The Emergence of Sarah
Keywords: of, Sarah, The, Emergence,
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"I"m a crossdresser".
A short, simple statement of fact. So easy to type, not so easy to say. I lie here looking at her; watching, waiting. My heart pounds. What is she going to say? What is she going to do? She moves. Pulling away from me; throwing back the covers and scrambling out of bed. No words, no expression. Is this it? Have I just thrown away the past 25 years with those few words? My mind races; going back to before.
I haven"t always been like this. My interest in dressing is quite new. I guess it started when we both changed jobs. In my old job we had moved around a lot, but Elaine had always worked found work as a carer; looking after old or young. She was always happy helping people; it was one of the things I loved about her. For my part I was happy too. We were "the ideal couple". Happily married, nice kids, nice home, etc. Elaine enjoyed her work but it always came after me and the kids and the house. Sure I helped out but the house was her domain and that suited us both.
But everything evolves. The kids grew up and moved away. My contract ended and we moved back to my home town, bought our own house, and started a new life, just the two of us. Elaine found a job as a carer straight away and I soon found a new job, but it meant working shifts. Still the money wasn"t bad, and Elaine arranged her calls to match my hours, so we still had time together. Then after a few months she fell ill. Nothing serious, but she had to stay off work until she had her operation. The hospital promised to call her in as soon as possible, but because it wasn"t serious she wasn"t a priority, and she would have to wait a little while. The days stretched into weeks; the weeks into months. And still no date for the op.
At first it was ok. She caught up on her reading, and her stitching. She spent time gardening, and enjoyed doing little projects around the house. Gradually though she changed. She lost her sparkle, and started withdrawing. Then one day I had a brainwave. Caring wasn"t the only thing she was good at. She was multilingual. Why not a change of career? It had worked for me. Reluctantly she agreed, and we went to work. There was nothing in the local papers, or the job centre. Then we tried the net. The results were amazing, more jobs than we ever imagined. That night we wrote a CV and emailed it to a few. I came home next day to find her sitting on the couch, grinning like the cat that"s got the cream.
"Guess what!" she exclaimed before I had time to open my mouth. "I"ve got a phone interview tomorrow!" She bounced of the couch, and threw her arms around me.
"They need a translator, and they"re going to phone me and see how good I am!"
She was excited. The old Elaine was back. The rest of the evening passed in a whirl. She couldn"t sit still, couldn"t stop talking. She was bouncing around, full of nervous energy. In the end the only way to calm her down was to take her to bed and try to work some of it off.
Next day I left for work at 5.30. When I came home at 2 she was on the phone. She was held her finger to her lips, obviously this was the interview. I made a brew and waited. Eventually she put the phone down and turned round, a big grin on her face.
"I"ve got the job!" she squealed, "I start tomorrow".
"What am I going to wear?" the smile disappeared, "I haven"t got any office clothes".
"You"ve got your grey suit" I said, trying to be helpful.
"That"s ancient, I can"t wear that. I"m going to have to go shopping".
Two minutes later she was gone, leaving me sitting and wondering what had just happened. She came back a couple of hours later, laden with shopping. There were suits, blouses, shoes, you name it. Best of all, there was new lingerie. All sorts of "frillies", which I didn"t really understand but knew would look good on her. That evening I was treated to a display of lingerie, the likes of which is normally reserved for catalogue and magazine pages, and which had a wondrous effect on both of us. Still, it helped us to sleep well afterwards.
Next day she was up at the crack of dawn. The only drawback of the job was the distance, at least an hour away, and that on a good day. I came home at 2 to an empty house. I wandered about and tidied up a bit, trying to remember what was supposed to go where. She finally arrived home about 6.30, looking tired but happy. This soon became our daily routine, and we both settled into it quickly enough. Because she was away all day the housework started to suffer, so I decided to try it, it only seemed fair. After a few days I found it wasn"t that bad, and actually enjoyed some of it, although it never looked as good as when Elaine did it. Still at least it was tidy.
The best part was the laundry. Each day I would come home and take the clothes from the bedroom and sort them into piles for washing. I found that I enjoyed the feel of her lingerie in my hands. The feel of the lace and silk. Her scent on them, especially if she had been feeling horny the day before; even more so if she had left them on as we made love. Little did I realise that this was the start of a slippery slope.
I wasn"t long before I started using them if I played with myself. I would come home and pick up what she had worn the day before. As soon as my fingers brushed against them I would feel myself harden. A few seconds and I would be lying on the bed, jeans and boxers down, playing with the knickers or the stockings, stroking myself, my cock hard. I"d lie there feeling the silk and lace in my fingers, stroking my rigid cock, thinking of how she had looked as she undressed, wondering what she was wearing today. It never took long, a couple of minutes of stroking and I was ready, spurting cum all over my stomach, and then wiping it away with the knickers, feeling slightly guilty. I soon found it was even better if I wrapped the knickers round my cock, while I ran the stockings over my legs, remembering the feel of her stocking clad legs rubbing against me.
Then one day she came home looking excited but a little guilty.
"They want me to go to Prague" she said, excited. "They"re setting up a new office and want some of us to teach the new staff how to use the system".
"Oh", was all I managed.
"I"ll be gone for a week" she explained, "Monday to Friday, all expenses paid".
"You don"t mind do you?" she added, looking guilty.
"Of course not" I replied.
Monday arrived and she was off to the airport first thing. I went off to work and came home as usual. Straight away I was upstairs, looking for the knickers she had worn over the weekend. I liked Mondays as there was a collection of knickers from the weekend waiting for me. My cock was rigid before I even found them. In no time at all I was on the bed stroking, with the thought that I had plenty of time, and no rush to wash them. I could use all 3 sets. I was laying there, my cock wrapped in pale blue silk, a black stocking rubbing my leg, when it suddenly hit me. I was alone; there was no rush, why not see what the stockings felt like from the inside. My heart started pounding, I couldn"t do this, it was wrong; but who would know?
I lay there, my thoughts whirling like a dervish. Slowly, hesitantly I undressed. I looked down. The stockings were there, lying on the floor where I had dropped them. Hands shaking I reached for them. I had seen her do it so many times, it looked easy. I picked them up. Slowly I bunched one up, and slid my toes in. The feeling was electric; any doubts vanished. I slid the stocking up my leg, smoothing out the wrinkles, feeling the elastic grip my thigh. The second one quickly followed, and I lay back. I looked down, gazing at my legs in her stockings, feeling them clinging to me. I rubbed a hand over my leg and my cock jerked, god this felt so good. Quickly I grabbed the knickers ready to wrap them round my cock. And stopped. In a flash they were round my ankles and sliding up my legs. She was a little smaller than me, but they fitted. I adjusted the elastic round my hips, feeling the thong slide between my arse cheeks. By now my cock was rigid, twitching, constrained by the lace of her knickers. I reached down and rubbed it through the material. It was too much. I lay there feeling dazed, watching the spreading stain on the material.
I spent the rest of that day in a daze. The feeling of her knickers and stockings was heavenly, yet I felt guilty. I had taken of the knickers and thrown them in the wash. I wandered round for a while in the stockings, constantly smoothing them, enjoying them, and hitching them up every few minutes. After I while I went back to the bedroom and grabbed another pair of knickers. I was hard again. I slid into them, a black silk pair, with lacy trim. The suspender belt was next to them. I picked it up. Without thinking I put it on back to front, snapped the fastener closed and spun it round. I laughed. She didn"t realise what a good teacher she was. I grabbed one strap and tried to fasten it onto the stocking. I soon stopped laughing. This wasn"t so easy. Eventually after much tugging and pulling I managed to attach all 4 straps. I tried a few steps. The straps held the stockings perfectly. Feeling happy with myself I sprawled out on the bed. I ran my hands over my legs, feeling the straps rubbing my legs as I moved. I was in heaven. My hand grazed my cock, rubbed it. This time I didn"t cum. I lay there contented, gently stroking, enjoying the feeling. Gradually I stroked harder, faster, watching my cock grow, the head poking out of the waist band, and suddenly thought of her hand doing it. A few more strokes like that and I came. I lay back enjoying the afterglow.
The sound of the alarm jolted me awake. I came to feeling confused. It was dark, what time was it? Then I remembered. I put the light on, looked down and saw my legs sheathed in nylon, red marks where the suspender had dug in whilst I slept, and a sticky patch on my stomach. A sudden wave of guilt came over me.
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Keywords: of, Sarah, The, Emergence,