The Meeting
Keywords: Meeting, The,
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"Special thanks to Angle_Love; without her hard work and encouraging words this story would have never been posted. Thank you Angle."
He could not believe that he was finally going to see her after all these years. Since his divorce, she had been all he could think of. He fantasized every day how it would be to see her again, make love to her again, and now the day had finally arrived. He could barely sit still.
He had decided that he would greet her at the door, dressed in his new leather micro mini skirt and his new leather corset. She knew that he liked to dress as a woman, but he did not know if she would still accept him the way she did in the past.
The fact that he was a transvestite had finally destroyed his marriage. He had been able to hide the fact from his wife for nearly 15 years, but, his urge to dress up had finally become too great for him to hide any longer. He told his wife.
He was nervous. His hands were shaking as he lit yet another cigarette.
When he did, you would have though that he had told her that he had been cheating on her; she went crazy. Six months later they were sitting across from each other in her lawyer's office signing the divorce papers. Nearly 15 years down the tubes because she refused to listen or try to understand him.
She would be here any minute.
His friends, most of them, had stood by him during the divorce; some even knowing the reason his wife had left him. It was one of his friends that had told him that they had seen her in the local grocery store, putting the first thought in his mind of getting back together with her. As he searched for information about her and how to get in contact with her, he discovered that she to had recently divorced and was now living in the same town.
His heart jumped as he watched her pull into the driveway.
He had been able to get her number from a person he knew at the phone company, her number was unlisted, and had worked up the courage to call her a few weeks after his divorce had been finalized. By that time he was dressing as a woman nearly every day after work and all day on the weekends. In a short amount of time he had purchased an extensive collection of clothes for himself, along with make-up, perfume and his new pride, a long light brown curly wig, made of real human hair. The wig had cost him nearly a month's pay, but when he first put it on, the way he looked and the way it made him feel about himself, made the cost seem trivial.
As she stepped out of her car, his heart was in his throat, and he was finding it hard to swallow.
In the two weeks since he had first contacted her by phone, it had taken this long to get together because of their work schedules. She had just started a new job, and he was in the middle of his work's busiest time, so it made it very difficult for them to find a time they were both free to meet. Between now and the time of his first phone call to her, he had been very busy.
He practiced every day on applying his make up so that he looked as much like a woman as possible. He had been shopping countless times, buying outfit after outfit, not being able to make up his mind how he wanted to dress for their first meeting in years. He had also finally done something he had been thinking of doing since his wife had first moved out; he had laser hair removal done, leaving his body hairless and smooth. The only hair he had left was on the top of his head and his eye brows. Everything else he had removed, including his facial hair, freeing him from the task of daily shaving.
As he watched her walk to the door, he was finding it very difficult to breathe. What would she do when she saw him? Would she at least come in and talk to him, or would she turn and leave?
The day of the meeting had finally arrived and he had spent the night before tossing and turning, unable to sleep, wondering if he was making the right decision to meet her dressed as a woman. Unable to sleep he had gotten up and paced the house, agonizing over what to do. Finally, as the nighttime sky was lightening toward morning, he made up his mind that he was doing the right thing by letting her know from the start how he was. Once he had made up his mind, he was able to relax a bit before he had to start getting ready for their meeting. While he had been pacing, he had also decided what he was going to wear for their meeting. He had bought every type of outfit imaginable, from the most conservative to the sluttiest he could find. And since he really wanted nothing more than to make love to her again, he decided he was going to go for broke and dress like a slut. He was taking a chance by dressing for their first meeting, he might as well make it a really big chance.
As she knocked on the front door, he was unable to move, his legs felt like Jell-O and his feet would not move.
It had taken him nearly three hours to get himself ready. He had applied and then washed and then reapplied then washed his make up on and off so many times, his face felt raw, but when he had finally gotten it to were he liked it, he had to say it looked perfect. Once he placed his wig on and pulled on his outfit, his newly purchased black leather micro mini skirt and black leather corset, a pair of the deepest black stockings, his favorite pair of high heeled black mid-calf boots, and a black leather thong, that was specially designed to hide his male body parts, he felt beautiful.
By the time she knocked the second time, he had worked up the courage to open the door. As he pulled the door open and got his first good look at her in nearly 10 years, his penis began to harden and push painfully against the leather of his thong. She was still as gorgeous as ever. Her long dark curly hair cascading down to her shoulders, her deep dark brown eyes, and her sleek slim body, all was too much for him, he found as he stared at her, he could not speak.
When she laid eyes on him, she knew it was him underneath the make up and clothing, and she found herself as sexually excited by it now as she had when he had first dressed up for her. As she stood staring at him, her juices dampening her lace panties, waiting for him to invite her in, she began to envision them making love, wildly. Realizing that he was not either going to ask her in or could not, she made the first move. Stepping forward, right into his leather-covered body, she pushed him back, as she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him full on the lips, smearing their lipstick together as her tongue explored his mouth.
As she pressed her body against his, he could not help but to step back, letting her into the house. As she pressed her lips against his, he let the door close behind her, moving his arm to embrace her. As she pushed her tongue passed his slick red lips, gently parting them, he placed his other arm around her body, pulling her as tight as possible against his body; savoring the feel of her against him.
"Hi," she said as she broke their kiss, stepping back out of his embrace.
His heart still pounding hard in his chest, his whole body tingling from her kiss, he still could not find the ability to speak but one chocked word. " Hi."
"You look wonderful. I had a feeling that just maybe you would be dressed for our meeting." As she spoke, she walked across the room, taking a seat on the large overstuffed couch along the far wall. " As a matter of fact, I was hoping you would be dressed up."
"I, um . . . It's the reason..." He still could not get control over his body to communicate, as he sat down next to her on the couch.
As he sat down, he realized that he had wanted to offer her a drink before sitting, "Can I get you something to drink?" He rose quickly, moving toward the dinning room and the bar as he spoke.
"Yes, please. A single malt scotch if you have it." She watched him as he crossed the room, the way his body moved. He still moved mostly like a man, but something about the way he moved and the short skirt he was wearing, turned her on even more.
As he crossed into the other room, he found that her simple request for his favorite drink, and the fact he could feel her eyes following him as he walked, began to relax him; she seamed to fully accept him the way he was dressed.
"I have to admit that I was a little scared to greet you dressed the way I am, but I needed to get everything out in the open with you from the start." He poured them both a drink and walked back into the other room. "I mean, the fact that I am a transvestite caused me my marriage, I certainly wasn't going to hide it from you, start something with you, and then lose you." He handed her drink to her and sat down next to her.
As he lifted his glass to his red shiny lips, he could smell her, a musky scent that he remembered so very well, making his already hardened member swell larger, forcing him to squirm as he sat trying to ease the pain he was feeling.
"I am not going to pull any punches Bobby, I am hoping this meeting will be the beginning of our relationship that we left so long ago." She never once took her eyes from his face as she spoke. "I have to admit I had heard rumors about your divorce, and the reasons behind it and was more then ready to see you dress as a woman again." She took a sip of her drink. "Though I must admit to you that now compared to the first time you dressed for me, you look much better, more like a woman." Lifting her glass once again, she drained it.
As she, rose to refill her own glass, he noticed for the first time since she had arrived what she was wearing. Her ever shapely legs were covered by the same shade of black nylon he was wearing, and she too had a pair of black calf boots on, but her heels were much lower than his. A black spandex mini skirt that traveled up her body tightly covered her still perfect ass; its waistband ending half way up her stomach. Her ample breasts were covered by a short sleeve white spandex half shirt that was so tight he could tell she was not wearing a bra underneath.
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Keywords: Meeting, The,