Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 14:06:15 -0800 (PST)
From: angelo caduto <angelo_caduto86@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sheepish Clothing -- III

Sheepish Clothing -- III
TG/college

	It was a long weekend. One that I might have gained
10 pounds. When I am nervous, and with the
expectations of performing oral on Stephi, I tend to
eat more than I should. Since it was the weekend
before a Monday Halloween, I had several bags of
candy. Each year I about 300+ little goblins would
visit my house.  By Sunday I had refill my supply.
	My anxiousness grew all day Monday. I was in a daze
though the work hours and when I was driving home I
realized I couldn't remember anything I had done
during the day. My heart sunk when I got home. Stephi
had not returned. I wondered if it was possible that
he had a change of heart.
	I was filled with suspect. I wondered if perhaps my
cock didn't measure up, I was about half Stephi's
size. Or maybe ...
	Or 'what' was the problem, I had no reason to know
why he wasn't there. Maybe he had an accident on the
way home from Albany. Just as I was about to call the
troopers or look for his parent's phone number, the
doorbell rang. I sprinted to the foyer, thinking it
was Stephi. I swung open the door and there stood a
young woman, before her a little girl dressed as a
cat.
	"O, I'm sorry," I muttered.
	"Are you not handing out candy?" she asked.
	"Yes, let me grab the bowl," I said and reached
behind the door. At first there was a trickle of kids
and by about 6:20 p.m. there was a study deluge if
kids, about half with one of their parents. I had sort
of put the thought of Stephi out of my mind when there
he stood at the door.
	I should have recognized him, he work the same blue
wig and the dress with purple polka dots. I had
thought he was asking for candy since he had some
supermarket bags in his hands.
	"Trick or treat," he said with a smile. He looked
gorgeous. He looked different from the last time I had
seen him in the outfit. He had added makeup and his
lips were crimson. Any essence of masculinity was gone
or more it was covered up.
	"Stephi, you caught me off guard," I explained and
stared back.
	After about what seemed like a minute, but was
probably only a few seconds, he said: "can I come in."
	I apologized and stepped aside. he stepped in and
walked past me. He too his bags to the kitchen and I
followed. The doorbell rang again, but I didn't seem
to notice. I could only stare, mesmerized at his hips
that rocked before me. He placed the bags on the
table.
	"I thought I would fix us a nice," he paused for
dramatics, "romantic dinner."
	I hard kids at the door, and there was the doorbell
followed by a knock.
	"Why don't you hand out the candy and I will fix a
meal," he said.
	"Sure," I replied and walked to the door. Looking at
my watch I saw that it was a little after seven. The
official trick or treating wouldn't end until 8 p.m.
and in my neighborhood it would last until a little
after eight. But whimsical thoughts about treating and
a like danced in my head. The kids were lined up
outside and I passed out the candy.
	About half an hour later Stephi walked up behind me.
I could tell he was there by the scent, he had a light
perfume on, but he also leaned into me.
	"Are you hungry," he whispered in my ear. He didn't
use his normal voice. He was totally a woman now. His
voice was sultry and exciting.. "I brought you a glass
of wine. I'm going to change,"
	I turned around and he handed me a goblet of pinot
grigio. He then turned and walked to his room. When he
closed the door I turned back to the door. There was a
man standing behind a little fireman. The man was
looking towards Stephi's door.
	When I had caught him looking, he said: "Um,
attractive woman."
	"Yes," I agreed and put some candy in the little
guy's plastic pumpkin.
	After they left, I had a moment to adjust the
erection that strained in my pants.
	The next 40 minutes went by quickly, but hardly fast
enough for me.
	I was hungry, but food wasn't the main thought on my
mind. At 8:10  I shut off the porch light and then
turned the light in the foyer and living room off. I
went to Stephi's door.
	"Stephi... you there," I asked quietly.
	"I'm ready for," I cleared my throat and added,
"dinner."
	"There are two plates in the frig," he said. "I will
be out in a minute, pour me a glass of wine if you
will.
	My erection that had descended started to make a
return.
	In the refrigerator were two plates of sushi. I
grabbed the bottle of wine, that was also in the
refrigerator, and filled his glass. On the stove was a
pan of rice. I scooped the rice into a bowl and
reheated it in the microwave. While the bowl circled
in the microwave, I filled both our glasses.
	I lit the candles he had placed on the table after I
had put the rice on the table..
	I sat facing the living room and was rewarded with
Stephi's grand entrance.
	He had put on a new look. Stephi now had on what
would be called the 'simple black dress.' But as
simple as it may be, it was also intoxicating. My face
was hot from the wine and the way Stephi filled the
dress with curves. The shift looked familiar. It might
have been my wife's, but Stephi was not my wife.
	He had on black hose (thigh-highs I would discover)
and black pumps. Gone was the blue wig and replaces a
blond wig, that matched Stephi's hair color.
	Stephi stood in the entrance of the kitchen, letting
me take in his beauty. The pulse of Bob Marley came
from the living room. Stephi must have turned on the
stereo.
	After a moment: "do you like."
	"Yes," I said and about five S's slipped out.
	I wanted to devour him. Right there. But I was
nervous. I realized I was intimidated by his looks and
the situation. I was on a runaway train that was
leading me to having sex with the most beautiful woman
I had ever been with and the woman was a man.
	Stephi walked over and picked up the wine. She paused
when the glass touched her lips. I noticed there was a
tremble in her hand. It never occurred that Stephi
would be nervous, but I realized this might be the
first time she had been with a man. Even if it wasn't,
it had to be the first time, as a woman, Stephi had
been with a man.
	"Wait," I said, picked up my glass and toasted. "to
beauty."
	"To adventure," Stephi added. She took a long drink,
almost draining the glass. She went to the counter and
refilled the glass. Again I could feast on her sensual
hips
	She was close enough for me to slide my hand along
her haunches. Stephi froze, taking in the moment and
enjoying my touch. The dress shifted under my caress.
I could tell that she had on panties that were silky.
She sighed as my hands followed her contours.
	I dropped out of my chair to my knees. Fondling her
ass, I pushed the dress up exposing red panties.
Licked the flesh at her panty line.
	"Ummmmm," whispered from her crimson lips. I pulled
the panties down to her knees and licked her round
shapely ass. It was likely she had hoped for a slow
strip, so she could parade in the new panties. I would
have enjoyed that too, but I was bowled over by
temptation.
	I couldn't resist and reached around to caress her
cock. He was erect and felt massive in my hand. At
first I explored. Taking her foreskin and pushed it
down and stroked the the length of here cock. Stephi
was even more excited than I am and began to rotate
her hips and I worked her penis.
	I looked up to her. Her eyes were closed and her
check was against the cabinet. Her nostrils flared as
she quickly breathed in and slowly exhaled. Her wig
hung to just below her shoulders.
	Each time I stroked down, she let a little grunt.
With in a minute she was moaning and whispering: "yes,
o god yes."
	With her legs slightly parted, I could fondle her
balls, but not before I slide my left hand along her
black nylons. I tickled her testicles and continued to
work her cock. His balls were smooth and shaven. I was
now licking and biting her ass cheeks. Her hips bended
over the counter.
	She tensed.
	"UmmmmMMMmMMMmmMMm," she moaned and I felt a spurt
pump up her shaft.
	I continued to stroke her cock as she pumped jism
onto the counter.
	I held onto her cock and worked out the last spurts,
twisting it slightly in circles and  massaging a spot
just under the head of her quivering penis.
	I attributed the quick hard orgasm to her horniness
and not my skill at a hand-job. The only other penis I
had ever worked into a lather was mine, but as the
saying goes: "I haven't had any complaints."
	I was realizing she was like any teenage boy: easily
excited and almost as easily brought to climax. I also
suspected that dressing up probably was arousal enough
for her. She might have been close to an orgasm just
walking in the dress and panties.
	Stephi pusher her hips away from the counter,
lowering her elbows to the counter.
	"Thank you, that was nice," she said with her female
voice purring.
	My cheek pressed against her ass and my hands were
stroking her legs. There had been some sperm on my
right hand, but it was now on the thigh of her right
leg, soaking into the black.
	"Do me," she whispered. At first I thought she was
read for the blowjob I owned her, but at the same time
she was arching her back so her hips lifted. She was
on her toes and as if she was in heat, tempting me
with her haunches. She was mutton and I was the wolf.
I was ready.

To be continued....