She was a vision of beauty and grace. I felt on top of the world.I was fuller than I’d hoped I’d be, but neither of us could resist dessert. Laura...had the Grasshopper Pie – one of my favorites. I went with the Blueberry Cheesecake. Again, we shared with suggestive moans and expressions. The sweetness of the dessert and looks between us as we fed bites to each other released a flood of pheromones that continued to stoke our fires.We finished dinner and walked out the front door. No sooner out. John realised it was impossible to refuse and handed over the bag. Marie made appreciative noises and gasps as she took each item from the bag, laying out the underwear and nightwear on the bed carefully as she did, with gentleness and reverence John recognised. When she had finished with the clothes she pulled out the pair of shoes John had intended to wear, and his bag with make up and last but not least the shoulder length black wig. By now John felt the ground should open up and swallow. So there I was twenty-eight years old and I was sitting pretty behind a director's desk at head office, although still some two hundred miles away from home. But life was good as far as I was concerned; I had a nice flat all bought and paid for. There was plenty of totty about, when I could be bothered. Hey, I was a very "eligible" bachelor with an impressive income and an assured future and I was having the time of my bloody life.And then came the day. There I was sitting in the office. We stayed at a Travel Lodge near Bridge of Don, checking in was a bit awkward as the male and female behind the counter kept looking at me knowingly knowing what we were getting up to. When we got to our room, we chatted on the bed and she had brought some drink to help us relax. She was a fuller figured woman, with a sexy big arse, I started to caress her arse through her jeans, and was gently touching her face and hair, she was smiling so I told her how gorgeous she was and started to kiss.