggesting is a way that we can do the work and also it will mean that we can all be together for the weekend again. Rachel seemed to think that you would quite like that. I know that I would and so would Alan."
I looked at Rachel. She was smiling.
"It's up to you," she said. "Bob and I have talked about it and I agree that we need to get the work done. I just thought that you would enjoy the weekend and perhaps you would enjoy the work, as it is different from that which you normally do. I know you are visiting but I think it could be fun."
I turned to look at Alan.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"I think it would be a good idea," he said. "I would like to see more of you. The work needs to be done and unless you are willing to stay at Bob's house next weekend we will not be able to see each other for a fortnight."
I sat for a moment and thought. Such a lot had happened in the last few days. I was still a little confused and surprised at the speed things seemed to be happening to me. In that instant I realised that I was enjoying my new found self.
I enjoyed feeling the way I felt at the moment. I enjoyed the feel of the clothes and the way that they moved when I moved. I enjoyed feeling the air on my nylon-encased legs and the way that the high-heeled shoes made my feet arch. I also enjoyed the way that people, particularly men, looked at me whenever I walked past or sat on a seat with my legs crossed. I enjoyed being pandered to. I enjoyed, and this was perhaps the hardest to admit, the effect I was having on the two men we had been with for the afternoon and evening. In retrospect I was enjoying being a woman. In some ways it seemed to give me freedom to express myself more that I could as a man.
"Why not." I said, eventually. "It sounds like it could be a fun weekend."
Rachel grabbed my arm and hugged me.
"I knew you would agree, Lisa. I'm sure you won't regret it and it will not be all work you know," and hugged me a little tighter.
"Good." Bob said. "That's the work out of the way. Let's enjoy the rest of the evening. Come on Rachel let's dance." He got up and helped Rachel slide around the table and stand up.
As she stood up she pulled her skirt down as it had ridden up as she moved around the table. She then moved in front of Bob towards the floor and he put his hand on her behind and steered her towards the floor.
Alan reached out and took my hand. I turned to look at him.
"I realise what a hard decision that was you just took." he said. "Acting and coping as a woman for an afternoon and evening is one thing but a whole weekend is going to be something different. I want you to know I am grateful for your decision and I promise that I will try and help you next weekend, although I am sure that you will not really need my help."
"Thank you Alan." I said whilst looking into his eyes. "I may need all the help I can get."
"Let's not get maudlin," he went on. "Come on lets join the other two on the dance floor."
He stood up and I slid across the seats to get out and stand up. Alan helped me up as I stood and smoothed down my dress. He then put his arm around my waist and we walked to the dance floor.
Bob and Rachel were dancing together as we arrived and joined them. For a while we did not dance as couples but as a group with each of us moving around the others. Soon, however, the tempo changed, the music slowed and we split into two couples again.
Alan put his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his shoulders and we swayed to the music. As we moved Alan slowly moved his hand from my hips to my bottom and pulled me closer to him. I changed my hands from being on the front of his shoulders to being on the back so that my breast forms were rubbing against his chest.
I put my head on his shoulder as we continued to slowly sway to the music. As we moved around slowly I could see that Bob and Rachel were in a similar position to us. Rachel smiled at me as she caught my eye as we turned. She then turned her head and she and Bob kissed.
As we continued to move I could feel Alan's penis begin to rise against my tummy. I made me feel good to know that I was having this effect on him. I was also beginning to feel stirrings of my own and was glad of the tights and the tight panties that were holding me in place.
"Oh Alan." I whispered as I turned my head towards him.
He leaned forward and kissed my ear and then my neck.
"I know you can feel the effect you are having on me." he whispered. "I hope that we are going to be able to do something about it later on."
"Oh yes!" I breathed as I leaned away from him so that I could look at him.
He leaned forward and we kissed. Just a peck at first and then he was pushing his lips against mine and forcing his tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue invaded my mouth. I sucked hard on it and at the same time drove my crotch against his hardened penis.
We continued in this way for a short period and then went back to holding and swaying. All the time I could feel Alan's penis pressing against my tummy through the material of my dress.
We kissed a few more times and then Alan broke the embrace and stepped back.
"How about we have a sit for a while? I think I need a drink," he said.
I turned and walked from the floor with him following close behind. I sat down, smoothing my skirt under me and moved across the seats back to the one I had occupied earlier.
"I need to go to the toilet," he said. "I won't be long. Will you be all right?"
"Yes." I replied. "Don't be long."
He turned and left me. I watched the dancers on the floor. Occasionally I could see Rachel and Bob. They were still dancing holding each other and occasionally the kissed each other. I watched them and sipped my drink. I did not feel jealous that Bob was kissing my wife. Instead I felt happy that she was having as good a time as I was.
Alan arrived back and sat next to me. I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder. He put his left arm around me and leaned down and lightly kissed me on the forehead. I left my right hand on the table but as I was turned slightly towards him I was able to put my left hand on his thigh without it being seen as it was below the level of the table.
I slowly moved my hand up his leg towards his crotch tracing lines with my nails as I did so. Alan reached for my right hand with his right hand and squeezed it.
Eventually my hand found what I had been looking for, the bulge of Alan's penis. I moved my nails over the surface of his trousers and Alan moaned quietly and gripped my hand tighter.
"You were good to me this afternoon." I said. "I want to be good to you this evening."
I continued the slow movements of my fingers and his penis became harder and he began moving in his seat.
"Not here, Lisa." he said. "It's far too public. Let's wait until later. Please."
"You mean you want me to stop?" I asked looking up at him.
"I don't mean that but please be careful, I don't want to come with everyone watching."
"I'll be careful." I said and continued to rub the front of his trousers with my nails but now I stopped on occasions and just held the erection in his trousers.
It never occurred to me that I was taking part in a homosexual act. I just felt like the woman I was dressed as. Alan was looking on me as a woman and I was acting like I knew he wanted the woman, he was looking at, to act.
"Look at these two." Rachel said as she approached the table.
I removed my hand and turned to look at them as they stood there looking at us.
"Rachel thinks it would be a good idea if we took them home now." Bob said. "It's getting a little late and it is a fair way back."
Alan managed to rally before I did and sat up a little. This forced me to remove my hand and I turned and sat up as well.
"I need to pay a call before we go." I said. "What about you Rachel?"
"We'll see you in the foyer." Rachel said to Bob. "Come on Lisa."
With that she turned and headed for the ladies room. I managed to get out of
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