If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to
read electronically transmitted erotic material, please do not
proceed any further.

Author: Julie Derecho

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, ORAL SEX





  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.





Copyright Notice: This material is copyright, 2012, by the author
at J21742@gmail.com. All rights reserved. I specifically grant
the right of downloading and keeping one electronic copy for your
personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting
requires previous permission. You may not post this story on any
website for financial gain, or otherwise use it for financial
gain.

All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
coincidental.

If you enjoyed this story you can email me at J21742@gmail.com
and encourage me to write more.

Nice comments are always appreciated.