A party for t-girls part 1
***As I do not really have time to type the whole long story, I shall offer this in segments and continue the endeavor based upon feedback and my free time. Names have been changed.***
A while ago, I saw an ad on CL for a party for t-girls. My luck on CL has largely been hit or miss. Quite a few wonderful occasions occurred and perhaps I will write about a few of those in the future. The misses were, to say the least, unpleasant. By and large, however, I get no response from most ads. I responded to the ad with trepidation hoping that I would not be the only girl there. The next day, I received an email with the details of the party which was being held Saturday.
All week long, I was excited but nervous in anticipation of the party. Saturday arrived and I spent over an hour just picking my outfit. I placed my outfit, "conversion kit," and a bottle of vodka in my back pack and rolled out the door at exactly an hour before us girls were supposed to arrive and get ready. The party was located in a hotel specializing in 2-3 bedroom suites and I was delighted to discover the room was at the back of the property in a fairly secluded area. After knocking on the door, I stood back with a stomach full of butterflies and waited. The door was answered by a statuesque woman with auburn hair in a form-fitting purple dress that stopped at mid-thigh. She invited me in and introduced herself as Vanessa. She told me the other girls were getting ready in the bedroom to my right. As I entered the room, there were 4 other girls in various stages of readiness and although I had never dressed with anyone other my wives, I suddenly felt so much more relaxed. My outfit consisted of a silky black cami covered with a transparent silver lame button-down shirt, a knee length black skirt with a slit on the left leg up just above mid-thigh, and round-toe black slingbacks. Beneath I wore nude sheer energy stw, a black 6 tab open-bottom girdle, and Sears Nice Touch stockings (sadly discontinued). Most of my time was consumed in donning my makeup about which I'm a little OCD. As I'm bent over the sink working on my eyebrows, this British guy walks into the room and just starts feeling up and down my legs. I would love to say it was really hot or erotic but creepy came to mind as all he said, over and over, was, "I just love stockings and tights." Not a single word was said to me and I had to tell him to beat it. Finally I put on my wig (yes, it was the cliche damn page boy, but it was so sexy with streaks of various shades of red and black) and jewelry.
As I exited the bedroom, I noticed the common area (it was a combination living room, dining room, and kitchen) had 8 girls and 5 guys in various stages of mingling. A curvaceous Latina came up to me and introduced herself as Rosa. She gave me a big smile and asked if it was my first time.
I blushed and said, "is it that obvious? And I'm Amber by the way."
Rosa smiled again and said,"yeah you had the deer-in-the-headlights look as you took in the room and I must say you look stunning."
Before I could respond, she took me by the hand and led me to the vacant loveseat. As I sat, I noticed that two girls were locked in a 69 embrace in the other bedroom. Rosa noticed where my gaze was directed and smiled like the cheshire cat. She related about the parties, how they were a fairly regular occurrence, the mix tended to vary greatly from party to party but the majority was usually girls like us with a few admirers and the occasional adventurous wife or girlfriend. While we were talking, Rosa had placed her hand on my silky knee and was slowly stroking her way on up under my skirt. Rosa mentioned that the usual bulls were not there that night so we probably would not be getting a good, deep fucking. In the meantime, the two girls in the master bedroom had finished up and were straightening up their outfits.
As they came out into the common area, Rosa took me by the hand and said, "let's go!" When I stood up, she pulled me in the direction of the left bedroom.
To be continued...
A while ago, I saw an ad on CL for a party for t-girls. My luck on CL has largely been hit or miss. Quite a few wonderful occasions occurred and perhaps I will write about a few of those in the future. The misses were, to say the least, unpleasant. By and large, however, I get no response from most ads. I responded to the ad with trepidation hoping that I would not be the only girl there. The next day, I received an email with the details of the party which was being held Saturday.
All week long, I was excited but nervous in anticipation of the party. Saturday arrived and I spent over an hour just picking my outfit. I placed my outfit, "conversion kit," and a bottle of vodka in my back pack and rolled out the door at exactly an hour before us girls were supposed to arrive and get ready. The party was located in a hotel specializing in 2-3 bedroom suites and I was delighted to discover the room was at the back of the property in a fairly secluded area. After knocking on the door, I stood back with a stomach full of butterflies and waited. The door was answered by a statuesque woman with auburn hair in a form-fitting purple dress that stopped at mid-thigh. She invited me in and introduced herself as Vanessa. She told me the other girls were getting ready in the bedroom to my right. As I entered the room, there were 4 other girls in various stages of readiness and although I had never dressed with anyone other my wives, I suddenly felt so much more relaxed. My outfit consisted of a silky black cami covered with a transparent silver lame button-down shirt, a knee length black skirt with a slit on the left leg up just above mid-thigh, and round-toe black slingbacks. Beneath I wore nude sheer energy stw, a black 6 tab open-bottom girdle, and Sears Nice Touch stockings (sadly discontinued). Most of my time was consumed in donning my makeup about which I'm a little OCD. As I'm bent over the sink working on my eyebrows, this British guy walks into the room and just starts feeling up and down my legs. I would love to say it was really hot or erotic but creepy came to mind as all he said, over and over, was, "I just love stockings and tights." Not a single word was said to me and I had to tell him to beat it. Finally I put on my wig (yes, it was the cliche damn page boy, but it was so sexy with streaks of various shades of red and black) and jewelry.
As I exited the bedroom, I noticed the common area (it was a combination living room, dining room, and kitchen) had 8 girls and 5 guys in various stages of mingling. A curvaceous Latina came up to me and introduced herself as Rosa. She gave me a big smile and asked if it was my first time.
I blushed and said, "is it that obvious? And I'm Amber by the way."
Rosa smiled again and said,"yeah you had the deer-in-the-headlights look as you took in the room and I must say you look stunning."
Before I could respond, she took me by the hand and led me to the vacant loveseat. As I sat, I noticed that two girls were locked in a 69 embrace in the other bedroom. Rosa noticed where my gaze was directed and smiled like the cheshire cat. She related about the parties, how they were a fairly regular occurrence, the mix tended to vary greatly from party to party but the majority was usually girls like us with a few admirers and the occasional adventurous wife or girlfriend. While we were talking, Rosa had placed her hand on my silky knee and was slowly stroking her way on up under my skirt. Rosa mentioned that the usual bulls were not there that night so we probably would not be getting a good, deep fucking. In the meantime, the two girls in the master bedroom had finished up and were straightening up their outfits.
As they came out into the common area, Rosa took me by the hand and said, "let's go!" When I stood up, she pulled me in the direction of the left bedroom.
To be continued...
8 years ago
