So, there I am, trying to keep my trouser bulge hidden from the two women sitting at the kitchen table, supping my coffee and trying to STOP PERVING the lovely sight of a Wonderbra-enhanced cleavage only inches away from my face. Oh, how I longed to bury my face in that smooth, soft valley! For a woman of mature years, Gwen's skin was lovely, smooth as alabaster, and hardly a wrinkle in sight. I later found out the secret, Ponds Cold Cream, and THAT stuff added to some future fun, but that's another story.
I was getting REALLY hot and flustered and, when I could stand it no longer, I said that I had to go, and did Gwen want a lift home? She said she was ready to go as she had lots to do, and yes, she'd love a lift home. The journey to her house was only about 3 miles, but it seemed like a lifetime till we pulled up outside. " Can you give me a hand to move the dining room table?" she asked, suddenly.
Oh, shit, I can't get out of the car, I've got a bloody hard-on! How the hell am I going to get out of this? I didn't have to worry, the swelling went down as soon as I got out, wonderful thing, fright!
She hadn't mentioned that she was decorating the dining room, and couldn't get to the skirting board behind the table, but sure enough, it was the last bit to do, and it was a big table. We got each end and lifted a bit at a time till there was enough room to get behind and paint, and I said I would give her a hand to put the table back when she had finished. She seemed a bit different in her own home, a bit more girly and, and, it seemed, slightly flustered.
I made for the door, saying I would call round on Sunday afternoon to put the table back, when out of the blue she said " do you like this top? I saw you looking at it at your gran's". Aarrhh, shit! She'd noticed me looking! ( of course she had, she was a grown woman, she wasn't stupid like me). " Yes, it's a lovely colour,"I muttered, going bright red. she just smiled and said " mmm, I thought you'd like it."
I muttered some other rubbish and beat a hasty retreat to the safety of my car, and it was a good mile and a half before it dawned on me- she'd worn the bloody thing for me! What a dick! some man-about-town I turned out to be! Now I was in a panic, what the hell did I do now? I know, I wouldn't go round on Sunday, I'll be hungover, or suffering from malaria or something. I'd been with plenty of young women ( well, not THAT many), but this was scaring me, I was beginning to think that this woman, old enough to be my gran, fancied me! ( Doh! thick, or what?).
That night, in bed, my imagination, and my right hand, worked overtime, and by Sunday morning I didn't know what the fuck to do............( TBC)
Friday, 18 June 2010
Thursday, 17 June 2010
It wasn't JUST about sex......
I was a little worried that yesterday's post gave the impression that my fling with my gran's friend was just about shagging, so I thought I should write some more about our times together.
Even this troubled me, but I reasoned that even if she was still alive, she would be 98 years old, and hardly likely to be surfing tranny blogs!
It may take a few posts to tell the whole story, but it was a VERY important part of my life, and not to be rushed.
So, like a lots of my generation, I was still doing my gran's Saturday morning shopping when I was 24 years old. It was just accepted that you looked after your gran in those days, and I'd done the same thing every Saturday since I was 10 or 11 years old, on my bike in those days.
I used to drive over to her house at about 10 in the morning, have a coffee, pick up her list and go and collect her groceries ( I still remember the Co-op, with it's little wooden cash cylinders on wires, whizzing overhead to the office) and get back in time for lunch.
Anyway, her friend Gwen was usually there when I arrived, she came for coffee with gran every week, and stopped for a few hours, and was usually still there when I got back with the shopping.
I would often give her a lift home and found her very different to the other pensioner friends of grans.
It's hard to explain why I should be attracted to someone old enough to be my gran, but a description may help. Gwen was quite tall, over 5' 8" I'd say, but slim, with long auburn hair, not a trace of grey and always in a sort of bun, held, I remember, with a bakelite clip in the shape of a butterfly. Her legs were really long, not what I was used to seeing on a woman of her age, and she liked to show them off, not in a blatent, sexual way; she just wasn't into the mid-calf skirt and floral pinnie uniform of the other visitors to grans. Her skirts were just above the knee, and nicely fitted to show of her legs and rounded bum. She wasn't exactly big-breasted, but they were full and high, not droopy, and I spent a lot of time trying to sneak a look at them without her seeing. Ha!, more fool me! she was not stupid, and knew exactly what I was doing, I later found out.
So, one Saturday, I'd done my duty, got back with the goods, and sat with a coffee chatting to Gwen and gran. We would get a bit flirty sometimes, but being young, I thought anything slighty smutty was in my imagination, not thinking for a moment that someone of Gwen's generation would know anything about stuff that we trendy young people got up to. Having been into crossdressing for a long time, I was particularly impressed with Gwen's clothes that day, the grey skirt was one I'd seen many times, but she had on a new low-cut, long sleeved tight top in a lovely shade of almost electric blue, and I could make out the outline of her bra! Bloody hell, I could see Gwen's bra! It was MUCH later that I discovered it was a 'Wonderbra' which had come out in the late 60's, and boy, did it make them puppies look good!I was starting to feel uncomfortable and a bit hot under the collar, and unfortunately she caught me looking a few times.......... ( more, later).
Even this troubled me, but I reasoned that even if she was still alive, she would be 98 years old, and hardly likely to be surfing tranny blogs!
It may take a few posts to tell the whole story, but it was a VERY important part of my life, and not to be rushed.
So, like a lots of my generation, I was still doing my gran's Saturday morning shopping when I was 24 years old. It was just accepted that you looked after your gran in those days, and I'd done the same thing every Saturday since I was 10 or 11 years old, on my bike in those days.
I used to drive over to her house at about 10 in the morning, have a coffee, pick up her list and go and collect her groceries ( I still remember the Co-op, with it's little wooden cash cylinders on wires, whizzing overhead to the office) and get back in time for lunch.
Anyway, her friend Gwen was usually there when I arrived, she came for coffee with gran every week, and stopped for a few hours, and was usually still there when I got back with the shopping.
I would often give her a lift home and found her very different to the other pensioner friends of grans.
It's hard to explain why I should be attracted to someone old enough to be my gran, but a description may help. Gwen was quite tall, over 5' 8" I'd say, but slim, with long auburn hair, not a trace of grey and always in a sort of bun, held, I remember, with a bakelite clip in the shape of a butterfly. Her legs were really long, not what I was used to seeing on a woman of her age, and she liked to show them off, not in a blatent, sexual way; she just wasn't into the mid-calf skirt and floral pinnie uniform of the other visitors to grans. Her skirts were just above the knee, and nicely fitted to show of her legs and rounded bum. She wasn't exactly big-breasted, but they were full and high, not droopy, and I spent a lot of time trying to sneak a look at them without her seeing. Ha!, more fool me! she was not stupid, and knew exactly what I was doing, I later found out.
So, one Saturday, I'd done my duty, got back with the goods, and sat with a coffee chatting to Gwen and gran. We would get a bit flirty sometimes, but being young, I thought anything slighty smutty was in my imagination, not thinking for a moment that someone of Gwen's generation would know anything about stuff that we trendy young people got up to. Having been into crossdressing for a long time, I was particularly impressed with Gwen's clothes that day, the grey skirt was one I'd seen many times, but she had on a new low-cut, long sleeved tight top in a lovely shade of almost electric blue, and I could make out the outline of her bra! Bloody hell, I could see Gwen's bra! It was MUCH later that I discovered it was a 'Wonderbra' which had come out in the late 60's, and boy, did it make them puppies look good!I was starting to feel uncomfortable and a bit hot under the collar, and unfortunately she caught me looking a few times.......... ( more, later).
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Life's little pleasures....
So, last night I had an evening to myself, and we all know what THAT leads to.... I decided it was time to sort out my porn collection, and dump some of the old soft-porn videos. The video machine is on it's last legs, and DVD's are so much easier when you want to skip to your favourite bit.
Naturally, dressing for the part is compulsory, and tarty is a must where porn is concerned, so I went for a waspie-style cupless basque ( it gives me quite a decent pair of tits, and makes the nipples VERY sensitive!) with black stockings, 4" heels, a teeny-tiny flippy little black mini-skirt, black lacy panties, a silk ballet-wrap top and short blonde wig.
It took me a while to sort the rubbish porn from the good stuff, and I decided to have quick run through some of my favourites to whittle them down some more.
NOT my best idea, I'd only flicked through 'Grannies Cumming' for a few minutes before a warm sensation in my lacy panties alerted me to a growing bulge under my skirt! I should say that, because of a period in my early youth when I was involved with a, shall we say, more mature lady, I have always had a thing for the older woman. She was a friend of my gran's, I was 24, she was 62, bloody hell could she fuck! I think she just wanted a little boy to hold to her bosom, I wasn't going to argue, I suckled there many times! Anyway, another five minutes of watching sexy pensioners being fucked by yound virile boys and my fingers had gone first to my titties, to squeeze and pull the stiff, SO sensitive nipples, and then to the hard cock under the hem of the mini-skirt. It's so hard to hold back when the grannie on the screen is giving her all, and bouncing up and down on a massive cock, with her big, unfettered tits smacking the youth in the face as she rode him to a massive cum, and, not wanting to feel left out, I shot my load all over my little panties.
NOT the most productive evening, still not sorted out the porn and a pair of panties to wash, but it brought back memories of youth, and it felt fucking lovely! I don't know how successful I'll be at the next attempt, I've got 'Bianca Black's London Fantasy' and 'Granny fucks A Tranny' to look through next....... I'll be covered in spunk that night!
Naturally, dressing for the part is compulsory, and tarty is a must where porn is concerned, so I went for a waspie-style cupless basque ( it gives me quite a decent pair of tits, and makes the nipples VERY sensitive!) with black stockings, 4" heels, a teeny-tiny flippy little black mini-skirt, black lacy panties, a silk ballet-wrap top and short blonde wig.
It took me a while to sort the rubbish porn from the good stuff, and I decided to have quick run through some of my favourites to whittle them down some more.
NOT my best idea, I'd only flicked through 'Grannies Cumming' for a few minutes before a warm sensation in my lacy panties alerted me to a growing bulge under my skirt! I should say that, because of a period in my early youth when I was involved with a, shall we say, more mature lady, I have always had a thing for the older woman. She was a friend of my gran's, I was 24, she was 62, bloody hell could she fuck! I think she just wanted a little boy to hold to her bosom, I wasn't going to argue, I suckled there many times! Anyway, another five minutes of watching sexy pensioners being fucked by yound virile boys and my fingers had gone first to my titties, to squeeze and pull the stiff, SO sensitive nipples, and then to the hard cock under the hem of the mini-skirt. It's so hard to hold back when the grannie on the screen is giving her all, and bouncing up and down on a massive cock, with her big, unfettered tits smacking the youth in the face as she rode him to a massive cum, and, not wanting to feel left out, I shot my load all over my little panties.
NOT the most productive evening, still not sorted out the porn and a pair of panties to wash, but it brought back memories of youth, and it felt fucking lovely! I don't know how successful I'll be at the next attempt, I've got 'Bianca Black's London Fantasy' and 'Granny fucks A Tranny' to look through next....... I'll be covered in spunk that night!
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Bravo/Brava Auntie!
The main advantage of not having a television is being able to watch programmes on the BBC iplayer when time permits, and this week, I have chiefly been watching...... 'The BBC Opera Season'. It has been fantastic, and Auntie Beeb should be congratulated on this wonderful series of shows.
Rolando Villazon was superb in 'What Makes A Great Tenor', and the 'Opera Italia' programmes on Verdi ( or Joe Green, as our old music teacher would insist on calling him, to the chagrin of the non-latin speakers who had to have the joke explained to them), and Puccini, were really informative. They say you learn a new thing every day, true where these programmes are concerned.
I'm halfway through last night's 'Pavarrotti: A Life in Seven Arias', and will be looking forward to the weekend and Puccini's 'La Boheme', my all-time favourite. I shall be curled up on the sofa, glass of Merlot in one hand and a tissue in the other, ready to sob my heart out at the sad demise of poor Mimi. I'm filling up already...........
See, wearing slutty undies and masturbation are NOT my only passions.
Rolando Villazon was superb in 'What Makes A Great Tenor', and the 'Opera Italia' programmes on Verdi ( or Joe Green, as our old music teacher would insist on calling him, to the chagrin of the non-latin speakers who had to have the joke explained to them), and Puccini, were really informative. They say you learn a new thing every day, true where these programmes are concerned.
I'm halfway through last night's 'Pavarrotti: A Life in Seven Arias', and will be looking forward to the weekend and Puccini's 'La Boheme', my all-time favourite. I shall be curled up on the sofa, glass of Merlot in one hand and a tissue in the other, ready to sob my heart out at the sad demise of poor Mimi. I'm filling up already...........
See, wearing slutty undies and masturbation are NOT my only passions.
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Well what do they expect?...
If 'Matalan' and 'George at Asda' will insist on selling shoes in size 8 for crazy prices, they must expect the place to be crawling with blokes walking ever so slowly round the shoe section, trying to look bored while inwardly screaming YES!, YES!, YES!, I'VE GOT TO HAVE 'EM!, I WANT THEM!, I MUST HAVE 'EM!, NOW!........
I tried to resist, the lovely grey strappy pair on the right were in and out of my basket so many times that the heels were starting to wear down! No good though, I had to own them, they are SO darling! Funny how you don't expect shoes that cost a tenner to be well-made or comfortable, but they are both, I could wear them all day and still feel as though I'd just put them on. I can even walk like a girl in them, a positive plus for a trannie!
The brown 'minnie-mouse' pair on the left look lovely with a brown and gold flared mini-skirt and a beige strappy top, maybe a bit too young for a 'mature' trannie like me, though, but it's only pretend, innit.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
It's an ill wind!
The plus side to the weather has been having to stay at home and catch up with loads of paperwork. That, of course, means dressing for the part, and I managed to spend a couple of days in 'secretary mode'. It's so nice and girly to get up on a morning and have a long shower, get made up, slip on a dressing gown and open up that wardrobe door! It's as hard for a tranny to choose an outfit as it is for real girls, and we only do it on maybe a couple of days in a month, how proper girls do it day in, day out, I'll never understand. It's a girl thing I guess, but I'll NEVER criticise a girl for having too many clothes, it must be a nightmare trying to look different every day. It's not a problem us 'girly-boys' have, we can wear the same thing for work eevery day for a week and nobody gives us a second glance, wear the same skirt two days running in an office full of girls and EVERYONE will notice!
A slow start to the New Year!
This bloody awful weather has made life VERY difficult this year, I was hoping to have some spare time to update the blog, but this is my first chance since the week before Christmas. The holiday was very enjoyable, and New Years Eve was spent as Sara, in 2 different outfits. I tried out my new curly, black-with-red-highlights wig, and went a bit Goth with the thigh boots and OTT make-up! It's not something I'd wear to do a big shop in ASDA, but it was fun playing about with a new look.
Shock! Horror! I discovered on Dec.30th that I didn't have enough sticky pads for my long false nails! I sent an e-mail to Lynn at handpaintednails.com only to find that she was almost out of them as well! Thankfully, she had a couple of sheets that she posted off straight away, and they arrived first thing New Years Eve, she's a little darling! I thought the nails looked really good, and her service is second to none, her nails4men.com site has all the details of big nails for big hands!
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