Once a Slut Always a Slut

Paul proffered a matching black suspender belt and I took it from him – fastening it behind me in a much practiced fashion. In seconds he had found her chocolate brown stockings and I rolled one over my hand and wrist; placing the rolled up stocking over my toes I slid it up my leg bringing a suspender underneath the knickers and attaching to the top of the welt of the stocking. The other suspender likewise was attached in a flash. I had just fastened the second stocking when I realised that Paul was staring at me.

“You’ve done that before haven’t you?”

“Eh! Well! Ah! – No! – It’s just that… err! Isn’t that how it’s done?” Just for that instant I had forgotten he was there.

“I bet you have - I always thought you were a bit of a sissy!”

“No! I promise I don’t know anything about women’s clothes really.”

“Put the bra on then!” A matching black lacy bra was now being offered to me – so I made out I didn’t know how to fasten it.

Paul fastened it for me and, after rooting about in one of his sister’s drawers produced some scrunched-up stockings and proceeded to pack the cups out to make them look like breasts. As He did so his pubic area brushed up against my legs and I felt his cock straining in his boxers. He stepped back and said,

“Hey! You look pretty sexy in those – why don’t you put her heels on?”
I looked at the black 4 inch stilettos with fine black ankle straps and wavered,

“Hang on! I thought you were going to get dressed as well?”

“Yep just going to get some more of her stuff from the spare room – you get the shoes on and I’ll bring it back here.”

He went out and I lovingly slipped the shoes on; fastening the ankle buckles carefully. I stood up and looked in a full length mirror and I could see what Paul meant. I had a good figure and great smooth legs terminating in nice ankles and sexy high heels. I could not help but posture in a girly way and in my mind I went ‘wow!’