Bachelorette Number 8

Bachelorette Number 8

(or Here Cums the Sunn)

By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Hi, just somethin' short 'n sweet. Just a slight distraction to take our minds off of our silky legs and bangle bracelets. Just a story about a house, 'a girl,' and the loss of her innocence... plus other things that we don't need to concern ourselves with at the moment... Okay have fun and I hope YOU like it.

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"Hmmm... Let, me, see."

I ordered a couple of things, nothing crazy, just something I had to have. Just a couple of boxes, a couple of bags, just pieces that I knew I couldn't jiggle without. I was taking stock, seeing what was there, seeing what I would traipse around in over the weekend. My hands slightly shook as I ran my fingers through some colorful polyester or the leather of the black heels, or the fancy logo on the eyeshadow palette. More colors to match my dresses. More colors to make me look like I crashed a wedding, chaperoned a sweet sixteen, maybe even hosted a bachelorette party. You never know.

"Will?"

I panicked, I pushed the open packages into the closet, just far enough to be hidden in the dark. I turned around a little too quickly, smiling uncomfortably.

"Oh, what's up?"

I listened, but I was thankful the wife didn't notice my new skater dress, my new six-inch sandals, my gorgeous deluxe thirty-two color eye makeup set.

*

JUST A MINUTE BEFORE

I heard my wife on the phone. "Aww, that sucks I was looking forward to all those martinis. Even Will, he was excited to have the whole house to himself for a couple of days."

MaryAnne was talking to Rachel her friend from work. I have never met her, or any of the employees from the firm.

"Yeah okay, let me tell him."

I just finished Windex-ing the windows and the counters in the kitchen. I wanted the house clean and tidy for tonight and tomorrow. I drifted back into the little office I used when I worked from home. I had a little closet, with a big mirror on the door. It was dark and deep and I knew the wife would never, ever investigate inside of it.

"Will..."

"Oh, what's up?" I spun around, she had the phone against her breast.

"They canceled the bachelorette party for tonight, no one wants to drive, they want to stay close to home."

"Oh too bad, you would've had fun."

Shaking her head, she went back to wandering with the phone, lots of small talk, lots of writing things down. I left the office and started cleaning again, though why bother, I would have all night now to tidy up.

"Figures." I was disappointed, I didn't get any alone time anymore. MaryAnne was always home, always on the phone or the couch, and usually glued to my side.

She was now back in the kitchen, the phone once again against her breast. "Rachael's fiance has to drop off some cash for the house. Do you want to go instead? Stay the night? It's all paid for he just needs to leave the money in the mailbox."

"Where is it?"

"In Easton, Pennsylvania, like two hours away. You can read and relax. Have a night to yourself."

I did like to read, I did like to relax, I did need a night to myself. "Yeah, sure."

*

I didn't want to seem that excited so I waited for MaryAnne to leave. I might even take a book. The women were now going to Rachael's house, then a local restaurant. The bachelorette party was going to be a much more contained, convenient, and simpler affair. I said goodbye and waved as she drove down the block, watching me get smaller in her rearview mirror. I then skipped into the house to get everything together. My hands were shaking all over again as I rummaged through the closet. I placed a couple of things in shopping bags, a couple of things in a box, then I went to get my makeup case. I kept that in the basement behind a bunch of Christmas decorations. MaryAnne never investigated down there either.

Wait! Makeup case? Do I need to explain?

You may ask, well, you could keep other things besides makeup inside of it if you wanted to, but it had a large Ulta Makeup logo on the top and had various compartments for brushes, lipstick, mascara, and even nail polish. If you had a large collection, um, like some did, then it was mandatory.

As you may have guessed, I did have a large collection and I also loved becoming a diva. I was quite good at it too. My wife didn't know I was a crossdresser, I just didn't want to bring it up, plus I was relatively adequate at hiding things too. My superpowers included removing glue from my eyelids, scuffs from high heels on the tiles, and even removing makeup stains from my clothes, the bed sheets, or near light switches. I was the perfect housewife. I always remembered to clean the walls or mirrors after my silicone toy was suctioned to them. There were always these little circles remaining, that would be quite difficult to explain.

Once I was all packed, I set the GPS for Easton, only a hundred and fifteen minutes from Park Slope, here in Brooklyn. I will be in high heels in less than two hours and I couldn't wait.

*

ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

"Oooh, love it."

I was parked in front of a large white house with a brown roof and shutters. It was surrounded by trees, quite sedate and secluded. I loved it immediately, this was going to be a successful overnight stay. I think I might even visit the surrounding gardens in my heels, feel the breeze on my nylon legs. I couldn't wait to get changed. My mind was moving into a different mode to become feminine again.

"I am going to have so much fun."

Beep, beep, beep. I typed in the code, then brought everything into the house. It was full of windows, views, and bedrooms. I sidled into the one with a balcony, surrounded by trees, colorful green and red and brown. I put all my dresses on the hangers in the closet next to my tops and skirts. My four pairs of heels I put on a little shelf above it. My lingerie in the top drawer of the dresser. My make-up graced the small vanity with a lighted mirror, I had never seen my reflection in one of those before and I got suddenly excited. Every girl looks great in an oval mirror. Then out came my silicone toy, hard and proud and now attached to the window looking out onto the expansive backyard. I couldn't wait to get my lips around it while looking at the perfect fall views, listening to my sexy moans.

*

The shower was quite big with another large window facing the trees. I was naked to the world as I tucked then cleaned myself in and out, then plucking the stray hairs from my eyebrows. A little lotion on my legs, face, and hands, then a little lube, way up inside of me for later. Much later.

I was making believe this was my room, filled with my feminine finery, filled with everything I needed to get on with my life. Almost everything was new, almost everything still had tags on it.

I knew the outfit I was going to wear first. I slipped on my black body briefer and matching panties. With a rolled-up t-shirt, I made perfect, feminine cleavage. I could fill a B-cup bra already with my breasts but with the shirts and the briefer I was now a D. I slid on the new pair of oil-slick beige pantyhose. They were very tight and felt so good around my hips and legs. I then sat at the cute vanity to do my makeup.

Fingering my brushes and cotton balls, Q-tips, and pads, I decided on all neutral colors, all perfect for a fall Saturday. My eyelashes were long, my eyebrows were dark and my lips were lined, filled, and glossed a dark red. My nails the same color, but long, very long. Every mannerism became so much more feminine with long glamourous nails, so much more genuine.

Running my nails through my hair, I imagined myself as the assistant to an infamous socialite, a famous model. Someone who would call and gossip then teach me how to correctly pronounce Paris and croissant. Teach me how to catwalk in ten-inch heels, and make sure I only used the most expensive perfume and blush brushes.

*

I remember when this whole journey started, I was twelve and just playing around with my mother's things. Nothing crazy, just heels and a nightgown, just feeling things out. By the time I was eighteen, I had every stitch of her wardrobe on my body at one time or another. Everything got tested, everything got worn whether it clashed or not. I spent so many hours in front of her mirrors, then taking pictures. I have a whole collection stored away for my ensuing nostalgia.

I used to love that my Mom and I had the same size feet, even wore the same size dress. We were both 5'8" and had long legs, an overbite, and an easy smile. I thought I had it made, I had it so good, and then my cousin Nicole came to stay for a summer.

"Willy, drive me to the mall." She would stand in the doorway to my room, wearing a short skirt and low-cut top.

"Willy, go get my bags from downstairs." She would be looking at her long nails and playing with her dark hair. She would click around in heels, wooden heels, expensive pumps, she was a perfect female specimen and she moved and presented herself like a model. I decided to model myself on her.

Suddenly my mother's clothes were too old-fashioned, obsolete. I was eighteen I needed to dress a little more stylish, I needed to feel more like my beautiful cousin Nicole. I became indispensable. I told her I would wash her clothes while she was here in New Jersey, told her to relax, no big deal. Well, it was, I got the chance to wear everything she had brought with her, everything she bought from the malls and stores in town, everything she looked fantastic in.

I washed her outfits for years.

We were complete opposites. She was dark, dark hair, dark eyes, and a tanned complexion. Her background was half Italian but that other half never made an appearance. Me? I was 75% Irish and 25% Eastern European, I was pale with red hair. The best thing about me was my body hair was so light, that I barely had to shave or wax at all. Just a little single-edge razor grazing over my legs, keeping me smooth and perfect like Nicole.

She came to visit every summer after that. Every year I waited patiently to see how she had changed, see how beautiful she was becoming, to see how much more I could look like her. I started buying the types of clothes she would wear, even wigs that matched her hairstyles. I was now her perfect look-a-like relative, I could have been her younger sister with my short black bob, my bangs down to my eyelashes, barely covering my big hoop earrings. When I turned twenty-four I moved out of my mother's house, but Nicole didn't visit anymore anyway. That year she got married, then she had kids, I only see what she became when she sends a picture with a Christmas card. She was no longer that fashionista that invaded my dreams, now I was.

"Angela, you look amazing. Muah."

I was standing in front of the full-length mirror. I have had the name Angela since I was eighteen since my cousin first visited. I was breathing out slowly reveling in finally becoming the genuine me once again.

*

I was feeling the room, leaning against the walls, the windows, fingering the seven-inch silicone toy that was waiting for me. The vibe was lovely, the midday sun glowing over the tippy top of the trees. I went back to the mirror. Over my dark shoulder-length hair, bangs covering my brows, I pulled on the stretchy black top, fixing it around my waist, adjusting my breasts, then the tan and white flowered skirt up around my hips. I slipped into my six-inch black pumps, barely showing off the dark red of my toes because of the thick pantyhose. A couple of bangle bracelets and a squirt of Chanel. I posed some more, I took a shaky breath, I was perfect. A perfect thirty-year-old married woman away for the weekend. My black hair surrounded my face, my large gold hoops dangling and swinging as I walked and talked to my imaginary lovers.

"I love that you are so hard for me." I giggled, I thought I was such a flirt.

I took a couple of pictures with my camera and a bunch of videos with my phone, both on tripods to catch me at my feminine best. I strut around the house, my heels making that gorgeous click on the wood floor. I put away the little bits of food I brought, a bottle in the fridge. I adjusted the blinds. I went to put on music, using the large sound system in the living room. There were so many lights and buttons I just hovered waiting for one to look more important than the other.

I heard a hum, I stopped in my tracks. Shrugging I went back to catwalking in the large open space, finding myself outside on the balcony. A slight breeze blowing my skirt. I leaned on the railing, the colors of the trees were amazing, the scent of autumn filling me with such emotion, I had such a wonderful feeling building up inside of me.

"Hi, world! I hope you like my outfit, I put it on just for you." And I giggled.

"Oh, hi! Thank you for that."

*

"So this is the self-pouring taps, three of them. There is Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, and Rosé. Here you go."

I was extremely nervous and quiet, a tall, older man smelling of Old Spice, gave me a glass of wine from the wall.

"You look like a woman that drinks Rosé, it goes great with your lips." He smiled while eyeing my mouth. My dark red lips.

"I usually drink Cabernet Sauvignon."

"That's good too." He was giving me the tour, his arm around my waist as we drifted through the house. "I see you found the best bedroom. Maroon and pink are such great colors. It also has the most incredible view of the Delaware and Lehigh rivers." And he pointed out more benefits of being in this back room, he just smiled when he noticed the phallic toy against the window. We then went back into the main part of the house.

"Here look at this, just press this button." Suddenly a curtain opened and a tremendous monitor appeared. "The sound comes out of all these little speakers hiding around the house, you can even watch TV in all the bathrooms. Even the tub. Cool huh?"

"Um, yes, very cool. Thank you, Mr. um..."

"Sunn, Ricky Sunn, two N's. Me and the wife, Ginny, two N's, own a couple more houses around here to rent out. We have a restaurant in Jersey too, you should stop by. Hmm, Too bad about the party tonight, I was looking forward to it. I was told there were going to be seven bachelorettes. Are you bachelorette number eight?"

"Mmm, I guess." I smiled

"I was gonna make an appearance at the party, for extra cash I'm a stripper, heh, isn't that great. Stripper, ha, my wife thinks it's funny."

I was looking at him, he was quite handsome in a rugged National Park, Civilian Service kind of way. I shook my head, I was squinting.

"You don't believe me, do you, heh? Let me show you." He then went to another wall, turned on a monitor, and started the music. It looked too complicated for me to remember, but the song was very familiar.

'Here comes the sun, doo, dun, doo, doo

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right'

He started bouncing, his thumbs pointing to his chest. "This is my theme song, heh, Here cums the Sunn, here cums the Sunn, and you say?"

He pressed my chest, directly above my right breast. I felt myself tingle from his touch and I stepped back.

"C'mon here cums the Sunn, here cums the Sunn, and you say... What?"

"It's all right?"

"Heh, correct, heh, all the women I dance for love it. The wife, not so much." He then started to gyrate and move way too close to me, invading my personal space. He started to unbutton his flannel shirt revealing his chest, his hairy brown chest, whilst the song continued to play. "Did you know that on this streaming service, 'Here Comes the Sun' is the most played Beatle song? Number one." And he held up his index finger, then pointed to himself. "That's because of me, heh. I use this song, and only this song, for my act. I try to book myself every weekend."

And then he spun and kicked off his sneakers, knocking over a potted plant. He bent over and spied me through his legs, I was upside down.

'Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes'

He slapped. "The girls love my ass. Of course, this is the part of the song where I rip off my pants, but I don't have my stage clothes on, sorry. I could go get them, they are in the room right downstairs. I could show you the whole routine. I have some time, plus I have a great body, the wife doesn't think so but all the girls I dance for go crazy."

"No that's okay, I don't want you to go to any trouble."

"No trouble Baby Girl. Hey, what's your name?"

"Angela," I said to the ground, I was suddenly very shy.

"Hi Angela, I am what you would call an easygoing DILF." He brought up a little of his chinos to show me his legs above his socks, to prove his point. I made a face like I was agreeing with him. "If you would like some sexual stimulation, I have an awesome tongue technique. That is one of only two parts of my body that the wife enjoys, my tongue and this." And his hand grabbed his crotch. Then he grabbed with two hands and he winked. I smiled, he seemed very unthreatening. It was funny but I realized I shouldn't have smiled, he started moving even closer, he grabbed my hands. He must have felt that was his opening.

'Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear'

"If I thought I was freaking you out I would have left, no big whup, ya know? But I see you are intrigued, maybe a little interested in my mature body. You're okay with Mr. Sunn aren't you?" He then pulled me tighter, my fingers entangled with his. "That's great Baby Girl, you are stunning, those lips, those eyes, even your legs. Are all the other bachelorettes as hot as you?"

"Um, I am sure they are hotter than me. Well, first of all, I am a crossdresser." I was surprised I told him. I never volunteered that information before, but I also have never talked to anyone while being en femme. I didn't know the protocol, plus I didn't want it to be a surprise.

He moved back and slowly disengaged with my hands. He folded his arms, one hand on his chin, It was his turn to be skeptical. "A crossdresser? Really?"

"Really. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what? Being beautiful? And that voice is like butter. You have such awesome, soulful eyes too, and those boobs are as nice as my wife's. Hers are fake too. Wait are they fake."

"Well, kind of." He then came closer again to investigate. He had a hand on each of my breasts, gently squeezing. Some of it was me and some was a cotton t-shirt, I am sure it still felt perfect.

He leaned down and put his nose between my boobs. "You smell incredible too. Did ya know, the best blow job I ever had, ever, was from a crossdresser?"

"No, I didn't know that."

"Well, I was in New Orleans on a business trip. My wife was up in the room with a young guy from the hotel, from the front desk, and I found this hot CD, with the longest legs, drinking a Ramos Gin Fizz at the bar. Yada, yada, yada, she gave me head in the men's room." He shrugged. "The wife hates when I tell that story."

I was thinking it was probably a good story, I wanted to hear more, but decided against it. "Well, I have never given a blow job before. I am sure you would be disappointed."

He then walked passed me and retrieved the toy from the window with a pop. "Do you put this in your mouth?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"But nothing. Once this has been on your lips then you are officially a cocksucker. A blowjob is a blowjob. I am sure you are great at it. Your lips are hot." And he shrugged again, he was proud of the point he was making. I watched him take off his pants, he then slid off his socks. I was now alone in a house with a man in only briefs and an unbuttoned flannel shirt.

"Ya know, we should record this. Have a record of your time with a flesh and blood cock, ya know, for future reference." And he set up his phone as well as repositioned my two tripods. All three were now taking video, all three were going to catch me sucking his cock.

He pulled me closer and we kissed. I thought it would be weird kissing an older man, but it was okay. He was taller than me, so I reached around and took hold of his shoulders so I could stand on my toes. His hands were around my waist as we started to make out, the Beatles song now playing for at least the sixth time. I felt his cock grow as he pushed against me. Just the thin cotton of his briefs and the thin polyester of my skirt were between his manhood and my 'clit.' I suddenly started getting excited. I wasn't really ready for it, but it felt quite nice being in a man's arms. It was something I have always fantasized about. I remember cousin Nicole telling me all the stories of her dates and past boyfriends and wishing I was even more like her.

I could tell his body was as hard as his cock, as he held me I could barely breathe. He inched back and grabbed his penis, making it stretch his underwear. He positioned the tented cock into my crotch and he started slightly thrusting. I was beginning to feel even more like a woman. "Mmm, that's the spot, right there. Do you like this?"

"I think so."

He then moved into me again, his middle pushing against me as his lips once again touched mine. "I can't wait until these lips of yours are sucking me, Baby Girl."

I felt myself smile, but he backed away.

"C'mon, kiss me right here." He pointed to his chest, his two nipples hiding in the forest of gray and brown hair.

He slipped off his shirt. I had to admit he had a nice body, he was turning me on a little more, but I didn't know if I was ready to explore a man. What would I say if my wife asked how was the weekend? Would I give her a synopsis? Would I tell her everything? Anything?

"Okay."

I bent, started to kiss down the front of his body. My lips leaving little wet cupid bows on his chest then stomach. Once I reached the elastic of his briefs I got on my knees, my long nails between my thighs. I pushed my nose into his briefs enjoying his bulge, his scent. He was so hard and it felt nice against my cheek, chin, and lips. I loved the idea that I was turning him on. Suddenly the anticipation of seeing his manhood gave me a shiver, made me stretch, I felt even more excited. I grabbed the sides of his briefs and pulled, watching his hardness pop up inches from my dark red lips. I just stared.

"Kiss it, baby."

So I did. A couple of times. I was loving the feel of my lips on the length of his cock. He was probably only an inch or so bigger than my toy. I knew I would have no trouble with him in my mouth. I then licked his shaft from the bottom to the top of his dick. I kissed the head, then I engulfed him. One quick dip as I felt him hit the back of my throat. I loved the feel of a hard cock, I couldn't wait to watch all the videos we were taking. I am sure I look like a wonton woman enjoying her man, and that idea was totally spurring me on. I played with him slowly, enjoying the taste of someone on my tongue. I then sucked the head harder, while looking up into his eyes, just a little pre-cum was leaking. He had a huge smile on his face, I bet he was forgetting all about those seven other batchelorettes.

"That's it." He continued to give me eye contact as he got deeper inside of me. His hands in my hair. I was thankful for the bobby pins holding it tight, I didn't want anything shifting while I was on my knees in this position, in this skirt. "Angela, you feel so freakin' good."

I then let him slip out of my mouth slowly. Feeling the texture of his manhood. With a big smile, I asked: "Would you like to sit?"

"You mean; Would you like to sit Mr. Sunn?"

"Ha, of course." I stood up, grabbing his hand. "This way, Mr. Sunn."

Once he was on the couch I slipped between his naked thighs and engulfed him again. Taking his hardness into my lips, swirling my tongue, and playing with his balls with my long fingernails. Everything I would do with my toy, I was doing to him. Considering how much he was moaning I was guessing I was doing fine.

"Wait!" He moved and took his phone from the counter. Sitting back down, I resumed my sucking and eye contact as his camera took an extreme close-up. "That's it, baby girl, you look lovely. You will always remember having my cock in your mouth. I am proud to be your first." I then felt him tense up. "I'm gonna cum, back up an open wide.

I leaned and moved back daintily as I stuck out my tongue, my long fingers massaging my breasts. He smiled as he stood and took over the pumping of his cock.

"Ready? I'm cumming baby."

'Here comes the sun, doo, dun, doo, doo

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right'

And he deposited his sperm right onto my tongue. All of it directly into my mouth, not a drop was lost or fell down my top and breasts. I slowly swallowed, there was so much, I didn't want it to slip out of my mouth. I smiled as I got comfortable while he watched, my nylon legs went in front of me, my arms keeping me up, a big smile on my face.

"You are stunning. Show me your tongue."

I did, I flicked it around. He finally put down the phone.

"How was it?"

"Mmm, that was SO good." I giggled. "Delicious, and you were so hard and thick."

He stood and lifted me, together we fell back onto the couch. He kissed my nose. "I think my wife will like that story so much better than the other one." We laughed, I couldn't wait to watch back the replay, couldn't wait to see what I looked like clutching a man's thighs, my mouth filled with cock.

What a surprise this was, it was making me all warm inside, I couldn't wait to do this again.

*

FIFTY-NINE MINUTES LATER

We were outside a restaurant, The Sunn Tavern. We drove over a bridge back into New Jersey. There was music seeping from the building, I was so nervous, I couldn't believe I let him talk me into going out into the world.

"This is it. Ginny is going to love you, she is going to love that dress even more. You are gorgeous."

Before we left, I took a shower, I cleaned myself in and out again. I started from scratch while Mr. Sunn did a little painting, did a little defrosting. He even cleaned up the dirt from the knocked-over plant. He told me not to rush we had all night.

I ended up wearing nude pantyhose under my short blue skater dress, electric blue, sleeveless with another pair of black pumps, this time with no peep toe. They were very sophisticated and they went well with this dress and my pleather pocketbook. I clipped on a big baby blue bow in my hair, big hollow gold earrings, and my thin watch. I felt very sexy, I couldn't stop wiggling.

Now I was wiggling for a different reason. "Maybe this isn't a good idea, maybe I should just go back to the house, I did bring a book with me."

He laughed, "Don't be silly baby girl. You will have fun. Lotsa fun, this is a happening place on a Saturday night."

"No please, let's go back. If you'd like, I'll sleep with you. I am a virgin and this is technically our second date. I would love to get that on video too."

He got out and opened up the other side. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the car. "Well, I kind of lied about something. Remember I told you my wife loved two parts of me?"

"Mmm, yes."

"Well, she only likes my tongue. She says I am not that good of a fucker." Then he shrugged as we got closer to the door. "I don't want you wasting your virginity on me."

*

'She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean

She was the best damn woman that I ever seen'

The bar was packed, the music was loud. Everyone turned around and made a path for Mr. Sunn and this woman in blue.

'She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies

Knocking me out with those American thighs'

He bent down, his lips on my ear. "That's Ginny. She must have been bored, heh."

And I saw her. She was quite limber.

'And you shook me all night long

Yeah, you shook me all night long'

Ginny was probably in her fifties, quite attractive and fit. She was wearing a turquoise dress with so many sheer lines that almost her whole naked body was on view for the crowd. She had on complicated leather heels with straps, and straps and more straps. Her long blonde hair was floating around her face as she gyrated against the men and women who were cheering her on.

She drifted toward us and grabbed Mr. Sunn by his red flannel collar, pushing her thigh into his crotch. They started to make out, swapping spit throughout the rest of the song.

*

"Ginny, this is Angela, she's a virgin."

"A Virgo? Nice."

The music was slightly lower, we were at the bar. Ginny was behind it making drinks for at least six or seven customers, including us, her hands were a blur but her nipples weren't. She placed a white frothy martini in front of me, I was thinking it looked like sperm, but I didn't want to bring it up.

"Cheers." And the three of us took our sips. It was quite mushy, lemony, minty, quite refreshing, I wondered if there was a wall back at the house that produced these too.

"Ginny, Angela here needs a man. She's staying at the house in Easton. She is the only bachelorette that showed up, heh. Oh, and she wants to be deflowered tonight."

"Hmmm. One man coming up."

I turned around, away from them, I was about to start hyperventilating. The bar was full of men, a couple of women, but mostly men. I made tentative eye contact, I felt everyone looking at me anyway, looking at my breasts, looking at my legs in this short dress. I had them crossed and I was running my long red nails down the length of them. I was nervous, my heel was dangling from my toes and my panties were a little wet.

When I turned back to the bar, a man was topping up my drink. He smiled, he watched my dark red lips.

"Hi, I get off, well I finish my shift in about three minutes. Is that okay? Can you wait that long?"

"Um, I guess." I really didn't know how to answer that question.

Ginny came back over, putting her hand on the younger man's back. "This is my son, Tommy, you two will be perfect together. Make sure you thank me later." She was serious, not even a slight smirk on her face.

Suddenly Mr. Sunn's stool was taken over by Tommy, he had his arm around my waist.

*

'Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right'

Mr. Sunn was dancing as I sipped my second or third martini. I was completely enjoying myself. I was playing with my hair, checking my nails, and fixing my lips. It turned into quite an interesting evening. I met the locals, I met more relatives. By the end of the night, everyone knew my name. I even danced, shaking my breasts to the music and spinning on my impossible heels. I had years of practice. Imitating Nicole was my main hobby when I was younger. Now here I was in this crowded space, looking even sexier than her, plus I didn't have to rush home to relieve the babysitter. All I had to do was shake my bottom and whip my hair around my face.

I felt a tap. "You should work for me, I can always use another stripper." Sunn was behind me, another hand on his chin. "Especially since you are so good with that tongue of yours."

"Am I?"

"You are, don't make believe you don't know that, heh. You made me cum in a couple of minutes. Just think how many men you could take care of a night. Save time for something else, like collecting tips or more dancing."

And we danced some more. I grabbed Tommy, he was so tall, at least four inches taller than me with my pumps. The Sunn's must be a big family, I had to look up to Ginny too but that could be because of her metal heels. Tommy started rubbing my back as his lips grazed my collarbone through the soft material of the dress. I started to get goosebumps as his lips kissed my bare shoulder. My breasts and cleavage were hidden by the blue dress but his nose and chin made their way down there anyway.

"Mmm, you feel so good. Ya know, it's getting late, maybe I should drive you home. I don't want your mother coming looking for you."

"Ha, okay."

We said goodbye to the other Sunns and I thanked his mother personally. His father then walked us out. "Angela, there is a room on the bottom floor of that house you can use when you work for me. Lots of closet space too, heh. We can't let those new talents of yours go to waste, heh."

"Mmm, maybe."

We waved then took the car back to Easton, back over the Northampton Street Bridge, back to the large white house hiding in the darkness.

*

SIX MINUTES LATER

I was enjoying myself with a man. I loved that he found me so attractive and I was making him so hard. I never turned on MaryAnne, I never even knew if she had an orgasm or not. I was guessing being with a man I would know immediately, just like with Mr. Sunn, now I was with Mr. Sunn Jr.

"Angela, aren't we a little too old to be making out in my father's car?"

"Are we?" I didn't want to tell him that I was enjoying myself. His tongue in my mouth and his hands all over my body. I felt like a teenager. My shy hands stayed glued to his chest but I wanted to feel his hardness. I was hoping he was going to place my hand right on top of it. I was hoping he wanted me to play with him.

"Why don't we go inside? I am so ready to make love to you."

And then I got cold feet. Our noses were touching as I looked into his dark eyes. Deep inside I felt I was ready to lose my femme virginity, I have had my toy inside me a couple of times, I am sure it would be fine. I am sure I will scream and have an incredible orgasm just like I always do. I am sure he would love it too. Or would he?

"I was thinking, I don't sleep with anyone on a first date. I'm sorry."

He stopped kissing me and moved back. Pushing the hair out of my eyes. He smiled. I looked at him, he was quite gorgeous. He was probably a little older than me and a lot wider. His shoulders were perfect and his arms were so muscular. His hair was dark and he had a little bit of a beard coming through, he also had an incredible smile. He was exactly the type of man I would love to have enter me, but I was having doubts.

"Okay, baby." He then kissed me again. It was nice, it was my favorite moment of the night. "Goodnight."

He walked me to the door.

*

NINE HOURS LATER

I took a shower, I cleaned myself in and out again. I started from scratch.

I was against the window in the shower. The trees looked even better in the morning. The sun was barely over the trees, I felt a little slice of sunshine on my breasts.

Another pair of pantyhose. Silk, so sheer, my toenails looked amazing peeking through. My white bra, tight, once again a couple of t-shirts for incredible cleavage. My dress was a print, all black, white, and red, the hem came just a couple of inches below my 'pussy.' Totally a mini, the shortest one I owned. With it, I decided on white platform pumps, another six inches, more clicking on the wooden floor.

More neutral colors on my cheeks, silver, and black on my lids, my lashes long and full. I love using a curler on them. My lips, dark liner, a mauve fill, a clear gloss. They looked wet, they felt moisturizing and delicious. I looked incredible in the mirror, even without a wig. I slipped one on, another black bob matching my eyebrows. Just a slight part in my bangs showing off only one of them. I clipped on my thick silver hoops, large enough to graze my shoulders, not hiding in my hair at all. Then a spritz of Chanel. I looked and felt incredible, being with a man or two has done something to my outlook, my libido, my panties were even wetter than last night.

I ran my long nails over my silicone toy. I felt a little bad that I was neglecting it this weekend, usually, my toy was the main focus of the night. I guess I had to move on sooner or later. I moved into the kitchen, I started to make coffee.

I heard a dark voice. "So, ready for our second date?"

I didn't need to answer. We went out for breakfast, we went shopping, we visited the Sunn Tavern. We were once again making out in front of the huge white house, the one with the brown roof and shutters. I had my hand on his manhood, rubbing, trying to figure out the dimensions. He was quite hard, I couldn't wait until I felt him inside of me.

*

The house was quiet, I realized I would have to leave soon, I would have to go back to MaryAnne and Park Slope. I spied our reflection in the mirror, we looked so good together. We were holding hands as we walked by the TV, the stereo system, the wall of wine. I can't believe I have only been in this house for twenty-four hours.

"Angela, should we listen to some music?"

"Oooh I don't know. Do you have a theme song too?"

It turns out he didn't so we put on something light and quiet. I was at the mirror brushing my hair, my pocketbook over my arm, while Tommy held my hips and rubbed his manhood against me. Our reflections made eye contact, I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

"Look at you being so beautiful."

I put away the brush, I dropped the bag on the floor. I put my hands on the mirror, slightly bending while his lips went to my neck and then my back. He was so hard, I felt him through his jeans. I watched him as he held me and ran his fingers over my breasts, I felt I needed to get some of this on camera too, so I set them up. I was now looking at myself.

'Brinnnngg.' My phone was ringing, I had a man behind me, I had my tongue at the corner of my mouth so I answered. It was MaryAnne. "Hi, when are you coming home? Are you going to make dinner?"

I was out of breath. I watched Tommy's eyes in the mirror as I spoke, trying to deepen my voice, trying to sound like someone else. "I'll be leaving later, it is quite nice here, so much to do."

"Oh, okay. I will order pizza, then."

I felt fingers bring down my pantyhose, exposing my ass. Lips all over me.

"Bye." I barely made it, I couldn't breathe as a tongue entered my bottom, then a finger, then two. I spun around, I wanted his cock on my lips first, I needed to taste him. But he grabbed me and swept up my feet bringing me into the bedroom, the one with the view, the one where I slept and dreamt about him. He gently lay me on the bed. I knelt and undressed him, I opened his shirt. He took off his shoes, pants, and socks, they were now next to the bed. I was once again alone with a man in briefs and an open flannel. We started to kiss and I felt his fingers unzip my dress.

"Are you sure you want to make love?"

He was lifting the dress over my head, I was making sure I didn't leave any lip prints on it. I was also holding onto my hair. I was tucked and my pantyhose hovered around my thighs, so, of course, I wanted to make love, but I couldn't breathe, I just put my fingers on his cheeks and brought his face close to mine. And we kissed.

*

I had to admit that having a man on top of me was the greatest feeling I ever felt. Tommy's arms were at my side while his hardness was pushing into my abdomen. I ran my long nails through his hair as he moved and pushed, as I wiggled, begging his cock to get even harder. He started to maneuver his body, I felt his cock reach my crotch, I was so wet, I was leaking and full of lube, I was SO ready to take him. He gave me one more kiss before he moved up, putting a pillow under my ass and then aiming.

"Angela, are you ready?"

"God, yes."

I felt him poke me, press against my hole. I was so slippery his head went right in and I screamed. "Oh fuck, that feels so good baby."

He pushed a little more and I tensed up, there was pain. I took a deep breath and let him push in further. I breathed out as he went deeper, his thick cock making its way inside of me. Every inch he took a break and watched me.

"You have such beautiful eyes. Blue just like my mother."

I smiled, as he complimented every one of my features, as he slipped in even deeper without me even noticing. I screamed again once I felt his body against me, I couldn't believe his large penis could fit inside of me so easily. We started to fuck, I brought my nylon legs around his body, my heels still holding on. I tried to pull him in deeper, I was loving having him enter me, I was loving this so much.

We continued to fuck. Over the next half hour, I was in three other positions. I ended up in his lap, sitting on him, his cock in my ass and my fingers tracing his nipples. I started to ride him, started to feel my mind wander, started to get over-excited. His fingers on my breasts, rubbing the silk of my bra. Then he grabbed my hips, he started to move up and down, faster than before, deeper, harder. We were making so much noise.

"Fuck, fuck, feels so good Tommy."

"God, your pussy is so tight, feels amazing."

"Mmm."

And then I felt him, felt his cum shoot into me. Part of me was wishing it was on my lips, on my tongue but I knew it was better inside of me especially since this was my first time. I screamed some more as he grabbed my hips and helped me finish this ride on his manhood. I started to orgasm, I started to feel his cock getting deeper inside of me. He moaned so loud just as I felt him cum. We stayed like this for so long, I forgot where I was. Soon I was on my back, his lips pressed to mine, his body engulfing me. It was the best orgasm I had ever had, I don't know how but I was going to have to do this again.

And again.

*

FIVE DAYS LATER

'Briiinnnngg' My phone was ringing, it was busy in the house, I heard MaryAnne in the kitchen talking to someone. I was now talking to someone else.

"Hello?"

"Hi Angela, this is Mr. Sunn. How are you?"

I closed my eyes, my voice got softer, I became myself again. "Oh, hi. I'm good."

"Hey, I could use your services this weekend, another party at the house in Easton. Are you free?"

I was thinking, I was always free on the weekend but I had to tell him I was busy.

"Not really."

"Well, there is going to be a bachelor party this time. Ginny is going to host so you can go as backup, it will be perfect for your first time."

"Um..."

"You know just a little dancing, some light banter, you could even pour some wine, I just put a Cabernet Sauvignon in the wall."

My thoughts didn't focus on wine. I started imagining being entered by hardness again or my lips around a thick penis. I was bored with my toy, it didn't make any noise.

"A Cabernet? Okay. Why not?"

"Great I will text you the code, the apartment downstairs is all yours. Bye."

I imagined what a bachelor party would be like. I closed my eyes and went through all the outfits in my closet. What would I wear, what would men like to see me in? I giggled and finally put the phone down, I would now need an excuse to tell the wife.

"Will?"

I walked into the kitchen, she hung up her phone, looking at her laptop. "Rachael's fiance is having his bachelor party in Easton on Saturday. Going to be seven of them, would you like to go? There is plenty of room."

"Seven? I don't know any of them, plus I think I'll be busy."

"Well okay, Rachael wanted me to ask. Here, look at this. She sent a video of the two strippers they hired, ha, crazy. One of them must be at least fifty. And the other one," She spun the laptop around. I saw. "Looks like a hotter version of your cousin Nicole."

"Oh, really? That's nice." We both laughed.

I laughed longer.

***

THE END