♀ called me at the bakery when she got home from work at 10pm Friday night and insisted that no matter how early I was done work Saturday morning, she wanted me to call her when I was on my way home. So I called her at 4am and when I arrived at 4:30 with a coffee for her, she greeted me in her pretty purple nightie, a big sleepy smile and a huge bowl of trifle. We had breaky together, she fucked my brains out and I fell into a happy slumber holding her tight in my arms.

She’d already left for work when I got up around 2pm. There were no kids at home so I pulled on the nightie she’d been wearing and spent the rest of the afternoon just puttering around the house. I did the dishes, vacuumed and started the laundry. I even did a little wrapping…I need to pace myself with Christmas activities or I get…ummm…sad.

I decided that I didn’t want to cook dinner and started calling around looking for a table for about 8pm. HA, was the most common response. I guess it’s not just bakers who are busy this time of year. I did find a place that thought we’d probably be able to get a table in the lounge about that time so I called ♀ and told her I’d be ready to go as soon as she got home from work.

I had a shower, shaved my pits and legs and tried to decide what to wear. For what it’s worth, I completely understand why it takes women so long to get dressed. I mean my choices for outer clothes that I can wear out and about are fairly limited. Just choosing what to wear underneath can take me ages. I put on black stay-up stockings, (have I mentioned how much I like nylon on freshly shaved legs?) adorable black panties, (they are so cute…lots of lace on the front and around the legs…from the front they look like a full panty…I need that to hold everything in, but they’re a thong in the back…not at all practical for work, but fun for a few hours), I decided I wanted to wear a real bra instead of a sports bra and put on a black, padded A cup. I didn’t put my inserts in, but I guess I looked kind of perky in one of her sweaters because she mentioned it when she got home. Not in a way that said she’d be embarrassed to be seen with me, more just pointing out that I was going to get noticed. I decided to put on a bulkier sweater, but stayed with the girly jeans and didn’t put any socks on my stocking clad feet.

It turns out that having to sit in the lounge was much better then being in the restaurant. We had a very cozy corner table and our  booth was covered in a leopard print that was an almost exact copy of the bra and panties ♀ was wearing. How cool is that?  She was so excited, as soon as our waitress left, ♀ lifted her top up to show me. I’m guessing that the jazz singing, joke telling Santa (the evenings entertainment) saw her do it cuz he kept hanging around our table like a bad smell.

When we got home, ♀ announced that she needed to be pampered. Schedules being what they are I’ve been a little lax in my sissy duties lately. First she needed her hair braided. She’s decided that she prefers braided pig-tails at bedtime as the one big braid is uncomfortable to sleep with. I wanted to shave her pussy next, but she wasn’t falling for that. You see, the only accurate way to tell if a pussy has been properly shaved is to give it the tongue test and that usually leads to sex and my pampering skills tend to drop off pretty quickly after that. So I painted her finger nails and toe nails; two coats on each. Then I started on her piggies. Normally, I’d file each foot for about five minutes, then I’d massage cream into them for another five minutes or so. Well we discovered something last night. I was still wearing my stockings and every-time I thought I was done filing, ♀ would slide her feet along my legs. Nylon doesn’t lie. I must have spent forty minutes getting her feet smooth and that was before I could start massaging them. But I’m not complaining. She was very pleased with the results and when I was done she fucked my brains out for the second time of the day.

Cheers,

sss

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1. 

   So, instead of some pictures of you dressed up to go out (or the undergarments there for), or you with your brains fucked out (either time), or your perky tits, we get a video of the three pigs? Humph.

   Comment by oldbogus — December 18, 2007 @ 4:43 am

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