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Subject: {ASSM} Julie, Lipstick and Hosiery, Part Two - MM, TG, TV, Bisexual, Married, ROM
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Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2012 08:10:01 -0400
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Julie
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Author: Julie
Title: Julie, Lipstick and Hosiery, Part Two
Summary: Julie meets Ed in the park at night in her new black panties.
Keywords: MM, ROM, CONS, MARRIED, TG, TV, BISEXUAL





   Two days had passed since Julie's first meeting with Ed and she still
hadn't formulated any type of plan for their second date.  It was also
becoming increasingly clear for her that this whole, whatever it was that
she was doing, gender crisis, I'm secretly Julie thing, wasn't going to be
as easy as she initially thought.  At home his wife was becoming more and
more concerned about what exactly it was that he was so preoccupied about.
Which for now was manageable as long as that concern didn't morph into
something far more serious such as outright investigative curiosity.  She
had even went so far as to ask him why their sex life was in such a rut
lately, and suggested that maybe he should see a doctor.  At work things
weren't going any better.  His boss had cornered him, then chewed him out
about home sales being down.  Sure, he hadn't sold a house in two months,
but sales were down across the nation.  Nobody else was selling any houses
either.  They were right smack in the middle of one of the most dismal
recessions in history.  Didn't his boss get the memo?  What the fuck was he
supposed to do about it?  Then there was the even bigger screw-up that
nobody had even caught on to, yet.  While only half-paying attention on the
phone yesterday with a client and asked for his name, he had responded that
it was Julie.  An apology and a quick explanation that he was distracted by
an earlier call with someone named Julie had been a relatively easy fix,
but it was still worrisome.  Things hadn't reached crisis levels yet, but
Julie's life was clearly in turmoil.



   Ed wanted Julie to meet him the following evening at 8:30 p.m.  in a
parking lot on the backside of the city park.  She immediately agreed,
however she wasn't thrilled about the prospect of continuing to meet him in
public places, but for now it would just have to do.  It wasn't as if she
was going to say no.  Julie still didn't have any kind of formal plan for
their date as Ed had instructed.  Instead, she had already decided that
with all of the turmoil going on in her life that she just wasn't going to
worry about.  She didn't need the stress.  Excitement yes, stress, no.  She
concluded that it would be best to just let whatever it was that was going
to happen, just happen.  Her current plan was, no plan.  Drive with her
eyes closed.  Fly blind.  Besides, their initial meeting had already
transpired, and she didn't expect to be half as nervous this time.  Julie
knew the park didn't close until ten.  That would certainly give them ample
time to spend together.  And of course a good portion of that period would
most likely be in the dark, which opened up all sorts of possibilities.



   Julie was practically hidden by the large, dark screens that completely
covered her rear porch as she relaxed in the big lounge chair.  She'd come
out to the porch to relax and do some reading but now found herself
watching the neighbor's daughter wash the family car instead.  The young
girl was probably 19 now, Julie guessed being that what look like the
Senior Prom limo had been there last year.  They seldom crossed paths and
virtually never spoke, but Julie was now getting a first-hand view of how
well she had matured.  Her long brown hair and teacup breasts in the loose
bikini top mad Julie shiver.  And whenever she would stretch to wash the
roof of the car, her beautifully rounded butt cheeks would begin to slip
out of her swimsuit bottom.  Why can't that be me, she thought.  Julie's
womanhood was quivering so badly she had to cover her lap with the magazine
that she'd been pretending to read.  Julie wished she could look just like
her, even if it was only for a night.



   She now found herself in full confrontation with the innumerable
problems that dressing up and secretly pretending to be a woman posed.  To
make matters worse, she wasn't even young anymore.  Body hair, the older
she grew, the more it seemed to sprout.  It was like fighting a forest
fire. Makeup, she didn't know anything about that.  Razor stubble.  Red
bumps.  Ingrown hairs.  Her middle age paunch.  Where to hide her girly
things.  And as if all of that wasn't enough to make her pull her hair out
(hair that she didn't even have anymore!), then toss his wife that would
run full speed for divorce court into the mix.  Julie knew damn well that
she'd go after his pension.  She let out a long, purposely dramatic sigh.
Julie wished she could just go get in the shower right then and shave off
every inch of her body hair before meeting with Ed.  But, she knew that was
impossible.  Jesus, what would his wife Andrea think if she saw him like
that?  Julie was pretty sure she knew the answer and didn't want to think
about it.  She picked the magazine back up.  The excitement had completely
drained out of her womanhood and she didn't have anything to hide anymore.
Oh well, she thought in sadness, she may not be able to shave everything
off, but at least she could trim every last bit of it from her private
parts.  Climbing out of the chair, she headed for the bathroom.  Julie
couldn't wait to feel Ed's panties against her freshly shaved cock and
balls.  And as she walked across the house, she practiced her sexy, new
strut.



   Julie practically skidded to a stop in the CVS Pharmacy parking lot on
her way to meet Ed, and this wasn't a planned detour.  She couldn't believe
that she hadn't thought of it before.  Inside the store, Julie strolled up
and down the makeup aisle impatiently.  With tubes popping out of the
shelves everywhere, the number of colors was nothing short of dizzying for
someone too wound up to read the tags.  Red, red, where is the red, she
wondered.  Finally she found it.  Julie didn't even bother to read the
label, all she cared about was the color.  She recognized cock-sucking red
when she saw it.  Julie told the cashier that she didn't need a bag or
receipt because he and his wife were late for a wedding and they still had
to get dressed, then rushed out the door.  Back in the car, Julie shoved
the little tube into one pocket and pulled her watch out of the other. 
She'd taken the band off and stopped wearing it because she thought it was
too masculine.  It was just slightly after eight, and she was close to the
park.  She had plenty of time.



   Arriving way too early, Julie circled the park several times, then
circled a couple of nearby streets, and then she circled the park a couple
of more times before she spotted Ed's white BMW.  She could have just
parked and waited, but she didn't want to sit there alone in such an
anxious state.  It was ridiculous, and she knew it didn't make any sense,
but Julie was terrified that anyone who saw her would know she was wearing
the black panties beneath her jeans.  Thank god she hadn't gotten in a car
accident.  Parking next to Ed, she looked around cautiously before getting
out, and then quickly jumped into the car with him.  The luxurious dark
brown seat wrapped itself around and practically swallowed her.  Ed must
have sensed that she was nervous, because he touched her arm asked if she
was ok?  She nodded, and told him she was.  Looking around inside the big
sedan, Julie asked him if it was a five series?  Ed told her it was one of
the seven series, a 760li to be exact.  Running her fingers across the
elegant dashboard, she doubted the smell of leather ever disappeared in a
car like this.  Ed tuned the radio to some soft music and urged her to
relax.  Julie thought she recognized it as the Sirius Love Song channel. 
Julie knew she had to do something to calm down, so she stared out the
window and thought about herself dressed in a skimpy bikini while washing
the car as Ed watched.



   As the light faded the two of them sat in silence.  Julie tried focusing
on the music, but she was still so nervous all she could do was stare
straight ahead through the windshield.  The bikini fantasy had helped
though.  Ed on the other hand was sitting partially facing her. 
Occasionally, Julie would look over at him, and each time she realized that
his gaze rarely left her crotch.  In the darkness, Ed began to softly
stroke her arm.  Finally, he spoke.  Ed asked her if she had worn his gift?
Julie, hardly able to talk and feeling as if she suddenly had a lump in her
throat, didn't know what had happened to her voice, but she whispered that
she did.  Ed asked her to show him the panties.  Julie looked frantically
around the parking lot before unsnapping and then finally unzipping her
jeans to reveal them.  Ed wasn't satisfied, and told her she would have to
do much better than that.  So Julie lifted her ass off the seat and lowered
the jeans until they were down around her ankles.  That seemed to satisfy
him and he resumed stroking her arm.



   Fearful that she was ruining their date, Julie tried again to pull
herself together.  She forced herself to relax by concentrating on the
feeling of Ed's fingers softly stroking the tender skin of her inner-arm.
Julie could tell that it was working when she began to feel that weird,
familiar sensation emanating from her womanhood.  As the sensation
heightened, so did her confidence.  Julie didn't even have to look, she
knew the panties were barely containing her.  If he had so much as touched
her, she probably would have exploded.  Julie could come easily, and if the
mood was right stay hard and ejaculate again.  Ed watched with interest as
Julie slipped off her shoes and used her feet to remove the jeans
completely, then reached down to search for something in one of her
pockets.



   Julie had never sucked a cock before, but she had always wanted to. 
With the little tube in hand and her womanhood threatening to pop-out of
the panties, she turned to face Ed.  Julie pretended that he was a mirror
and applied the lipstick the same way that he had seen his wife Andrea do
it countless times before.  She let the tube slowly glide across her lips,
and then pressed them tightly together to ensure the sticky, bright red
substance had covered them completely.  Julie felt Ed jump every so
slightly when she unzipped his trousers, reached inside, and grabbed his
cock.  He was hard and that encouraged her.  With her fingers firmly
encircled around it, she began to pump it.  Jule would run her hand
completely to the top of it, and then back down, making sure to pull the
skin taught.  She studied the effect it was having on him, and listened as
his breathing became heavier and heavier.  Then she leaned across the
console and took him into her mouth.  But just the head of cock.  Julie
didn't want to rush it, because she didn't know how sensitive he was, and
she didn't want to gag.  Julie formed a tight seal around the tip of his
cock and practiced stroking it with her lips.  Ed didn't know it, but this
was more for her than him.  Next, she experimented with pressing her tongue
against the tender, looser skin on the underside while continuing to suck
him.  By the noises he was making, Julie could tell he was really enjoying
that, so she began to stroke his cock and lick and suck him in that manner
all at the same time.  Ed was making little grunting noises, and his
breathing kept getting heavier and heavier, but Julie had no idea that he
was about to come - it just happened.  And when those big gobs of semen hit
the back of Julie's throat, her head instantly shot back in an involuntary
state of recoil.  Which of course caused the subsequent spurts to splatter
all over her nose, cheeks and chin.  Up until that point, he hadn't touched
her at all during the blowjob, but before Julie could retreat back to the
passenger seat, Ed put one of his large hands on the back of her head, and
while gripping his cock with the other, rubbed his dick all over her
cum-covered face.  Julie gave in and didn't fight it.  Once his penis
stopped quivering, Ed let her go.  Julie practically fell back against the
passenger door.  In a daze, she was wondering how she was going to clean
herself up?  Julie realized that she hadn't given that any thought at all.
Ed must have read her mind, because he leaned over and popped open the
glove box to reveal a packet of Kleenex and another gift-wrapped package.
Then he pointed to the dash clock, which read 9:50 p.m.  and warned Julie
that they better go.



   Julie couldn't help but wonder as she pulled her jeans back on and tried
to straighten her appearance if the package was for her, or just there by
coincidence.  Ed hadn't said a word.  But she found out soon enough,
because he asked her if she was forgetting something when she started to
get out of the car.  Smiling, Julie opened the glove box again to retrieve
her second gift.



   Ed had already driven away by the time she opened it in the car.  Julie
was absolutely thrilled, Ed had gotten her a pair of black stockings from
Victoria's Secret.





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