Date: Tue, 31 May 2016 02:48:51 +0000
From: Joyce Devries <joyce_devries@hotmail.com>
Subject: September Wedding 2014, TG Diary Entry

Saturday September 6th, 2014, September Wedding

By Joyce Devries, joyce_devries@hotmail.com
Yahoo Chat ID: joyce_devriestv@yahoo.com


Note, this a true story, some of the names have been changed, but
certainly not the events of the days!, this is taken right from my
diary entry of the time.

My (email) name is Joyce Devries and it was a real life
adventure, no this was not a TV/TG event. My spouse knows about and
totally supports me as "Joyce"; she is an incredible GG, as you will
see. I am 5'0", TV, live near Toronto, Ont., Canada, pass quite well as
a woman and have done tons of "real life" things as a woman, this was a
different experience, I have been to many Weddings as a guest as a
female, but this was my first outdoor Wedding I attended and brought
with it some unique wardrobe challenges.
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	It all started with an email from my husband, Sharon in early
August 2014:

Joyce,

I know how you adore going to Weddings, well, a close friend of mine
from work is looking for a date for one in September, and he asked if I
knew of anyone that would fit in with him as a date. He is very
recently divorced, 52 years old, fit and attractive and really nice. I
told him that I have a girlfriend also recently divorced and would ask
if she was interested. It is his nieces wedding and is in Hamilton, he
lives in Orangeville, so he will be getting a hotel room, so you will
have someplace to change from ceremony to reception if you accept. Only
catch is that this an outdoor backyard Wedding and I know your wardrobe
is mainly for fall/Winter attire, AND I know you do not own any ballet
flats or shoes that you can walk in grass without leaving perforation
holes. Think about it and let me know, he is expecting an answer in a
few days.

Sharon

p.s. he has no clue about your true sex, so chose what you wear
carefully if you accept.

	I had to stop and think about it after I read the email,
Wedding's are the ultimate to go to as a female, with no one knowing
your true sex, but I had to stop and pause in thinking of the timing,
and what on earth I would wear. First order of business was to say
"YES!", and emailed my husband back right away and told her that I
would figure out clothing and was really looking forward to going to
another Wedding as a female.

	I had a month to prepare, and since I do not dress in the summer
months in public, I would have to rely on the internet for finding
shoes for the Wedding, as I could not go out and get them as Joyce. I
then started thumbing through my various closets for a dress for a
summer Wedding dress that would be appropriate. I found several floral
dresses that would have been more than appropriate, but the material of
them was more heavy and would be great for a fall/spring Wedding, but
not a warm summer day outdoor Wedding. With the weather in Southern
Ontario being so crazy in the early month of September, it could be 90
degrees one day and 55 the next, picking a dress was going to be a
challenge. So I picked one of my floral dresses, a calf length one with
lace around the collar, and hung that one up in my room as an option
for cooler weather (Sharon actually wore this to a Wedding years ago).
I then started chatting via email with my husband Sharon about it and
she said in an email, "try to find something strapless it will be more
comfortable if it is warm". Well, #1, I really do not have the body for
a strapless dress (or so I thought), and #2 had never worn a strapless
dress in public and #3, the strapless dresses I do have are more for
the reception than the Wedding. I then asked her about the Wedding and
as a veteran of going to Weddings dressed as female a guest, I asked
where the reception was going to be and she told me at the hotel that
my date was staying at, and she suggested one of my LBD's for that
(however not my clubbing ones). She also told me that it was going to
be a "traditional reception", with a full 4 course meal and dancing
after, so to pick my shoes appropriately. Well, with a ton of LBD's in
my closets that was not going to be a problem, it was the actual
Wedding ceremony dress that was going to be the issue.

	Then the searches on Ebay started, I started first for the dress,
it did not take long till I found a dress looked like what I had in
mind, it was strapless, floral and colourful, above the knee almost a
mini, and was slightly spandex, and my body shape, the real selling
point was it was had a peplum and for $20 it was worth the gamble. I
won the auction for the dress and then it was trying to find shoes for
it, that was more of a challenge, as I wanted at least a heel, but knew
that a stiletto style heel was not going to work in grass. For the
cooler weather dress I had heels in black that were slightly wider in
the heel that would work, but all my white heels were stiletto's and
with the dress I got, it would have be a variation of one of the
colours in the dress or white. I found a pair of white low 1" pumps
with a wide heel, almost "grandmother like looking", but for $10 and
they were white patent, and I had a matching white patent clutch purse,
and finally, I was only wearing them for the actual Wedding ceremony
(probably never again), I went for them and won the auction.

	Over the course of the month of August, my husband Sharon set me
up to talk with my date for the Wedding, his name was Mark. We chatted
several times on the phone and on instant messaging and got to know one
another and he did seem like what Sharon described as a nice and decent
man. Our conversations were civil and not once did we talk anything
sexual, it was all very platonic, and we shared pictures, and Sharon
was right, he was very good looking and he loved how I looked as well.
Well, the dress and the shoes arrived and I was tingling with
excitement and when I slipped on the dress, it fit like a dream, and
the shoes, well, they were what they were, not sexy at all but very
matronly, but practical, I even tried in our backyard walking in them
at night on the grass, and they certainly did not sink in, so they were
going to be right for the Wedding if I wore the summer dress. I
continued to speak with Mark several times, we talked about our
divorces (which I had to make up) and life in general and were getting
very comfortable with each other. I told him I had my dress(s) picked
out for the Wedding, but as always, I like to dress to please my date
and asked him what he would like to see me wearing to the reception in
case he had other ideas. I got the usual male response of, "something
short and elegant yet sexy, high heels and silky legs". I told him, I
was sure I could accommodate his wishes, then went and started looking
through the one closet with all my 20 or so LBD's. The dress I came up
with was one that actually my date, a GG Lesbian, wore of mine on a
date two years earlier with her (we were the LBD twins), a silk black
slip dress and a lace shell over the satin slip tight fitting body con
style. It was more than just above the knee and very comfortable and
definitely a classic LBD, and since I had not personally wore it in
public I decided on it. I emailed my date Mark and told him I had made
my choices and that he would like them and then he emailed back that he
could not wait to see what I had chosen for the Wedding ceremony and
reception.

	The week before the date of the Wedding I was watching the
temperatures closely and the long range weather forecast, and it was
looking like the temperature on the day of the Wedding were going to be
in the mid to low 70's, so the off the shoulder dress was the choice
for the ceremony. I knew I was going to have to pack things for the
change from the Wedding ceremony to the reception, and found I could
get everything in either the dress bag and a tote bag, so a duffle bag
was not going to be needed. Mark and I continued to chat, more over IM
than on the phone and I could sense that the tone of the conversation
was changing, not directly, but in a subtle way, and I was quite
enjoying the exchanges. I knew something more might come out of this
date than what had originally been planned, so I made sure I packed
accordingly.

	Before I starting the packing, I did a dress rehearsal of exactly
what I would be wearing for the ceremony and the reception. It was a
Thursday evening and the house was clear and I wanted my husband to see
what I was going to be wearing in case I was missing anything glaring.
So on the day of the dress rehearsal, I started by placing everything
out I was going to be modeling and put it on my bed. I started with my
outfit for the Wedding, the dress and the heels, and grabbed a new
package of both ultra sheer toe to waist nude pantyhose and a pair of
ultra sheer nude stay ups. Next was the dress for the reception and I
laid it out and started thinking about the hose and heels for the
evening. After conversations with Mark, and as always I like to feel
sexy when out on a formal date decided on a brand new piece in my
lingerie collection which was a black, all satin and lace merry widow,
complete with 4 garters. I went with stockings, not stay ups or
pantyhose, and the stockings were ultra sheer nearly black, with a lace
band up at the top and I placed a new package on the bed. Next was the
shoes, and for the ceremony, the white low one inch clunky heels. I
then started to debate in my mind the heels for the reception, and was
originally thinking about my 4" black patent stiletto's, but since
there was going to be dancing, and I was not sure if my date would want
to do allot of dancing, chose a compromise and that was the 4" black
patent platform Mary Jane stiletto heels, which I wore to the 2013 NYE
Gala and had no problem in dancing in and looked sexy enough and feel
like you are in 3" heels. I decided for the jewellery and accessories,
I would wait until I actually put on the dresses and then pick other
lingerie from there.

	My husband came home from work at around 6pm, and she called down
to me from upstairs and told me that she was ready whenever I was. I
started to get ready, my plan literally was to package everything up
after I showed Sharon and then to put it in the clothing or tote bag
for the weekend when my date was coming to pick me up. I started with
the ceremony dress and thought about lingerie, and the bra was going to
be my new white padded strapless bra, and the panties were going to be
a powder blue lace and satin bikini style for both of the dresses. I
gave a thought about taping my breasts for cleavage, but decided not to
as both of the dresses did not show any anyway. I started with my latex
vagina and then powder blue panties and then my foundation garment. I
then pulled out a pair of white satin gloves and put on a pair of sheer
nude stay ups from my lingerie drawer, runs and all, and slipped them
on. I decided on a small pearl anklet for my right leg and put it on. I
was thinking of some new pearl jewellery I got, matching necklace and
bracelet, the pearls were a combination of large and small, definitely
an occasion type of set, not for the office or the mall and small pearl
dropped earring set. A silver formal watch for my left wrist and for
rings, I had to be careful not to put on either of my Wedding sets, but
did go with my Lesbian pinky ring, other Lesbian ring and my Bridesmaid
ring in the ring finger position. I started getting ready, first was
the bra, I knew it was going to be my new padded white strapless bra
and I put it on and then the breast forms, and found it did not work
and realized with my natural breasts, and the padded bra, I have a
natural FULL B cup almost C cup sized chest, so nothing extra was going
to be needed. I slipped into the dress and it was the first time with
the bra and it fit like a glove, even more than the first time I tried
it on. Lastly was the heels and then I decided to put on just a touch
of makeup and my usual hair, not the longer hair I had just recently
got. I put on a light application of eyeliner, then one of Sharon and
I's matching lipsticks. The final check was to see if it was going to
be too short for stay ups, or was I going to have to go with pantyhose,
I checked in the mirror, and then sitting down, and sitting down it was
close I then grabbed the white patent clutch purse and headed upstairs
to meet my husband.

	I walked into the living room and she was on the couch watching
television, and looked me up and down and said, "wow!, the whole look
is amazing, I love the necklace and bracelet, and the matching clutch
purse to your shoes", she then looked at my shoes and giggled and said,
"I think my mother has shoes like that, but they will work for the
Wedding and in the grass". She asked me if I was going to be
comfortable wearing strapless and I told her I was and she said, "only
word of advice I am going to give you, no matter what, do not adjust
the chest in public, find the nearest private place, preferably the
ladies room". I told her I already knew that and she then said, "ok,
let's see your reception dress, and what nylons are you wearing now?".
I told her stay ups and she then had me sit down, and said, "when you
sit down, discreetly tug on the skirt of the dress a little as you are
sitting down, as I can see a bit of the tops of them". I told her I
would remember that and then went back downstairs and carefully took
off all of the jewellery and packed it up in my tote bag, except for
the silver formal watch, I hung up the dress for the ceremony.

	I then started getting ready for showing my husband the dress and
final look I was planning on wearing to the reception to her. I
stripped out of everything clothing except for the latex vagina,
panties and foundation garment. I slipped on the black lace and satin
merry widow and then grabbed two ultra sheer black stockings from my
lingerie drawer, runs and all, and did not bother with my white satin
gloves and slipped them on and clipped them into place. I loved the
look and feel, and knew it would make me feel special all night wearing
the merry widow, and no one knowing I was wearing sexy lingerie under
my dress. Only issue was that even though my breasts were enough to
almost fill the cups of the bra part, in order to give myself the same
appearance of the afternoon, breast size wise, I needed my breast
inserts, so I put them in. Next was the silk slip part of the dress and
then the lace shell over top. Figure hugging and fit like a dream, I
then slipped into the black patent 4" patent platform Mary Jane heels
and went to the mirror to have a look. The dress fell about an inch
lower than the ceremony dress to about 2 inches above my knees, and the
way I adjusted the garters on the stockings, even sitting down, I could
not see the tops. I liked the look allot, especially with the cute
heels and the fact the straps of the bra of the merry widow and the
satin slip of the dress showed was sexy. I then moved on to figuring
out accessories. Since the dress and shoes and hose was of a black
theme, the look needed some "bling". The jewellery was going to be one
of my sparkly rhinestone sets, and it was long dangly earrings and a
matching necklace, I finished off the look with a rhinestone anklet and
a wide banded rhinestone bracelet on my right wrist. I took one look in
the mirror and liked the look and then went and grabbed my new black
patent clutch purse and headed upstairs to see what my husband thought.

	I went into the living room and he was still watching television,
and said, "well, very nice, and that dress does look familiar, looks
just as good on you as it did Brenda, and are seriously going to wear
those heels?". I told her I was and that I wore them to the New Years
Eve Gala the last time and had no problem dancing in them for the
entire night. She just rolled her eyes and said, "well, as long as you
are comfortable with them, they do make the outfit look nice and are
cute as well, they show off your legs, and by the way, Mark has told me
over and over, how much he is looking forward to meeting you in
person". I smiled and then hiked up the skirt of my dress shell and the
lace and Sharon said, "oh my!, garters and stockings, and is that a
merry widow?, are you serious?, I can see by the look in your eyes, you
have something else on your mind by wearing those". I said nothing and
just smiled and she said, "do not start something you are not willing
to finish". I just smiled back and told her I was a big girl and knew
what I was doing and loved looking elegant on the outside but sexy on
the inside. She smiled and said, "I am sure you do, and on the day of
the Wedding, I will be leaving around noon, after all, you are a single
divorced female living alone, would look strange with me around, and I
will be taking the truck, so just the car will be in the driveway,
Brenda and I will be spending the day and evening together, so the
house will be empty when you come home, so be sure to pack keys". I
told her I would and left the room and went downstairs.

	I slipped out of everything, and hung up my dress in the dress
bag, and packed away the shoes in the dress bag and as well as all of
the jewellery in the tote bag. The Merry widow went into the tote bag,
as well as both clutch purses, but not before I packed them. I packed
both with the usual clutch purse items, tissues, a tampon (as I will be
on my period if things got romantic), a compact and I was going to wait
until the day of the Wedding when I did my makeup to pack my lipstick
and blush for touch ups and knew I would have to move things around
between clutch purses as I changed between the Wedding and the
reception.

	The day of the Wedding came, and I looked outside and checked the
weather and it was perfect, a high of 72 degrees and no rain and
slightly overcast, so no alternative Wedding dress was going to be
needed. My date was to pick me up at 2pm, for the 3pm wedding in
Hamilton, so around noon I went and showered and got clean all over. I
then went down to my room and started getting ready for the day, as
always going to weddings as a female stealth, I was tingling with
excitement, even more as this was a blind date. I started with the
latex vagina, panties, powder blue satin and lace, from a matching bra
and panty set, then my foundation garment. Next was, my bra for the
ceremony dress, which was the white padded strapless bra. I then pulled
out a pair of white satin gloves and opened a pair of ultra sheer nude
stay ups and carefully put them on. About that time, my husband called
downstairs and said, "I am leaving now, see you tomorrow and have a
good time at the Wedding, and remember to always smile". She left and I
continued to get ready. I slipped on the dress and heels, and next was
the anklet, then I sat down and started doing my nails, which was my
favourite red polish Renee gave me for Christmas one year. I waited for
them to dry and then moved to my bathroom to put on my makeup. Makeup
for the ceremony was going to be my basic office application, and I
would darken it up for when I changed for the evening. I started with
my eyes, a light application of black eyeliner, purple eye shadow on
the lower lids, and light pink on the upper, then finished off with a
healthy coat of lash blast mascara. Blush was my light blush and just
enough to give my cheeks a little colour, lastly was my lipstick, was
one of Sharon and I's matching, "everything with wine", and I put on a
healthy coat, then lip gloss to give them a shine. I then pondered what
perfume to wear, as I could not change perfumes when I changed for the
reception, and I always like to wear my Obsession perfume on formal
dates/occasions. I thought about my Halston's, perfect for a Wedding
and an outdoor setting, as well as the Curious perfume, however, what I
decided on was the Obsession perfume, but only a very small amount, a
dab behind both ears and a tiny one on my wrists, and the plan was to
put much more on when I changed for the reception. I was in the middle
of packing my makeup, perfume and checking my clutch purses when the
phone rang and it was Mark, telling me he was just getting off the
highway. A last second thought came into my head, and that was, if the
evening turned out romantic, I wanted it to be special for Mark and
myself as well. I would want Mark to know what I was wearing all
evening long under my dress at the reception, BUT, since I would be on
my period and he would not know my true sex, so I had to be careful. I
decided to pull out one of my black leather miniskirts, one with slits
on the sides, it clearly would be showing the garters of the Merry
Widow, as well, my black 5 1/4" patent heels and stuffed them in the
duffle bag. Then just before zipping up the bag, I grabbed the roll of
medical tape I use for taping my breasts and threw it in "just in
case", I thought.

	As always with a blind date and going with a man you have never
seen before was exciting and nervous all at the same time. I grabbed my
dress bag and tote bag and headed upstairs as I knew he was only a
couple of minutes away. I put down the bags on the couch and then went
to the main hallway and did one final check in the full length mirror
and then the knock at the door came. I went to the front door and
opened it and there he was, dressed in a grey suit, blue tie and had a
dozen red roses for me. He was much taller than I thought and looked as
handsome as the pictures he sent me and we shared. He smiled and handed
me the flowers and told me how lovely I looked, I smiled wildly and
then leaned up and had to be on my tippy toes and gave his cheek a
light thank you kiss. I thanked him and invited him in to the house and
told him, I was all set to go and wanted to put the flowers in a vase
and water before we left. I went to the kitchen and pulled out a vase
and filled it partially with water and put the flowers in and smelled
them and loved the smell. I walked back into the living room and Mark
asked if he could help with anything and I told him that he could grab
my bags and he smiled and grabbed them and I grabbed my white patent
clutch purse and we headed out the front door, I locked the door, and
we continued to his car. As we walked to the car, I spotted him looking
down at my heels, and I smiled, looked at him and giggled a little. He
just smiled back and we went to the back of his car he put in the bags
and then ushered me to the passenger side and opened the door for me
and I slid in.

	Now, the dress I was wearing was tight and the skirt definitely
rode up, but for modesty I tugged down on it to cover the tops of the
stay ups, but even then, it left allot of leg showing, and when Mark
slid in to the drivers seat, I could see where his eyes went
immediately. I noticed this and he quickly looked away from checking
out my legs and I kept looking forward, and smiled inside and right
then and there, knew that if I wanted things to get romantic, the ball
was in my court. We chatted like we did on IM and on the phone about
life in general and how life was while being divorced and single again.
At one point he asked me about why the two dresses and not one, and I
told him, "You will understand when we get to the Wedding". He told me
the last Wedding he was at was over 20 years ago, and I told him much
has changed since then, and that women's fashions and expectations at
Weddings had changed. It was funny, it seemed every time we stopped at
a stoplight, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him checking out my
silky legs.

	We arrived at the house for the Wedding, and it was in the West
end of Hamilton, almost in Ancaster, the house was huge, and was in a
really posh area in Hamilton. We parked on the street and Mark came and
opened my door and modestly slid out with him grabbing my hand to help
me. As we walked along, I thought, "gee I never thought of what to
expect, all of the Weddings I have been to are in a church". We walked
up the driveway, I was hanging onto his arm, and the limo was in the
driveway and a couple of other Wedding themed decorated cars. There was
a sign to go around back and we did and all I could say was "wow". It
was almost like the ones you see in the movies, balloons and streamers,
an arbour adorned with flowers and streamers at the end of the isles.
One of the users came and asked the usual question, "Bride's side or
Groom's?" Mark spoke up and said "the Bride". The usher then told us to
follow him and sat us, I was seated next to a woman about my age, and
we exchanged the usual, "female to female" smile, and as usual, checked
each other out and she said, "what a darling dress", she was wearing a
darker floral dress, sweetheart neckline, well made up, and that is
about all I could see and I complimented her back. As usual, the
conversation mainly was between myself and her about how romantic and
wonderful the surroundings were and how nice the weather was while Mark
talked to the man sitting beside him. I then started to look around and
could not see much of the other females, other than the fact, it was
all formal summer attire, all dresses.

Eventually the music started and we all stood as the
Bridesmaid's, 4 of them, did the traditional walk down the isle. I
could not help but get a tingle down my spine and smile wildly inside,
as I recalled the 4 times I had the opportunity in my life to walk down
the isle as one of them for real, and knew exactly what was going
through each of their minds. I sized up their dresses and not
surprisingly, they were strapless A-line dresses, not flattering at all
to any of them, and not very romantic or pretty, pale pink, floor
length with a white satin sash, all were made up perfectly, and hair
piled up, then came the Bride, again, not surprising in a strapless
white sheath style gown, with an organza skirt, hair piled up and very
well made up, the dress not romantic or feminine at all. The ceremony
was thankfully short lived and before I knew it the Bride was going
back up the isle and unlike a traditional Church Wedding. Once the
Bride and Groom were gone to sign the registrar, it was announced that
there was going to be champagne and snacks being served.

Then the fun began, I grabbed onto Mark's arm and with my hand in
that arm, held my clutch purse in the same hand and he started leading
me around and introducing me as his "new friend". I remembered what my
husband told me and that was to keep smiling and I did and I cannot
remember how many people I met, but I was complimented over and over on
my dress and a couple of comments, "my you make a lovely couple". I
definitely was in feminine heaven, I had to be careful not to stare at
any of the other formally dressed females, some of which were stunning
to look at and very well put together. As we walked around I was happy
my heels were not going into the grass and I eventually grabbed a glass
of champagne and just in time to toast the bride and groom. After the
toast, the mingling continued and the snacks, which I nibbled on as
Mark lead me around. I could not help but thinking of what the wedding
party was doing, out getting pictures taken and all of the posing and
such, the times I had to do it for real, and how much fun it was and a
pain at the same time, getting posed in different positions, wondering
how the pictures would come out. I could not help but notice that Mark
was gently caressing my arm from time to time as he walked me around
and introduced me, when he did, I would always look up at him and gave
him a loving smile, and stared at him in the eyes, almost saying, "keep
it up". Then, what I feared happened did, I had felt the bodice of my
dress start starting to slip and then it got to a point I definitely
had to tug it up. I was in a bit of panic, but found one of the people
I thought was family, and asked where the washrooms were, and was told
to go inside and first door on the right. I smiled at Mark and told him
I had to use the ladies room, and excused myself and quickly made my
way to the house and inside to the washroom. I had to use the
facilities anyway, put down my clutch purse and hiked up my dress and
moved things around, did my business and cleaned up. I then adjusted
the dress, nice and high just to be sure and then opened my clutch
purse and pulled out my lipstick and touched up my lips, and applied
gloss and they looked perfect again. I then packed up my purse and left
the washroom, and went back to the party and Mark was waiting for me.

It was around 4:30pm, and the Wedding started to break up and
other women were telling their partners that they needed to get changed
for the reception at 6:30pm. I told Mark that it was time to go and we
said goodbye to a few people and that we would see them at the
reception. Mark lead me out to the car and I stood at the passenger
side door and he opened it for me and I slid in. As he walked around to
the driver's side, I again adjusted my dress and made sure my stocking
tops were not showing and that I was showing maximum leg. Mark slid in
and again glanced at my legs and this time I looked him in the eyes and
gave him a playful smile and a cute giggle, and then looked straight
ahead. The hotel Mark was staying at was about 15 minutes away, and
across the street was the reception hall, so it was very convenient. As
we pulled in the parking lot, I noticed that many other people from the
Wedding were staying at the same hotel. Mark came around to my door
after getting my dress bag and duffle bag. He opened my door for me and
I carefully slid my legs around and Mark was a gentleman and offered me
his hand and I forced my knees together and carefully stood up. Now, as
for giving Mark a "money shot" of my panties, I am sure I did, but it
was not intentional, but I could tell by the wry smile on his face, he
at least got to see my stocking tops. I stood up and grabbed his arm
and with clutch purse in hand he lead me into the lobby of the hotel
and we went and signed in. The girl behind the counter said, "I take it
you are here for the Wedding?", I spoke up and said yes, and she smiled
at me and we shared the "usual female to female smile", and she looked
me over and said, "I love your dress, and that necklace is darling", I
thanked her and the thought of "oh dear, if you only knew what was
under my dress". She handed Mark the room keys and told Mark the room
was all ready as he asked for and I thought, "that is strange", and she
smiled and was mainly looking at me and said, "enjoy the Wedding
reception", I smiled back at her and said, "we will". We headed to the
elevators and I hung off Mark's arm, and at the elevators, met up with
other couples obviously coming from the wedding going to their rooms to
get changed, and as always each of the females checked each other out
and exchanged the usual, "female to female" smiles.

We got to our floor on the 12th floor and Mark escorted me to his
room, which was 1201, and escorted me in, and hung up my dress bag and
put down the duffle bag. The room was pretty typical for a hotel room,
and what I noticed was that here was a bottle on ice and two wine
glasses on the table in front of the couch. Mark saw that I noticed
them and said, "I hope you do not mind, I got some wine for the room,
as I thought we would have time to relax before the reception and
thought you would enjoy". I told him I definitely would and thanked him
for the thought, and looked at the clock, and we still had 45 minutes
to go before the reception. Mark poured two glasses of white wine and
we sat down on the couch, and he handed me my glass and we started to
chat as we sipped on our wine about the wedding and he asked me about
what I thought about the people I had met and told him I thought all of
them were very nice. It was about then, I saw he kept on staring at my
legs and I looked down and realized when I sat down that my dress rode
way up and I failed to ensure that my stocking tops were not exposed.
When Mark saw me notice this, I swear he turned beet red in the face
and I noticed this and reached over and gently caressed his hand and
said, "sorry, about that", and reached down and tugged my skirt down.
He smiled and said, "that is ok, I did not mind the show, and I did not
think women wore stockings and garter belt anymore". I laughed and told
him, that they were not stockings and no garter belt, but instead, they
were like stockings but had an elastic band at the top to hold them up
and were a substitute for pantyhose and much more comfortable. He said,
"well, I never knew, but I must admit they do look sexy", I laughed and
said, "well if you think so, then they are", he then said, "oh trust me
they are, my ex never wore pantyhose or anything like those, she rarely
wore skirts for that matter". I laughed out loud and told him, with my
job, I had no choice, skirt suits were what we all had to wear at the
shop (which is not a lie), and bare legs were not allowed. I knew that
ice had been broken, but I could sense it was also starting to "melt",
so to speak, as he came back with, "I do love a sharply dressed woman
in a skirt suit, sexy, yet professional, all at the same time". I took
it one step further and said, "let's not forget to finish the whole
look off, high heels". He smiled while looking me right in the eyes and
softly said, "oh yes", I swear, I came "that" close to moving my face
towards his to initiate a kiss, but I did not. Instead, I decided to
make things a little more interesting for the evening and said in a
slightly sexy voice, "well if you like a woman in heels, and stockings
and a garter belt, you might be in for a treat this evening". He smiled
and said, "oh, will I?", I just bit my lower lip and stared at him, and
sipped the last of my wine.

I looked at the clock and saw I had 30 minutes to get ready for
the reception, and told Mark I had to get changed, and I would try and
be as quick as I could. He smiled as I stood up and said, "take your
time", I grabbed my clutch purse, then I went and grabbed my duffle bag
and dress bag and went into the bathroom and closed and locked the
door. I hung up the dress bag and started unpacking the duffle bag. I
put all my makeup and such on the counter and then started undressing
from the Wedding outfit. I was tingling with excitement as I slipped
out of the Dress then heels, and slowly and carefully took off my
jewellery and then the stay ups and put them in a zip lock bag. I was
down to just my foundation garment and latex vagina and then started
getting into my outfit for the evening. I could hear in the other room,
Mark put on a soft rock station and I again, started tingling even more
with excitement.

I opened the duffle bag and took out the black satin merry widow
and sat down on the toilet and slowly slipped it on, and loved every
second as I pulled it in place and adjusted it. For a second I thought
about taping my breasts, but for the discomfort and hassle to do it,
and the fact the dress I was going to be wearing was not going to be
showing cleavage I decided not to and put the breast forms in. Next I
pulled out a pair of white satin gloves and opened a pair of ultra
sheer nearly black hose and carefully slid them on and after I did,
took off the satin gloves and clipped them into place. I absolutely
LOVED the feeling of the straps on my shoulders tugging at the
stockings and the overall feeling of the Merry widow, knowing I would
be so sexy underneath and formal and feminine on the outside. I pulled
out the heels for the evening and slipped them on as to not to put a
run in my hose as the hose was ultra sheer, and made my legs look so
sexy and silky. I then pulled out my makeup bag and started to touch up
my makeup, from the daytime look to a more formal low light look. I put
on more eyeliner to start with and then wiped off the eye shadow I was
wearing in the afternoon and applied one of my new colour pallets I had
gotten, Almay "intense-i" with a dark purple on the lower lids and
brown on the upper lids and an off white lighter below the brows, a
definitely dramatic look compared to the afternoon. I then re-applied a
thick coat of last blast Mascara and looked at myself in the mirror and
all I thought was "WOW!", probably the best I had ever done and then
moved to my cheeks. I put on a stylish, but darker application of my
blush on my cheeks, enough to highlight the contours of my jaw. I then
opened my clutch purse from the afternoon and grabbed the lipstick I
wore to the Wedding, and then thought I should check my makeup bag, as
recently I got a new lipstick, definitely not for the faint of heart, a
glossy wet looking, almost neon red in shade, it needed no additional
gloss. I found it in my makeup bag and decided to go all out for a
dramatic look, and applied a thick coat, again, I looked at myself in
the mirror and was blown away. I packed up my makeup bag, and pulled
out the black patent clutch purse and put the lipstick in it. I was
just about to grab the dress bag and take out my dress when I realized
I had not put on more perfume for the evening and went and got my
Obsession from the duffle bag and literally doused myself in it, behind
my ears, on my breasts, wrists and even my ankles.

I pulled out the dress and took out the shell, the black silk
slip dress part of the dress and loved the feel of it as it slid down
my body and then quickly put on the lace shell and did the button at
the top of my neck. I then moved on to my jewellery, Which included one
of my sparkly rhinestone sets, and it was long dangly earrings and a
matching necklace, I finished off the look with a rhinestone anklet and
a wide banded rhinestone bracelet on my right wrist. One last check and
I fluffed out my hair and was ready for my big entrance to show Mark. I
grabbed my black patent clutch purse and entered the room.

Mark was just adjusting his tie when he saw me and quite
literally his jaw dropped. "oh my GOD!, you look incredible!, I never
thought", I smiled and said, "I told you women have to change for the
reception". He smiled, and said, "yes, but I , well, I never would have
guessed", I laughed a little and thank him for the compliment. I
discreetly glanced down and saw a slight bulge in the front of his
pants and knew I was turning him on. I saw that he had poured two more
glasses of wine and I made notice of it and he stuttered out and
motioned towards them, "but all means". I walked past him to the wine
and as I did he said, "and you smell so lovely, what perfume is that?",
I told him what it was and he said, "it suits you well". I smiled and
knew he was staring at my bright red lips, I slowly made my way to the
table and leaned down to get my glass of wine, put down my black patent
clutch purse and at this point Mark had not even moved. In 4" small
platform heels and the dress I was wearing, I knew what I was going to
do would probably set the tone for the rest of the evening. I
deliberately and slowly locked my knees together and bent over and
grabbed the glass of wine, knowing full well that my dress would hike
up and expose my stocking tops and my garters. I then stood back up and
turned around and stared at Mark and slowly sipped my wine, and could
see Mark was flush and again discreetly glanced down at his crotch and
he was even harder. Mark walked over and grabbed his wine and we
toasted the evening and sipped and I loved the lipstick imprint I was
leaving on my glass. It was at this point I knew it really was up to me
the way the evening would go, and I was still tingling with excitement,
it had been over 9 months since my last intimate encounter with a man
and I was itching for another, but wanted to enjoy the evening and the
all night tease of Mark and of course the interaction all evening with
other females.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was time to go and told Mark
that and we both put down our glasses and I told him I had to take one
last trip to freshen up and I would be ready to go. I turned away from
him and again locked my knees together and bent over and bent over and
put down the glass of wine and grabbed my clutch purse and stood up and
smiled at Mark, again, all flush. I walked by him and into the
bathroom, and opened my clutch purse and pulled out the bright red
glossy lipstick and even though the lips did not need it, applied a
healthy coat. I stared at myself in the mirror and realized again how
hot I looked and then packed up my lipstick in my black patent clutch
purse and fluffed out my hair and joined Mark in the main room, and he
was smiling wildly and asked if I was ready to go and I told him I was.


I took his arm and we left the room and headed to the elevators
and joined three other couples waiting and obviously they had changed
from the Wedding to the reception and were going to the same place we
were. I smiled at the other females and we exchanged the usual female
to female smiles and checked each other out. I felt so wonderful, and
as always when going to a woman as a female, every minute is special,
and I grabbed onto Mark's arm tighter as we all got into the elevator
to the first floor and en-mass started walked across the street to the
reception banquet hall. I loved hearing the clicks of my heels as well
as the click of other females as we walked along.

We followed the other couples and got to the door of the hall and
one of the men ahead of us held a door open and we all walked in.
Having being to a Wedding as a guest for over 15 times and a Bridesmaid
for real 4 times, I was surprised to see that there was no receiving
line and we slowly walked into the hall. It was large and there were
many tables and it was dimly lit and the ambiance was amazing. As
always, I let my date take the lead and as we walked around I could see
that there was names on the tables. As Mark took the lead and was
talking to people and eventually we were told that we need to walk to
some tables near the back, and again, my spouses words rang trough my
head and I kept smiling at everyone I saw, and of course, the always
female to female smile and checking each other out. I knew I was
dressed appropriately, and the shorter LBD, I was not alone and tons of
other females were dressed the same, so I felt very comfortable. We got
to the table with Mark's name on it and we proceeded to sit down, and
it was a table for 10 and as always, the seating was males next to
males and females next to females. The female I was to sit next two was
already seated and Mark was the gentleman and pulled out my chair for
me and a slid in and sat down and put my black patent clutch purse on
the table in front of me.

As always with Weddings or formal functions for me the fun
started to begin, the female to female interaction with no one knowing
my true sex. As soon as I sat down the woman sitting next to me smiled
at me and introduced her self, her name was Marg, and I smiled back and
of course we checked each other out. Marg was first and complimented me
on my dress and said, "love your dress, such a classic and your nails,
I love the colour". I thanked her and of course complimented her back.
Marge was about my age, in a purple, off the shoulder dress with a
sweetheart neckline, I could not tell the length or the shoes she was
wearing, but her hair was piled up and her makeup done very well and
she had on sparkly jewellery like I did. after looking her over I said,
I think I have an identical dress I wore as a Bridesmaid in 1999, and
it looks very lovely on you", it was an off the shoulder electric blue
dress (purple), A-line and if it was like mine it was figure hugging,
but would wait to see when she stood up. She smiled and thanked me and
then again, like always the men disappeared and we started talking.
Marg was like I thought, my age, she had two children and was a real
estate agent and her husband a lawyer. She asked about me and I told
her what I did (as a female for real), and she beamed with excitement
and started asking all sorts of questions and I had a blast telling her
all of the stories of the Brides I attended to. Like always the females
chatted among themselves and the males to themselves and the table was
eventually full and most of the guests had settled in. Like always as
all females do, I concentrated on Marg and the rest of the table we
exchanged smiles and pleasantries, but I did not keep track of the
other females.

I made sure I kept talking with Mark every now and then, and
eventually dinner started coming out and the first course was a salad,
a light garden salad with alight dressing and conversations with Marg
slowed down and I started back with talking to Mark. He leaned into me
and said, "making new friends?", and I told him I was and the chatter
around the table continued. I never even noticed, but the Wedding party
was already at the head table and they were being served. Then I
noticed the wait staff, male and female were coming around and serving
everyone else. Around this time I took the chance to look around the
table and check out the other females, I know during the flurry of
conversations that I was told everyone's name, but being horrible at
remembering names, I gave up on that. But the table had 4 other
couples, and 2 were my age and one was much older and the other a
couple in their early 20's. I found out Marg was a friend of the
families and she asked about Mark and I and how long we have been
seeing each other and I did not lie and told him not that long. The
first course of the meal came it was sort of red creamy soup and I
politely passed but Mark ate it. As the table at I took the time to
check out the other of course could only see the tops of what the other
females were wearing. Marg was wearing an electric blue strapless blue
dress with sequins around the breast area, her hair was done up and
makeup was very well done. She wearing sparkly jewelery to set the look
off. The two other younger females were in LBD's like me and one was
off the shoulder, the other strapless and their makeup was well done up
and their hair piled up as well. The older woman looked like she was
wearing a suit of some sort. The rest of dinner came, and next was a
salad and prime rib roast beef dinner, finally dessert. Again the
conversations continued and eventually I was talking with a few of the
other females.

Then the fun part of the evening started (at least for me) and it
was the first trip to the washroom, before the speeches. I knew I had
to go and grabbed my clutch purse and held it up and said, "ladies?"
and looked around. Marg knew what it meant, as it was the usual sign
for a female to look for bathroom buddies, Marg said she would join me
and grabbed her cluth purse and the 20 something girls had a puzzeled
look on their faces and the older woman leaned in and said something to
them, and they said, they were fine. Marg grabbed her clutch and Marg
stood up and I leaned into Mark and told him I would be right back, and
we followed the line of women heading to the ladies room. we both
spotted the sign and of course there was a lineup as I had hoped there
would be and quite a long one out the door. I took the time to look
over Marg and he dress was floor length with a lovely slit in the front
and she had on about 3" black patent heels to matcher her purse and I
told her I loved the coloutr of her dress and thought it looked very
nice on her. She at the same time, complimented me on my look and said,
"you cannot go wrong with a LBD", and I told her that I agreed. The
lineup moved surprisingly quickly and before I knew it we were in the
ladies washroom, I was hoping for a ladies room, but it was just stalls
and sinks with mirrors. I went first and found the next stall available
and exchanged the usual female to female smile with the next women
leaving and heading to the sinks. I went in and put my clutch purse n
top of the toilet paper dispenser, the hiked up my dress outer and
inner and moved around my foundation garment and wearing stockings and
a garter belt made it easier. I sat down and made sure I made the right
"tinkling" sounds and loved the fact on either side of me was wearing
heels. I cleaned up and arranged everything and grabbed my clutch purse
and headed out of the stall to the sinks to wait in a short line then
put down my clutch purse, pulled out my lipstick and saw I definitely
needed a touch up and applied another healthy coat, and loved looking
over at the women on either side of me in the mirror, and smiling at
them and them smiling back, I was just packing my clutch purse when
Marg came up next to me and smiled and I told her I would wait for her
at the door. I was as always thrilled at looking around and checking
out what all of the other females were wearing and some were absolutely
stunning and others, well they were fashion challenged. Marg came and
met me and we headed back to the table and we  walked along she said, I
love that shade of lipstick and the nail polish as well. I thanked her
and we got back to the table and Mark welcomes me back and said,
"thought you would never come back", and I smiled and told him it was a
long lineup.

The speeches started and it was the usual ones and I noticed that
there was a glass of champagne in front of each of us, obviously for
the toasting and eventually the speeches were over and it was announced
that dancing was to begin and the bar was open. Mark asked me if I
wanted anything and told him a glass of white wine would be nice and he
and Marg's husband got up and left. Marg told me to enjoy the rest of
the evening and the dancing and OI told her that I would. I checked my
watch and saw it was coming up on 8:30pm.

Mark came back with our drinks and sat down and I then started
dedicating all of my attention to him and he asked if I enjoyed my meal
and told him I did and then asked if I liked dancing and told him that
I did very much, and she said, "good as I love to dance alot". The
first song came on for the guests and Mark stood up and offered me his
hand and I got up, put mu clutch purse on my chair and slid it in. He
lead me to the dance floor, as we started I knew I was in a bit of
trouble as mark was a very good dancer, and he lead me around the
floor, and all the while, he was staring and smiling at me, and I was
smiling back at he same time. After each song he gave me a hug, and I
gave him a light kiss on the cheek and after about the third song when
he held me close for a hug, I realized I definitely was getting to him
as I could feel the bulge in his pants against my belly. The routine
was pretty much the same, we would dance for about 4 or 5 songs and
then go back to the table and sit down and have more of our drinks. I
could tell Mark was getting more and more amorous as the evening went
on and I started giving off subtle "green light" signals, like
"accidentally" caressing his hand and smiling and staring at him,
occasionally biting my lower lip. It was about 10pm, and I really need
to use the washroom, and when I came off the floor I told Mark I needed
a break and he said, "getting tired in your shoes", and I told him I
wear higher at work and am standing for 9 hours, and he just smiled and
I told him I needed to use the ladies room. About that time Marg came
off the floor and saw me with my clutch purse and told me that she
would join me, I had to laugh inside as she was in her stockinged feet
and slipped her heels back on, and we headed to the washroom. As we
walked along she asked if I was having a good time and told her I was
and said, "how are your feet?" I said fine and asked why, "she said, I
barely lasted the day in mine and certainly cannot dance in them, and
yours are so high and you have not taken them off". I laughed out loud
and told her that I wear them at work for a nine hour shift and an inch
higher. She looked at me and said, "I could never do that, the thought
of it makes my feet hurt". I laughed again and said, "if you buy the
right shoes, it should not be your feet hurting, but your calves". She
said "really, I guess I would never know as I never wear heels except
for special occasions. I thought was we walked along, "oh if you only
knew what was under my dress"

We got to the bathroom, and there was no lineup, and we both
immediately walked into a stall and I got in mine and put down my
clutch purse and hiked up my dress and moved things around and sat down
and did my business and had to be careful as Marg was in the stall next
to me. I made the usual tinkling sounds as I did my business and then
cleaned up and stood up and arranged everything and was quick as I
could tell Marg was about at the same point and we actually left our
stalls together and headed to the sinks. We both opened our clutch
purses and pulled out our lisptick's and touched up, and I noticed that
my eyes probably needed touching up but there was nothing I could do
about it. We then smiled at other in the mirror and said again, "I love
that lipstick said, it looks so good on you", and I thanked her, as we
packed up our clutch purses. we headed back up to the table and as we
got there, I put my clutch purse on my chair and took Mark's hand back
out to the dance floor.

I could sense that things were getting more amours and more
amorous and I was loving it and kept on giving him the green light and
he started responding. At one point and then from then on when we came
in for a hug after a song he would put his hands lower and lower on my
back to a point he was gently caressing my ass through my dress, then
to a point I knew he was feeling for my garter straps through my dress.
Then at one point he leaned me in and said, "I know you are wearing
stockings and a garter belt and you are driving me crazy". That pretty
much I knew was the end of the dancing for the evening. I smiled and
said to him, "oh I am, am I?". The quickly told him I needed a break
and we got off the dance floor and got to our table and both finished
what was left of our drinks, and I asked him the question if he was
ready to go (knowing full well he was), and he blurted out "oh yes".
Now, I knew I wanted to get intimate with him in a big way as the last
time with a man was over 9 months earlier and he did not know that, so
I decided to play coy.

He took my hand and we headed out of the hall and into the cool
night across the street to the hotel. we headed to the elevators and I
checked my watch and it was almost midnight. After having several
drinks all day, both of us, I know I was feeling really good and I am
sure Mark was. He was the total gentleman and made no advances to me as
we got into the empty elevator and up to our floor. we got to the room
and he opened the door and we went in, and I told him I would get
cleaned up to get ready to go and he immediately blurted out, I would
like it if you stayed for one last drink, and I could see by the look
in his eyes, here was going to be fireworks, and I was loving it. I
told him to get the wine ready and I would start to clean up to join
him. I grabbed my duffel bag and took into the bathroom and closed the
door. I then pulled out the lipstick from my clutch purse and put on
another health coat, next I pulled out my black eyeliner from my makeup
bag and freshened them up, plus applied more eye shadow as it needed
touching up. I grabbed for my Obsession perfume and doused myself
again, everywhere, then packed up my clutch purse and headed into the
room.

Mark again complimented me on how lovely and pretty I looked and
I thanked him and walked slowly and deliberately to him and put my
clutch purse down on the coffee table and proceeded to sit down and
intentioanally gave my dress a tug up as I sat down, fully exposing the
lace tops of the ultra sheer nearly black stockings and the garters,
then grabbed my wine. Mark had his back turned and his jaw dropped as
he saw me and I smiled and told him to sit down and relax. I was
sipping on my wine and Mark told me how much he enjoyed my company and
dancing with him and I certainly made an impression to his friends and
family. He could not help staring at my legs and I made the first mode
and gently grabbed his right had and moved them to my silky legs and
smiled and nodded at him and in a sexy voice said "enjoy". Nervously he
began to caress them and moaned, "so silky and smooth, and the lace, so
sexy", he caressed and moaned again, and said, "the garter so sexy and
the heels, they make your legs so sexy and elegant". I smiled and in a
sexy voice, "there is more than the garters", he had no clue what I was
talking about and I thought I would possibly surprise him later. Then
he said, "those lips, so luscious and inviting, I have wanted to kiss
them all night".

	That was it, I said in a very sexy voice, "well then, kiss them",
he was stunned and I took the first move and put down my wine and
leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips and moaned and broke the
kiss and put down his wine and came in and came in for another kiss,
this one was longer and more lingering and he then started caressing me
all over and I reciprocated, but I stayed away from his crotch. The
kissing got more intense and soon he was caressing my breasts, through
the lace of the dress and our tongues were dancing and he started
moaning and we broke our kiss and moaned how incredible it was and how
much he wanted to do that all night and I played along and told him I
did as well and we went into another passionate embrace, and then
broke, Mark said, "I have not been with a woman in a very long time",
and I told him, it was the same for me with a man. We started another
long embrace and this one was the most passionate and now his fingers
were getting dangerously close to my surprise and I countered with
moving my hands to his very large bulge in the front of his pants
caressing it, and broke the kiss and moaned in a sexy voice, "you have
been hard for me all evening, I know it", he asked how and I squeezed
his crotch and said, "this was poking me every time we hugged". He
said, "shall we get more comfortable?, like on the bed?", and I said,
"I think we should".

	I took one last gulp of mine wine and grabbed my clutch purse and
he took me by the hand to the side of the bed and I put my clutch purse
down on the night stand and he sat next to me and the kissing started
passionately again, and he caressing me all over and then we broke our
kiss and he said, "I so want to make love to you", I told him I did as
well, but there was going to be a problem, "oh dear, what is it", I
told I was on my period, but I so wanted to take care of his hard
bulge. He said, "I understand but how", I licked my lips and stared at
him in a sexy way, and he said, "you mean?", I said, "yes I want that
hard member between these lovely lips you have admired all night, and I
promise you, it will be much more enjoyable that having sex with me",
he had a pleading look on his face, and said, "but what about you?". I
had a wicked smile and said, "dear, I will get more enjoyment out of it
than you will".

	I took the lead and told he needed to get undressed and
comfortable and he quickly started to undress and I told him to leave
his underwear on for now. As he started, I got up and pored another
glass of wine sipped on it and smiled as I watched as he stripped
completely naked, except for his white underwear. When he was standing
there, I took another sip of wine and told him to lie down and watch
me, which he did, I then told him this would be one last kiss and
leaned down and it was a long passionate one and I reached down and
felt the front of his underwear and they were soaking wet and hard
member making a distinct tent. I stood up and pulled out my lipstick
out of the clutch purse and slowly and deliberately applied a thick
coat, staring at him as I did, then I put the lipstick down the front
of my dress in my bra. I then climbed on the bed and moved my lipstick
covered lips close to his and he said, "God you smell so amazing", and
then moved my hand down to his soaked underwear at the front and
started caressing it with my deep red coloured nails and then slowly
started licking down his body caressing everywhere with my other hand
and stopping at his nipples and licked and sucked them. He was moaning
loudly, and finally I got past his hairy chest and got my self in
position to take care of him, he was on his elbows watching me. saying,
God this looks and feels so incredible", and I said in a sexy voice,
"oh this is just the beginning of a wild experience for you".

	He watched and I used my two hands and pulled his under wear down
tight so his shaft was covered by his underwear tightly. I looked up at
him, and said, "my dear, this is a souvenir for you". I opened up wide
and then closed my lips tightly just below the head of his cock then
started to moan and move my lips around a bit then carefully opened my
lips wide and let go of his underwear. I then carefully slid his
underwear down, leaving looking at a very erect cock. I then held up
his underwear and showed him a perfect "O" lipstick print, and he just
stared and I told him, he would have to keep them as a memory of
tonight. He said nothing, and then I started going to work on him. I
got comfortable and sized up his cock, it was average, about 5 to 6"
long and average in circumference, he was cut and pre-cum ozzed out the
head, he was more than ready. I sat back on my heels and pulled out my
lipstick from my bra and applied another health coat, all the while
staring at him, and as I closed the lipstick, licked my lips and said,
"ready?", he said, "oh God yes".

	As always, the first order of business was to slowly lick and
suck the head of his cock and clean up and enjoy the delicious pre-cum
that had formed. He literally jumped when my tongue touched the tip of
his cock, and yelped. I them started massaging his balls, and did what
I always do, see how deep I could take a man without gagging. I opened
my lips wide and slowly took him in as far as I could go, which was all
the way in and clamped down my lips and left a lipstick mark and then
knew how far I could go. I then started my usual routing of licking
slowly up and down his shaft and caressing his balls with one hand and
then the other at the base of his cock, wrapped it around with my deep
red finger tipped hands. Next, I slowly started pumping and then
started quickly licking the sensitive underside of his cock, and he
started moaning and groaning and threw his had back on the pillow. I
then started flicking my tongue all over the head of his cock and knew
I probably could not do what I love to do, and that is to prolong his
orgasm, I knew he was going to cum quickly. I then kept stroking and
moved my lips down to his full balls and started licking and sucking
them slow and sucking each testicle in one at and time and moaning
loudly as I did. I then moved up to the head of his cock and again
focused on the sensitive underside, and he literally was almost
screaming and knew it was a matter of about 30 seconds. I started
bobbing up and down slowly and fast, and at times taking him all the
way in and his cock hairs tickled my nose. It was shortly after that he
grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock deep into my mouth and
grunted and started to cum. I managed to pull back a little so it did
not go right down my throat but into my mouth so I could enjoy before I
swallowed. He gave me a good 20 seconds or so, spurt after spurt, I
lost count of how many and when he was done, let go of my head and I
let his cock go with a "pop" and started licking and cleaning him up,
and he was so sensitive he reach down and begged me to stop and pushed
my head away.

	I crawled off the bed and left Mark lying there panting, saying
"that was incredible, I have never experienced an orgasm like that in
my life", I had made my way to my wine and looked at him and said in a
very sexy voice, "and was not my best performance, my B game if you
will", he was still panting and said, "well if that was not your B
game, I cannot imagine what your A game is". I smiled and said, "care
to find out?", still panting, "you mean do that again?", I smiled
staring at him licking lips and said, "only if you have more to give
me, and no, not doing that again, something more, you will never, ever
forget". He said, "I have never cam twice before, I mean so soon". I
smiled, and said, "oh you will dear if you want to". He then smiled and
said, "I am willing to try". I laughed and then reached down to the bed
beside the one he was in and threw him a white terri cloth bathrobe and
told him to relax and give me a few minutes to get ready, he said
"ready for what?", and I smiled and said, "an orgasm that will blow
away the last one you had and will be jerking off to the experience for
years to come". I then gulped down the rest of my wine and as I put
down the glass notice no lipstick mark, so I knew they at least my lips
would have to be fixed. I asked him to fill my glass and then smiled,
grabbed my clutch purse and sexily sauntered into the bathroom and
closed the door.

	I knew that Mark had enjoyed himself, but for me I got nothing
out of it, other than a yummy mouthful, and was determined that the
next one was going to be my best blowjob ever, however I checked the
time and it was almost 1am, and my longest was 90 minutes and knew that
I could not keep up that pace but would do certain things to get Mark
to the edge over and over quickly, and really make him nuts. I slipped
out of my lace shell and satin camisole underneath and hung them up, I
also slipped out of the 4" platform heels I was wearing and looked at
myself in the mirror and decided to darken my makeup even more to make
them really look sexy. I pulled out my black eyeliner and darkened them
more than formal lighting, more along the lines of an 18 year old that
has no clue about eyeliner or a prostitute. Then I reapplied my eye
shadow, about the same as for the reception and then my cheeks I
darkened them even more. Finally a healthy coat of the deep red
shimmering lipstick, then looked at myself in the mirror and I did look
like a hooker ready for action. Next was going to be a slight body
modification, I pulled down the straps of my black lace and satin merry
widow and pulled out the breast inserts and packet them away and then
pulled out the zip lock bag I packed with the pre cut pieces of tape
and began taping my breasts. I had done it many times before, but this
time, really squeezed the flesh to really give my natural B cups a full
C cup look and combined with the built in push up bra of the merry
widow, they would look amazing. I then pulled the straps up and moved
my breasts around and indeed they did look amazing, I looked in the
mirror and was stunned, the best I had ever done. I was almost ready,
and pulled out the black leather miniskirt with the slits up the sides
and slid it on over the foundation garment, I loved the feeling of the
silk lining caressing my silky thighs. The last thing was my black
patent 5 1/4" heels, I slipped them on and look myself over as much as
I could and realized I could make any man breath get an erection. One
last time I doused myself with Obsession perfume, including all over my
breasts, even my hair. I grabbed my black patent clutch purse and
packed my lipstick in it and opened the door and called out to Mark,
"are you ready", he said oh God yes".

	I walked into the room and as soon as he saw his jaw drop again
and I walked slowly and sexily toward him. I then cooed, "and this
lingerie was what I was wearing under my dress all night long", I
literally could see the terri cloth robe start to move down by his
crotch, and then told him the heels were my "come fuck me" heels. He
was in awe and stood up and handed me my glass of wine and I just
stared at him, and we sipped. He said, "now what", then I do not know
how it came to me, but I decided to give him a lap dance. I cood, "ever
been to a strip joint?", he said, "why do you ask?, yes I have", I
smiled and then grabbed a chair at the desk in the room and put it in
the middle of the room, and said, "come and sit here, I am going to
give you a lap dance". He smiled and stood up and came to the chair and
he stood up I saw his cock was getting more and more erect. He was
staring and me and said, "I love your tits, which I saw them all
night", I smiled and said, "oh you could barely contain yourself when
knowing I was wearing stockings and a garter belt, I think you would
have made a mess before we left".

	I then said smiling, "NOW!, this is a lap dance, so the same
rules apply as at a strip club", you cannot touch me, but I can touch
you", he just smiled and said, "of course". Now, As a male it had been
a very long time, over 15 years since I had been in a strip joint, so I
was hoping him as well, as I definitely could not move like a GG, but I
am sure I could get the jist of it down. I started by giving him a show
and slowly moving around in my 5 1/4" heels, hiking my skirt and
showing him the garter and snapping the straps and licking my lips and
putting my finger in between my lips pretending to suck his cock and
opening and closing my eyes, then staring at him. Next I moved and
stopped before him with my hands on the arms of the chair, holding his
hands down tight and spread my legs wide so that the black leather
miniskirt would ride up and totally expose both garters and stockings
all at once. I pushed my chest out to show him maximum cleavage moving
it inches from his face, and then started twirling my hair around his
face, he groaned, "oh it smells so lovely". I had his face totally
covered than flung the hair back and then leaned in, my tits pushing
against his bare hairy chest and started licking and nibbling on his
earlobes, moaning and telling him how hot I was and how I wanted his
cock between my red lips. I sat back and stared at him and played with
my breasts through the lace and satin, pushing them together making
them look even bigger, and licked my lips slow and sexy. I then got off
the chair and pulled the robe open and his cock was standing vividly at
full attention, the head glistening with pre-cum. I slowly walked
around and showed off more for him and licked my lips in a sexy way,
then walked back up to him and with my red finger tipped hands, held up
my index finger and slowly reached down and wiped off some of the pre-
cum off the head of his cock, and he jump and moaned. I brought it to
my deep red lips and licked it off slowly and moaned as I was doing it,
eyes closed.

	I looked down at him and saw that he was breathing heavy and was
ready for me to suck off his lovely cock, standing full at attention.
Again, I was still playing coy and still teasing and sexily said,
"still do not think you can cum again?", as I walked over leaving him
sitting to sip on my wine. He moaned back, "I can, I can". I walked
over to him after putting down my wine and stood in front of him, and
offered my arms and helped him stand up, and left the robe on the
chair, so he was before me completely naked with his cock sticking
straight out. At first I was going to have him stand in front of the
full length mirror in the main room, and get on my knees and give him a
show as I sucked him off, but he was tired and so was I, and with the
wine, I was a little dizzy, so I reached down and grabbed his cock and
lead him to the bed and told him to get comfortable. After releasing
his cock, my hand was wet and I smiled down at him as he got on the bed
and licked his pre cum off my hands. I then quickly went to the
bathroom and grabbed the mirror used for putting in my contacts and
went to the side of the bed and Mark was breathing heavy and staring at
me, his cock sticking straight up. I handed him the mirror and he asked
what it was for and I said in a sexy voice, "to watch me give you the
most incredible blowjob and orgasm of your life".

	I then grabbed my clutch purse and pulled out my lipstick again
then stared down at Mark, who now was caressing his rock hard cock and
I slowly and teasingly applied a thick coat of lipstick. I packed the
lipstick away in my clutch purse and crawled up onto the bed, on my
knees, with my leather mini-skirted ass and exposed garters and
stockings and silky legs for him to play with, at his head, I then
worked my way down to his crotch, licking and sucking along the way, he
was moaning loudly, at this point I could care less if he found my
foundation garment. I moved my way down to his cock. The fact I would
get to enjoy what I was looking forward to all evening, made it all the
more special. I got comfortable and started my routine, very, very
slowly, as I wanted to enjoy this experience even more than Mark, and
licked his entire shaft like a lollipop up and down, Mark was moaning
loudly and enjoying my stockings and the garters and caressing my
leather mini skirted covered ass, again, I could care less if he found
my foundation garment. Although the angle was awkward, I wanted Mark to
be able to enjoy what I was offering to him. I continued to lick and
suck oh so slowly up and down his rock hard shaft, enjoying every
second of it. Mark was groaning and moaning, and I knew I wanted to
totally get comfortable and enjoy the experience more, and decided to
reposition myself between his legs. I crawled down, and never let one
of my hands leave his rock hard cock, and kept stroking it. I got nice
and comfortable, and opened my deep red covered lips and enveloped his
cock and started my routine, slowly bobbing up and down, but flicking
my tongue around wildly. At this point, it was like the world
disappeared, including Mark, it was just me and his cock and I was
enjoying myself to no end. His cock never got soft, it was rock hard
the entire time. As I licked and sucked, all I wanted was to keep it up
for as long as I could. I would eventually, at times, hear Mark moaning
and groaning and grabbing my head and pushing his cock deeper into my
mouth and I would move my head around so that he could not ram his cock
down my throat and I could enjoy the feeling even more. I started a
routine of licking and sucking up and down, flicking my tongue wildly
around the head of his cock and the used my hands to stroke him up and
down and from time to time, go and gently lick and suck his balls, when
I needed a break from going up and down his shaft.

	I was totally enjoying myself, but at one point realized I was
getting a little too carried away, when I felt the pre-cum ozzing out
of his cock and he was about to explode, his groaning and moaning was
getting louder and I was far from ready for that to happen. I quickly
took my right hand and squeezed the base of his cock firmly, to stop
him from cumming and kept on licking and sucking. I could hear Mark
getting to the edge of cumming as I sped up the pace. Again, holding
firmly on the base of his cock, I would stop and slowly start licking
and sucking his balls, and moaning and telling him in a sexy voice tell
him how lovely his cock was to suck, all he was doing was moaning and
panting. I was having a blast, but at the same time was getting tired.
I brought Mark to the brink of cumming over and over, then stop and
back off, and each time he would scream out and moan, "NOOOO!, NOOOO!".
I was not sure what time it was, but again, I was getting tired and
knew I had to get home at some point and decided that it was time to
let Mark finally cum, and me, get the treat I was so much looking
forward to. At this point I released the base of his cock and then
started bobbing up and down wildly and sucking and licking and then
started moaning loud to give more sensation to his rock hard cock. Mark
literally screamed and attempted to jam his cock down my throat, and I
backed off and he gave me a mouthful of big spurts over and over and
over, it went on for at least 60 seconds, it was like drinking water, I
was constantly swallowing. When Mark was done, I released his cock from
my lips with a pop and slowly got off the bed, VERY unstable in my 5'
1/4" heels.

	As I stood up, I quickly realized the heels I was wearing were
not a good idea and kicked them off and stood in my stocking covered
feet. Mark was lying there, eyes closed, panting wildly, and I walked
over and cleaned out my mouth with my last sip of wine. I had to laugh
a little inside, Mark lying there, his once strong and erect cock,
lying limp on his belly. He opened his eyes and looked at me and said,
"what did you just do to me?", I smiled and said, "You gave me a lovely
treat, that is all". He just moaned as he stared at me, "I have never
experienced anything like that in my life", I smiled back and told him,
"you are welcome and it was my pleasure, and again, thanks for the
treat". I looked at the clock and saw it was 2:30am, and I knew I had
to get moving. Mark was the gentleman and told me he would call a cab
for me and pre-pay it, he rolled over and grabbed the phone and called
the front desk. While Mark called, I went and grabbed his underwear,
the ones with my lipstick stain on them and then my clutch purse and
headed to the bathroom.

	I looked at myself in the mirror and was floored, I looked like
Alice Cooper after a concert, makeup smeared everywhere. I quickly
grabbed a washcloth and started washing my face to clean up, to a point
I almost had no makeup on, I left at least some eyeliner on, but that
was about it. I opened my makeup bag and pulled out the Obsession
perfume and proceeded to douse Mark's lipstick stained underwear with
it. I then walked back into the room and Mark, still panting and lying
there with a limp cock, looked at me and said, "I wish I married you
rather than my ex-wife years ago, you are an incredible woman and your
husband is nuts for leaving you". I smiled, then handed him the
underwear and told him to put them in a zip lock bag to remember me by,
he smiled and said he would and pulled them to his face and sniffed
them.

	That was the last time I talked to Mark, I picked up the 5 1/4"
heels, then went to the bathroom, and started to clean up, I packed
everything up and then slipped into the black silk shell of the dress
from the reception and the lace top and grabbed the 4" platform heels
and slipped them on, then stood before the mirror. To say I looked
horrible would be an understatement, I pulled out my lipstick from the
clutch purse and applied one last coat of lipstick and packed it away.
I made sure I had everything packed and grabbed the dress bag and
duffle bag and walked into the main room.

	Mark was sound asleep, under the covers, it was so late, I did
not bother disturbing him and took a napkin and put a lipstick print on
it and put it on the bed side table and then left the room. I found the
elevators and as I stood there reminisced about the day and the lovely
adventure. I got to the lobby and as I walked past the front desk the
young female at the desk said, "are you Joyce?", I told her I was and
was told the cab is waiting for me. I thanked her and walked out to the
very cool night and the cab driver came and grabbed my bags and packed
them away and told me to get comfortable and closed my door and drove
me home. Nothing was said on the drive home, but I could not help
remembering the special time, as a female, and not even my date knowing
my true sex, nor anyone else. Again, nothing was said on the ride home
and when I got to the house, the cab driver came and opened my door and
opened the trunk and gave me my bags and I thanked him and then
carefully walked to the back door downstairs. Now, this was a
challenge, here I was after lots to drink, dark, a clutch purse I had
to dig trough and it was almost 3:15 am, 4" heels and a LBD in the cool
weather. I eventually got into the house and literally dropped
everything in the main area of the house and went to my bedroom. I went
and stripped out of the dress and lingerie, hose and heels and went and
grabbed my favourite pesch satin and lace chemise and crawled up into
bed and went to bed dreaming of the day/night and the gifts Mark had
given me.

...end

So here is the proposal:
First off, I AM NOT A PRO. This petite, passable TV, would love to meet
you if you are in my area, Toronto Ontario, as described in the diary
entry above. I love to be the girl of your dreams, and as long as I can
remain the girl at all times, I would love to hear from you. I am not
interested in being a TV/TS "girlfriend" and "BI" sex, but rather I
will be the woman of your dreams for a wonderful and possible formal
evening, I promise, you will not go home frustrated. If you are a NON-
smoking male or female, or couple, please contact me, and who knows?