Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 20:46:43 -0500 (CDT)

From: string400@verizon.net

Subject: The Box

It was Wednesday. I came back to the house about 6:30PM. Put the car

in the garage, checked for mail, then went up the stairs to the front door.

There was a package, unexpected.

Opening the door, I picked up the package and went inside...duh! Hung

up my coat, put the package in the kitchen and went to piss. Washed my

hands, face, brushed my teeth and went back to the kitchen and put the

kettle on for some tea. Went to the living room and put on the music,

Annie Lennox playing now. Went back to the kitchen, kettle boiling. Made

tea.

Looking at the package, clearly addressed to me, no return address.

Should I open it or what? Since there was no return address, I figured it

would sit there forever unless I did. I took it and my tea to the dining

room, placed it on the table and sat. Should I or shouldn't I? All sorts

of things went through my head, bombs...etc. Finally I just went for it

and took out my pocket knife and carefully cut the tape...no explosion.

Not that I really, really expected one, but, you never know.

Now, let's see what's inside. Opening the flaps, the first thing I

saw was a colorful, patterned cloth. Lifting it from the box I realized it

was a dress, label says size 6. Wondered if she would be disappointed, the

dress was obviously silk, very expensive, very nice. Well, having started,

I decided to carry on. I took out the dress, to reveal another two, one

black, one red, silk, also very, very nice. Then two wigs, blonde and

black, shoulder length, makeup kit. Very expensive looking, everything in

it, lipsticks, eyeliners, mascaras, blushes, etc. Somebody is really going

to be disappointed, I thought. Delving deeper, I found things that looked

like breasts, breast forms I guess, and somethings I eventually realized

were hip forms. At the bottom of the box I pulled out some lingerie, silk

yet again, black panties, bra, garters, stockings. Same in red and pink.

Now, I was getting excited, why wasn't it me? The last things in the box

were jewelry; two gold necklaces, earrings to match and a small bag. I

thought somebody knows what a woman wants, and sent it. To the wrong

address!

Got up to make another cup of tea, decided on wine instead. Looked in

the bag and found some perfume, hair remover gel, and moisture cream.

Aside from the breast and hip forms, I thought this woman would feel very

sexy in the clothes, makeup, etc. Another glass of wine. Was about to put

everything back in the box when I noticed another bag in the bottom of the

box. Opening it I found more silk; camisoles, panties, robes; obviously

nightwear. I thought how sexy this woman would look in these clothes, I

found myself aroused, more than aroused, very, very, very, oh, you know

what I mean. I was also embarassed, probably because I was aroused, and

put all of the things back into box. Put the box in the closet and got

another glass of wine. Went to watch a DVD, Point of No Return, Briget

Fonda is hot!

A couple of weeks later, a Friday night, I came across the box.

Storage type closet, not much need to go there. Took the box out and put

it in the dining room, figured I would look at it later and try again to

find out who it was for or who it came from. Went about my business, a

couple of beers, a shower, and off to a local bar to have a few beers and

shoot some pool. Played a few games, won some, lost some. Met a guy,

Charlie, who I had played pool with before. A few more games, a few more

beers, called for a taxi and went home.

Woke up Saturday, obviously, went downstairs to make some tea,

shower, shave, etc. Looked outside, miserable day for going anywhere,

about 18 inches of snow overnight. Decided to skip the shower until the

snow stopped, or eased off so I could shovel. An hour later the snow

stopped, an hour and a half later the driveway way done, except for the

entrance where the town, as usual seemed to dump all of the snow from the

road. They seem to do this everywhere it snows; and it's full of salt and

sand, so you need to be a weight lifter to move it. Back into the house

and another cup of tea. Went to the dining room, noticed the box and

started to go through it again, the silks felt fantastic, really turned me

on.

I started thinking that, as I wasn't going anywhere today, why not try

on the dresses? After showering and shaving I put on the black one first.

The sensation of the silk against my skin excited me more than I thought

possible. I was embarrassed again, but also extremely hard. It looked out

of place, a tent in a dress like that. I tried to hide it between my legs

for awhile to no avail. Finally in desperation, I masturbated. It was

incredible, I didn't think that wearing a dress would have excited me so

much! I don't think I've ever come so much before. Cleaning up, I thought

that if just wearing the dress excited me so much, what would I feel if I

really got dressed. Then another thought, the silk felt so good againt my

shaved face, what would it feel like on a hairless body?

Well, into the box I went, found the hair remover, read the

instructions (for a change), and back to the shower. I watched in

amazement as the tub filled with the hair that easily came off my body. I

had to clean the strainer about ten times before the water flowed freely

and my body had been cleared of all hair. I was afraid to use the cream on

my private areas, there were no cautions, but I decided to be careful. I

shaved, that was an experience!

Got out of the shower, dried and cleaned up before trimming my brows,

rather than pluck; trimming seemed easier and less painful. Back to the

box, got out some lotion and rubbed it all over, it felt so sensuous, guess

who was hard again? I decided to try to ignore it and lay the contents of

the box on the dining room table:

three dresses, silk, black and red, tank top style (probably another name

for them),and the bright one, half sleeve, calf length. three bra and

panty sets, with garters, silk, black, pink and red two pair of stockings,

black, silk one makeup kit two wigs, black, blond, both shoulder length

breast forms hip forms two pair of shoes, 3" heels, black, red two teddys,

with robes, black and red, silk one pair black pajamas, man's (funny how I

hadn't noticed them before) two sets earrings, gold, string two gold

necklaces, 12"

So down to it. First the panties, I decided to go with the black. As

I was putting them on I noticed what seemed to be a pocket of some kind,

then I realized what it was for. Didn't think much about it, but it did

the job. If you looked, there wasn't a man in there. Bra next, breast

forms (with adhesive), garter, and after much fumbling and sheer luck,

stockings. Before starting with the makeup, I rememebered the hip forms

and slipped them in. You can't guess how femine I felt. And so hard and

horny. The dress came next, picked the black one again. Everything felt

so good against my skin, I didn't really care where it came from, it was

great and now it was for me.

I put on a robe and started to go through the makeup box. Amazing

stuff. Mascara, eyeliner, blush, lipstick, nail polish, even false nails,

foundation, everything. I went for the foundation first, seemed like a

good place to start. Luckily I had seen my ex-girlfriend put it on, so it

wasn't so bad, maybe a little thick. But as it turned out, my skin absorbed

some of it I guess and it looked really good. Next eyeliner, then shadow,

I picked a light pink with some glitter; mascarra, and a nice red lipstick

to finish off. I put on the heels and went to the living room to see how I

looked, I didn't really believe the transformation. I don't know if it was

imagination or I really looked good, not a beauty but passable, I thought.

Went back to the kitchen to put on the kettle, looked at the clock,

half-past eleven, it took me about two hours to do, but it was worth it. I

wasn't going anywhere anyway, with all the snow.

While the kettle was doing its thing, I went and put on both necklaces

and a pair of the string earrings, I thought I was finally finished. Then

a knock at the door, now I was finished!

I couldn't really ignore the door, even though all the blinds and

curtains were drawn, the music was on, some lights etc. I walked carefully

to a window and looked out. It was Charlie, with some packages, and only

wearing a light jacket. Charlie was about 5' 11", well built, but not

overly muscular, brown hair and eyes, not a model type, but not bad looking

for a guy. Couldn't see a car or truck. He seemed to be cold; I decided

to answer the door and ask what he wanted. He knocked again, and I jumped

slightly, enough so that I almost tripped in the heels. I made it to the

door and said, "Who's there?, in a quiet voice, trying to sound feminine.

"Charlie, ma'am"

"What can I do for you, Charlie?"

"Well, my car got stuck in the snow at the curve, and I can't get it out.

I left my cell at home, and I was wondering if you could call for a tow

truck or cab for me"

I thought to myself, I can't leave him out there, and it's starting to

snow again. But what would he think if he saw me, a guy, all dressed up.

I decided that I would let him in and say I was rehearsing for a local

play. I opened the door and in he came with the packages, and before I

could say anything he said, "You look great. Going out with your husband

or boyfriend?"

Surprised, but pleasantly (this was the first time I've ever done anything

remotely like this, and here I was thinking how nice it was), and closing

the door I replied, "I not married and I don't have a boyfriend."

"I find that extremely hard to believe."

Changing the subject, I asked, "What's in the packages?"

"Some food for dinner, some wine and a bottle of scotch." "I was

going over to a friends' house, guys night type of thing." "Steak,

potatoes, peas/carrots, mushrooms for dinner, scotch for us." "My friends'

wife is away and we were going to watch a football game and basically

chill." "The wine was for her when she got home." "Don't think I can make

it now." "How about I make us dinner, I mean, if you don't mind having a

stranger in your house?"

"Well, yes... no, I mean okay, I guess."

"Great, where's the kitchen?" "I have to marinate the steaks for a

few hours, they should be ready for cooking about four, dinner will be

served shortly thereafter, ma'am." "Would you care for a drink?"

"A glass of wine would be nice." "Will you be having wine, Charlie?"

"No, thanks. I prefer scotch."

I got the opener and some glasses, Charlie opened the wine and scotch,

gave me mine and poured a drink for himself. While he prepared the steaks,

I took my drink and went to the living and sat down. While waiting for

Charlie I started thinking about what I was doing. Dressed and acting like

a woman, with a man treating me like one, I couldn't explain it to myself,

I felt comfortable.

Charlie came in and sat next to me. We started talking, small talk,

he made me laugh. When a slow song came on he asked me to dance, I refused

at first, but he persisted.

Eager inside, but appearing relutant, I let him help me up. I really

didn't know why I was feeling this good. I never felt any attraction to

men, but for some reason this man really turned me on, made me fell

comfortable, like this was the way it was supposed to be. It almost didn't

cross my mind, but did he know? I was beginning not to care one way or the

other. I felt good and if things worked out, I would make him feel good

too. What am I thinking? Oh well, I just want to dance close to him while

I have the chance. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me toward him,

I had no other place to put my arms but on his shoulders; yes, I thought

this was right. His hands found their way to the small of my back and

gently forced me closer to him, I rested my head on his chest and let

myself go. Slowly we danced, pressing our bodies against each other. I

felt the bulge pushing against my hip, it made me fell wonderful, he's

turned on also. We continued for two or three songs before a fast one came

on, then he kissed me, full on the lips, his tongue easing its way into my

mouth. What was I doing, enjoying it! We kissed for several minutes, I

wanted him to take me right there, but he broke off and actually apologized

for being so forward. We then sat down, and tried to start a conversation

again.

After a few moments of silence, I decided to go for it. I wanted this

person, this man, I slid off the sofa and knelt between his legs. Looking

up at him while I slowly unzipped his fly, I saw, or thought I saw that he

wanted me, it, too. I gently eased his rock hard cock from its hiding

place. I had read about cock sucking, but had never even thought about

trying it, and now I felt I wanted nothing else. I hoped I would please

him. It looked about seven inches long, cut, and I don't know why, but

just about the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, or touched. I started

gently licking, kissing and nibbling my way down and up this wonderful

tool, cock. Tasting so good, so hot, so hard, yet so soft. Down and up,

down and up for a few minutes licking his precum from the tip, what an

amazing taste, I couldn't wait any longer, I had to have him in my mouth,

throat, inside me. I placed my lips on the head of his cock and sucked it

into my mouth, rolling my tongue all around, taking in the precum and

feeling his hardness. I never thought I'd be doing anything like this, and

wanting to, and enjoying it.

I started taking him further into my mouth, down a little, up a little

less, with each passing moment I had more and more of his cock in my mouth.

I soon reached the back of my mouth, and was worried about the gag, turns

out a slight push downwards and his head passed easily into my throat. I

thought now that this is definitely what I was meant for. A few moments

later, my nose was deep in his pubic hairs, and my chin touched his warm,

lovely balls. I was in heaven. I started to move my head up and down on

his cock, sucking, using my tongue and lips to apply pressure to please

this man. I was no longer worried about what he would think, I knew he was

getting the best blow job he ever had, and I thought how good it made me

feel. Cock in my mouth, throat, up and down, up and down, I didn't want it

to end, but I knew it must. I felt him tense and his cock grew even larger

and harder, I sucked harder and when he started coming I pushed my face

into his pubic hairs and sucked some more. After a few seconds I felt him

starting to grow softer, I continued to suck gently but firmly, I wanted

all of his sweet come, every drop, and I think I got it. Letting him

slowly out of my mouth I noticed that I was rock hard myself, funny that

didn't occur to me while I was enjoying myself. Looking up at him from my

position I could see that he was sated, I hoped that he would want more

because I did.

He helped me up and drew me close to him, I sat next to and he kissed

me, more deeply and intensely than before. He whispered, "That was the

best" as he kissed and gently caressed my ass. I almost came in my

panties. Calming down a bit, I excused myself and went to the bathroom to

straighten up, he said he would start dinner and get us a refill on the

drinks. When I got back, he stood and took me in his arms and kissed and

held me ever so tightly. I melted in his arms, feeling my legs give way

slightly I held onto him as we continued kissing. He suggested that we skip

dinner and go to bed, I couldn't wait, I wanted him inside me so badly, but

I also didn't want this night to end. I said, "There's plently of time, I

really enjoy the way you've been treating me. Let's not waste dinner, and

I bet dessert will be fantastic." He agreed and kissed me again.

While he prepared the steaks and mushrooms, I set the table, lit some

candles, and selected a quiet CD. I went to the kitchen and watched him

cook, I felt so good, I finished my wine, poured us both another round and

put them in the dining room. I went back in the kitchen and put my arms

around his waist and held him close. I was thinking I was falling in love.

Four or five hours ago, there was no way I would have thought this

possible. I felt every bit a woman now, except in one way, which I hoped,

I knew, would happen soon. He asked me to let go, dinner was ready. He

would get it together and said I should go and sit down at the table. I

didn't want to let go, but did .

Charile came in the dining room a few minutes later, two plates in his

hands. He set one down in front of me, "Very hot", "You too." After he

brought in the rest, we helped ourselves to vegetables, steak, potatoes,

etc. Everything looked so good, I took a bit of everything. We talked as

we ate, nothing in particular, just general world news. I can't even

remember which war was going on, they all go on forever. I rubbed my foot

against his legs unconsciously, probably throughout dinner, I felt so

comfortable with him. We finished and I started to clean up when he said

he would do it, "Change into something more comfortable, or go choose a

movie. I decided to do both.

When he had all the dishes in his hands and was passing me to the

kitchen I put my hands on his belt and held him. I slid off of the chair

and unzipped his trousers again. I wanted him so much, again. I released

his hardening cock and gently played with it. Kissed it, licked it,

nibbled it. It wasn't long, about two seconds, and he was as hard as a

rock. I didn't know it, but we were too close to the table and he was able

to put down the dishes and he pulled me away from him. He then knelt with

me, gently pushed me onto my back, and put my legs over his shoulders.

This was it I thought, I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him inside me, to

fuck me like I should be fucked. He reached for the olive oil on the

table, and spread it on my ass and his cock. Any lubricant is better than

nothing, I thought. He massaged my ass with the oil and gently slipped

one, then two fingers into my ass. Working in and out, he quickly had me

fucking his fingers. Oh, I wanted his cock inside me.

After a few, he placed his cock between my legs, his head pushed

against my tight virgin hole, I felt it spreading me. It didn't hurt as

much as I thought, and the pleasure was intense, with short strokes he

pushed more and more of his wonderful cock into my eager ass. I moaned

loudly when I felt his balls against my ass, he was fully inside me, "Fuck

me, hard and long", I said as I grabbed his ass. He pulled out about half

way then back again, I was delirious with pleasure. In my position, he was

in complete control and he used me, perfectly. Long, strong, strokes.

Slow at first, but the tempo increased, as did my pleasure. Faster and

harder, he slammed his cock into me, then I felt him tense. This pushed me

over the edge, I started coming and almost passed out as he shoved his cock

into me to the hilt and unloaded, seemed like gallons of his juice. He let

my legs down and collasped on top of me, both of us completely spent, we

fell asleep on the floor. When I awoke I was wrapped in his arms, I felt

all safe and warm. This was a day to remember, and as I pressed myself to

him, I knew the night would be one to remember as well.