I had never I repeat never in my mind imagined me wearing a bra. But, now that I was in one, I had to admit, it wasn’t so bad. It’s not that I liked the feel, or anything like that, it had more to do with the fact that the bra matched the panties and I felt more dressed….. maybe I felt more complete in some way. I knew there was no real need for me to wear a bra, after all, I didn’t have real breasts to hold in place, but in the context of wearing the panties and a desire to explore the more complete side of feminine apparel, the bra definitely added some added ‘feeling’ to the experience.
I also felt a ‘freedom’, to some degree, wearing the bra and panty set in front of Cathy and Julie. There was no condemnation or gasps or shock from them. I got the feeling from them that what I was doing was totally acceptable, and ‘normal’.
I ran my hands up over the cups and felt the soft nylon ruffles. Julie’s hand joined mine and pinched one of my nipples thru the sheer ruffle cup. I never once understood the fascination that some men get from wearing a bra, but, I was beginning to understand…. actually, I was starting to understand about myself through my attraction to lingerie.
It wasn’t that I have some uncontrollable desire to be a cross dresser or a transsexual. I was perfectly happy dressing like a man and didn’t want that to stop. But, underneath my man clothes, I wanted to wear and feel the sexy clothes of a woman. ‘How strange,’ I thought.
However, there was something deeper, something more cerebral still undiscovered within me and it went right to the core of my being. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but, Julie knew, she must have sensed these desires in me and kept it in front of me so I could reach out and grasp it when the time was right. Perhaps the time growing near perhaps this very night.
Cathy picked up the pink ruffle panties I selected, opened them up and held them out to me. When I moved toward her, she bent down so I could step into them. As I lifted one leg and then the other, Julie reached around me and grasped my cock and held it up against my stomach as Cathy slid the soft ruffle panties into place.
By now, I was both accepting and excited to have been naked so much in front of Cathy, and I was a little sad that I was now ‘dressed’. All night I had been enjoying their constant touching and holding of my cock. Surprisingly enough, Julie never once blinked an eye to anything Cathy did, be it the spanking she gave me or when Cathy took a hold of my erection. These ladies had a plan, I was more sure than ever, and they knew what they were doing and I was starting to love every bit of it.
Julie turned me and walked me to the large mirror in the bedroom. Looking at myself, I saw something new. “Well,” Julie said, “What do you think?”
Cathy moved to the other side of me, still wrapped in her towel from the shower and looked into the mirror with us. “My dad would say he looked as cute as a bug in a rug.” Cathy remarked.
Julie hugged me and I felt her hands running up and down my back, affectionately stroking me, praising me, caressing me and loving me. Her touch was warm and soft and I soaked it up.
Breaking the hug, Julie took a step back and wiped a proud tear from her eye. Smiling broadly, she put her arms around my waist and told me to help Cathy get dressed and then the two of us should come down to eat. “Dinner will be on the table in 15 minutes.” Julie told us. She kissed me softly on the cheek, hugged me again and left me alone with Cathy.
Cathy had the look of total satisfaction on her face as she looked at me. “You know, Greg,” she said, “one day I hope to meet someone and be as happy and in love as you and Julie are. I am in total awe of the two of you.”
I thanked her for the compliment and then took a minute to think about what to do next. Cathy broke the silence as she said “Well, come on, help me get ready and then we’ll go have some dinner.”
Cathy walked into the bathroom and I followed behind her. Standing in front of the bathroom vanity mirror, she unwrapped the towel from around her hair and shook it out. “Do you have a hair dryer in here?” She asked. I reached down under the vanity and found Julie’s hair dryer and handed it to her. “Do you ever help Julie with her hair, Greg?”
“No,” I answered, “I don’t think I’ve ever had that pleasure.”
“Well,” Cathy said, “A woman likes to primp and wants to look good for her man. Personally, for me, I hate it when my hair doesn’t look perfect. I would love it if my man wanted to touch my hair, to brush it and do it for me. Do you want to help me with it? Julie might like that, you know…. come on…. maybe you can learn something.”
As I watched, Cathy showed me how she used the brush to hold the hair while the dryer did its job. After a few minutes, her hair was dry and she handed me the brush. “Here,” she said, “give it a try.”
I brushed her hair into place, and with some coaching and guiding of the brush, it looked wonderful. “I guess I need to find something to wear, don’t I?” Cathy asked.
We left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. “You know, Greg,” she said, “I just had this strange attraction to the ruffle panties after you guys were in the store the other day, and quite frankly, I just had to get some of my own.” She reached into the same bag where she found my bra and pulled out another pair of pink ruffle panties and another pink ruffle bra. She stood there, holding them in one hand asking “Do you think we should show up to dinner dressed the same?”
The sight of her standing there, holding the matching bra and panties in her hand, head cocked with the questioning look on her face was priceless. I started to laugh and nodded my head saying “It would be a shame if we didn’t, don’t you think?”
Cathy smiled back and it was obvious to us both that I knew she had planned and hoped for this. “Yes, we shouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.” She said.
She handed me the ruffle panties and bra, still on the hangers, unhooked the towel under her arm, pulled the towel off and threw it on the bed. Standing in front of me naked, she looked at me saying “I think you should show me what you learned, Greg. Why don’t you dress me?”
I knew grammatically her statement was a question. But, as far as I was concerned, it was a statement and I interpreted it as a command. ‘OH YEAH!’ I thought, ‘Sure, I’ll dress you.’
I unhooked the bra from the hanger and undid the clasp in the back. Moving up closer to her now, I drank up the youthful beauty of her body. Her shapely breasts jiggled in front of me with virtually no sag. Her nipples were pink and rich in color and it took all my will power to keep from putting my mouth on the little nipples and sucking them deeply.
I looked at her up and down. She stood and allowed it, too, even spreading her legs a bit so I could see her tender lips and the hood of her clit at the top. She had a fine body it was supple and youthful and as far as I could tell, fairly inexperienced. I wondered if I would be able to enjoy her tonight, or if instead, she was going to enjoy me……
I laid the bra over my shoulder and tentatively reached a hand up to one of her boobs. When she didn’t move back or say anything, I touched her, cupping her breast in my hand. I brought my other hand up to the other breast and held them, feeling the weight of her boobs as I gently hefted them up and down. My fingers reached for her nipples and I gently squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back saying “Ahhh, that’s nice.”
“Are you guys ready yet?” Julie yelled from the kitchen.
Shattered out of my breast feeling trance, I yanked my hands away from her breasts when I heard Julie’s voice. “It’s okay,” Cathy said, pulling my hands back up to cover her young breasts, “you can look and touch…. you just can’t insert anything in me. That’s the rules.” She smiled and reached down to rub my cock through my ruffled panties.
“We’ll be there in three minutes!” Cathy yelled back to Julie.
“So, then,” I asked, “do the rules apply to you, too? You can’t insert anything in me?”
She smiled a devilish grin and shook her head ‘NO’, then said “Come on now, get me dressed.”
I let go of her breasts, but not until I gave the nipples a sharp playful squeeze. Pulling her ruffle bra from it’s resting spot on my shoulder, I reached around her to wrap the bra around her waist and clasp it in the front like she showed me. I twisted it around and started to pull it up. As I did, she put her arms through the straps and I pulled them over her shoulders and set the straps in place.
Her hands went up to adjust her boobs in the cups, holding the material of the cup away from her body as she reached inside to adjust the lay of each boob inside each cup. Satisfied with the fit, she placed her open hands under each cup and felt them as a last check to ensure the bra fit nice and snug.
I jokingly asked if I was going to have to clean that bra, too…. Referring to my earlier sperm cleaning episode, to which she just laughed and said “We’ll see….”
I reached for her pair of the ruffle panties and knelt down next to her. Just as she had done for me, I held the panties open for her to step into. Peering into the juncture of her legs I was treated to the sight of her wet pussy lips slightly parting as she raised one leg to step into the panties I was holding open. Instead of letting her step into the panties, though, I nuzzled my face into her crotch and inhaled deeply. She smelled different that Julie, but, it wasn’t a bad difference, just different. I was still very excited and turned on to be just millimeters away from another woman’s vagina and with my wife’s permission, no less.