From kallista@geocities.com Wed Mar 26 18:41:16 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!jump.net!grunt.dejanews.com!not-for-mail Date: Wed, 26 Mar 1997 17:41:16 -0600 From: kallista@geocities.com Subject: Tom and Candy (story; tv, m-m. Parts 7-9 of 9) Newsgroups: alt.transgendered,alt.sex.stories Message-ID: <859419289.2851@dejanews.com> Organization: Deja News Usenet Posting Service To: kallista@geocities.com X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Mar 26 23:35:07 1997 GMT X-Originating-IP-Addr: 204.255.29.19 (nb291-09.warwick.net) X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/3.0 (Win16; U) X-Authenticated-Sender: kallista@geocities.com Lines: 271 Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.transgendered:36531 alt.sex.stories:175809 Something I found on the Web. --Kali }Part Seven Tom helped Candy out of the car, patted her swishy rear playful ly, and followed her into the mall. Their hands brushed as they pushed through the door and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to hold hands after that. Both were tingling with the excitement of shopping for Tom's silkie underwear, and they thought they would look for skirts, blouses, & dresses another time. Heels were still another matter. They agreed it would be most fun to check four or five places before buying anything. "How can I even know what styles to look for?" Tom asked. "You are wearing Helen's underwear now and we can look for those styles this time. Helen didn't like Victoria's Secret or Freder ick's of Hollywood. She said those styles were too extreme and uncomfortable, and I agreed with her. When I bought her panties I went to places like Marshall Fields, Sears, & Pennys. Nothing sensational but still sexy as hell. We could try Lane Bryant, Lerners, Limited, or Sax (for Sex) Fifth Avenue. "I can't believe I'm actually shopping for silkie panties that I'm going to wear," Tom said as they headed into Marshall Fields. In the lingerie department Tom was embarrassed looking at the sheer and frilly see-through panties on display, but with Candy with him, he was managing. Candy told the clerk she was looking for something with lace trim on the leg bands, and she seemed disappointed not to find much to choose from. They tried the same ploy at a few other places, but they found panties that looked uncomfortable or extreme in fashion, not good solid silkies in delightful pastels or even "virgin" white. Candy said the problem was that women in general seem to have one idea of which panties men would like to see, and some men have a different idea. How anyone can know this she didn't know, but she didn't like thigh-hi panties or sensational things in black or bright red. She couldn't figure out why many women found them alluring. "I wish plain pink bloomers would come back in style," she said. "Why?" asked Tom. Candy colored a little and said, "Because they are my special fetish. I never told anyone but Helen about this but when I was four I was punished in bloomers, made to wear them as a penalty for cutting up my favorite blanket. And when I was twelve and began to masturbate, I found myself craving panties or bloomers to do it in. I loved the sensuous clinging silk on my cock and went wild when it got erect underneath the panties I had carefully laid between my legs. That sense of feeling it become erect as a direct result of the touch of the panties was wonder ful, and it still is today. I hope it never leaves me." Tom agreed that nothing could beat the feeling of an erection as it began to harden, and it was impossible to explain it to a woman. He thought it was the taboo aspect that made him erect. When he heard that Candy wanted to wear Sally's panties, he loved wear Helen's underwear, he thought my erection would pop my skin. "It's very taboo breaking to wear a specific woman's intimate silkies," he said."I love the feeling of her slip on me now, and her stockings and garterbelt may drive me out of this world." He said he wasn't staying fully erect but he was halfway in between and it was the grandest feeling in the world. They stopped for a soft drink in a mall cafe, and when Tom went to the counter Candy found a seat at a table. There was only one other couple around, and when Tom returned with the cokes, Candy had spread her legs so Tom could fully enjoy the view. "Do you wish you could do that?" Candy said. "I mean spread your legs so everyone and his brother could look up your skirt? Would you like to attract attention to your feminine charms?" "Well, Candy, I love dressing like a woman but I don't want to pass as a woman. I love looking up your skirt, but I don't want to attract men in the way a woman would." "Point taken. That leads me to my question. Are you as confused as I am about homosexuality? I loved playing with your cock yes terday, but I had to get over cringing at the thought too. I don't want to play oral or anal games. But two cds pleasing each other just to intensify the thrill of cross dressing, well, that's another matter." Tom said he wondered if he would have the nerve to put condoms on their cocks and tease each other into having lovely orgasms. Just thinking about it stiffened his wick, but he didn't want to do any lovey-dovey stuff. He said he didn't want to hurt her feel ings because she sure looked like a woman. "But you aren't a woman, are you Candy? I don't want to kiss you, but please don't take it personally." They both laughed when he said "personally." Candy said it was good to clear the air, that she was as new to this as Tom. Not the cd stuff but the relationship. "I think I want what you want, she said. "See what happens. Play it by ear. Agree that we are not into homosexuality but into enjoying each other as cds. OK? And I am one lucky cd, wow!" Tom said he could feel comfortable with that, but they were doing a lot of talking and could they please play a little game. "When I lean down to pick up this dropped napkin, spread your knees so I can look up your skirt." He did and she did and Tom was all cranked up again, as Candy discovered when she inadvertently on purpose brushed her hand against the front of his trousers. "Let's go home soon," Tom said. end 7 }Part 8 They finally got back from the shopping mall but not before some arousing hi-jinks where Candy squatted down in the aisle between two waist-high counters so that when Tom went to look for her he found he was looking straight up her skirt. They also amused themselves by asking questions of the grey-haired lady who sold them a pair of good looking silk panties. "Do you have any others with more lace on them? Is this the only pair in this size? Do you think it will fit me? How long do you think they will last? How many washings? Will you have more panties in later? When are your panties reduced? Do you have any that are half off? My husband likes bloomers. Do you have any? Can you recommend any panties on your own experience?" Candy was asking the questions but Tom was feeling her silkie ass at the time and rubbing a huge tentpole against her hip. They ended up buying a boatload of panties for Tom, a pink full-length slip with much lace at the bodice and hem, several half-slips in various colors, a garterbelt, a bra, and several pairs of stock ings also in various colors. Candy also bought panties. When they got home Tom couldn't wait to try them on and Candy made him get nude, put on his new garterbelt and stockings and stretch the waistband of Sally's panties down around his balls so he would have a stiff peg to hang the bra on while he opened the packs of panties and one by one rubbed them on his shooter. Candy even made him lie back on the bed in his stuffed bra and full- length slip, spread his legs, close his eyes, put his hands over his head in feminine surrender, and tell by the feel test which pairs of panties were the sexiest. Candy dragged each pair of silkie panties up his legs from his stockinged thighs to his naval, watching his cock quiver in delight as each pair grazed against his newly shaved skin. Candy fully enjoyed the game of making his cock quiver. Tom was almost hyperventilating. Then she rubbed her fingers over his pretend breasts and slipped her hand under the petticoat to caress his rigid cock. For a special test of ecstasy she lifted the slip to his waist, placed on his cock the panties he had declared sexiest, put her right hand on top of the panties, and placed his right hand on top of hers and told him to rub slowly. "Open your eyes," Candy said. "I want to see the excitement. I can already feel your erection getting stiffer and stiffer. You really do react to panties being rubbed on your cock, don't you? I want you to masturbate with my hand on your cock. I want to feel the semen pumping and spurting out of your shooter." "Are you going to make me cum in these panties? They are proba bly full of pre-cum already." "Yes, you have had pre-cum on the tip continuously for the last e a woman and having a long orgasm, which in a sense, you are. Do you enjoy being a woman?" "I don't want to be a woman, Candy. I just want to feel those sensuous silkies on my body all the time. I love your painted nails on my cock and your lipsticked lips. I love your stuffed bra and your gorgeous legs in those stockings. I could almost kill for that f-k me garterbelt, but now I have my own. Imagine! I have my own garterbelt! I can hardly believe I'm saying it." "So you are close to perpetual ecstasy?" "In a way, yes. But I'm not ready for a full homosexual experi ence." He pressed Candy's hand on his cock. I wouldn't mind if you put a condom on me, reddened my cock with your lips, put the tip in my mouth while I masturbated, but I don't want you to suck me off. I don't know why. If I masturbate in your mouth, I'm still in control. My hand on top of your hand on top of the panties being rubbed on my cock leaves me in control. If I decide when and how I will cum, I'm still possessed of my self. If not, I am a slave to something outside me. Do you see what I mean?" "I see I didn't make a mistake in deciding to let you in on my secret life. If you stay yourself then Sally stays your wife and all she knows is you are especially horny these days. That's good. It wouldn't work for me if you left her and tried to move in here. Besides, one of those packs of panties I bought today is for her. I figure if I wear her panties the least I can do is add to her supply. You can tell them they are from you. ok?" Tom said he'd like that and wanted to celebrate his new discover ies with her. The extreme height of his sexual excitement today would allow a couple of orgasms, one for him and one for Sally. He knew it sounded funny to ration them like that, but his male mechanism was not up to several orgasms a day, so he had to sublimate in the orgasm department. He decided to leave his silkies with Candy, but he couldn't imagine living without them. Candy said it would be ok to leave his silkies and in fact he could put them in the drawer directly over Helen's, but in the long run he'd probably want to find space in his home, meaning . he was going to have to tell his wife about his love for silkies. "Take my word for it," Candy said, "Sally can get used to the idea over time, but don't rush her. Let her feel your renewed stiffness and think it is her own magnetism. That way you'll both benefit from your new discovery. OK? Tell her you got excited when you bought her panties and that you are going to wear a pair yourself. Don't ask her permission because that puts her on the spot. Tell her you've decided to do it." "I gather you explored the same territory with Helen once upon a time," and Candy said it had happened. end 8 }part 9 A week later Tom phoned to say Sally was going to a baby shower and did Candy wanted to come over to watch the game? Since Candy was not into sports, he knew Tom was using a code because Sally was in the room. "I take it I'm not to arrive in drag," Candy said. "That's ok but I'll bring a shopping bag of our stuff to change into later." After Sally had left, Tom and Candy went directly to the bedroom, got naked, and tried on their silkies with Candy kneeling in front of Sally's lingerie drawer and going ga-ga as Tom rubbed each pair of his wife's panties on her. Then they tried on Sally's nightgowns and clowned in front of the mirror to see who could produce the biggest nightie tentpole. Tom confessed it was a huge erotic thrill to be wearing silkies in his own home and to be playing games with Candy's cock in the four-poster bed he and Sally slept in. He said it seemed so super joyful as they entwined their nyloned legs that he couldn't think of it as betrayal. After all, Candy was not another woman.But rubbing his nyloned legs against Candy's was a thrill beyond imagining. Well, it was right up there with rubbing silken pan ties on each other's cocks. "Does Sally know you wear silk panties?" Candy asked. "Not yet," Tom said, "but I'll tell her soon. I just have a feeling that if she rejects the idea I'll be left dangling in the wind. When I tell her I want to be pretty sure of her response so I don't have to sneak around in my silkies." Candy said it would be better to risk telling than to get caught. It would also be good if he could somehow get her to read some books on cross-dressers to learn they they are not homosexuals or drag queens but just men (perhaps six percent of the population) who get off on wearing women's clothing. Candy suggested he buy her another package of panties and show her the panties he had bought for himself. If she got upset and asked if he was going to wear a skirt too Tom should deny that. He could always change his mind later. One step at a time. It was not a conspiracy against Sally but against a social mindset that rejected men in women's clothing. Tom said he had never been so motivated in his life and promised to bring up the topic with Sally soon. end. --------------------------------------------------------- Visit Kali's HomePage: www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Alley/4213/index.html or email to kallista@geocities.com -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet