My Lover Gets Me
Another Friday night and I am on my way home from the office, free at last to pursue my fantasies. I take the number 11 bus toward downtown and get off in a very kitschy neighborhood. I am all a glow with anticipation as I walk the two blocks to the plus size shop. Inside I am no longer a stranger, Cheryl sees me enter and can smell a nice commission. "Hi Steve, what can I show you tonight?" I smile knowing what my purchase will bring later in the evening. You see my girlfriend adores new cloths and will be more than happy to model them for me. "Let's start with lingerie, I think a nice slip, bra and panties set would be nice." Cheryl shows me to the section and pulls out a mauve set that has all three items. I look it over and think of Charlene in that color and decline. "How about something in a mint or green, she has red hair." Cheryl pulls out a slip in mint green that is so silky, I nearly die, I can just see it on Charlene. "Perfect, do you have panties and a bra to match?" Cheryl smiles and digs through the bras hung on a rack. "46 dd right, here we go, we do have the complete set." I can feel my erection fighting to submerge, but I try harder to concentrate and it subsides. "Now an evening gown with slits up the side, showing a hint of leg when she walks." Cheryl walks me by the hand to another section of the store, showing me a rack of formal gowns. "Steve here is the best selection, my goodness how you dote on your lady."
I smile and think of Charlene, the sexiest and most beautiful transvestite in Chicago. I am so fortunate to know her and it brings her such delight to receive a new wardrobe. There is a silver gown with a slit up to the nether regions that strikes my fancy, so I purchase that one and ask if any new hose have come in? "Of course Steve we have some very sexy pattern hose that have elastic tops unless you prefer a garter supported set?" "No these will be fine, I looked over the patterns for a bit and bought two pair. At the register, Cheryl made polite conversation and seemed to come on to me, if she only knew I was serious with a man who dresses as a woman, I think she would crap. Cheryl kissed me on both cheeks as I left, welcoming me back next week. I carried my bags with anticipation of Charlene's reaction and my desire to seeing her in the new cloths. Back on the bus I smiled thinking of the pleasure my Friday purchases brought to Charlene. Being a plus size woman it would be easy to be self conscious but Charlene was a cloths horse and never self conscious. The bus let me off three blocks from our apartment and I hooffed the three blocks in anticipation, thinking back on how Charlene and I met. I was in Boys Town, up on Broadway and it was Thursday night, a traditional night for cross dressers and transvestites to come out and show their newest outfits with out fear of retribution. I took a seat at the bar and watched the parade unfold as the evening wore on. Being a man, I find a woman most attractive, even a fake woman more attractive if she is swelt and well dressed. When Charlene walked in, a plus size woman full of confidence and and smelling of Nina Richi, I was taken aback. Her charm was undeniable and her inherent sexuality was amazing. I am a fan of beautiful women even if I am immune but this man rocked my world. A bold large woman with bright red hair in an evening gown that was overstated. I was nearly afraid to approach her until I realized her manhood would bring us both a lot of pleasure. I was in my cups and very receptive when we met, I guess I have a natural charm and before AI knew it, we were on the way to my place for a rendezvous. I know Charlene a lot better now and realize her wardrobe is her turn on, so I feed the beast and reap the rewards. Call me a male chauvinist f you must but I think of myself as a true lover. My God the woman has style and grace and as long as I keep the wardrobe coming I am in good. I arrived at the high rise and Alberto buzzed me in, saying his obligatory hello. I punched our floor in the elevator and waited in restless anticipation for the surprise I had for Charlene. I was fumbling for my key in the lock and the door opened, Charlene in a full length slip and nothing else. Her hair was perfect and I was already turned on but fought back my desire. We kissed at the door and exchanged greetings, she brazenly took the bags from my hand and kissed me again, excited to see her new gifts. I am such a softie; I let her have them and watched her nice bottom as she ran off to the bedroom to open her gifts. All I heard was exclamations of excitement and a few moans of pleasure. It seemed like an hour before she returned to the living room, in her evening gown, I just knew she had the lingerie on underneath. She came to me like a heat seeking missile and kissed me deeply, thanking me for the new wardrobe. I of course loved the affection and dismissed it as my contribution to our relationship. Emphasizing that she was worth it and it was my duty to make her a lovely as possible. My God she was radiant in her new outfit, my male hormones told me to take her now but my manners told me to wait a few minutes until she made the first move. I have to admit I had no desire to hear her lament about a cum stain on her new dress, so I chose to behave myself. Charlene came over and sat on my lap and kissed me deeply, tahnking me like she was blessed by my gift. I felt my cock rise to her tender touch but started thinking of work to withhold my emotion I wonder how many men can have what I have? I mean how many men are liberated enough to have a female /male woman and actually enjoy it? I can take Charlene out in public and get looks of envy, most real people not realizing she is a man. I have her all to myself and hope it never changes. Charlene is wearing deep mauve lipstick, her makeup is perfect and she has on the sexiest outfit I can imagine. My mind knows she has on the mint green undergarments and I find my cock rising again. She keeps her red hair natural, to the tune of two hundred a month at the stylist, but who is counting, her look is marvelous. I know her pubs are waxed and non existent, another bill I am happy to pay, she is my kept woman, and makes me happy, and what can I say. When we first met, I wished she would lose weight but as time went on, I realized she is perfect as she is, the few extra pounds are irrelevant, she is a real live love machine and comfortable in her own skin. All I know for sure is she rings my chimes and I can never complain. My eyes drif tot the new stockings and I get more aroused, knowing her firm cock is enclosed in green panties and I will sooner or later be stripping them off and savoring her dick.