Graham's Girl Louise
Keywords: Louise, Girl, Graham's,
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My name is Louise I am 33 years old and for the last 15 years I have lived a double life as Lou the sales assistance in a department store and Louise the slut. I have known for years that I should have been born a woman but repressed my feelings as much as possible until I was old enough to leave home. I had been caught by my mother in her underwear when I was 17 and the day after I turned 18 I moved to the other end of the country. When I first moved into my apartment I was shy and hid my life as Louise but after a while I was confident enough to go out and explore my female sexuality.
I quickly found out that lots of men wanted to explore the body of a sexy transvestite and were willing to pay for the experience. I guess I was a whore but I did not stand on street corners, I went to bars and business came to me rather than me looking for it. Soon I had developed some regular clients and now I split my weeknights between them. I do not consider myself a whore, as I love all these men and the money they pay me I spend on clothing to please them. This is a typical night with Graham whom I have spent my Wednesday nights with for about 4 months.
I arrive home from work at five and quickly change out of my disgusting blue shirt and red jacket uniform. I put on some soft music, take a bubble bath and shave my body, mmmmmmm Graham loves my legs so I take extra care to make them as smooth as possible. I could stay relaxing in the bath for hours but I have so much to do to meet him at 8 o'clock. I wash my long light brown hair and wish I could have the blonde and red highlights I have always wanted. With a towel around my head and one tied just below my armpits I sit on the bed and start to polish my toenails. Graham has a fetish for my feet in nylon so I take extra care applying the bright red gloss, I know they will excite him shinning through the skin colored stockings I have bought for this evening.
Part of the thrill for me is making my man so hot they just can't resist me and I know what they all like, a sexy girl. While my toes are drying, I polish my fingernails in the same bright red gloss. I do not wear false fingernails but I keep mine in very good condition not too long but in good shape. I sit on my bed waiting for the polish to dry and looking at my feet and toes to make sure they will look sexy for him. Wearing nail polish is one of those essential extras that just help create the feminine look. Many women do not wear polish every day and just become those plain Jane's we hear about. I often wear my toenails polished at work, wishing I could do the same with my fingernails.
I move over to my dresser, still wearing my towels and begin to apply my foundation cream. I have become very good at applying my make up and have a variety of all different types depending on my mood and the look I want to achieve. I put on my mascara and eyeliner but leave the lipstick until later. I stand up and let the towels fall to the floor, looking in my full-length mirror I examine myself. I am lucky to be quite small, as my father and brothers are all over six ft tall, but I stand at 5 ft 7 with a 28 inch waist. There is a definite shape to my body as I have wider hips and a round tight ass, I hate women who are so slim they seem to have no bottom. My shoulders are slight and I have a good shape to my legs thanks to hours on the exercise bike and wearing high heel shoes.
I have been planning all afternoon what to wear and make my way to my underwear draw contemplating whether I should be a sexy slut or a whorish slut.. My bedroom is divided in two, with draws and a closet on both sides of the room. One with my male work clothes and the other overflowing with Louise's clothes. I take out my new black G-string, the back is no wider than a piece of string and the front is see through. I slide it up my legs and pull it high over my hips. The feeling of the string excites me and I walk around the bed and back, the movement makes we want to sway my hips, anyone who has worn thongs will know what I mean. I take out my black matching bra and slide my arms through the straps. I wish I could have implants but there would be no going back and I would probably lose my job.
I fill my bra with my falsies, a nice C cup anymore and they would not look real. I move back to the dresser and dry my hair. It has grown to half way down my back and takes so long to dry. That done I take out the new pack of stay up stockings with lace tops. I will not wear a garter belt, as the garters would be visible under my tight dress. I roll the first one and take care not to put a run in it as I pull it up my leg, mmmmmmm it feels so smooth to the touch. When I put the second leg on I look down and know Graham will love my feet in these, he will just die wanting me as my red toes are clearly visible through the reinforced toes on the stockings. For tonight I have selected a very tight black dress which finishes about three inches above my knees. I slide this over my head and I am careful to not get any make up stains on it.
I look in the mirror and love the way the dress follows my curves. The neck not too low but will still need a necklace to accent my neck. I put on a silver chain with a pretty locket and my three matching rings, two on the right hand one on the left. A small pair of silver earrings makes my face look prettier and more feminine. I go back to the dresser for my lipstick, red but not as bright as the nail polish, but by applying it around the outside of my lips it will give me that pouty sexy look. I brush my hair and have another look in the dresser mirror. Not bad Louise I thought, a spray of Channel No. 5 (the classic smell of a woman) and its time for the shoes.
This is the part of my outfit that always gives me the most problems. Since I only have size 6 feet I always have plenty of sexy shoes but which shall I wear tonight? They have to be open toed to get Graham excited. I think about the five inch spikes heels but that would be too slutty for this outfit so I decide to choose a pair with three straps across the foot with an open back. The heels are a sexy three and half inches, just enough to give my legs that important shape and my posture that elegant appearance. I take another look in the mirror, mmmmmmm just right, grab a black handbag, my long black coat and looking at the clock its time to leave.
It's only a 5-minute walk to the subway and I love the sound of my heels on the concrete. I walk in front of a store window and notice men looking at me before I board the half full train and find a seat. As I sit the coat falls open and reveals my legs, again I can feel men looking at me. I take a quick glance around and they all look away. I know they will be looking again soon so I slip my foot out of my right shoe and with my legs crossed begin to dangle the shoe from my foot. This is the most obvious flirting I can do and it makes me feel so sexy when nearly every man was watching me. I read the advertisements on the train and let them all have a good look as I wonder how many will be thinking of me when they make love to there wives tonight.
While on the train my mind wonders to my first meeting with Graham. It was in a bar called the "Cheaters" where he was with some friends from work. He had been drinking for a while and was a little drunk. Graham is a tall man 43 years old, not lanky but is quite slim with the sexiest big dark brown eyes. He had a moustache then but has now shaved it off as I once told him it tickled me. He asked if he could buy me a drink and I looked at him, batted my eyes and said,
"mmmmmmm of course big man, you can buy me anything you want."
We chatted for about an hour as he told me how his wife had left him recently leaving him alone. When his friends left he stayed behind and continued talking and just letting it happen which soon led to him leaning over and kissing me. I could feel the excitement with our first kiss and soon was melting in is arms. He began to rub his hand on my leg, up and down my thigh, telling me he wanted to take me home. This is always an awkward moment, as I did not know if he had guessed I was not all women. I took his hand and rubbed it higher up my thigh until it was just below my hardening cock. His fingers explored higher and finally I could feel them touching my hard cock. He broke the kiss looked at me, smiled and said he definitely wanted to take me home. If he had not been drinking I wonder if anything would have happened that first time.
My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival at my station, I took one last look at my admirer's, exited the car and walked up the stairs. Once outside in the fresh air I started to walk to Graham's apartment. His place was a good fifteen minutes walk and since it was starting to rain I hailed a cab. As I got in and sat down I could see the driver looking at me in the mirror so I decided to put on a show. I moved around letting my dress ride up and wet my lips with long swipes with my tongue as if I was licking the underside of a cock. This caused my lipstick to run a little and so I applied more, winking at him and smiling. I arrived at Graham's and departed the cab making sure the driver got a good view of my tight ass, then went up and buzzed his room to be let in.
When he let me in I took the elevator up to his apartment looking at my reflection in the mirror. I have done this so many times but I still get so excited seeing my reflection in the mirror and knowing why I was here. Graham met me at the elevator and kissed me on my cheek, grabbed my hand and walked me down the hall to his apartment telling me I looked fantastic. After he let me in Graham went to the kitchen and prepared a Gin and Tonic for us and when he came back into the room I removed my coat. Graham stopped and looked from my face down past my hips and to my legs and feet.
" Do you like these?" I asked twisting on my heels.
" My God, You are so sexy" was his simple reply.
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Keywords: Louise, Girl, Graham's,