The Neighbor - Chapter One
By: Krstnsatin@aol.com
My awakening into the wonderful world of femininity came
about so easily and yet so innocently. Who would have
ever thought I would have been introduced to the
complete world of feminization; something so wonderful.
I was so lucky to have found a neighbor like Melissa.
As I gaze upon her as she silently sleeps on the pink
satin sheets of our bed, I wonder what would have been
had I not met her.
My first exposure to the wonderful world of femininity
began when I was 10. Discovering
a pair of panties left laying the bathroom, I found the
silky smooth sensation delightful, as I slipped into
them. As time went on I became braver and ventured into
my sisters' room experimenting with a wide variety of
lingerie. For some reason, I think she knew, as there
were
always plenty of satin and silky items left haphazardly
strewn around the room. Ironically enough
she never discovered me wearing her things but would
often come very close, within minutes of catching me
delighting in the sensual arousal produced by the silk
and lace treasures found in her room. Nothing was ever
said, and I never talked to anyone, fearing the ridicule
I knew would happen if ever was caught dressed in her
delicate lingerie.
I graduated college when I was 22 and wound up getting a
great job quite a far distance from home. It was finally
time for me to be on my own. Knowing there was a special
side to me,
I never really entered into any deep lasting
relationships, fearing discovery of my special secret,
so I wound up moving alone to my new job. I was finally
on my own and was delighted in knowing that finally, I
could live as I wished. I settled into an upscale modern
apartment complex that catered to a diverse crowd. Most
of the other tenants were young , just getting started
like myself, and each day I would meet many of them in
the hallway, on the way to the mailbox, or in
one of the laundry rooms situated next to my apartment.
I met Melissa, my neighbor the second day after I had
moved in. We both walked down the hallway together on
our way to the mailbox and chatted casually. She was a
walking doll,
with a stunning look about her. She wasn't really built,
as a matter of fact she appeared to be somewhat flat
chested, but with gorgeous legs and a perfectly rounded
tight ass. Her shoulder length auburn hair fell about a
soft glowing face with piercing green eyes and soft
sensuous lips. As we talked, I found myself mesmerized
with her beauty and her deep sultry voice. I decided
immediately that I must get to know her better. We both
agreed that after I got settled in that I would fix us
dinner.
My first week of work went quickly and Saturday finally
rolled around. I had decided to redo my wardrobe as soon
as practically possible, and wound up visiting the
nearby mall. My head was swimming with all the
possibilities and my first stop was every girls dream
store, Victoria's Secret. It was still somewhat early
and there were no others in the store. My sales
assistant must have immediately sensed that my purchases
would be for me but seemed cheerful to help nonetheless.
After purchasing about a dozen pairs of various satin
and lace panties and spandex and satin panties, we
decided that I should have several matching satin slip
chemises.
Along with the slips she suggested several bras and I
decided to wait a while before purchasing that
particular item. My final selection was a gorgeous satin
sleep set negligee with a stunning satin and lace robe
to match, all in soft elegant feminine pink. I was so
excited to get my treasures home, and I am certain my
salesgirl sensed my excitement as she rung up my
purchases. With a wink and a smile she told me to enjoy
and please come back, she would be delighted to assist
me again.
Returning home, I had decided to wash my new treasures
along with several other items of lingerie that need
washing. I wanted to slip into my new pretties as soon
as possible so I opted to first feminize myself and bath
and shave. I wanted to experience the wonderful
sensation on smooth shaven soft perfumed skin. The
bubble bath was heaven and for the first time in my life
I was finally shedding myself of my ugly hair on my
chest, arms, underarms, and legs. Smoothing on my softly
scented vanilla lotion caused quite a wonderful burning
in my loins, a burning that would soon be satisfied.
I ran my laundry items down the hall and started my
first load of delicate wash. Wanting to be somewhat
discrete about what I was washing, I threw several white
dress shirts in with my
soft ivory and pink items. Pulling up a chair, I read a
Cosmopolitan as I waited for my laundry to finish. Just
as the machine finished, the door opened to the laundry
room and I was no longer alone. My Melissa stepped in
and asked if I would be finished with the machine. I was
delighted to oblige and quickly unloaded my clothing
from the machine, but in an embarrassing stumble dropped
several pairs of the French cut satin panties to the
floor. Fearing the worse, I started to stutter an
explanation. With a soft pleasant smile, she stooped to
pick up my panties, held them up and said they were
absolutely stunning. Turning several shades of crimson
red, I couldn't think of anything else to say. My mouth
felt like cotton and the only thing that came across my
mind was to slither out of there as soon as possible. We
threw the last several items in the dryer and Melissa
reminded me to set the dryer on the coolest setting
possible. With a stroke of luck, I heard my phone
ringing, so excusing myself, with the feeling of deep
relief, I bolted from the laundry room and down the hall
to my apartment.
My heart was pounding and I was furious with myself for
being so stupid. I was positive she thought I was some
sort of weirdo. She knew I wasn't married and lived
alone. " What would any guy want with
panties", I kept asking myself. I tried thinking of
any kind of scenario that would seem normal, but panic
stricken, I was unable to think of anything. I guess I
would just have to forget ever having any chance with my
beautiful sexy neighbor. Then I suddenly remembered that
I still had to remove my stuff from the dryer when it
was done.
Now I really felt lost trying to think of something to
say to Melissa if she was still in the laundry room. I
waited as long as possible and finally decided to just
go face the music. Even though,
the laundry room door was about 30 feet from my door,
the walk seemed much further. I strained to hear if any
of the machines were running and could hear the dryer
running. Opening the door,
I found a surprise that reassured me that Melissa might
have a different opinion of me.
Perched on top of the dryer was my laundry basket, where
I had left it, but inside, I found all of my items
neatly folded, with an additional surprise on the top of
the pile. Placed neatly on the top of the pile was a
stunning pair of ivory white satin and lace panties with
attached garters.
They matched one of the chemises that I had bought
earlier in the day perfectly. A note was neatly folded
with the panties, with the soft scent of Obsession. The
note read, " You may like these, they are my
favorite. Melissa". Taking a deep breath, I was
puzzled but yet extremely aroused. Glancing inside I was
further delighted to find they were size 8, my size
also. I couldn't stand it anymore and quickly headed
back to my apartment.
Once inside the privacy of my apartment, I immediately
stripped off my sweat pants and shirt and ripped off my
now precum stained every day panties. Then with the
delicacy of a mother softly dressing her baby, I
carefully slipped my Melissa's panties over my smooth
silky legs. In all the years of my dressing, I had never
felt the deep sensuous erotic sensations these
satin panties caused. I looked up to the full dressing
mirror and realized that I must add the matching slip
chemise. As the cool silky material slipped past my
nipples and gently caressed the head of my now throbbing
cock bulging from the waistband of the panties, I was
suddenly brought back to reality by a soft knock at my
door. "Ken, can I come in?" It was Melissa.
Without even thinking, I opened the front door, totally
exposing myself to her view. Suddenly I realized how
stupid I must have looked and was about ready to close
the door as fast as I had opened it. With a smile on her
face, she softly replied, "You look gorgeous, but
these stockings will make you look prettier with that
outfit." In her outstretched hand, she held a
beautiful pair of ivory white, lace top, thigh high
stockings. She stepped into my apartment and closed the
door behind her. There before me stood a goddess,
dressed in a flowing ivory satin dressing gown, covering
an even more stunning ensemble of satin tap panties and
a pretty satin and lace camisole.
She reached out and softly grabbed my hand, leading me
to the bedroom saying, "It may be easier to help
you put these on, sitting on the bed." Her long
slender fingers delicately lifted the lace hem of my
slip exposing my now throbbing cock bobbing from the
waistband of my panties. With her other hand she softly
grabbed my hardness, leaning forward, she softly kissed
the head, leaving her glossy pink lipstick there as a
reminder of how wonderful her lips felt.
Slowly she rose before me and giving her head a toss she
said, "Baby, those panties seem to do the same for
you as they do for me." My hypnotized gaze slowly
ran to her panties and fixed on a now hardening cock in
her panties, and a sudden rush of delight filled my now
feminine clad body.
It never dawned on me that someone so beautiful could
be.... well special. Whispering, Melissa asked,
"Does my pretty baby like what she sees?" I
could only answer with a breathless "yes."
Rising from the bed to meet her, we locked in a
passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. All the
fantasies, thrills, and desires now began to rush
through my head, making me weak at the knees.
"Melissa, let's talk, I want to know all about you,
you are my dream come true,” I said. "Sweetie,
first let's finish making you pretty and we can talk
while I finish making you look gorgeous," was her
reply. "I have everything we need back in my
apartment, and we can enjoy making you pretty
there." We locked our hands together, and casually
strolled across the hallway to her apartment, and
stepped inside... two very special...girls.
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Brianna Austin
2002
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