The Gemini
Keywords: The, Gemini,
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I shifted my weight realizing I was standing like a truck driver in line. I inched forward finally able to begin loading my items onto the conveyor something to put my hands to use and get my mind off of my surroundings. From between the packets of gum in the rack I could see Debbie, who was standing in the checkout line next to me, tossing an occasional glance my way. Her continued interest was flattering and obviously my identify was driving her nuts, something that would continue to nag her until she solved the mystery. I didn't want to be in line when she did figure it out and I certainly didn't want to be around my car when she popped out into the lot.
"That will be $108.97 ma'am." The young clerk said to me.
I opened my wallet and realized I was three dollars short. A delay I really didn't want. I smiled at the young lady and pulled out the plastic, relieved that they let you run the card yourself. Within seconds I signed my name, she handed me the receipt and I headed quickly out to my car, relishing the fact that Debbie was still in the checkout lane and couldn't see me through the front window if I exited the lot correctly.
"Thanks for shopping with us." She literally beamed as I turned to leave. The bagger, a teen who was anything but thrilled to be at work didn't give me a second glance and I quickly left the area again enjoying the sound of heels on tile as I left.
That was the first conscious thought I remember enjoying that was related to cross-dressing and one of the most emotional. It was something about that sharp crack that did it for me as much as the smooth, graceful curves of the heels themselves.
I dashed outside, tossed the groceries in the trunk and raced off hoping to get away from the place before Debbie hit the streets behind me. I turned away from home deciding on a circuitous route instead to avoid any potential traffic jams.
My luck apparently held out and I was able to reach our street without incident. I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding and slowed as I turned in the driveway. The garage door was up and my Porsche back in it's spot. I parked and popped the trunk, grabbing my purse and the first few bags of groceries. I stepped into the kitchen and could hear laughter floating in from the living room. Terry and Christa were sitting on the couch watching TV when I finished bringing in the groceries and started to put the items away.
"Did you get everything on the list?" I heard Christa ask across the room.
"Yes ma'am." I said, stepping into the living room in front of the pair sitting side by side, Terry with his arms spread out on the back of the couch.
"Here's the receipt."
"It was more than the money I gave you?"
"Yes ma'am.."
"Sorry about that Stacy. I'll pay you the difference. Why don't you get changed and start with dinner."
"Thank you ma'am."
I continued on to my room, closing the door behind me and pulling off the top and skirt. Hanging them in the closet I slipped back into my uniform, fixed my makeup a little and headed back to the kitchen to prepare the meal. Fortunately, it was a simple recipe and even I could make it. I continued to peel the potatoes while bits and pieces of conversation drifted in over the sound of running water. Peeling tiny potatoes is normally difficulty for me but having long nails made the simply task even more tricky. It may have taken a little extra time but I was ahead of schedule as I mixed up the potent potion and dumped it over the chicken and potatoes. Happy that dinner was going well I took a moment to congratulate myself and set the table. A granola bar had been the extent of my diet today and already the smell of the chicken was filling the dining room.
I was finishing up the place settings when I spotted movement in the living room. From my vantagepoint I could see that Terry and Christa had inched closer to one another on the couch and were now facing one another. They each had an arm on the back of the couch and Terry was running his fingers across her long bare arms while Christa, sitting with one nylon wrapped leg tucked under her and shoes kicked off had a hand resting on his leg. Not his knee but more towards his inner thigh, rubbing her beautiful hand along the material of his jeans. I paused for a moment, unable to take my eyes off the pair as they sat their staring into each other eyes and talking softly.
His hand moved from brushing her arm up to caressing her cheek where I could see her turn her head slightly and close her eyes clearly savoring the gentle touch. I watched her hand move further up his leg towards his groin trying to compete with the sensations that were clearly overwhelming her body. At first I was shocked by what I saw happening before my eyes but after a few moments, I could hear my own breath growing slow, . . . shallow. I could feel the bulging of my own erection under its restraint much as Terry's now appeared.
The fingers of his right hand moved from the cheek she had turned in response to his touch to her hair where he is slowly worked their way through the gentle auburn curls. She let own out a small groan when his fingers made it through to the nape of her neck, her mouth open now as she exhaled her speeding breath. My own mouth open to match hers, my breath timed with her breathing, our tongues licking our painted lips to keep them moist.
I longed to be Terry sitting on the couch with Christa enjoying the soft rubbing embrace of her manicured hand as it massaged his penis beneath the dark blue material of his jeans, my own hand rubbing against the front of my uniform, my groin pushing hard against the material struggling to hold it back. My wife's hand rose higher, fumbling for a few seconds until the clasp on his jeans finally came free, the gap in the material springing open behind the force of his manhood tying to get out. She worked the tab on his zipper free and downwards as the loose material of his boxers pushed upwards unrestrained.
He adjusted his position on the couch, widening his legs slightly so she could pull down the material and exposed the top of his penis which she took lightly in her right hand and caressed gently. In response to his growing pleasure, his left hand rose up her hour glass figure and across the soft material of her blouse until it cupped her breast in his palm where he turned it slowly, rubbing it gently while his thumb fondled her nipple. I don't know if it was Christa or me who let out a gentle moan but I didn't care. Tucked back safely in the relative darkness of the dining room I found my own hand rubbing the front of my uniform, feeling the radiant heat, while the other caressed my own breast under the course material, hands moving in unison to those I saw in front of me. I licked my lips again and noticed she was doing the same, our breathing growing heavy in unison. Christa's hand continued rub Terry's throbbing penis while his own hand had slid from her breast and had begun to undue the buttons of her blouse, their resistance giving way under his touch.
Within a minutes time he had worked his way down the front to the last button holding out just above her skirt. She let out a gasp as his fingertips contacted the smooth, bare skid of her stomach and started sliding upwards. Christa was chewing her bottom lip trying to fight the waves of pleasure I could see rippling through her body. I had envied Terry sitting there with my wife caressing her stunning body, but strangely I stood there in high heels and unsteady knees longing to be sitting in Christa's place enjoying the gentle touch of Terry's cool fingers against my heated skin.
They leaned closer together, their breath pouring over each other as Terry's hand found it's way to her chest, his nimble fingers easily unhooking the latch on the front of her lace bra, its material springing open and spilling its contents free. His hand then moved up across her chest and returned this time to her bare breast where is continued its gentle caressing.
I knew her chest was radiating heat and could almost imagine the cool touch of his palm against her it. I also knew that my own hand pressed against the bosom of my uniform paled by comparison and I longed to feel a firm hand against the bare flesh of my own chest, my own small breasts. I could hear both of them moaning quietly now, trying to be discrete as he shifted his position again, allowing her to grasp his entire penis and stroke it gently. For her part she leaned towards him, rising to her knees and climbed up, straddling his legs and resting her perfect ass on his thighs. She continued to work the muscle between them while her other hand massaged his left shoulder, providing balance when she became unsteady under his touch, one hand rubbing the smooth hourglass shape of her body while the second worked under her bunched up skirt and enveloped one side of her tight ass. He reached around her back and pulled her closer to him, his lips and tongue searching out her breasts as he kissed the region between the bulges in her chest. Her hand slid from his shoulder and rested on the back of his head, trying to urge his face into the proper position. When his mouth finally found a nipple, she gasped loudly and threw her head back in ecstasy, her dark hair dancing across her bare shoulders. While he continued suckling her breast, gently kissing her neck and chest she worked a hand down his own shirt, deftly unbuttoning it quickly. She threw it open and ran her hand down his pecs and across his shoulders, pushing back the material. After a minute of writhing between them he turned his face up to meet hers and she leaned her bare breast against his. Their breath poured out as his lips and hers drew closer until they touched lightly at first, their tongues exploring the mouth of the other until they locked in place and the moaning from each was muffled.
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