3 comments/ 16612 views/ 9 favorites Life With Miss Ida Ch. 01 By: Sheermistress Ida and I had been seeing each for about six months and it was all going very well – I was 30 at this point with Ida being only a year younger. Me - a very easy-going young man, fit, lithe and a hundred percent, dedicated cross-dresser! Ida – also young, Italian and with a sexy curvy figure that matched her petite frame very nicely. I was secure in a well-paying job that I enjoyed and looking forward to many years of gainful employment in my home city. Ida was a teacher – a good one too and also secure in her own future to the point that she was in the process of having her first home built. I am and was always fashion conscious – as most CDers are I think – always making sure that my outfit, whether it was femme or my male-drab, was crease-free and matched the occasion. Ida was, and is, what I like to think of as the epitome of a CDer's wet-dream – she always wore a blouse, skirt, nice heels, hose, lovely matching jewelry and never left the house without makeup or her hair done. No matter if we were just spending a day in the country, going dancing, out for dinner – whatever – she would always make sure she looked the part - a woman who believes that being femme is part of what a woman should strive for and expect to be. The only downside in all this, is that I am about 5' 10" and she is only 5' 2" – so no chance of being able to wear her shoes, or clothes – oh well, one makes do with what one has right? My cross-dressing has been part of my life since I was about 13 and I had taken many years coming to grips with who and what I was. I still wasn't sure if it would be the controlling factor in my life yet – in other words, would I just enjoy doing this part-time, or would I go the larger step and seek to change completely – those decisions, while certainly seeds of thought, where a long way being decided upon. I did know that it was something I enjoyed thoroughly and that it made me feel 'complete'. I loved coming home from a stressful day – shower, shave (if I had to) and then become my femme self – which by the way goes by the name Georgia – and spend a very relaxing evening either by myself or with my flatmate; chatting about girl stuff, watching a movie etc. There had been one or two flings before Ida but none knew of my femme side as the relationships never really got to a point where it would have been a factor or necessary to divulge such information – so Ida was looking like the first woman I would or possibly could, reveal myself too. While I was definitely not a virgin and Ida likewise had had relationships before me, we did relish in taking our time because I think we both knew that this time round it all felt rather special. We had talked about sex and what it meant to the both of us and for the first time I was enjoying the honesty that was being shared – although I had still not informed her of my femme side - the moment to tell her about Georgia just hadn't presented itself yet...little did I know that it was about to. It was a Friday and I was on my way home from work – Ida and I were planning on going out for a drink and maybe take in a nite-club - when I got a call from her to say that the house had been finished to the point where she could now move in and wanted to celebrate with some champagne after work. She wanted me to select something nice on the way home, (she always had me buy wine, as my knowledge of it was greater than hers) and she was going to pick up some antipasto and bread for a little gathering in the new house. Now, I didn't bank on any of this...as I mentioned earlier, living in my own apartment with a female flatmate allowed me to enjoy dressing either alone, or while my flatmate was around, and wearing lovely femme lingerie, pantyhose, panties etc., beneath my male-drab on an almost daily basis – especially on cooler days, like today. So there I was, in my male-drab, and underneath that; skin-toned, lycra panties with a lace edge, very sheer-to-waist coffee-coloured pantyhose, some knee-hi women's trouser socks and a silky-satin beige camisole – also with lovely lace-trimmed edges and shoulder straps. All this was under a pair of simple tan trousers and a cotton, button-down business shirt. I had two choices – race home, get changed and try to get back to Ida's with the champers in a suitable timeframe or...I could just go there and see what happened??? I chose the latter – I picked up the champagne and headed to her new house to see how the nite would play out. I should also explain that this wasn't that rash of a decision, as Ida did know that I had a 'bit of a thing' for legs in nice hosiery. I had commented and complimented her on many occasion about her style of pantyhose and choice of colours etc., especially when she would wear opaque tights in winter – ooooooh! Don't get me started on opaque tights!! But I digress...like I said, she knew I liked the feel and look etc., and we have spent many nites playing, with her in pantyhose and heels or pantyhose and nice chemise etc. It would excite me greatly as she could see how turned on I would get and not be the least bit curious about whether I was getting turned on by her or just the fetish itself – at least she never mentioned anything about it. And, on two occasions she did let me wear her stockings – we tried her pantyhose once, but they took so much stretching to get them up my legs and to waist height that they felt tight and weird – we laughed and had fun about it – but little did she know how much of a turn-on that was for me! The other reason I felt the need to arrive with my femme finery on was that once or twice Ida had made a comment about my "figure" as opposed to my "physique" – I don't recall the first time exactly, but we were talking about fashions and I was putting forward my views about styles or something and how some of the androgynous look worked on either men or women and she came out with a statement somehow about me having a "nice figure for a guy" I remember looking at her with some excitement (and trying not to show it) and asking, "you think so?" She smiled and said that she liked how I was fit and trim and that she wasn't a big fan of bulk and muscle all over a guy. Well that led to more discussion on women's fashion and while I wasn't trying to convince her of my feminine side I was trying to offer hints and comments that would hopefully allow her to see that there was at least "another side" of me that would be different from most other guys. I also remember letting on a little too much info about lingerie brands and shoe brands etc., but managed to gloss over that and moved onto other subjects. Part of me really hoped that she was starting to form an opinion at least and hopefully, maybe, she would be partial to learning a little more about Georgia. So, there I was, sitting in my car after having rolled into her newly paved driveway, sitting for a brief moment with my heart pitter-pattering away as to how all this would play out. We had, up to this point, been very honest with each other – even to the point of Ida admitting a brief, girlie-lesbian moment while on a high-school camp once. The short story is that her and one of her friends had managed to sneak in some alcohol and after a few drinks each (it didn't take much at that young age) decided to start 'truth and dare' – one thing led to another and they both admitted to wondering what it would be like to kiss another girl. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what happened next, they ended up in a decent kissing session and a little bit of heavy petting ensued as well. Of course, after hearing that story, Ida had left me with many nites of self-fulfilled pleasure replaying the scene over and over in my mind – all while dressed femme! I rang the doorbell and heard her coming down the stairs – Ida flung open the door and cried, "Welcome to our new home!" "Our new home?" I thought – I put it down to being overly excited. We hugged and kissed each other as we always do and then she grabbed my hand and started the tour. I'd seen the plans and drawings many times but seeing it all finished was nice. The power wasn't connected yet, so with flashlights in our hands we went exploring - downstairs was a two-car garage, which opened into a short hallway and off this was a spare bedroom with its own ensuite bathroom, a laundry room and good-sized storage room. Back along the hallway to the front door, turn right and head up the stairs – to the left was the main bedroom with ensuite, down the hall to the left was an office area, second bedroom and small bathroom. Top of the stairs to the right was the kitchen/dining room – all open-plan and very nicely designed with large floor-to-ceiling windows leading out onto a verandah with commanding views over the city and harbour. Just off this was the lounge area, also with doors out to the verandah and views. It was all very impressive and I told her so – we sat on the lounge-room floor, lit a bunch of candles, opened the champagne and served up the antipasto, and as we ate, Ida was describing what furniture was to go where etc., and why she chose certain colours here and there. Then she said; "and I was thinking that we should get a king-sized bed so we can have more room when we play". I stopped and looked at her with a quizzical look on her face, and the question didn't need to be asked, because she just said; "I really hope you want to move in with me, when it's all done – you do don't you?" I had a mouthful of food and champagne and could barely swallow as I slowly nodded yes. "Somehow you don't seem all that keen," she said. "Darling...you took me by surprise that's all!" I answered. "You hadn't even mentioned that that was what you had been thinking up 'til now. I would like nothing more than to move in, but I would never say, or suggest anything like that myself. This is your house and you worked hard for all this. The fact that you want to share it with me is wonderful," I added. "Good! Then it's settled...we'll start as soon as you can – I know you have what, a month or two left on your lease, so that'll give us time to get things sorted out before you move your things in. Mind you, you won't really need to move much, as I have already ordered all new furniture" – Ida had been living with her folks up until this moment and always was a great money-manager – "and please don't get me wrong, while I like the furniture and items you have, I somehow don't think they'll fit in with the 'woman's touch' I'd like to give my new home. You don't mind do you?" She asked. "Did I mind??" I wasn't really hearing all this properly – "...move your things in...", "...the woman's touch..." this was all causing lovely feelings inside and I could feel myself getting harder and harder as chatted about it more and more. All I could do was respond in the kind and mutter, "of course not darling." Ida put down her glass – I think she was on about her third and as always on alcohol, was getting nicely frisky and playful – and leaned over and whispered, "Why don't we celebrate the moment properly?" And with that she pulled me on top of her on the freshly laid carpet. I remember thinking; the carpet might not be the only thing getting laid in here! We moved away from the food and drinks and I noticed that while we could see out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you actually couldn't see in, mainly because the house was on the top side of the road, and it looked down over the neighbourhood – funny what you notice at moments like this!?! "Here we go," I thought...this is the moment where it could all come crashing down. As I was unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lovely pure white, lace-edged slip, Ida was pulling me against her and running her hands over my legs and my shirt when she stopped. Looking at me curiously, she ran her hands over my shirt again and could obviously feel that my shirt was sliding against something smooth underneath. "Sweetheart," she said slowly, "would you mind unbuttoning your shirt for me please?" I knelt up, sitting across her hips with her skirt having ridden up, and her slip being revealed sexily across her thighs. Her pantyhosed legs were on gorgeous display, and I was enjoying all this to the point where I didn't care what she might say – the whole moment seemed to be right. I decided I would look nowhere but right into her eyes, and doing so, started to unbutton my shirt revealing the sexy cami that lay underneath. Ida lifted her hands up and without saying anything, started to slide them over the satiny material. Her first question was not what I expected; she stopped, looked up and asked, "This isn't one of mine is it?" "No," I said, "it's mine." And for what seemed like an eternity, nothing was said, and, for an awful moment, even though I thought the moment was right, my mind was flip-flopping between "she's going to love it – no, she's going to hate it!" Then Ida said, "It feels so smooth! It's really lovely, where did you get this?" she asked. Two more things I didn't expect to hear straight off the bat – I told her the store I got it from, a store she knows well as we'd been in there together a few weeks back, while she'd been buying herself some lingerie. "Did you spot this when we were there the other week?" she asked. I decided to be honest, "I saw it there once before when I was there on my own but wasn't sure if I should get it and when we were in there the other week, I saw it again and just had to have it. I only dropped in a few days ago and picked it up," I added. "Hmmmm??" was all Ida could offer, "So, are you wearing anything else that I should know about?" She added a little coldly. I started to think that I was in the shit and knew if I lied she'd only start grabbing at my clothes and want see for herself so I bit the bullet and offered a very lame, "Welllll...." "Show me," was all she said and rolled me off her and knelt up crossing her arms over her unbuttoned blouse – an opening that revealed the rest of her very lovely satin slip – her firm breasts pushing out over her crossed arms. What I did notice was that Ida didn't attempt to button up her blouse, nor pull her skirt down over her slip and pantyhose, letting her thighs glimmer in the candle light - to me, all good signs. I slipped off my shirt completely and then pulled off my trouser socks. Ida didn't notice that they were women's as the light was low and she really wasn't paying attention to socks. What she did notice though were my stockinged toes. "Stockings??" she asked rather unbelievably. "Actually no," I answered, undoing my trousers and letting them fall, I offered, "pantyhose." I sat back down as close to her as I dared and once again, Ida just stared at them and slowly, hesitantly, ran her hands over the sheer material. At that point she noticed my panties and told me to stand up. Shaking a little as I did, and then she told me to turn around which, once again on shaking legs, I did as was told. Then she told me sit back down. Looking me in the eye, she said quite sternly, "This is all very nice it certainly doesn't look all that ugly on you, but do you want to tell me just what the fuck is going on here?!?" Ida doesn't swear often, although she has done during our sex-play and it has always been quite a turn-on – but when she said the 'F' word this time around, I have to admit it did worry me a bit. So started a very long diatribe about why, how, when, where etc. All the usual stuff about when it started, why I think it started, what I feel from it etc. And for a very long time, Ida said very little. It was a very long discussion and the hours ticked by, and slowly Ida started asking some very pertinent questions, but all through it, she never once said that she didn't like it, or that it made her feel threatened, or that it was weird or perverse etc. All her questions were of genuine interest and the need to know more about my fetish. I was starting to feel more and more relaxed as the conversation wore on and, so it seemed did Ida, we had laid back against the wall – I had my arm around her shoulder and she was leaning into me with one leg draped across mine, and her hands slowly running back and forth – somewhat unconsciously – over my nylon-coated legs. We talked about how many other partners had known, or know – whether my family knew about it – my parents, my sister and one of my brothers (who is gay) all knew about the crossdressing – and then up popped the usual questions, "So, are you secretly gay or something? Do you want to be with a man? Is that why you dress as a woman?" She asked. I assured her I wasn't, and that wasn't why I dressed. "So why do you do it then?" she asked. "For all the same reasons you like to wear nice things," I offered. "But it's more than that – when I'm dressed in my male-drab it feels as though something is missing – when I'm dressed enfemme I feel complete and totally at ease. But it's more than just a fetish, it's part of who I am – this isn't something new for me - I've felt this desire since I was about 12 or 13. I've felt drawn to nice feminine things, and needing to look through women's magazines to drool over the latest fashions etc., for a very long time. But not just because I want to look at them, more wondering how those outfits, shoes whatever, would look on me." Then I said to her, "Here's the other side - you've seen me out doing sports, being with the guys, doing all those supposedly 'male' things and you've been seeing a guy right?" Ida nodded and said, "I suppose I can't argue with that – never really can say that I ever thought that you appeared in anyway, not masculine. But then I see this and think about how you've dressed, how you've complimented my outfits or shoes etc., and it starts to make a little more sense. But, because it's all so sudden and new and different, my natural reaction is that you would be Bi or something – and that I couldn't be a part of." "Perfectly understandable," I offered, "And I promise you, there is no feeling of Bi and there is certainly no inclination of being gay – I don't feel any urges in that way at all. But," I added, "how about we stop talking for a while and let me show you how all this affects me and how it can make us both feel?" "Just one other question," she added. "Go ahead," "Do you have a female name for when you're dressed?" she asked. "I do, and it's Georgia," I offered. "Georgia...hmmm...well at least it's a pretty name. I like it actually – it kind of suits you too," she added. Smiling at this, I laid her down beside me and for a long moment made her feel as though she was the only woman on the planet. I didn't allow her to take off any of her clothes – I kept her blouse completely undone, but partly on. I hiked her skirt all the way up around her waist and told her to leave her heels on too. I removed all my male-drab but left all my femme attire on. The only thing I asked her to do, which I did also was to remove our panties and then put our pantyhose back on. I made sure she felt that wonderful sensation when satin & sheer rubs together, and the diaphanous pleasure of running pantyhose over pantyhose, pressing my legs deep up between her legs feeling the moisture starting to seep from her warm pussy. I leant down and lightly bit at her nipples, brushing my hardening nipples against hers, I spent ages finger-fucking her wet pussy through her pantyhose, bringing her close to orgasm many times, but not letting her cum yet. I even knelt up over her chest and leant forward pressing my hardening girliecock against her breasts and lightly pressing it against her mouth – which she willingly opened wide to suck and kiss at me with. Life With Miss Ida Ch. 01 The front of my pantyhose was getting very wet with girliejuice, pre-cum and I could tell Ida was not far from cumming herself. Her little jerks and spasm that were her tell-tale signs that she was very close were becoming more frequent. I slowly opened her legs wide and kneeling between them starting kissing up and down along each sheer leg, it was all Ida could do to stop herself from cumming right there and then. She grabbed at my head and tried pressing my face into her hot cunt, but I told her, "No, not yet – soon, I promise." And with that I went back to kissing and licking her warm, wet pussy. Her girliejuices were literally soaking her pantyhose and I could tell she was almost there so I moved up and leaning down whispered to her, "You're going to cum for me now, and you're going to cum without a finger or my cock inside you." With her eyes were staring intently into mine Ida grabbed my face and gave me a long french kiss, licking all her juices from around my mouth and offered, "Mmmmm....nice, make me cum please?? I really wanna cum so bad!!" And with that I pressed my cum-soaked, pantyhose-covered, throbbing girliecock hard into her hot and hungry mound. Ida lifted her legs up and wrapped them around me, engulfing me in a totally hot and sexy cocoon of sheer pleasure. I pressed into her harder and harder – I could've torn a hole and fucked her royally but that wasn't what this was about – I wanted to show her how erotic all this could be from 'normal' lovemaking. I figured I might as well go for broke and decide to add a little dirty-talk, spice into the mix – we'd used somewhat 'tame' talk in the past but nothing over the top – I decided now might be as good as time as any. I leant down and whispered hoarsely, "C'mon on you little slut, cum for me! Press that wet pussy into me as hard as you can, bitch – make me cum! Cum all over my girliecock you slut!!" It had the desired effect – Ida grabbed at my hips and started jamming her hungry, hot cunt against my throbbing girliecock. And then she said something totally out of character and something that I knew would mean that the hard part was somewhat over... "Fuck me! FUCK ME GEORGIA!!" Hearing her call my name like that made my heart skip more than a few beats and really sent me over the top – it felt sooo right! I quickly rolled off her, lay on my back and pulled her on top of me, getting her to kneel over me, my hard and sore, but very happy girliecock jammed nice and tight up against her soaked, pantyhose-covered cunt. I sat up and pulling her to me, took one of her nipples between my teeth and while nipping at it lightly, I pinched and massaged her other breasts through her satiny camisole. Her orgasm building and building until she couldn't take it any more... "MMMmmmm....OH FUCK!" she cried. "I-I'M GONNA CUM GEORGIA! OH SHIT!! I'M CUMMMINGGGGGG!!! AAAARRRRRGGGGGGNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!!" I didn't need any more encouragement than that and shot load after load all over myself and between her soaking pussy and my load of girliejuices, we managed to wet ourselves everywhere. As we started to come down off our high, I hugged her tightly, and kissed her passionately, as she lightly spasmed and jerked through her mini-orgasms rolling off the back of her main one. "My god!" she whispered, "that was THE most amazing orgasm I think I have ever experienced! The sensation before it all was incredible – where did you learn all of that, and how did you know how I would react?" she asked. "It's not something I learnt or read about my dear, it's just something I know. It feels right when I make a woman feel good. I just think, "What would I like done to me if I was a proper woman, and then I try and provide that pleasure," I answered. "Well you do it very well – I don't think I've ever cum so hard and for so long before either, and when you said those things to me, fuck...that was incredible! I know I might come across to most as a 'good girl' but that just bought out the animal in me – I loved that! Is this something I can look forward to on a regular basis Georgia, or is this something special to try and win me over?" She added. I thought very carefully before I answered her, "Ida, you know how I feel about you, even after these short six months – I love you, that much I've made very clear already – and I do feel as though we have something very special. Up until tonite, you knew almost everything about me, in the same way that I know as much about you as you've cared to tell me – this revelation of mine is a big thing I know, but if I know you, it's something that can become a large part of our life. I want to spend a large part of my life with you Ida and if you can accept me for who I am completely, then I know this is going to last a very long time." And then I added, "I don't want you to answer right away," and looking at my watch and realising how long into the early morning it had gotten I added, "take a day or two to think this all over and then let me know how you feel. I don't want an answer made in the heat of the moment – good or bad – I'd rather you think on it and then we can talk about where this goes next." And then I decided to add the sealer (or what I hoped might be the sealer), "Let me leave you with one last thing – if you accept Georgia into your life, I can promise you that you will not be disappointed. As Georgia and as my male-self, I am in the relationship not just for love and a long-term partner, but I'm there for you – to serve you, to please you and to pleasure you – whatever you desire. However, there can never be any pain – some slight humiliation is okay – but never any physical pain, not that I think you could conceivably be like that anyway. I would be there at your every command, whatever you order I shall undertake - give the constrictions that living in another persona would allow – and I shall endeavour at all times to obey you." I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up as best I could, without soap and a towel. I took off my pantyhose, rinsed them under the tap and left them placed neatly over the edge of her bath. I dressed myself and went into to say good night to Ida – she was sitting there rather quiet and, I assumed, somewhat reflective on all that I'd just said, when she looked up at me and said, "I will think about everything you said, and everything you offered, but just let me say this, I totally enjoyed tonight and how it turned out. Strangely, I'm not turned off by your fetish, nor for that matter the effect it had on me – that part I haven't figured out yet, and not sure if I will." "Anyway," she went on, "let me sleep on it and I'll call you tomorrow – in fact, I'd like to come over to your place tomorrow night to see for myself, because something tells me it's probably more than just hose and the odd bit of lingerie that you enjoy," she added mischievously. I told her that that wouldn't be a problem and that we'd talk about it further when she came over. On the topic of the effect it had on her, I said to Ida, "about the effect it had on you, let me just leave you with this one other thought then –think back to that moment when you had that little lezzo fling with your girlfriend in high school – try and remember what that felt like and more importantly, why it felt the way it did." And with that I left her to herself to clean up and lock up. I drove home in complete silence, playing over everything that was said, and what had happened and for the life of me I couldn't think of one thing said, or done, that was derogatory, negative or bad in any way. I may have just sealed this partnership in the best way possible. Tomorrow night would tell... Life With Miss Ida Ch. 02 When I woke the next day, Saturday – late as it was due to the long evening earlier – I started playing everything over in my mind again and kept coming up with the same result – there was nothing that suggested to me that Ida would not welcome Georgia into this relationship – she never once turned me off, nor seemed turned off by how I was dressed. She didn't come up with excuses like, "how do we fit this in with friends?" Or, "there could be complications" etc., etc., it all felt rather positive I had to admit. I started my day with a nice bath and made sure I was completely hair-free and that my skin was as smooth as it could be – lotion really is a 'girl's' best friend you know. I took in some exercise and made sure that the day's diet didn't affect my figure in any negative way – it has become a daily routine to include exercise and a stable diet to keep my figure as lithe and trim as possible. I knew Ida was going to want to see everything that made Georgia and who I was totally, so I made sure to get everything out of hiding and let her see as much of who I was as possible. I admit to being just a little excited thinking that she might just want to see me model a few things – little tingles emanated from within my panties and pantyhose as I got things ready. I had told my flatmate all that had happened the nite before and asked if she would mind being out for a good while as I really did want it to be just about Ida and I and she was more than accommodating, but added that she wanted to know all the naughty details the next day. It was getting to be mid-afternoon and I'd already done the shopping for a nice meal, there was wine at home so that was sorted and I was beginning to wonder how Ida saw this night unfolding – should I greet her completely enfemme or wait until she arrived and let the night take us where it flowed. I decide to call her and talk about it to see what she expected. "Hi honey!" she said, "Glad you called, in fact I was just about to call you...I've been thinking about tonight. Why don't we do a full-on dress-up, candlelight dinner thing? I have this new cocktail dress I've been dying to wear and the right occasion really hasn't come up and, after last night's revelations I thought, what better time to wear it than a night out with Georgia. What do you think?" "You want me to go out with you dressed as Georgia?!!?" I asked rather taken aback. "No silly," she laughed, "As Georgia, at home at your place." I really want to see how you do when presented with the opportunity. If I know you, I bet you can pull it off to a certain degree. It'll be like two girl friends on a dinner date. What do you say? Are you up for it?" She added. "Up for it?" I thought...who does she think she's talking to?!? Of course I wanted to do this. So rather than appear too excited about it all, I said, "I won't disappoint you – see you at 6, and don't be late – you know how a 'woman' hates to be kept waiting." I added. Ida chuckled and then whispered, "See you tonight Georgia!" The rest of the afternoon virtually flew by as I started going thru my things trying to decide what to wear. If I know Ida, her cocktail dress would be red – her Italian, olive skin looks so sexy against red and she knows it too. So I decided I would go for a basic black. I have a lovely black, jersey dress that is very demure in that the sleeves are to mid-forearm with little fold-back, white cuffs on them. The neckline is a v-line which has a shirt-style collar, also in white. It's fitted to the waist and then hangs in a very loose, lightly pleated A-line to about mid-thigh. It is perfect for a classy, but not too ostentatious evening as this would be. Plus the feel of the material to the touch is very soft and very feminine. To the dress I added a pair of black suede sling-backs, with a 3" heel, the toe slightly rounded but still pointy. Normally I like to wear control-top pantyhose when I'm enfemme as I love the controlling sensation of being held in all that lycra and nylon, but tonight I chose a very sheer-to-waist pair of Kolotex Voodoos, in midnight black. After slipping them on and tucking everything away, I slipped into my black Spanx bodysuit with the snap-crotch, to which I added a pair of breast forms – these have to be the best product on the market for allowing a girl the figure she deserves – expensive, but boy, do they feel good on! I took my curling wand and made sure my hair had just the right amount of curl and wave (I have always kept my hair long, ever since I had these inklings that something was different about me than others and I'm so glad I made that decision –to date I enjoy shoulder length hair that has a lovely natural wave to it – no ugly wigs). Using a curling iron I usually manage to get a really nice amount of 'bounce' in my hair. After making sure my make-up was not too overstated, I slipped into my dress and slipped on my heels. I took a moment to do a little twirl in front of the mirror and then stood there for a moment trying to come to grips with how the evening was going to pan out. I always believe I look passable – but unless someone actually tells you, especially a woman, no matter how long a CD has been dressing or attempting to pass as a female, they always think that someone would see right through them. Tonight would be that telling moment with Ida as to how believable I can actually be. I knew deep down that if she really does love me, I won't have to do much convincing but one always looks for encouragement and acceptance – especially when it involves something removed from reality or normalcy as we expect it to be. My heart was pounding so hard and fast I thought I was going to pass out, but I steadied my nerves and headed to the kitchen – I needed a drink! After a glass of champagne and some relaxation with my favourite jazz music, I was feeling a little better, until the knock on the door. Ida has a key and I just assumed she would let herself in – the fact that someone knocked had me thinking one of my family or a friend had dropped round. I nearly panicked, but managed to tip-toe to the door and looking through the security peephole spotted Ida waiting patiently for me to open the door. I steeled my nerves and opening the door, offered, "Good evening my dear, please come in." Ida just stood there, staring...the moments ticked by and it felt like forever, plus I felt a little exposed standing in the doorway of my apartment, mere inches away from a rather busy corridor to other apartments. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally entered – at least she was smiling – but I couldn't tell yet whether it was a smile of like or a smile of mirth at what I looked like. Ida is only short as I mentioned earlier – about five two – and in her heels tonite she added at least 4" to that, which was nice however, my heels put me at over six foot and I must have looked like an amazon standing there, feeling as though I was towering over her. I closed the door and took her coat – I was right, she was in a lovely red dress – very fitted to her petite figure – it was sleeveless but with a halter-style that ended up as a choker-style of neckline which buttoned up at the back. Like mine, her dress was to mid-thigh and hung very softly around her thighs in a slight A-line. Her legs were encased in very sexy, slightly shiny, dark-tan pantyhose and her feet nestled snugly in cum-fuck-me red pumps. She had pulled her hair back up in a lovely bun and was complete in pearls – necklace and earrings. But what was killing me was the simple fact that she had still not spoken however, her eyes never once left me or my outfit. She grabbed my hand and led me into the middle of the lounge-room. She sat down and said, "Would you mind getting me a drink please?" And, being slightly confused, I headed off to get her a glass of champagne. As I left the room, I could feel her eyes on me, taking it all in and wondering just what the hell she was thinking. When I got back, I went to sit beside her and she said, "No. Stand there for a moment please." Which I did – then she said, "Turn around, on the spot, slowly." Once again, I did as asked making sure to be as slow as possible. All the time thinking, "Well she hasn't screamed and made for the hills, or offered any derogatory comments, so it must be okay so far," then Ida interrupted my thoughts and said, "That's enough Georgia, thank you. Sit here beside me will you?" I did as asked and demurely brushed my hem under my legs as I sat down waiting for her to speak next. The femme part of me wanted to shout out, "SO?? What do you think?!?" But I knew better than to interrupt her when she was like this – I've seen it before and you do not interrupt an Italian woman when they are making a decision that will have far-reaching effects, especially when it comes to relationships. They can be quite fiery. Ida took another sip of champagne, put down her glass and positioned herself to face me. She took one of my hands in hers and said, "Georgia, I'll be honest and say that I was expecting no more than a 'guy in a dress'. I know you well enough to know that you like fashion and that you dress impeccably as a man. I also know that your attention to detail is very finite – that's evident in your graphic artwork and sketches that you do – but I had no idea that you could pull of presenting yourself as a woman as amazingly as you have!" I don't think I really heard everything Ida was saying as clearly as I should have been, all I remember is feeling the tears well up in my eyes and my heart beating so loud and hard that I thought it was going to burst! Ida went on to say, "I wasn't really sure what to expect because I just didn't know how far into wanting to dress as woman, you really are. I'll be honest," she chuckled, "I was expecting some slutty, hooker style outfit – all tight-fitting and ridiculous heels and trashy make-up etc., but this...this dress is gorgeous! And, you wear it very, very well too." She added. I think I muttered a "thank you" of sorts as Ida kept on talking – really, at that point, I was kinda glad she was talking because I don't think I could've found my voice if I'd wanted to! She went on to explain how, last nite after she had got home, she jumped on the net and started looking up as much information as she could about cross-dressing, which led her onto some TG and shemale sites – all of which she found a little too much – but she said she ended up shutting down the pc after about an hour or so of reading and finding out just how prevalent my predilection for women's attire is. When she woke later this morning, she said, she went back online again this time looking specifically for pictures of cross-dressers. From what I could tell, she must have got quite the education because she mentioned a few things that I know I've seen – and quiet enjoy, although that's for much later on should things go well – and she offered her thoughts on it all. By this time, I had managed to calm down and we had a very intense discussion about the prevalence of just 'guys in drag' or guys who are just into hosiery or lingerie for example, and love posting their pics of unshaven, unfit bodies jammed into women's attire – each to their own of course, but not what I go for. Nor, for that matter, did any of that turn Ida on – in fact, it turned her off because, as she stated, "they really didn't appear as though they were in it for anything other than lust." On that I did agree, there seems to be a lot of people out there who use an item or items, or fetish or desire simply for pleasure and nothing else – nothing wrong with that at all – just not how I look at why I do what I do, or why I want to be Georgia. I want to be Georgia, and be Georgia with another woman, because it completes who I am; a servant to my partner for the simple joy and pleasure of pleasing another woman, or should the moment take me, women. As we talked, we moved into the kitchen so I could get dinner under way and all the time that I worked in preparing the meal, Ida pulled herself up and sat on the kitchen bench and crossed her legs, her pantyhose shimmering in the light and her heels looking devishly sexy at the ends of her crossed legs. I stopped and turned to her saying, "in all the excitement and revelation, I haven't commented on your dress and how stunning you look!" I offered. Ida smiled and said, "Not wanting to inflate my own ego but, I know, it does look good doesn't it. I knew the moment I saw it in the store that I just had to have it. I love how it fits so nicely up top and then just hangs so softly around my hips and legs." All the time she was saying this, she was flipping the hem of her dress up and letting it fall against her sheer legs – I was mesmerized by the glimpses of hosed thigh I was getting each time she did it, and I think she knew because she looked up at me with a sly grin and said, "You're enjoying this aren't you my dear?" "Of course I am! Look at you," I said, "You look absolutely stunning sitting there in a dress and heels I would so love to wear myself! How could I not enjoy it?" I added. And then Ida took the dish cloth from my hand, opened her legs wide and pulled me to her. In my heels, my girliemound was almost the perfect height to rest nicely against her crotch. She wrapped her arms around me and planted a long, wet french-kiss on me that took my breath away, while her sheer legs wrapped around me, pulling me in tight against her. Pulling back slightly Ida said, "Let's not worry about dinner – I'm sure we can put it all in the fridge and have it sometime later – right now the only thing I'm hungry for is what's hiding under that sexy dress of yours!" She said as she reached down under my dress and ran her hand up between my thighs. I was so hard already, and she could feel it too, although, it did feel a little strange to her. Pushing me back she hopped off the bench and said, "Would you lift your dress please Georgia?" I thought she might be a little upset or something, but I slowly did as asked and Ida crouched down to inspect what was going on. With me standing there like a naughty schoolgirl, Ida was intently feeling and pressing her fingers and hands all over my crotch and up between my legs. She could feel that I was hard, but my girliecock wasn't straight up in front under my bodysuit and pantyhose. She stood back up and asked, "Are you all tucked up between your legs?" I nodded in reply and offered, "It doesn't seem very feminine or lady-like to have a large bulge showing under women's clothes. And besides, to be honest, I like how this feels, it feels kind of like being tied up in a way, of being......subservient?" I added. Ida thought for a bit and then ordered, "Georgia, put everything away in the kitchen that might go bad. Clean up and then bring the bottle of champagne and two glasses into the bedroom please. I need to use the bathroom and then I'll be waiting – and you don't want to keep a woman waiting do you? Especially a real woman?" she added with a chuckle. I busied myself in the kitchen putting everything away, getting the champagne and glasses, and after hearing her head into the bedroom, I walked in to see her lying on the bed, the hem of her dress having ridden up her sexy thighs just enough to see her lingerie underneath – what appeared to be either white lacy panties or the bottom part of a nice bodysuit – it looked like I might find out what it was sooner rather than later though! I poured us two more glasses and sat down beside her to see what would happen next. I didn't want to make the first move as this was all about how Ida would react to Georgia and how Ida wanted it all to happen. Ida's hand moved to my thighs and she started running it along them, cheekily sliding them under the hem of my dress causing it to hitch up further and further each time. She had me sit as close as I could so she could reach up even further, sliding her hand in between my legs teasing me with every single stroke. I tried to appear as nonchalant as I possibly could but I knew it wasn't working – Ida could see right through me. She looked at me and said, "This is really turning you on isn't it?" I simply nodded and offered a very meek, "Yes, it is." "Well, if it makes you feel any better, it's turning me on too. I'm so hot and wet for you right now, I want to fuck you more than anything, but!...I want to talk about what you said to me just before you left last nite. About last nite and remembering my little lesbian fling I had at school, and how it made me feel and what it felt like," she added. She went on to say... "I had heard about lesbians and gays but never thought anything about it because frankly, it never entered my world. Until that one night with my girlfriend Jessie, we had dolled ourselves up for the end of camp dance because the Boy's School was coming over from their camp to join the party. Well, we ended up dancing together most of the nite because the Boys were either all dicks, or too macho to attempt to ask us. Jessie and I headed back to our cabin after all the fun was over and then Jessie pulled a small bottle of Baileys from her bag! She had pinched it from her parent's cabinet thinking she might get lucky and drink it with a guy. As that hadn't happened we decided we might as well drink it ourselves." "Before we knew it, we were pretty buzzed and sitting on one bed telling stories about guys we liked and how other girls dressed and looked – you know, all the typical stuff girls talk about when they're on their own." Actually I didn't know, but would love to, I thought! Anyway, not wanting to stop Ida, I let her go on... "So there we were, on the one bed, both still in our "Sunday best" – we had on skirts and blouses and our tan school pantyhose with black school shoes – you know, the Mary-Jane ones," she said. "Know them, I love them!" I told her. "I bet you do, and I bet you have a pair, but anyway, you can show me later," she said, "but first let me finish, because this is important. Where was I? Oh yeah, on the bed..." I think the champagne was kicking in, Ida was starting to slur a little and she is always cute when she's like this, so I let her go on... "Jessie was saying something about one of the girls at school and how cute she looked on one of the 'plain-clothes' days we had. It was a new girl and she'd only been at the school for a few months but she always seemed a bit aloof and a little more 'worldly' than all of us. But for some reason she had made an impression on Jessie and she wanted to tell me all about it. She really liked the skirt and boots that this girl was wearing along with her rather tight sweater. And as she was telling me all this she had moved a little closer and I noticed her leg had started pressing against mine." "We were always close and had dressed in front of each other before and after gym on many occasions, so I thought nothing of it, until she told me she thought I looked cute that night too. I thanked her and continued on with the conversation, but Jessie stopped me and said, "No Ida, you don't realise it, but you really are cute. You're funny, smart and that body of yours is so petite! You should hear the other girls and their envy of how your figure is so trim." "I'm sure I started to blush with all that attention but Jessie didn't notice because we only had our small bedside light on. And just then Jessie placed her hand on my thigh and asked me, "Have you ever kissed another girl before Ida?" Life With Miss Ida Ch. 02 "I didn't know what to say, so I just laughed nervously and said, "No! Of course not! Gross!" But Jessie was persistence and said, "What's so gross about kissing another girl? Girls are pretty and beautiful. What could possibly be wrong with one pretty girl kissing another pretty girl – to me that's beautiful?" "And then she went on to say, 'now a guy kissing another guy – that's gross!' But two girls, I think that's so hot!" she added. I just sat there and all the time that her hand was on my thigh, I made no attempt to move her hand away or even for that matter, move away from her. Part of me was curious I had to admit. And that part of me that was curious, was actually getting a little moist with what she was saying. So I asked her, "Have you ever kissed another girl Jess?" She simply smiled and said, "Plenty of times!" I was astounded, "When?!?" I practically yelled, "And with who?" I added because secretly I wanted to hear her tell all. "Well you know that new girl?" she said, "She and I had a real heavy session in the locker rooms after gym last week. She really knows how to kiss! Man, her tongue was halfway down my throat before I knew it. And you know the best part? She made me cum a little just by kissing me!" "I remember being flabbergasted at my best friend telling me this as I had never suspected that she was this way inclined at all – plus I'd never heard that kind of language from a friend before either. I asked her a few more questions and she let on that she felt she was probably bi – from all that she had read – because she definitely liked being with guys too, but for some reason women turned her on something fierce." "I also remember asking her why she had never come onto me, or attempted to entice me in some way. She said that the right moment hadn't come up and besides she thought of me as too close a friend to want to ruin it with a friendship – if it was at all possible of happening anyway." But then she stopped and said, "So, now you know my dirty little secret, let's hear one of yours." "I didn't know what to say and told her I didn't have any. "Rubbish!" she said, "everybody has at least one thing they'd like to try or that makes them feel different or excited or turned on – and I'm not talking about in life here", she said. "I'm talking about when it comes to sex. So let's hear it, what turns you on Ida?" "I thought about it for a long while and then openly admitted to her that I wasn't technically a virgin before I had sex for the first time. When she asked me what I meant I said that I had bought myself a vibrator from a store when I was on holiday, out of state, once. And I told her about how that vibrator became my 'best friend' for the entire time I was on holidays and for some time after that too. I used to keep it hidden well away in my bedroom – god! If my mother had found that! An Italian girl, not married with one of those things, she would have killed me!" I told her. It was becoming very clear that there was more to Ida than I thought I knew and, I liked what I was hearing. I won't say that I had thought she was a prude just that I didn't think she would have been as open and adventurous as she was now admitting. And the nice thing about this moment was that her hand had not stopped moving under my dress and had slid all the way up between my legs and was massaging me very nicely, creating a lot of excitement and I know I was seeping girliejuices all over my pantyhose and bodysuit – I could feel it getting wetter and wetter under there. Also, I had long ago placed my hand on Ida's legs as she lay back against the bedhead, her legs crossed and shining nicely in the soft light. I had worked my hand up under her dress and was massaging and pressing into her warm crotch as she was telling me her story. She kept opening and closing her legs as the story unfolded. "I also told her that while I love being with guys, there was a part of me, like a lot girls I suppose, that wondered just what it did feel like to kiss another woman. I'd seen plenty of lesbian scenes and suggested lesbian moments in movies and on TV – enough to peak an interest, but like most people, had never had the opportunity to experience it, nor probably even want to. But here, right in front of me, somewhat willingly by the sounds of it, was someone who could quite possibly; help me with that first hand." "I knew it!!" Jessie exclaimed, "See, I believe that inside every woman or man there's a little voice that keeps asking that question every now and then, 'I wonder what it would be like?' But then that voice would wander off again." Ida stopped at that point and looked up at me rather dreamily and said, "You want to hear what happened next?" "Of course I want to hear," I said. Ida chuckled and just said, "I know you do...I was just teasing!" "Bitch," I thought, but it was nice being teased a little. Ida went on... "At that point Jess knelt and turned me toward her so I was kneeling directly in front of her. Our legs were side-by-side so that my knee was nestled snugly up against her crotch and hers, up against mine. Our short skirts had ridden up and the feeling of our tights rubbing together like that, along with the heat that I could feel coming from her pussy was making everything rather intense. And I can see how you like the feel of pantyhose rubbing together," she said, "it really does feel nice." "Go on," I encouraged her... "So Jessie is kneeling there, the light is low, our legs are pressed tightly together and her hands are resting on my thighs as mine are on hers. She looks at me and asks, "would you like to kiss me?" "I'm not sure," I say. "I'm not sure how I feel about all this, but I will admit to being just a little excited," I offer. "Jessie then whispered to me to relax and close my eyes, then she leant forward and before I knew it, I felt her give me a very small peck on the cheek. I didn't dare open my eyes, and then I felt her kiss me lightly on the lips. My mouth was closed so it wasn't anything hot or heavy, but her scent and the slight taste from her lipstick really did feel nice and quite luscious." When I look back on that night, it was most definitely a combination of the alcohol, all the talk before that moment leading up to it and the fact that we were both young and wanting to know. "Next thing I knew, we had started open-mouth kissing each other, and it got hot and heavy very quickly! We didn't touch any skin on each other but our tongues probed and searched each other's mouths hungrily, our hands were up between each other's legs pressing and massaging against our very horny pussies and grabbing at our each other's breasts as much as we could." "I know I came that night, although I didn't tell Jess that I did, but I think she knew, she was certainly a little more adventurous than me and I think she went very close to cumming also." This was turning out to be a lot more than just a "little lezzo thing at high school" that Ida had mentioned before – this was a very hot moment, and one that was turning me on over and over and over! "After we had both settled down and collected ourselves a little, we lay back on the bed cuddling each other, which was very nice, and then we drifted off to sleep. I woke early in the morning noticing that we had drifted to opposite sides of the bed and as Jessie was still asleep, I crept out of her bed, got undressed and slipped into my own." "So, what happened the when you both woke again that morning?" I asked.   "Nothing – that was the really weird part – Jessie was my usual best friend but she never mentioned it that day and neither did I. In fact, she never mentioned it again – ever! And no opportunity presented itself for a repeated performance, nor did she ever intimate that she wanted to try anything like that again. I mean we had plenty of times when we either stayed over at each other's place, or went on holidays a few times and even shared a hotel room. It was like it was all a dream. I have to admit, I was beginning to wonder whether it happened or not! But it did, I know it did." "WOW!" was all I could think to say. "Wow is right. It will always be a vivid memory for me, and one that I cherish as she was a lovely friend – we've gone in different directions now, but I will always have her to thank for allowing me to see another side of people and preferences." "So, when you asked me last night to remember how it all felt and what it made me feel, I remember exactly what it was that I enjoyed about it - it's the one thing that I've been looking for in a partner up to the moment I met you – the touch of one who understands that it's not just about having a dick and needing to stick it somewhere. And by that I mean most men I've dated have all wanted one thing, to get their rocks off and expect that it would be on tap for them whenever they felt like it. Maybe I was looking for a strong man to lead me around, but all I've been able to find are idiots who think with their dicks." "Don't get me wrong, I want to be with a man – but a man who knows what a woman needs, and knows how to make that woman feel like a woman – and after last night's little bit of fun, and being here with you now talking about all this, Jessie made me feel like a woman – she knew the right places to kiss, to touch and how hard or soft to do it – all because as a woman herself, she wanted to feel that also." "And if I'm being honest here, I believe now that I saw those feminine qualities in you long before you showed them to me. Those moments when you wore my stockings, while it was different, it was definitely nice. I think I saw in you the female type that I was looking forward, but all in the body of a guy. How nice to find out now that I can have both," she finished with. And, with my hand resting snugly in her crotch and hers in mine, I asked, "And do you truly, one hundred percent want both?" "Yes Georgia I do. I want you in my house, in my life, and in my closet! I want to see your finery sitting there in my dresser alongside my own. I want to open my closet and see your heels sitting neatly beside mine. I want to know that my Georgia is there for me at any time, for anything, that I want her to be – to let me be all the woman I want to be, at any time I desire. Is that what you truly want one hundred percent?" "Yes Ida, I do!" I answered with the biggest smile I could offer. "Good, glad to hear that – because there is one small thing we need to get straight right from the outset," said Ida. "My name – while it most definitely is Ida – from hereon in you will refer to me as 'Miss' or 'Mistress Ida', depending on the situation, do I make myself clear?" "Ummmm..." "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" Ida yelled, interrupting my stumbling response. "A-Absolutely M-Miss – sorry, but you took me by surprise with that comment just now. May I be permitted as to ask why you say this?" "Yes you may my dear – you see, while I was doing all my research on cross-dressers, transgender types, tgirls etc., I came across another group of males called, strangely enough 'Traps' – young men or young boys who love to dress as girls or young women – and I must admit, some of them were very convincing and good looking. I can see why they would call themselves Traps – get caught with one of the really pretty ones not knowing you're not with a girl and it could be embarrassing!" "But I digress – as I did more and more research last nite and this morning, I found some pretty interesting information on these Traps, some of who like to be known as 'Sissies'. Which then led me to finding out about 'Sissies' and 'Sissy-Boys' and what turns them on etc. My dear, I can tell you, I spent a really fun few hours on the internet between last nite and this morning, getting very wet and horny realizing that a woman can wield a LOT of power with the lure of the pussy!" The whole time Ida is telling me all this, her hand never left my legs or my crotch – my girliecock was hard and throbbing, just begging to be stroked to orgasm or be sucked and allowed to shoot it's girliejuices everywhere. Ida had no idea what we was doing to me! I don't know about other 'girls' but there is definitely two sides to my Georgia – one that would love to dominate another woman given the right circumstances, and have her pleasure me in any way I could dream up. And then there's the more predominant side which is the feminine 'sissy' side most definitely - Ida had just found my button! Ida's hand stopped and withdrew from my legs and in a rather stern voice asked, "Is this you Georgia? Are you the kind of Tgirl or cross-dresser who likes to be called a 'Sissy'? Because if you are, I need to know these things up front – I need to know everything about you going into this. Because let's face it, it's not your everyday, usual 'boy-girl' relationship is it? And if so, what kind of Sissy are you? A pretty, pink, frilly Sissy? A "spank me because I've been bad" Sissy? Or maybe you like to be humiliated in front of others – that kind of Sissy hmmm? Tell me, which kind are you Georgia?" "Fuck" I thought, "another make-or-break moment – well, I did choose to 'show and tell' didn't I." I thought for a short moment and offered, "Miss, if I may, I choose to answer like this - the label I place on myself is 'Trans-Lesbian', one who crosses genders - hence the 'trans' and one who loves women – hence the 'lesbian'. Having said that, let me be completely honest and say that there are many sides to the persona of Georgia; the majority of the time I prefer to dress may age, or slightly younger so as to be appropriate and as womanly as I can be." "There is slutty Georgia who loves to be in a tight miniskirt, satin blouse, heels and trashy make-up for just the right occasion – and, if asked or ordered, can be a total whore. There is also a dominant side to Georgia as well and if so tasked I could be the one issuing the orders and directing where the evening may go. And finally there is most definitely Sissy Georgia – she loves all things pink, all things girly, all things pretty and nice – pretty lace panties under very sheer tan pantyhose, teamed with white ankle socks and pretty heels, in a lovely soft summer dress or short skirt anda pretty blouse." "Sissy Georgia might love being told to sit beside Mistress and do nothing but brush her hair, while being dressing in nothing but dance-style tights and leotard with white socks, tending to Mistress' every whim and need. And maybe after she's finished brushing Mistress' hair she is ordered to kneel between her legs and very slowly bring Mistress to orgasm simply by finger-fucking her through her sheer pantyhose as Mistress watches a movie." While I was explaining all this I noticed Ida had slowly pulled the hem of her dress up high enough to display a very sexy white lace bodysuit, and was now rubbing her fingers down between her legs and pressing them against her cunt. I decided to continue in as sexy a mode as I could think up "You see Miss, I as Sissy Georgia, exists more so than any other persona within me because it is her duty to be there for you than any other reason I exist. As Georgia I know that I don't have a large girliecock – I have a nice one, it's smooth and nicely shaven and a good shape etc., but it has never been of a size that has impressed the ladies – that's why I call it a girliecock. I also know that if you so choose, I may never get to fuck you with it again," I offered. "Why do you say that?" Ida asked "Because my girliecock is simply not worthy of your beautiful cunt Miss that's why – oh, and get used to me calling it that too – most like to call it a pussy or some other cute name but honestly, for a total turn on, the 'cunt' really does it for me. All Ida did here was just rub herself harder and hard as I was saying this! I don't presume that just because we make love or that we get to the point of having sex, that I will be lucky enough to end up fucking you, I would never do that. You must recall during all those times we've had sex, I'd not always been in a rush to actually fuck, I was always more interested in making you cum. And you must have noticed that on some occasions, I didn't cum at all, did you not? "Now that you mention it," she said, "I do remember it like that. So those times were all for me? You didn't want to fuck me?" She added. "Oh God Miss! Of course I wanted to fuck you! More than you know...but the beauty of who I am is that I can derive great pleasure simply by giving it as opposed to receiving it. As Georgia and especially as Sissy Georgia, I can tell myself that this is all for you, and my passion, my desire, my lust becomes yours and that helps me to help you reach orgasmic heights that only you deserve and couldn't get to on your own. If I happen to cum in my panties or pantyhose along the way, then I am more than grateful if and when that happens." Ida's hands had not stopped in between her legs the whole time I was talking and she was beginning to squeeze her legs together as she pressed her fingers harder and harder against her lacey mound. "WOW! Just your talking is turning me on, you've no idea how wet I am right now," she said. "Oh, I reckon I have a pretty good idea," I offered, and leaning forward, I placed my hand on top of hers and said, "let me show you." I stared straight into her eyes and never taking my hand from hers I started rubbing it back and forth across her mound – I could feel the wetness seeping through her pantyhose and through her bodysuit – mind you, the sheerness of her pantyhose and the lace of her bodysuit wasn't really going to stop too much moisture! I moved up and knelt between her legs making sure that my dress rode high up my thighs revealing all of my sheer, smooth pantyhosed legs as well. I gently lifted one leg and then the other, placing them high and wide as Ida got comfortable against the pillows, her red heels strikingly contrasted against my white sheets and her dark pantyhose. With one hand holding hers against her mound, rubbing and pressing, I started to slowly caress each leg from just beside her nyloned cunt, all the way down to the arch of her foot where it disappeared into her shoe. I kept this going, back and forth – back and forth, and each time I got close to her cunt, Ida would gasp a little and press towards me. I knew I was convincing her. I slid down onto my stomach and inched up closer with my face only about a foot away from her crotch. I could smell the musky sweetness of her cunt, and I could see her pantyhose and bodysuit getting soaked as the girliejuices literally poured from her wet cunt – she must have been sooo wet in there! But I wasn't about to tear any holes and fingerfuck her. This had to be done a certain way. "Does Mistress like how Sissy is paying attention to her?" I asked "Yes Georgia, it feels lovely. Please make me cum soon!" She begged. As I started to talk to her, I unsnapped the crotch of her bodysuit and taking her fingers in mine, started to fingerfuck her with her own fingers. "Not just yet Miss, we have plenty of time for that," I said. I decided to talk her into an orgasm, "As you ever obedient Sissy, this is for you – do you have any idea how sexy you are when you dress? Always in a skirt, blouse, slip, camisole, pantyhose and heels – always with impeccable makeup and hair just right. Any sissy like me would love to be all over you! As a sissy, there is nothing more sexy than to be able to run my hand up your skirt and feel it slide between a silky, mini-slip and sheer pantyhose. And when I get to unbutton your blouse and see your sexy, satin camis with the lacey edges, I just want to kiss and suck your nipples straight through the material feeling it slide all over your hard nipples as you gasp and moan beneath my lips." Life With Miss Ida Ch. 02 Ida was trying to place her hand on top of mine and have me fingerfuck her, but I kept swapping her hand back and making her finger herself. Her legs were opening and closing and her eyes were glued shut the whole time. "Feel that Miss, feel that wet sheer material, full of girliejuices...push your fingers in as deep as they can go...that's right...further...further. Oh wowww! God that looks sexy! Show Sissy what a real woman can do with her fingers...show me what a cunt is supposed to be used for...that's it fuck it! Fuck it really hard!" As Ida pushed and pushed, her fingers ripped a hole in the sheer material and her fingers started to slide in deeper and deeper. I still held my hand over hers and I wanted her to know that I was there for her...I wanted her to be really sure that she knew that I was guiding her to her orgasm and it wasn't just me fucking her. "Who's the Mistress? Who's in charge? Who has the hot, wet, sexy cunt that needs fucking!!" Who's the sexy bitch in the fuck-me dress and fuck-me pumps that needs to cum right now?!!?" I started yelling. "ME! OH FUCK! ME GEORGIA!! FUCK ME PLEASE!?! FUCK MEEE!!!!" Ida screamed. "No Miss, show your little pantyhose-sissy how it should be done, fuck that wet cunt, jam those fingers in! Jam them hard! HARDER! THAT'S IT! Further...show me Miss, show me how to make you cum!!" I urged. OH FUCK! SHIT...SISSEEE! I-I'M CUMMING!! OH FFFUUCCKKK!!! YES! YESSS!!Y-YESSSSS!!!! FUUUUUUUCCKKK!!! AAARRRGGNNNNHHH!!!!!" Ida screamed, as she jammed almost her whole hand into her cunt as far as she could, almost doubling over trying to get it all the way up inside her. By this stage I had stopped helping and just lay there and watched intently as she jerked and spasmed through an incredible orgasm which sent gushes of girliejuice all over her hands. As she started to calm down and slowly pulled her hand from her soaking cunt she let a wave of cum flow from herself which I tried to catch as much of in my hands as possible. Kneeling up in front of her I said, "Miss, this is what your Sissy thinks of your girliejuices," and I licked and sucked all of it from my hands as best I could. Then I leaned forward and French-kissed her, running my tongue deep inside her mouth, letting her taste her sweet, sticky self. I decided to keep the mood going a little longer because I wanted to keep her on this high for bit more and offered, "Thank you Miss...thank you for letting me watch and learn the best way to make you cum. Thank you for letting me taste you and share that with you. Thank you for letting me be the special sissy that helped you to that incredible orgasm and, I hope I can be there to help you to so many more." As Ida's hands slowly rubbed herself down from her orgasm, jerking with little gasps here and there, she asked, "Did you come Georgia?" "No Miss, but I did leak a lot of pre-cum during the whole show, but it was most enjoyable just watching you enjoy yourself. I could watch you fingerfuck yourself for hours. You have a very pretty cunt, especially when it's all wrapped up in sexy pantyhose," I added. "Thank you Georgia, maybe a bit later" but for now, I really would like to make you cum; I really do think you have deserved that. Between last nite and just now...even though you talk about being there just for me, there will be times when I need to be there for you too...and this is one of those times! Now how about you tell Mistress exactly what it is you'd like me to do for you!" "Well Miss," I said, "there are a few things I've seen pictures of women doing together and some have really turned me on – can I ask maybe we could try one or two of them?" Miss Ida just smiled and said, "My dear little Sissy, we have All. NIGHT. LONG!..."