Saturday 2nd June 2018
Knightswood
Glasgow
I waved to my dad and step-mum as they drove out of the street, heading to Glasgow Airport. They were flying to Berlin for a two-week romantic break to celebrate their anniversary. My dad had never been to the German capital. My step-mum had lived and worked there, so I was looking forward to sharing her local knowledge.
Greg, my stepbrother, was in prison, having served one year of a six-year sentence for armed robbery. While he was one of two people who’d been wanted in connection with the crime, the other guy had never been found. Greg maintained that he was innocent and had never been involved in any criminal activity.
I recalled meeting Greg once when I’d come home from uni for a weekend, and I’d found it hard to believe when I’d later heard about his imprisonment. He was twenty-two, the same age as me, and seemed like a really nice guy. I hoped he was innocent and it would be proved that he’d been wrongfully imprisoned. I’d written to him several times to boost his morale.
Now that I’m back home, I’ll visit him next week to remind him that I believe in his innocence.
Being on my own was an excuse to remain in my short robe. It was nine o’clock in the morning, and I’d had breakfast, so I returned to my room and momentarily stared at my bags. I’d have to get organised before relaxing properly. I unpacked, and after placing my laptop on my desk, it occurred to get my washing out of the way, too.
I took my laundry bag downstairs and separated items as I fed them into the machine. I paused and gazed at the final few garments. A pair of black tights, lace panties, a blouse and a skirt. They were items that Kathryn, my step-mum, had loaned me when I’d last been home.
I might as well get this stuff washed and put it in her room.
An hour later, I was still in my short robe, but I’d unpacked, emptied the washing machine, and hung everything on the rotary line in the back garden. It felt kinky hanging the washing out in my robe, but only the people living on either side would have seen me, so I wasn’t worried. It was a sunny day and ideal for drying, so I was pleased with myself and went back upstairs to change.
I dried myself after my shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked along the landing to my room. When unpacking, I found a pair of black high-heeled sandals that Kathryn had also loaned me. She’d made me try them on to prove they’d fit because they were toeless. I lifted them and strolled along to the main bedroom. The wardrobes took up one wall, effectively a line of mirrored doors. Kathryn’s wardrobes, I recalled, were the last three doors.
I’d only been in the large bedroom that one time when she had loaned me her things. Blouses, skirts, dresses and other items hung neatly on the rails. I knew my step-mum wasn’t yet forty, but a glance at her outfits reminded me that she looked and dressed like a woman ten years younger. I placed the black sandals beside other shoes on a bottom shelf and noted that she had several pairs of high heels. I slid the wardrobe door closed and looked around.
The dresser, complete with its three-piece mirror, was tidy, and the make-up was neatly organised to one side. I inhaled the lingering sweet fragrance in the room and looked around again. The bedroom appeared bigger thanks to the mirrors. I walked across to the side of the dresser and leaned on the red, cushioned bar stool that stood there. When I looked down into the back garden, the rotary drier was spinning gently, and I grinned when I saw the blouse, skirt, panties, and tights lifting in the breeze. Those few borrowed items brought back pleasant memories.
“Naughty, naughty, Stephan,” I murmured when I felt my cock lifting my towel. When I looked at the make-up items on the dresser, my arousal got stronger. I stepped back and pulled open the drawers individually to find jewellery, bras, panties, and tights.
“Oh, so tempting, but I’m not going there.”
I went to the bathroom to freshen up. A new power shower had been fitted above the bath at one end, so I was initially undecided about whether to take a shower or a bath.
I’d better shower because if I relax in a bath, I won’t want to get out.
While under the hot spray spreading gel over my body, I closed my eyes and imagined it was someone else’s hands. I parted my legs and eased a slippery finger between my buttocks. It didn’t take long before I was probing my tight hole and gripping my throbbing cock. I thought about how aroused I’d become when I’d dressed like a girl, wearing the items Kathryn had loaned me. As I eased my fingertip into my bum hole, I pumped my other arm faster and faster. I closed my eyes, imagining someone else was relieving me. I shot my load. It had been months since I’d had a steady girlfriend, so wanking had been my sex life. I’d needed a good handjob to calm me down.
When I finally pulled on a T-shirt and jeans, I felt refreshed and ready for breakfast. Thankfully, the kitchen cupboards, fridge, and freezer were all well-stocked, so I wouldn’t be doing any shopping for a few days. I fixed myself cereal, coffee and toast and enjoyed the tranquillity.
I’d promised myself that I would totally relax for at least a week after graduation. Instead of going into Glasgow, I grabbed a light jacket and strolled a couple of miles to Clydebank. After walking around the shops and the mall, I went into a cafe for a lunchtime snack and a drink.
By the time I’d finished eating, my creative writing urge was kicking in. I’d been looking around at the other customers in the cafe and saw a couple of lovely girls in their late teens. They wore tight blouses, short skirts and high heels, which enhanced their appearance.
I pulled out my notebook and pen, and on a fresh page, I described the girls, highlighting their age, long hair, well-applied make-up, great figures and shapely legs.
I sipped coffee and grinned as I wrote a few opening lines for a story.
‘Jennifer and Carla sipped chilled fruit juice. Any guy in the cafe would see the two beautiful young girls and consider how best to approach them. The girls would have been pleasant, but they’d tease and lead someone on. When it came to romance, these two girls weren’t interested. They enjoyed discussing the kinky fantasies they shared.’
I stopped writing when a guy in his late teens joined the girls. His quiet voice and mannerisms caught my attention as he greeted them and sat at their table. I made a few notes about him and added another paragraph to my new story.
‘When a young man approached the girls, he was a friend, welcomed, not with a nod and smile, but with kisses on the cheeks. Alex wasn’t effeminate, but neither was he a hunk. He was one of those rare young men whose company was enjoyed by guys and girls alike.
I ordered another coffee, and with an occasional glance at the three friends seated nearby, I continued with my new story. I recalled one of the lecturers at uni suggesting that some of the best ideas came to a writer while relaxing rather than trying to come up with something. In line with that theory, I wrote a few notes about my new story idea before leaving the cafe.
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All the way home, I thought about how my tale might progress from the three friends meeting in the cafe. I sat at the corner desk in my bedroom, switched on my laptop, and got straight to work.
I need a working title.
The Film Star was my chosen title, so I set up the first chapter heading, and used my handwritten notes to get my initial ideas onto the screen. After the first few sentences, my fingers flew over the keyboard, and the story flowed. I wrote for an hour before stopping to see what I had.
I nodded with satisfaction. “That’s a good intro.”
I went to check on the washing out on the rotary line, and was pleased to find it was dry, so I took it straight upstairs. It only took a few minutes to separate and put away my clothes, and then I turned to deal with the items my step-mum had loaned me. I lifted the black tights, lace panties, blouse and skirt and took them to the main bedroom. I hung the blouse and skirt on coat hangers and put the tights and panties into dresser drawers where I found similar items. I looked around again at the neat layout, the full-length mirrored wardrobe doors, and the dresser with all the make-up laid out. The modern bar stool caught my eye, and I smiled.
I wondered why a bar stool would be in a bedroom until I recalled that Kathryn was a qualified beautician and sometimes still did makeovers at home as a sideline.
I went downstairs again, shaking my head, trying to deny the sensation in my underwear. I fixed a coffee and returned to my room for another hour on my story.
* * *
After dinner, I enjoyed a couple of beers and watched an adventure film. I didn’t watch the late news because I didn’t want to spoil my contented frame of mind. Instead, after the film, I selected the programme menu to see what the new big-screen television had to offer.
“Movie channels, sports channels, drama and adventure series channels … internet … oh, yes.”
My excitement ended when a small window appeared asking for an internet password.
“How am I supposed to know—” I turned over the remote control and looked at the strip of paper taped to the back. The line of numbers, letters and symbols had been a mystery to me earlier, but I now wondered if they might be the answer to my problem. I carefully entered what I hoped was the password and pressed the OK button.
“Success.” I enjoyed another drink and typed PORN into the Search window.
A long list of naughty websites appeared with brief descriptions. I had no idea what to watch, so I chose one randomly and watched a Glory Hole video. From there, I moved on to other categories. I watched Big Girls Together, Chubby Chasers, Gay and Bisexual Guys, Cum Shots, and Crossdressers.
By the time I arrived at the crossdresser videos, my jeans and boxers were down around my ankles, and I was stroking my tumescent cock. I was reaching my climax as I watched a handsome, muscular guy being given a handjob by an attractive crossdresser. When the crossdresser started sucking the hunk’s impressive cock, I was panting heavily.
“Yes, yes … oh fuck—” I shot my load over my belly and continued to watch the action.
I got cleaned up and went to bed, but before falling asleep, I had one recurring thought.
Which one of the two characters in the crossdresser video did I imagine I’d like to be?
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