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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
room before getting dressed. There would be no quick shower for me today. This was a special day, and demanded something equally special in the toilette department. I had bought some strawberry scented bath oil, and treated myself to a bubble bath with it. I stayed in the tub for a very long time just letting the bubbles wash away the feelings of the previous part of the day spent in my male job. I had to find a way to change that. After all, that was what the doctor ordered. It was almost five-thirty when I finally got out of the tub. Peter would be here soon, so I had to get dressed. I had gone so far as to buy new lingerie for tonight. There was a padded, pink, lace, push-up bra with matching pink garter-belt, and pink lace panties. I slid on my sheerest stockings, and did an all over spray of cologne before I continued dressing. I dabbed some perfume of the same scent as the cologne at the back of my knees before pulling my stockings up, and did the same behind my ears, at my wrists, in my tiny bit of cleavage, and on my thighs. I even put a naughty drop of perfume in my navel just to be playful. Over all of this went a pink lace full-slip. My dress was new too, and of a clingy, pale pink, jersey material. The neckline was a deep enough "V" to show just a hint of cleavage, and the back dipped to expose some of my shoulder blades. There were little capped sleeves at the shoulders. The skirt was straight lined, and came to just above my knees. The dress had a white ... patent leather belt, and I had a white patent leather purse with white patent leather pumps with four inch heels to go with it. Of course I also wore my white pearls. By six-fifteen I was ready for Peter. I did not have long to wait. The doorbell rang about five minutes later, and very nervously, I answered it. "Hi, doll," came Peter's voice through the intercom from downstairs, "are you ready?" That was a silly question, but a lady always keeps a man waiting just a little bit. I do not know why. Maybe it keeps their interest up, but it is part of the game. "Almost," I called back through the speaker, "so come on up, and we can leave in a minute." I pushed the button to buzz him in. I did not really have anything else to do to get ready, but there is a sort of choreography to a date. A sort of mating dance that, if done correctly, will give the highest level of satisfaction and enjoyment to both of the dancing partners. This little sham of not being quite ready was one of the mandatory steps in the dance. I could not leave it out no matter how anxious I was. I used the time to pop back into my bedroom, and do a quick check to make sure that everything was on correctly and straight. My heart began thumping again when the upstairs doorbell rang. Peter had arrived! I checked one more time to be sure that my skirt was straight, and opened the door. Peter looked so handsome standing there in his dark blue sports jacket and grey slacks that I started ...