4 comments/ 35439 views/ 5 favorites Peta's Valentines Day Weekend By: clarepanties Day 1 of Valentine's Day Weekend Peter Longbury was an investment banker in the City. When taken into overall balance, life had been pretty good to him. He was successful in his specialist area of micro-derivatives; this allowed his clients to make risk transactions with smaller amounts of money and increasing complex sophistication in their structure, the success being driven by the small fees involved. The market had really taken to his products and he had benefitted by substantial income and bonuses coming his way. He had even gained notoriety in the City for his advertising line that his bank had passed onto their advertising agency, "If you can think of it, you can finance it." Peter enjoyed a good, and some would say, a luxurious life. He had an apartment in London and a nice Surrey country house. He had a Porsche Cayenne Turbo as well as a couple of old MGBs; he was member of a prestigious golf club and he enjoyed cooking and wine. His job and wealth meant that he could travel and sample the best restaurants; he had gradually found that his preference was for small boutique inns, especially for down-time. He could enjoy the amenities, the food and there were often well-heeled and educated locals at the bar with whom he could strike up a conversation. Peter finished up his work early on this Friday afternoon. He had enjoyed a client lunch and then gone back to the office to ensure that his risk portfolio was being balance by his team before sending out a number of minor e-mails. He was free by 3.30pm and was able to 'escape' with out any last minute Friday panics from others that so often seemed to delay his weekend getaways. With a sense of relief, he put on his blue Crombie coat and managed to get out of the main doors to quickly hail down a taxi to take him to Waterloo Station. In the back of the black cab, he let out a long sigh of pleasure and thought about the weekend ahead. It was Valentine's Day weekend and his family, unfortunately, were away for it; his eldest girl was now at University studying Geography and Marine Coastal Management and the youngest on her 'gap year,' working on a volunteer programme in Chile so that she could really learn Spanish. Therefore, Peter had the weekend to himself and could indulge himself in his other passion. He had thought he would spend the weekend away and be pampered on with some good food and wine, so he had made a reservation at one of his favourite places. The cab quickly sped him to Waterloo; he paid up, leaving a generous tip, and headed for his train. Having bought a coffee-to-go at Costa's, he settled down in first class. The train moved out, off the platform, and picked up speed on its way to Clapham Junction and then direct to Guildford where he had left his car for a quick get-away. The carriage was peaceful and far from full; it wasn't rush-hour yet. His mind soon wandered to the arrangements for the weekend. Was there anything that he needed to get in Guildford before he set off? The train pulled into Guildford and Peter soon found his car. Within ten minutes, he was onto the A3, heading up the first part of the Hog's Back and towards the South Coast. The 525hp engine was purring and it was an easy drive down to Petersfield, on to Catherington and across country, bypassing Havant and Portsmouth, to his destination, the beautiful old village of Elmsworth. His goal was a lovely small restaurant-cum-hotel with a starred Michelin restaurant, 36 at the Quay. The 17thC. inn was situated right on the quayside, with stunning views overlooking Emsworth harbour. It was ideal for Peter, and almost top of his favorite short get-away places, with its two nicely appointed suites and four en-suite rooms. Though not fully to his taste, it was nicely furnished with comfortable furniture in the wonderful framework of the exposed beams, many of which dated back to the original 15th C building, before it was reconstructed. Peter checked in and headed upstairs to the top suite overlooking the harbour. It was a spacious and airy room with a large king bed and with a seating area, as well as a window bench overlooking the water and the boats bobbing around. The beamed walls were white and the furniture and textiles were a mixture of light chocolate and pale yellow and white colour. The bathroom, though relatively small, was fully equipped with modern bathroom furniture and a nice, nice huge mirror. Peter ordered some tea and unpacked his two suitcases and his laptop. With a nice cup of tea at hand, he logged on and his in-box was free of anything urgent so he focused on finding a Literotica story. He moved to the Transgender section, located one of his favourites, "Matt becomes Mattie," and settled down for a good read of the latest chapter. Yes, Peter was an avid crossdresser. He had been dressing since University days when his then girlfriend had got him to wear her damp panties; she had then introduced him to the joys of suspenders and stockings and, finally, the pleasure of a bra. It wasn't long before they were buying female clothes in addition to his and hers lingerie, and he was on the long slippery road to enjoying the feminine ways of life. His girlfriend enjoyed being dominant and introduced Peter to many aspects of bdsm sex and, consequently Peter had acquired a taste for her used panties and bras. In addition, Peter had learned how properly to give oral pleasure to her and her friends, as well as being able to take a strap, or a hard cock, in his rear love channel or his mouth. This interest had always stayed with him. Like most cross-dressers, he had been through the 'accumulate and burn' phases that run with the pleasure and guilt feelings of the obsession. Now, though, he loved to express his female side and especially on such weekends away. He had four things going for him, firstly a slender waif-like body with a low-slung bottom; secondly, small hands and feet and no prominent Adams-apple; thirdly, he had had voice training to elevate his pitch; and, fourthly, a good dress sense and, it must be said, the financial means to achieve it. This wasn't his first weekend away as a woman in the area and he had the advantage of having various service 'suppliers' on the South Coast. Having finished the story and his tea, Peter started the feminisiation process that would occupy the next twenty-four hours. He started by running a nice warm bath with some scented bath salts in and then he had a close cut-throat shave of his face followed by using the blade across his chest area so as to ensure smooth fixing of his silicon breasts. The rest of his hair removal would wait until the morrow. Peter was 5 foot 7, weighed 145 pounds and therefore his slender sizes allowed him to wear a 36C bra, medium sized panties and suspender and between a size 10 dress, cut and style depending. He was blonde with all his hair intact, with little body hair, grey-eyed, and nice soft skin that helped his make-up really work. The shaving over, he jumped into the bath and took a long soak, reflecting again on what he had planned and the things that could happen this weekend. Eventually, he climbed out of the luxuriant tub, wrapped himself in the large, fluffy bath-towels and dried himself off. He sat down in front of the bathroom mirror and went to work on his make-up, working deftly and professionally in his application. He would save the best for tomorrow. He used Chanel foundation cream, blusher, some light mascara and eye make up in beige and brown colours and then a natural red-purple lipstick, also a Chanel product, an Allure 'Emotive'. Peter went into the bedroom and pulled out a blonde bob-cut wig and came back into the bathroom to fix this into place with clips. It was made of natural hair and was thick in texture, dark blonde underneath with very light highlights. He positioned it and clipped it into his own hair. Petroula, or rather Peta, the Greek for St Peter and the Rock, was beginning to emerge. Finally, he was ready to fully transform. He took his C asymmetric cup breasts that he had bought way back in Germany, applied medical glue, and put them into position; they would be good for the long Valentine's weekend that he had planned. He thought that they looked really stunning, their pert dark pink nipples protruding nicely just like the real ones he so adored. Tomorrow, he would apply stage make-up he had so as to blend them fully into his natural skin. Once more into the bedroom, Peter, now a she, chose a Fantasie black Florence set. Peta slipped her arms into a two thirds black bra that was covered with a delicate lace onto a sultry fabric base. Though largely all black, there was a light white floral colour running through the lace and the top of her breasts were covered in transparent gauze. Peta took the suspender belt that was in the same style as the bra but mostly finished in the lacy gauze, except the garters that had black solid straps. Onto these, she rolled a pair of new black stockings with lace tops up her legs. They felt wonderful with just a slight tug on the thigh from the tension on the four garters. Finally she slid into her black briefs with their solid front panel covering her boy-clit, the side panels were the same as the suspenders and the top of the bra in the thin transparent lace. Over her lingerie, Peta donned a cream blouse, a just-below-the-knee charcoal grey skirt and a long dark grey wool cardigan. A pair of matt black low heeled court shoes and she was almost there. She chose a pearl necklace, pearl clip ear-rings and a couple of gold bangles for her jewellery and finished with a spray of her perfume, a Bulgari she had recently got from Paris. A quick glance in the mirror and this gorgeous blonde stared back at her; it was hard to believe that underneath the clothing lay a man, a successful banker in the City. Peta went downstairs to the bar, sat down and ordered a glass of 'The Crossings' Sauvignon Blanc. She was so convincing that, unless very close up, one couldn't tell if she was not a female. Through to dinner she went and treated herself to 36's magnificent food. Chef Ramon Farthing and his team were on form and Peta dined on a starter of Quail breast roasted, and legs confit, served with seared with seared chicken livers and caramelised apple; this was followed by Turbot Supreme, gently pan-roasted on echine infused potatoes with shimiji mushrooms and baby leeks. She quaffed on another glass of the white wine and then moved to two glasses of the sister pinot noir. A wonderful cheese selection and a sumptuous desert took the meal to its end, with Peta enjoying a glass of a South African desert wine, an Elgin 2008. With coffee and a glass of port, Peta was more than sated and she went for a short stroll down the quayside, enjoying the fresh air. With no one to chat to, other than the staff, she decided to retire and prepare herself for her day's play tomorrow. She got back to her room and got out of her clothing, leaving her in the lovely lingerie she had worn for dinner. She pulled out an almost floor-length pink silky nightie with spaghetti straps and a plain drop front and climbed into it. She tackled her make-up and climbed into bed. Soon her mind started to stray, reflecting back on those student days when her then girlfriend would take her. Peta's hand moved to her growing and excited clit, beginning to gently frot it through the nightie and the soft black fabric of her panties. Her mind turned to being queened by his old girlfriend. She would stand above him admiring her handiwork in how she had transformed him into a rather stunning woman and that she had the both of best worlds here, effectively lesbian sex with a cock to ride. He would contemplate her bottom and the submission that he was about to render her. His girlfriend would slowly lower herself, opening her legs to give erotic glimpses of her expectant pussy and anal rosebud, and her sex aroma would slowly fill his nostrils and permeate his brain. Peta's hand moved quicker over her nightie and panties into masturbation, but not actually directly fingering her gurl-clit. The vision of the girlfriend's globes enveloping his head and forcing Peta's nose into pleasuring her anus and tongue into the creamy, delicate folds of her pussy was almost realistic. The joy of the taste and smell as the girlfriend frigged herself off on Peta was there. Quickly, Peta built her excitement and the now hard clit stiffened itself up to release the tension, to unload into her silky panties. The moment came and Peta felt the orgasmic pleasure not only surge through his clit to its little rose head but the numbing feeling of the orgasm as it washed his brain. Nothing else, just the pleasure of cumming hard as Peta's girlfriend had so often unleashed herself and spurted into Peta's mouth. Peta came down off her mountain, her panties and the front of her pink nightie wet with cum. "Bugger it," she thought, "I can get it through the laundry service tomorrow." The inn had a service and beautifully presented clean lingerie, wrapped in tissue, in a basket, with a flower of the season. Peta was soon asleep in her lovely, girly world, wrapped in the folds of her lingerie and nightie. Day 2 of Valentine's Day Weekend Mid-February morning sunlight streamed through the window from the harbour. Peta slowly woke and revelled in her feminity. Should she have another masturbation session was the question on her mind but then she decided to save her cum for later. She rose, put on a matching silk robe to the nightie, toileted, and ordered up breakfast. As she waited for it to arrive, she removed the last of her make-up and closely shaved. There was a knock on the door and a Continental breakfast was brought in on a tray: a fresh pot of coffee freshly squeezed OJ, home-made muesli; natural yogurt with fresh fruit; a basket of warm toasted breads; pastries served with unsalted butter, marmalade, jam and honey. All were delicious. And the breakfast tray came with a copy of the FT and the weekend Telegraph. Peta had a cursory read of the FT, deciding that the weekend paper and crosswords could wait for later. Breakfast over, Peta put a shower cap on and took a long shower, washing her nooks and crannies carefully. A dry down, some basic make-up and a session using her stage make-up to blend the breasts into her skin colour, she was ready to dress. Peta wanted to keep it simple so she selected a peach Barbara 'Divine' set. The bra was very plain in its peach cups and straps but over the lower cups, there was a black lace covering with a leaf pattern in it. The same was true with the brief, peach fabric with a front panel shaped as a v down to her crotch in the same black material but with three black lines, two of which were angled with her groin, running down to the top of her vaginal area. Over this, she put some carbon coloured ribbed leggings as it was a little chilly outside. Peta took an ivory 'salt' coloured cashmere stitch top as her day wear. It was extremely comfortable due to the loose fit and roomy sleeves. With this, she paired a black and navy high-waisted polka dot skirt. The waist band was some two inches wide and the band was replicated with a one inch strip on the hem; there were four pleats that gave a lot of shape to the skirt, almost hinting that it had pockets. Peta finished off the ensemble with carbon black pixie booties with nice long laces. She wore her pearl jewellery from last night, also adding a pearl Chanel watch. Her perfume was a Chanel Sensuelle. Peta took her dark grey long cardigan from last night and slipped into that and finally her matching sac bag with her essentials in it. She grabbed her newspaper, headed out of the hotel and took a short walk over to a nearby up-market coffee shop, the Greenhouse, located in a lovely old Georgian building with a wonderful black and gold clock on its gable. A nice long latte, a catch up of the news, the start of the prize crossword and Peta was set up for the day. She headed back to the hotel and picked up her Cayenne and drove out of Emsworth, heading east along the coast. Her trip wasn't a long one, only twelve miles to Chichester on its east side; her destination was one of her favourite beauty treatment salons. She had been a client of them for some years and the staff were totally at ease in treating Peta as one of their female clients. She had got to know of it by meeting the owner, Jessica, at a dinner party and, eventually, had the gumption to call her up, admit to her dressing, and whether Jessica would consider taking her on. Peta parked up and entered the salon. Jessica was there and greeted her with a kiss, cheek to cheek, as in a French greeting. They agreed to meet for lunch in a local wine bar, Nº 12. Jessica passed Peta over to her second, Donna, and off to one of the treatment rooms they headed. Firstly, after Peta had removed her leggings and skirt, Donna waxed her legs; Peta always enjoyed the feeling of stockings against her freshly naked legs when the waxing effect had cooled down. Then Donna asked her to lie on her back on the bed so that she could give a Brazilian. Donna had done this before so was used to handling Peta. With no embarrassment, Donna took of her cashmere top and lowered her panties. Donna commented on how nice the set and indeed she always had nice lingerie on when Peta visited the salon. They had a chat about lingerie and Peta shared information on the brand and where to get them in London as they were a new style to the market. Donna applied the wax to Peta's mons, ensuring that all around her clit was smothered and then removed it. It wasn't too painful as Peta had been treated before and kept her mons pretty well stripped. Donna completed the genital area waxing by asking her to turn over and making it a bottom strip as well, something Peta always found unnerving. The final stage was for Peta to unclasp her bra and have a back wax, that area that most crossdressers and transvestites find hard to keep stripped of hair, even if very fine. Donna gave Peta thirty minutes of massage which was heavenly, and almost put her to sleep, despite one or two naughty thoughts about taking either Donna or Jessica. This took Peta up to lunch and she re-dressed and went and looked for Jessica. Having found her, they walked over to Nº 12 and ordered a bottle of a good Chablis, along with a fish platter comprising of a selection of Tempura prawns, marinated anchovies, crispy calamari and mussels farci served with freshly cut homemade bread. They chatted about their businesses, how their families were doing, and fashion, all very girly. Jessica commented how she would love to see Peta in her absolute finery and, laughing, how she could even be tempted to take her. Laughter. Conversation turned to more sexual matters and Peta's experiences as a woman, as well as Jessica's own bisexual preference. They ordered some chocolate torte and coffees, talking about their plans for Valentine's Day. Jessica was almost apologetic that Peta was by herself. "If only I had known..." Peta paid up the account and headed back to the salon. There, she had a pedicure and manicure to set her up for the evening, choosing a burnt red nail varnish for both toe and finger nails. Jessica suggested some arching of eyebrows and personally did the shaping for her; Peta loved the look. Settling the bill and a farewell and thanks to the staff and a kiss for Jessica, Peta headed back on the A259 to the Hotel. Back in Emsworth, Peta took a short nap back in her room and then treated herself to tea and the rest of the Telegraph cryptic crossword. The extensive waxing had taken it out of her but now that her skin was recovering, she felt good, knowing that her skin was totally devoid of hair under her eyebrows. It was now 5pm so she stripped down around, having run a warm bath and prepared her clothing for tonight's dinner. She went and relaxed in the bath, idly reading some of the room's magazines. She admired Donna's work and her hands drifted slowly over her body, tempted to bring herself off in the warm water. She managed to refrain herself. Peta's Valentines Day Weekend Forty five minutes passed very quickly and Peta jumped out of the bath and quickly dried herself before applying a little bit of stage make-up to the edge of her breasts where they were fixed to her chest. She let it quickly dry and put on her hotel fluffy bath-robe. There was a knock on the door went and she opened it. Cathryn was standing there with a small valise in hand. Cathryn was Peta's make-up artist and lived not that far away near Midhurst. She specialised in make-up for special events such as weddings and had done commercial work for films. She had done Peta's make-up many times and was responsible for teaching him the art so that she could competently do it herself. However, for special occasions and good dinners in high profile places, Peta liked to indulge in Cathryn's talents to look her best and also to ensure that fellow guests and staff saw her as nothing but female. After a brief chat, a look of what Peta was to wear, and over a glass of wine, Cathryn went to work with a facial clean. She then started building up Peta's foundation followed by her surface blushes. She also focused on her eyes, commenting on the improvement of Peta's better-shaped eye arches, mascara and then a subtle palette of brown colours applied to her eyes, really bringing out the beauty of Peta's eyes. She worked further on the powder blushes, highlighting her cheekbones and then Cathryn turned to Peta's lips, applying lip-liner, lipstick and gloss in a Chanel Captive colour to match up with her nails. Finally, Cathryn then made sure that Petra's wig was well brushed through and shaped, bringing the blonde highlights of the bob to the fore. The two girls finished their glasses of wine and Peta settled up what she owed with Cathryn. A quick kiss goodbye and Peta was ready to dress for this Valentine's dinner. She wanted to make an effort even though she was dining alone, unless she happened to chance on somebody. Part of the fun was living as a high class society girl. With that, Peta turned to what she had laid out on the bed. She was going for a very different look for her, a sexy urchin look for this night. First came her underwear. She had chosen a white 'Empreinte Lola' basque which she had bought in Rigby & Peller in London. Peta thought that this basque was absolutely sensuous; it was tight fitting with its tight white mesh fabric, its traps ruffled, the curved bra part being embroidered with minute edging of lace frill that also were replicated on the lower hem and the stays. The front panel was decorated with subtle matte, satin, white polka dots and the whole material gave a hint of the skin beneath. The garters were heavy ones, again ruffled like the bra straps and the attachments were robust being made from a gold finished metal. Small beige coloured ribbons decorated each of the garters where they joined onto the basque and over the stocking attachments. The panties matched the basque in construction and also had a stay effect that lined up under the basque stays and gave a clear highlight to the mons pubis area. Matching ribbons were also at the bottom of these pantie-stays. Peta put the lingerie on and the basque felt wonderful hugging her, holding her breasts firmly in. She rolled on new off-black Wolford stockings up her freshly waxed legs and attached them to the garters, adjusting them so the stocking was riding tight. She wiggled her feet at the sexy sensation feel of the hose against her legs. And then on went her panties, up her legs into place holding back her clit which she had tucked under to create her own camel toe. She felt a million dollars in this. She pulled over her clothes that she was going to wear; these were very different to her usual sophistication, but she thought that they were fun, young and very distinctive and from two young designers, Lorraine and Ash Johnson. The principal item was a blouse-with-shorts one piece that hung down in folds. The base material was white with a grey motif and black dots on it. The blouse had thin straps and the top of it was a straight cut covering the top of the breast line. Wearing it felt dangerous and exposed as the material was light and billowy. Over this, Peta put on a loose black fabric jacket/cardigan, which joined together with some small stud buttons on the top lapel, or by joining laces at the top of the drop collar. Peta chose that way of wearing the jacket to give a slightly more erotic look. For her footwear, Peta put on a new pair of black ankle boots that came up over the ankle to the lower shin and were secured by long laces. These had an inch and a half heel to give a little elevation and to help the garters tug on their stockings. As to her jewellery, Peta took an antique grey pearl strapped Van Cleefs's diamond watch that had been her mother's and which she had adapted for size. She added two emerald cut diamond studs that had been adapted for clips, as well as two plain silver wrist bangles. These bangles had secondary loops off them, giving the impression of Peta being available for bondage. Indeed, the whole ensemble made Peta feel a little like a high class escort, a sophisticated slightly seedy feel. Peta chose her perfume, a distinctive Hermes 'Poivre Sarmacande' with its peppery, slightly musty, smoky scent and liberally dabbed it on behind her ears, top of her neck and her breast line. Finally she took her recently acquired 'Use UK' leather clutch bag finished in very soft matt black leather and with a pearly grey vintage buckle and matching grey silk lining. She ensured her purse, make-up and mobile was in there. She was ready. Down the stairs she went and into the bar adjacent to the restaurant. This was decorated in light wood, almost a bamboo colour, with a very pale blue coloured seats and wood and glass tables. The bar already had a few couples in who were out celebrating Valentines, as well as some well-heeled locals. Petra's eyes strayed to one of the locals who was quite a hunk of man but then she saw 'her" standing at the other end of the bar and obviously by herself. She was stunning. An early to mid forties brunette, but much younger looking than her age, with deep brown eyes, probably about the same height as Peta, she had gorgeous facial features and was very well made-up in the sense that it was all very subtle. She was dressed in a plain cream blouse and a black trouser suit and sporting little jewellery other than gold studs and a very nice gold chain necklace. Her shoes were low black courts. Her perfume was a Coco Chanel. She was very slender and her outfit suggested a 36 A or at most a B cup. Peta decided to be brave and went across and introduced herself and discovered that her friend to be was called Anna. Anna offered her a glass of champagne, a Tattinger, "Well it is Valentine's Day so we should celebrate not that I am really celebrating." "Oh why?" "Well, I am by myself staying tonight as my husband is away on work or something. I love the food here, so I thought that I wouldn't be a killjoy and stay at home this evening. What about you?" "Oh, I am down here for a weekend's pampering and, like you, I just love their food." The two women started chatting and it wasn't long until they asked the Maitre D' to share a table together and then gave some time to selecting their food. As to conversation, jobs, family, and life at large were all excitedly covered. Anna complimented Peta on her elfish look and how sexy she looked and Peta returned it, saying how she loved the cut of Anna's suit and how lovely she looked in a boyish-girl way. Lots of giggles and laughter cut across their conversation. Eventually, the Maitre D' summoned them to their table. It was a corner table with a pale cream tablecloth, white and wood French style chairs, and overlooking the harbour that was now glittering at night time with the lights on the boats. In the window, next to them was a large bronze of a fish. The table was laid with wine and water glasses, white plates bordered with blue, serviettes matching the cloth, a large candle and a small, glass vase holding two red roses for the evening's celebrations. With their usual efficient service, the restaurant served up their first courses. Peta had selected pan seared scallops on a vegetable caponata, with roasted red peppers and parmesan crisps, complemented by a smooth potato cream. Anna had gone for a duck egg starter gently cooked with ground seranno ham, placed on braised du puy lentils with sliced duck liver and peashoots, and finished with a truffle dressing. Both were delicious and Anna had chosen a Burgundy, a Fixin 1999. Both starters were delicious. Both women had chosen a main course of duck breast which was honey spiced, and with an aromatic duck leg served with caramelised red onion tatin and black peppered swede. This was complemented by a warm plum and banyuls dressing. This, they agreed, was sensational. This was followed by a tasting plate of British cheeses, accompanied by fruit and homemade biscuits. Conversation had continued on about life at large, possible connections and family matters. Slowly the conversation had become that little more intimate and Anna was asking some fairly direct questions which Peta had decided to answer truthfully. Anna didn't come out directly with a question about Peta's 'origin' but did give Peta an indication of her interest in being bisexual. Gradually, her right hand had nudged forward to nearly embrace Peta's left fingers. The desert was to order and the girls decided to have the house specialty, a selection of five small apple deserts, along with a half bottle of Sauterne, a Cyprès de Climens 2001. This was cooked to order so there was a little delay. With this, Anna proposed to go and freshen up and Peta agreed. Peta led the way out of the restaurant to the rest rooms and they entered the Ladies. As they entered, Anna turned and grabbed Peta and pulled her in towards her, her mouth opening to kiss her, lip to lip and tongue to tongue. Peta was a little startled but responded to her friend's pass and let Anna invade her mouth. Anna commented, "Mmmmm, you are just so hot, I could make love to you here right here and now." Peta just opened her mouth and let Anna take control. Her tongue pushed in deep, asserting herself onto Peta orally. Peta could feel Anna's breasts through her top, her hard nipples pushing against her; Anna's hand was roaming to feel Peta's bottom, no doubt picking up on that Peta was wearing stockings and a basque. "Shall I have you pleasure me in the toilet?" "I can, but I would rather do it upstairs and really give you a massive buzz, Anna." "Mmmm, even though I want you now, I guess we could be disturbed and this isn't really the place for it and it's for Valentines. Ok......" The girls went for a pee. On coming out of the loo, Anna presented two fingers to Peta, "Here suck them, Peta, I fingered my wet pussy for you, before peeing." The aroma off them hit Peta and she gleefully accepted her token present of servitude. Her taste was so strong but feminine and Peta knew that she would be a slave to her aroma. They moved to wash their hands and touch up. Looking into the mirror, Anna commented, "Peta, I have no issue about you being a trannie and I actually find transvestism kind of exciting; I always have. You really look and sound convincing. It's amazing how you carry it off and in such an establishment." Peta smiled; Anna lent over and kissed her again, "Well, to later, I want you to really please me tonight." With that, Anna took Peta's hand and led her back into the candle-lit restaurant. Dessert was served and both women really enjoyed it, sharing the plate and savouring the Sauterne. "Maybe we should have got a full bottle and enjoyed the rest for later. Peta, you could lick it off me." "A Cyprès de Climax, perhaps?" They both laughed and the chat continued on in the same light 'teasing' vein. Anna held Peta's fingers, gently playing with her. Her stockinged foot also felt Peta's legs, with the occasional dart up towards her crotch. They headed through to the small lounge for coffee and snuggled up together with a full bottle of the Sauterne to savour as well. The room was quiet for the moment and this allowed Anna to steal furtive kisses and gently explore Peta's breasts and love area through the loose fabric of her outfit. They chatted about what turned them on and why, and how to get the best out of the other. This started to get both women turned on and wanting to make love to each other. "We ought to head upstairs, Peta. You have the larger room, so why don't I go and grab a few things for tonight. If you want to get a couple of new glasses and bring the bottle." Anna got up, taking the opportunity to give Peta a deep throat kiss. Peta could now smell the sex scent coming off her, overriding her Coco perfume. She thought to herself about shortly pleasing Anna. She headed upstairs. She got back to the room, left the door ajar and dimmed the lighting down but also put on the second bedside table lamp. She headed to the bathroom and checked herself in the mirror; a little throw of her hair and her bob was back in place. Back into the bedroom and she undid and kicked her boots off. Just then, Anna appeared, carrying a small bag, "I hope you don't mind but I have brought my pyjamas and some panties if you want me to sleep with you and I have a couple of toys that I brought here." "No problem and, yes, I do want you to sleep with me, Anna." Peta stepped over to Anna into her arms and Anna enveloped her, opening her mouth with her tongue and giving her a long, deep, French kiss. Peta felt quite weak with the anticipation of what was to come. Anna's hands wandered over Peta's body. "Mmmm, help me out of my clothes." Anna removed her shoes and Peta helped her out of her jacket and then unbuttoned her cream blouse. As it fell away, Peta saw Anna was wearing a plain white but stylish Myla 'body silk' bra; it was slightly padded and held her very small breasts. "Now my pants." Peta did as she was told and released the button and small side zip. She used her fingers to slip inside the black fabric and slowly lowered Anna's pants to reveal a matching no frills deep suspender belt holding up plain black stockings. And over the garters, was a plain white matching thong, its little tail widening as it came up her bottom crack and with a little pearl drop hole stitched in its apex just before it joined the waistband. She could see that Anna's thong was already wet with anticipation and she could also smell her sex again. Then Anna turned to Peta, firstly removing her jacket-cardigan and following this by unbuttoning her blouse and peeling the blouse and shorts combo down her stockinged legs. "Wow just look at you, exquisite, so sexy." Anna carefully inspected Peta's beautiful lingerie and again moved in closer to kiss her. They fell onto the bed arm in arm, passionately kissing each other. Peta moved to release Anna's bra clasp and the white Myla bra fell away, revealing these small but firm brown nipples with hardly any breast. Peta brought her lips to play on them, firming them up further as she gently sucked on and nipped them with her mouth and teeth. Anna's hands wandered down over Peta's lingerie, feeling the sensual material and slowly to find her clit, already swollen at the thought of being taken in Peta's brain. Peta's hand moved as well to counterbalance Anna's play and quickly she felt Anna's pulsating clit and the lips through the thong. Anna was now soaking. "Peta, go down on me and take my thong off using just your mouth." Peta did as she requested, slowly moving to peel the panties off. Despite Anna's assistance in moving her body, it was a struggle but it did mean that Peta had many views of the pleasurable love grotto that was about to envelope her. Anna was also waxed but had kept a thin landing strip of thick brown pubes arising from just above her clitoris and up over her mons towards her tummy button. The movement of the panties on their journey over Anna's stockings from time to time opened her lips up and revealed her swollen clitoris. "Peta, I want you on your back for me and your arms pointing to the bed-head." Peta obeyed Anna and moved into position on the bed; her clitoris was pushing hard against its captive fabric of her panties. Anna got off the bed and went to pull her bag closer to the bed. Out of it she took a stocking and threaded it between the silver rings attached to the bangles that Peta was wearing. She attached the other end to the bed-head. Anna pulled out a small butt plug and, in front of Peta, ran it over her pussy for some lubricant. She then pulled down Peta's panties a little bit and pushed it home into her love channel. She paused and looked at what she would enjoy soon but pulled the panties back up. 'Not yet,' she thought. She also pulled out a box and a heavy chrome vibrator and put them next to the bed. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself directly over Peta's head, standing on the mattress and balancing herself, facing forward down the bed. Anna slowly opened her legs and Peta had a full on view of her pussy and its intricate lips and folds, masking the entrance to her love channel. And there behind was her little anal rosebud, all puckered and a natural brown colour. Her pussy was very wet and a tinge of cream cum was already showing. She lowered herself slowly down to about a third of the way down on to Peta, holding herself on her haunches. This opened her a little more to Peta and now Peta could really take in her sexual aroma which was also filling the room. And then another third of the way so that her bottom globes were just about touching Peta, looking to swallow her into giving Anna the due servitude that she craved and deserved. The aroma was very intense now and Peta was almost desperate to start using her tongue on Anna, to please her and bring on that orgasm that was waiting to be released. Finally, Anna lowered herself into position, her anus firmly on Peta's nose and her pussy demanding Peta's tongue to play its role. Peta started her service, relishing the intense taste of Anna's pre-cum now flowing over her tongue into her mouth. Anna rocked forward to allow Peta to breathe and, at the same time, to make Peta take in more of her aroma. And then back into position for Peta to continue her pleasuring. Peta's tongue continued to dart over Anna's pussy entrance, opening it up to take more of its honey and then forward to her lips and back over the perineum. Anna moved forward and lent over firstly to switch on the butt plug in Peta and then to tease Peta's clit, firstly with her fingers and then in partly releasing it to play on its head with her own tongue. Peta wasn't massive, some 5 and a half inches but with a nice girth and shape. This forward position allowed Peta to use longer tongue strokes on her and run down towards her clit, her tongue probing the folds of her inner lips and under the clit hood. Anna could feel the early stages of her climax building. This was the time to move; Anna upped the speed of the plug and then managed to efficiently turn herself the other way around so that Peta focused on serving her clit. Gentle sucks and holding her clit in the warm recesses of the mouth always did it for Anna and that is what Peta went for; Anna could feel her cum starting to flow. Anna lent over and took her 6 inch chrome vibrator and switched it on. She played it over her nipples and down to Peta's mouth and her pussy before moving it behind her to push it through her anal rings. Peta could sense her enjoyment of her rear passage being taken and pushed her tongue as deep as she could into Anna's pussy. This was what she wanted and very quickly Anna's orgasm washed over her. She spurted over Peta, soaking her face and onto the bed sheets. She shook hard relishing the power of what was happening, her pleasure in the brain overtaking all. She held Peta's head in a vice like grip between her legs so that her girlfriend took all of her emissions and her scent onto her. Peta's Valentines Day Weekend Anna came down off her sexual mountain a little bit but decided to keep her orgasm going towards a multi-one. She quickly moved down the bed and pushed back Peta's white panties and lowered herself onto her hard clit. Peta held Anna in position and then started to firmly handle and tweak her nipples. Anna loved the sensation of this treatment of her nipples and of Peta filling her up alongside the vibrator and quickly rode her to bring on a second even more intense orgasm. This arrived as Peta exploded into her. She was now moaning in her ecstasy. Peta stayed hard inside her as she came off her climax, something she had always liked from her lovers. Slowly she removed her vibrator and the plug inside Peta and finally undid the stocking. "Mmmmm, that was so good, Peta, just what I needed and you too." The two women lay there and relaxed, offering each other sweet-nothings. Anna wiped Peta's face with her fingers, offering the goo off them for Peta to take in. This little action had her immediately craving to be taken to yet another orgasm. "I want to take you now, Peta, honey, but first I want you to eat us out of me." Peta moved down the bed and went between Anna's legs to clean her up. However, despite her efforts, she could sense that Anna was responding again to the effects of her soft tongue so she moved her focus again to Anna's clit and the area just underneath. Very quickly, Anna's clitoris began to emerge from its little home and Peta could taste Anna's fresh ejaculate cream emerging from her glands. Anna suggested that Peta roll onto her knees and elbows and she positioned two pillows under Peta's tummy and removed her panties. Anna took the box of the bed side table and took out a black stout 'More Powered Feedoe'. She inserted the bulbous end into her already-sticky pussy, holding it in her vulva, leaving her with a nearly 7 inch cock to take Peta. Anna applied a little lub to help facilitate entry into her girlfriend and, then, she moved to Peta's rear. She gently presented the dildo to Peta's entrance and slowly slid it into her, the pressure of doing so pushing the bulbous end hard up against Anna's vulva walls. Anna switched on the vibrator with the little push button at the base between them. She pushed harder into Peta and her penis buried itself into her lover; Anna started to fuck her vigorously feeling the strokes deep inside her own pussy. Peta could feel Anna's movements on her anus as the dildo plowed its way inside her vibrating away, and especially the focus of the sensations on her gurl-g spot. Both women's sensations built up, sending them up their own mental mountains to the white shimmering climax of their orgasms. Anna came first, shuddering around the bulb inside her, her emission oozing out around it and onto the dildo. Peta was just behind and she felt herself cum and cum onto the sheets. Anna collapsed forward onto Peta's back covered with the sensuous basque material; Peta could feel Anna's hard nipples pressing into her through the basque and her hot breath across the back of her neck. Anna gently kissed and nibbled Peta's necks and ears, whispering what a lovely fuck-bitch she was and how she ought to have a real man deep in her to inseminate her and make her his. Peta lay there, taking in Anna's sweet nothings, occasionally wiggling her hips to feel the hard dildo in her, still vibrating. Anna switched off the Feeldoe and slowly withdrew it; Peta so loved having had this in her. "Mmmmmm that was wonderful, Peta honey. I've got you a small present and you may want to wear it tonight." Out of her bag, Anna retrieved a beautifully wrapped and ribboned present and gave it to Peta. Truly surprised, Peta eagerly opened it. Inside was a long, black Myla Angelica gown and a matching robe; it was made from silk satin and had adjustable straps and silk buttons as well as exquisite seductively placed cut away lace detailed bodice and waist band. There was a deep split on the reverse of the gown to emphasize its provocative look. With it were a matching robe and a black soft Aurora bra with a pair of open backed matching panties, also from Myla. These were sleek and sexy and created from a soft mesh with a silk trim. The bra front and the panties open back were decorated with oversized silk feminine bows and with sexy straps to frame Peta's curves. "Mmmmm thank you, Anna, honey. They are beautiful." "Well, Happy Valentines Day, my gorgeous gurl-wifey!" Peta climbed off the bed, cleaned herself up and stripped out of her evening lingerie into this sumptuous set. It felt absolutely soft and gorgeous and made her feel very sensuous and girly. Meanwhile, Anna climbed out of her lingerie and took a matching Myla product, a grey Ivy cotton camisole, trimmed with very feminine knitted frills, jet black buttons and a jacquard bow. With this she slid into a matching pair of shorts, similarly decorated. They climbed into bed, ready to turn in. Anna said, "Just one more thing, Peta." She lifted out of her bag a pair of pink Wacoal hisides. "I have worn these for two and a half days for you while I was away working. I have cum in them at least four times." Anna turned them around and put them over Peta's head, and secured them behind her head with the stocking from before. This was a regular submission trick that she had played on Peta since University days and she knew that Peta loved being ensconced in her personal scents. "Goodnight, Darling, I want you to please me and me to take you again in the morning, Happy Valentine's Day." "Happy Valentine's. I love you." "And I love you."