Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 18:01:21 +1000
From: siobhants@hotmail.com
Subject: The Builder Part 1 (Revised)

It's our anniversary. Not our wedding anniversary, not even from when we
first met, but when we finally made love for the first time.

As I'm getting ready for him to come home from a busy day at work, I hope
he likes how I look, He has particular tastes. He definitely likes his
women feminine, and I have no problem with that at all. Many women out
there may be horrified, but I just love being his girl. It hasn't always
been like that. I mean, i definitely wanted to be a girl, but I saw myself
as the strong successful, emancipated type. Now I'm his girl, and I do what
I can to please him. It is just delicious to be able to sink into his
embrace as he puts his arms around me, and kisses me deeply. All my
troubles go away, as his tongue darts into my mouth and my tongue meets
his. Feeling his slightly scratchy face on mine. Don't get me wrong, it's
not a sub/dom relationship at all. It's just the natural order of things
when you have a masculine man, and a woman who.... well, loves being a
woman loved and desired by a masculine man.

It started a few years ago. I had been working overseas in the software
industry and had just come back after 5 years away with a nice tidy
sum. With the proceeds, I had enough for a deposit on a house, plus some
left over for remodeling... the best way to make money on a house.

I bought a Victorian house that had lots of period features, but because it
was so original I needed a lot of renovation work to be done. I had a girl
friend who knew of a builder, Brett, and I knew he'd be OK with me being a
cross dresser as she was a TS, and he knew that.

By then I was woman outside of work all the time. I got pedicures, my nails
done. My hair was long. I got facials, waxed my legs, everything to look as
good a woman as I could. As I was now doing consulting, when I wasn't at a
client site, I was working from home. I asked Brett to come over to deliver
a quote on getting the kitchen rebuilt. When he arrived, I was pleasantly
surprised. Tall, quite handsome and muscular, but not too muscular. We
aren't talking athlete here, just a man who does physical work and looks
after themselves reasonably well. No plumbers crack here! Basically, I
liked what I saw. He gave me a quote and, to be honest, I didn't even look
at the price, I was too busy thinking about how I was going to seduce him.

I tried all of my feminine wiles, mostly dressing fairly sexily, but
elegantly, but nothing happened. Brett just didn't seem interested. I know
I'm not bad looking, but I just couldn't seem to get a reaction. He'd
finished the job... and nothing. I was disappointed. Still, I needed some
more work doing, and actually his price wasn't bad, so I called him in
again. I needed a bedroom to be converted to a walk in wardrobe... I have a
lot of clothes and shoes. I mean a lot! I already had the clothes in the
room, as I showed him in there, as he measured up, and we discussed what I
wanted doing. What I really wanted doing was me! As we were talking he
mentioned how he loved the smell of a woman's wardrobe, just as a passing
comment. Hmmm, I thought. the first positive comment. He left, promising to
come back in a few days with the quote.3 days later, he called back and
asked to come around with the quote. I decided this was going to be it. He
was too yummy to miss out on.

I started getting ready the day before. Off to the beauticians for a facial
and waxing, to make my legs extra smooth and to get a brazilian. That day,
I got up had a shower and, as usual, covered my body in skin lotion, so it
is always nice and soft. However, today I used my best lotion, which was
from Bulgari and smelt a little of coconut. It blends nicely with my own
natural pheromones and, I must admit, smells damn good on me. Then I blow
dried my long hair, and used the GHD to straighten it out, and but a slight
curl in the end.

Next came makeup. I was going for sexy smokey. Started with light
foundation, and then some powder brushed on the top. It was then on to the
eyes, and i went with a grey/silver base on the eyelid, then a darker
smokey grey in the outside corner going over the brow bone and into the
inner corner, but leaving the eyelid mostly as it was. Then filled in my
eyebrows, and then used a white/silver to fill in the space between the
dark grey and the eyebrows, and then blended everything. Mascara was
next. Lancome eyelash defining. Really lengthens the eyelashes, and makes
sthem pop! Leaving the mascara to dry, I then put on an orangey/red blusher
on my cheeks. Back to the eyes, and line them with a black eyeliner, and
blend again so they were smoking! Finally, the lips. My genetic heritage
had granted me three blessings... a sticky out bum, a bit of chest fat (so
I could create a small cleavage) and full lips. As I outlined the lips in
red lip liner and then filled them in with an everlasting red lipstick,
that matched my nails and toes.. I thought this guy did not stand a chance!
If I got no reaction this time, he must be gay! I looked at myself in the
mirror and I was pretty happy with what I saw. I sprayed the perfume to
match the body lotion behind my ears, in the middle of my chest, wrists,
behind my knees and a dash in my pubic area. Now off to get dressed.

I went to my lingerie draw and took out my favourite Victoria's secret
basque and matching g-string. This thing is gorgeous. It's black with
stones encrusted all over it. You feel hot just putting it on. Next came
the stay ups. It's sort of bizarre, but even with suspenders, I still wear
stayups, as I think they site better on my legs. Rolling the black
stockings up my legs sent shivers through me. One of the nicest sensations
there is, silky smooth stockings being rolled up silky smooth legs. Then
came the g-string and I looked in the mirror. Hmm, yum! I put on my patent
black stilettos just to see what I'd look like when, hopefully, I'd have no
outer clothes on. They certainly had the desired effect. Lengthened my
legs, and made the calves more shapely. Now what to wear on top, as if I
hadn't already decided? On when a shortish skirt. Long enough that it
covered my stocking tops, but short enough it was about half way up my
thigh. Not tight though, it stuck out a little... to give better
access. Next came a tight jacket that buttoned up at the front and so you
could see my small cleavage inside. Finally a wide, patent, black belt
around the outside, really nipping in my waist. I slipped into my heels
again. Damn I was hot!

Brett called, he was only 5 minutes away. I put on my jewelry. Dangly
earrings, rings, bracelets and a necklace that hung down towards my
cleavage.. drawing the eye there. I was ready. I went down stairs, and was
nervous as hell. My heart was beating in my chest, and the blood rushing in
my ears as I waited for Brett. Finally came the knock on the door. I walked
to the door, and opened it. There he was. The man of my fantasies. I was
hoping Id be the woman of his. As he saw me, I noticed his eyes widen a bit
and the necklace had definitely been a good ploy as he eyes drifted to my
chest. Score! I smiled, and welcomed him in.

As he walked in, I could smell his aftershave. Hmm, he'd made an effort
today. Nice! Even more yummy than usual. My heart was still beating
hard. All I could think about was how I was going to get him to kiss me
and, hopefully, more. We passed small talk, and then got down to
business.... yes, business. Real business. Wardrobes. I suggested we went
back upstairs and went in the room so he could tell me his vision. Like a
real gentlemen, as always, he let me go first up the stairs. Then he
definitely knew I was wearing sexy lingerie. He would definitely get to
know I was wearing stockings. Score again for the skirt!

In the room, he started talking about where he would put racks, and shelves
and draws.. and all I kept seeing was this yummy man who I wanted
badly. Eventually I couldn't stand it any longer. I just said, "How
unsubtle does a girl have to get to get you to kiss her?". His next comment
was perfect, "Huh, I didn't think you'd be interested". "Do you think I
dress like this all the time?" came my reply and just as I said that, he
grabbed me, pulling me to him, and firmly planted his lips on mine, forcing
my mouth open with is tongue. I was in Heaven! God he was strong! And he's
not gay! Damm good kisser too and he was the perfect height. Even though I
was in serious heels, I was still slightly shorter and my arms went over
his shoulders, and my hands started running through his thick hair. What a
kiss. I could literally feel myself melting as his hand drifted down to my
bum, and I could feel him feeling for the suspenders and I could feel his
cock grow in his pants.... Oh My God, this was really happening! At last!

He pulled my skirt up and his hand was now on my bare arse, caressing
it. Exploring it. he pulled away and said, "What have you got on under
there then?" I looked at him coyly, my face reddening from a blush and
said, "Would you liked to find out?". He took another look at me, and
smiled and then he started to take my belt off, then came unbuttoning my
jacket, but he was all control. When he saw my small cleavage in the
basque, he started kissing my neck, my shoulders working his way down my
chest until he was kissing the top of my small breasts, meanwhile his hands
were still under my skirt, exploring I was in heaven as his hand found my
clitty-cock in my g-string and his mouth found my nipple. I let out a
moan. I couldn't help it. Again my heart was beating fast.. not from the
worry, but from the sexual excitement that was coursing through my
body. Whilst he continued to suck my nipple, and bite it gently, his hands
went to my back and he unzipped my skirt and it dropped to the floor. He
stopped..... stood back.... and looked me over stood there n just my
basque, stockings, g-string and heels. He smiled, held out his hand, which
I took and then led me to the bedroom. I had prepared, again, for this as I
had a very see-through negligee hanging on the back of the door, which I
put on, but didn't do up.

He took me in his arms again, and kissed me once more. I just couldn't help
myself. He really is so masculine that again I melted as our tongues met
and my hands run through his hair. I wanted more and so one hand dropped,
and went under his shirt. Hmm, slightly hairy... but not too much. Nice. I
undid his shirt and found a nice hairy chest and abdomen. I ran my hands
through the hair on his chest, slightly flicking on of his nipples. He
grabbed my hand, and pushed it down to his engourged cock. It was
definitely fully erect. I smiled to myself as I knew what an effect I was
having on him.... and me. By this point, my g-string was wet with pre-cum.

I used one hand on his cock, and the other to undo his shirt, then his belt
buckle and finally his pants. Still, no matter what you do, there is no
sexy way for a guy to either remove, or have his socks removed. They were
now gone and he was in his underpants with a throbbing erection. he stood
there looking at me. I could almost feel his will, as I knelt down, pulling
his underpants down as I went, and then being faced with his rock hard
cock. Well, what's a girl to do? I kissed the end, I licked it, and I held
it right in front of me and then my red lips slid over the end of his
enormous erection and I heard him sigh. My head kept bobbing up and down on
his lovely cock. Taking it slowly as I didn't want his cum too soon.

Eventually, his hands gently cupped my face and he pulled me up, pulling me
towards him again for another deep kiss. I could feel his hot raging
hard-on against my tummy. He gently pushed me back on the bed, and lay
slightly on top of me, and started kissing my neck and chest again, finally
getting to my nipples, which have always been very sensitive. He gently bit
them and sucked on them, and his hand went down to my crotch where he
pushed my g-string aside and took out my clitty-cock and started to stroke
it. Now I was definitely in heaven, especially as I grabbed his cock, and
played with it some more. I could feel his precum oozing out of the end. I
wanted to suck it some more, but he gently pushed me back down and then
moved his head towards mine and started to suck. Was this not the perfect
man? Hunky, and considerate. I had struck gold. He sucked, and licked, and
sucked some more. I told him I was going to cum, and he just sucked harder
until I exploded in his mouth, and then he carried on sucking me until I
went soft. Now! I thought Now I can suck his cock. I couldn't wait to get
it in my mouth, I was greedy for it, as it slid in, I could taste his
precum. I knew it wouldn't take long, and I was right... a few really good
sucks, and he started pumping his juicy load into my mouth. I was wondering
when I would be able to stop swallowing he had so much cum.

Eventually, though, like all good things it came to an end. I lifted my
head from his cock, and he was smiling at me. he pulled me up, and we
kissed deeply again. Both of our mouths tasting of each others cum. Then we
wanted to cuddle! A man who wants to cuddle! Fantastic. We lay there, not
saying anything. Finally he said, "Can we do this again?". "Can we?" I
thought, "What a stupid question". "Sure, love to" I said, already planning
on what I'd wear next time as he seemed to like a girl in
lingerie... judging from the very "firm" reaction.