Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2012 11:40:42 -0400
From: J21742 <j21742@gmail.com>
Subject: Julie, Lipstick and Hosiery, Part Two - MM, TG, TV, Bisexual, Married, ROM

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Author: Julie

Title: Julie, Lipstick and Hosiery, Part Two

Summary: Julie meets Ed in the park at night in her new black panties.

Keywords: MM, ROM, CONS, MARRIED, TG, TV, BISEXUAL


	Two days had passed since Julie's first meeting with Ed and she
still hadn't formulated any type of plan for their second date. It was also
becoming increasingly clear for her that this whole, whatever it was that
she was doing, gender crisis, I'm secretly Julie thing, wasn't going to be
as easy as she initially thought. At home his wife was becoming more and
more concerned about what exactly it was that he was so preoccupied
about. Which for now was manageable as long as that concern didn't morph
into something far more serious such as outright investigative
curiosity. She had even went so far as to ask him why their sex life was in
such a rut lately, and suggested that maybe he should see a doctor. At work
things weren't going any better. His boss had cornered him, then chewed him
out about home sales being down. Sure, he hadn't sold a house in two
months, but sales were down across the nation. Nobody else was selling any
houses either. They were right smack in the middle of one of the most
dismal recessions in history. Didn't his boss get the memo? What the fuck
was he supposed to do about it? Then there was the even bigger screw-up
that nobody had even caught on to, yet. While only half-paying attention on
the phone yesterday with a client and asked for his name, he had responded
that it was Julie. An apology and a quick explanation that he was
distracted by an earlier call with someone named Julie had been a
relatively easy fix, but it was still worrisome. Things hadn't reached
crisis levels yet, but Julie's life was clearly in turmoil.


	Ed wanted Julie to meet him the following evening at 8:30 p.m. in a
parking lot on the backside of the city park. She immediately agreed,
however she wasn't thrilled about the prospect of continuing to meet him in
public places, but for now it would just have to do. It wasn't as if she
was going to say no. Julie still didn't have any kind of formal plan for
their date as Ed had instructed. Instead, she had already decided that with
all of the turmoil going on in her life that she just wasn't going to worry
about. She didn't need the stress. Excitement yes, stress, no. She
concluded that it would be best to just let whatever it was that was going
to happen, just happen. Her current plan was, no plan. Drive with her eyes
closed. Fly blind. Besides, their initial meeting had already transpired,
and she didn't expect to be half as nervous this time. Julie knew the park
didn't close until ten. That would certainly give them ample time to spend
together. And of course a good portion of that period would most likely be
in the dark, which opened up all sorts of possibilities.


	Julie was practically hidden by the large, dark screens that
completely covered her rear porch as she relaxed in the big lounge
chair. She'd come out to the porch to relax and do some reading but now
found herself watching the neighbor's daughter wash the family car
instead. The young girl was probably 19 now, Julie guessed being that what
look like the Senior Prom limo had been there last year. They seldom
crossed paths and virtually never spoke, but Julie was now getting a
first-hand view of how well she had matured. Her long brown hair and teacup
breasts in the loose bikini top mad Julie shiver. And whenever she would
stretch to wash the roof of the car, her beautifully rounded butt cheeks
would begin to slip out of her swimsuit bottom. Why can't that be me, she
thought. Julie's womanhood was quivering so badly she had to cover her lap
with the magazine that she'd been pretending to read. Julie wished she
could look just like her, even if it was only for a night.


	She now found herself in full confrontation with the innumerable
problems that dressing up and secretly pretending to be a woman posed. To
make matters worse, she wasn't even young anymore. Body hair, the older she
grew, the more it seemed to sprout. It was like fighting a forest
fire. Makeup, she didn't know anything about that. Razor stubble. Red
bumps. Ingrown hairs. Her middle age paunch. Where to hide her girly
things. And as if all of that wasn't enough to make her pull her hair out
(hair that she didn't even have anymore!), then toss his wife that would
run full speed for divorce court into the mix. Julie knew damn well that
she'd go after his pension. She let out a long, purposely dramatic
sigh. Julie wished she could just go get in the shower right then and shave
off every inch of her body hair before meeting with Ed. But, she knew that
was impossible. Jesus, what would his wife Andrea think if she saw him like
that? Julie was pretty sure she knew the answer and didn't want to think
about it. She picked the magazine back up. The excitement had completely
drained out of her womanhood and she didn't have anything to hide
anymore. Oh well, she thought in sadness, she may not be able to shave
everything off, but at least she could trim every last bit of it from her
private parts. Climbing out of the chair, she headed for the
bathroom. Julie couldn't wait to feel Ed's panties against her freshly
shaved cock and balls. And as she walked across the house, she practiced
her sexy, new strut.


	Julie practically skidded to a stop in the CVS Pharmacy parking lot
on her way to meet Ed, and this wasn't a planned detour. She couldn't
believe that she hadn't thought of it before.  Inside the store, Julie
strolled up and down the makeup aisle impatiently. With tubes popping out
of the shelves everywhere, the number of colors was nothing short of
dizzying for someone too wound up to read the tags. Red, red, where is the
red, she wondered. Finally she found it. Julie didn't even bother to read
the label, all she cared about was the color. She recognized cock-sucking
red when she saw it. Julie told the cashier that she didn't need a bag or
receipt because he and his wife were late for a wedding and they still had
to get dressed, then rushed out the door. Back in the car, Julie shoved the
little tube into one pocket and pulled her watch out of the other. She'd
taken the band off and stopped wearing it because she thought it was too
masculine. It was just slightly after eight, and she was close to the
park. She had plenty of time.


	Arriving way too early, Julie circled the park several times, then
circled a couple of nearby streets, and then she circled the park a couple
of more times before she spotted Ed's white BMW. She could have just parked
and waited, but she didn't want to sit there alone in such an anxious
state. It was ridiculous, and she knew it didn't make any sense, but Julie
was terrified that anyone who saw her would know she was wearing the black
panties beneath her jeans. Thank god she hadn't gotten in a car
accident. Parking next to Ed, she looked around cautiously before getting
out, and then quickly jumped into the car with him. The luxurious dark
brown seat wrapped itself around and practically swallowed her. Ed must
have sensed that she was nervous, because he touched her arm asked if she
was ok? She nodded, and told him she was. Looking around inside the big
sedan, Julie asked him if it was a five series? Ed told her it was one of
the seven series, a 760li to be exact. Running her fingers across the
elegant dashboard, she doubted the smell of leather ever disappeared in a
car like this. Ed tuned the radio to some soft music and urged her to
relax. Julie thought she recognized it as the Sirius Love Song
channel. Julie knew she had to do something to calm down, so she stared out
the window and thought about herself dressed in a skimpy bikini while
washing the car as Ed watched.


	As the light faded the two of them sat in silence. Julie tried
focusing on the music, but she was still so nervous all she could do was
stare straight ahead through the windshield. The bikini fantasy had helped
though. Ed on the other hand was sitting partially facing
her. Occasionally, Julie would look over at him, and each time she realized
that his gaze rarely left her crotch. In the darkness, Ed began to softly
stroke her arm. Finally, he spoke. Ed asked her if she had worn his gift?
Julie, hardly able to talk and feeling as if she suddenly had a lump in her
throat, didn't know what had happened to her voice, but she whispered that
she did. Ed asked her to show him the panties. Julie looked frantically
around the parking lot before unsnapping and then finally unzipping her
jeans to reveal them. Ed wasn't satisfied, and told her she would have to
do much better than that. So Julie lifted her ass off the seat and lowered
the jeans until they were down around her ankles. That seemed to satisfy
him and he resumed stroking her arm.


	Fearful that she was ruining their date, Julie tried again to pull
herself together. She forced herself to relax by concentrating on the
feeling of Ed's fingers softly stroking the tender skin of her
inner-arm. Julie could tell that it was working when she began to feel that
weird, familiar sensation emanating from her womanhood. As the sensation
heightened, so did her confidence. Julie didn't even have to look, she knew
the panties were barely containing her. If he had so much as touched her,
she probably would have exploded. Julie could come easily, and if the mood
was right stay hard and ejaculate again. Ed watched with interest as Julie
slipped off her shoes and used her feet to remove the jeans completely,
then reached down to search for something in one of her pockets.


	Julie had never sucked a cock before, but she had always wanted
to. With the little tube in hand and her womanhood threatening to pop-out
of the panties, she turned to face Ed. Julie pretended that he was a mirror
and applied the lipstick the same way that he had seen his wife Andrea do
it countless times before. She let the tube slowly glide across her lips,
and then pressed them tightly together to ensure the sticky, bright red
substance had covered them completely. Julie felt Ed jump every so slightly
when she unzipped his trousers, reached inside, and grabbed his cock. He
was hard and that encouraged her. With her fingers firmly encircled around
it, she began to pump it. Jule would run her hand completely to the top of
it, and then back down, making sure to pull the skin taught. She studied
the effect it was having on him, and listened as his breathing became
heavier and heavier. Then she leaned across the console and took him into
her mouth. But just the head of cock. Julie didn't want to rush it, because
she didn't know how sensitive he was, and she didn't want to gag. Julie
formed a tight seal around the tip of his cock and practiced stroking it
with her lips. Ed didn't know it, but this was more for her than him. Next,
she experimented with pressing her tongue against the tender, looser skin
on the underside while continuing to suck him. By the noises he was making,
Julie could tell he was really enjoying that, so she began to stroke his
cock and lick and suck him in that manner all at the same time. Ed was
making little grunting noises, and his breathing kept getting heavier and
heavier, but Julie had no idea that he was about to come - it just
happened. And when those big gobs of semen hit the back of Julie's throat,
her head instantly shot back in an involuntary state of recoil. Which of
course caused the subsequent spurts to splatter all over her nose, cheeks
and chin. Up until that point, he hadn't touched her at all during the
blowjob, but before Julie could retreat back to the passenger seat, Ed put
one of his large hands on the back of her head, and while gripping his cock
with the other, rubbed his dick all over her cum-covered face. Julie gave
in and didn't fight it. Once his penis stopped quivering, Ed let her
go. Julie practically fell back against the passenger door. In a daze, she
was wondering how she was going to clean herself up? Julie realized that
she hadn't given that any thought at all. Ed must have read her mind,
because he leaned over and popped open the glove box to reveal a packet of
Kleenex and another gift-wrapped package. Then he pointed to the dash
clock, which read 9:50 p.m. and warned Julie that they better go.


	Julie couldn't help but wonder as she pulled her jeans back on and
tried to straighten her appearance if the package was for her, or just
there by coincidence. Ed hadn't said a word. But she found out soon enough,
because he asked her if she was forgetting something when she started to
get out of the car. Smiling, Julie opened the glove box again to retrieve
her second gift.


	Ed had already driven away by the time she opened it in the
car. Julie was absolutely thrilled, Ed had gotten her a pair of black
stockings from Victoria's Secret.



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