Mrs. Doubtfire
Keywords: Doubtfire, Mrs.,
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Like a lot of people, I'd seen the movie, far-fetched as it was. The idea that a man could impersonate a woman, and then try and fool his own wife and expect to actually get away with it was just a little bit much. But then again, it was only a movie after all, and meant for entertainment, not reality. Or so I thought anyway.
I had moved into a new Condo four month's previous. I was single, currently unemployed though I managed to make a living aside from a steady full-time job as a free-lance writer of sorts. I had a sizeable inheritance to draw from, as well if and when it was necessary, but even that wouldn't support me for long all by itself.
The Condo I'd just purchased was apart of a two Condo per floor type of architecture. I lived on the fourth floor of an eight-floor building. I had met my neighbors the same day that I moved in as we also shared an elevator that of course stopped at the same floor where we both lived. Donna and Steve as I met, and learned were my "down-the-hall" neighbors. Almost immediately I was attracted to Donna. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous by any means, but there was something about her that caught my eye, and captured my heart. Silly as that was, especially with her being married and all, and a newly wed herself as she and Steve had only lived here not even a year yet themselves.
Donna had light brown shoulder length hair, nearly the same height, as I was at just under five foot nine perhaps, with nice full looking breasts, not too big, certainly not small. But of course, I'd certainly never seen them except in the occasional glimpses when we'd run into one another over the course of the days and weeks that passed when she'd wear a tank top, or tight fitting blouse, sometimes wearing a bra, sometimes not.
Steve traveled occasionally for his work. I knew he was in sales, some sort of regional or district Sales Manager or something, which required that he be on the road two or three days every week, and once in a while for a week or two at a time.
As time passed, I had even been invited over for lunch on a couple of instances, and even for dinner one evening when Steve had been in town. I enjoyed the opportunity I had to be around Donna, even though my "secret" desires and fantasies about her would certainly always remain that....secret. And, there was never any indication from her that we had anything more than just a neighborly relationship either, albeit a closely developing one. Still, whatever amount of time I could spend near her, or with her, I did.
I had just gotten out of the shower on a Sunday morning when the doorbell rang. As I had not gotten a phone call from security first down in the Lobby of the complex, I knew it had to be one of the tenants, and in all likelihood, it was either Steve of Donna above any others. I quickly threw on a bathrobe though I was still wet, and headed for the door. Answering it, I was delighted, though slightly surprised to see Donna standing there. She too was wearing a large fluffy bathrobe, and though I had received "glimpses" of her in the hallway, either saying good-bye to Steve on his way to work, or picking up a newspaper by the door, sometimes nearly less dressed than she was now. It was still a bit of an unexpected surprise to actually see her standing here now.
"Good morning Donna!" I said, actually holding the door open even wider as a silent invitation to come inside if she wished too. And without asking, or saying a word about it herself, she did.
"Morning Ryan. I hate to disturb you like this, especially this early on a Sunday morning, but as Steve is going to be gone for two whole weeks, I wanted to do something special for him, and I came up with fixing him breakfast in bed."
I stood listening, looking at her as she spoke to me, still unsure of what if anything I could do for her.
"I realized I hadn't had time yesterday to go grocery shopping, and wondered if you had a few things that I could borrow from you in order to fix him breakfast."
Donna actually produced a small paper from the pocket of her bathrobe with some of the things she needed on it. As she did so, I saw her robe part slightly, and for the first time got a brief glimpse of a rather well rounded and full looking breast. I'm not sure she knew, or saw that I had seen her, but "feeling" perhaps that her robe had parted, she quickly gathered it in with her hand and held it together while she handed me the small slip of paper she'd written a few things down on.
"Come on into the kitchen. I'll see what we can do for you." I told her.
As we rounded the couch in the front room, Donna happened to glance down at the woman's dress that was draped over the back of it.
"Oh Ryan. I'm sorry! I didn't think to consider that you had a "guest"!" She stated apologetically.
Confused, I looked over to where it was that she as looking and laughed. I'm not exactly the neatest person in the world to be sure. And spotting my sister's dress still lying on the back of the couch where she had dropped it almost a week ago was a little embarrassing. Not because Donna thought it belonged to some intimate "guest" that was staying over, but because I'd been too lazy to take and hang it up.
My sister and I were "Fraternal Twins". Regan and I certainly weren't identical, but even as fraternal twins; we looked a lot alike. Just the "obvious" differences between us being a man and a woman. Regan was an airline hostess, and as such, came through the city about every two weeks on either a layover or a rest stop between flights. The fact that I happened to live here made it much easier on her to save some additional money by staying with me when she did.
I quickly explained this fact to Donna, telling her that Regan had stayed over with me the previous weekend, just long enough to change clothes and fly out again. My sister had stayed with me a significant number of times, so that it became easier for her to literally take over one of the bedrooms and store a few articles of clothing here instead of always having to travel around carrying them with her.
It was then that I also pointed out one of the few pictures I had of my sister, which showed the two of us standing side by side. If it weren't for her having longer hair and a slightly different look with make up and all, it would have been hard for anyone NOT to see the obvious similarities in our appearance.
We finally entered into the kitchen, still laughing together over the initial thought that she'd had that I had a "friend" staying over, still sleeping in my bedroom. But the reality was, I did have a growing hardon, brought about simply by Donna's presence. The fact that I had a robe on wasn't helping much. The ease and "freedom" of having plenty of room beneath my robe wasn't helping to contain anything, and I had to ensure that I didn't twist or turn in certain ways that would have revealed this fact, or pointed out to her quite unexpectedly my rapidly growing discomfort. Trying to get my mind off the situation, I took Donna's list from her and began to look it over, pulling stuff out of the refrigerator, or down out of the cupboards. Before either one of us knew what was happening, I was suddenly making breakfast rather than just giving her the stuff to go make it her self. It seemed like the easiest thing to do, and I am sure I subconsciously wanted her to stay here as long as possible. I even had one of those "bed-trays" which Donna went and got from my bedroom, and we decided to prepare everything here, and then she'd simply take it home with her and wake Steven up with it.
As Donna and I stood together at times cutting things up, scrambling eggs, or making toast, I stole whatever glimpses and glances I could down her robe whenever it parted. I was reasonably sure that Donna never caught me actually looking, but it did seem to become apart of the "game" to some extent that we became aware of one another's nudity beneath our robes, and especially as I maintained an erection of sorts throughout the entire process.
Twice I know I had inadvertently touched her, brushing my hard cock briefly against her side once, and again almost directly against her bathrobe covered ass when she had bent over to pull out a frying pan from one of the lower cupboards. Neither of us said or mentioned a word, but I know that if "I" felt it....she certainly had to of felt it as well.
And as we cooked, we talked too. One of the subjects of course being my sister. I told her a little about Regan, and as we became more and more comfortable with one another, I also informed her that my sister was also "gay", or in more specific terms as defined by her gender, a lesbian.
"Maybe it's the fact that I know we're both naked beneath our robes...." She began. "And because of what you just shared with me, I don't know. But I confess, I have wondered about that myself. Even Steven and I have discussed the possibility at times when we've shared fantasies. Of course.....I'm pretty sure I'd never actually do anything like that, but I guess most women do wonder about what it would be like to be with another woman at one time or another."
Perhaps I shouldn't have been too surprised by her revelation. And she was right in one respect; our "covered" nakedness was still just on the edge of awareness for both of us. And I had seen both of her breasts fully exposed a couple of times now, and once had even thought I had seen the smooth surface of her sex when she'd sat down at the table and crossed her legs.
The image of Donna and my sister locked together in some sort of oral "69" with one another was still on my mind as we finally placed all the food we had made on the breakfast tray for Steve. Donna thanked me profusely for my help, even giving me a kiss on the cheek, and in doing so, allowed me to feel the softness of her breasts press against me even though it was through the material of her bathrobe.
Holding both doors for her, I escorted her down the hall as she carried the tray full of food, along with a fresh pot of coffee.
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Keywords: Doubtfire, Mrs.,