As a man there is something very special about wearing tights and stockings, its all about the feel and the elegants and I strongly believe it is a tr...ly a sexy look despite being very taboos for allot of people. Being at one with your femininity is nothing to be ashamed of. Hope that gives a bit of a picture of myself, i don’t want to digress to much so lets get on with part1 of my story, hope you enjoy. Quick disclaimers: the Mistress in this story is sadly no longer working and to protect. The written instructions had been for her to be a young uninhibited French girl from a small village in the Dordogne. They had included the usual order to obey him but to merely keep his guests happy. In an accent as close to French she could manage, Aurora held out a tray, ‘May I give you one, sir?’ She asked. Charlie looked up from the low sofa at the long legs and tried to smile, failing with an absurd grin. Bending over him with the tray she felt the cotton of her panties pull tight between. I told him my address. Walking out to the parking lot, I saw Ashley standing by her brothers car in her skimpy cheerleading outfit. Her back turned to us which gave me a good view of the wonderful ass. When she heard us walking up, she was prepared to yell at her brother, but when she saw me, she lit up. Hey Jay! she said giving me a quick hug before blushing realizing what she just did. I didnt know you were riding with us. She gave her brother a mean glare. It was a last second thing really,. I knew where Drew's new apartment was, and did the entire 6-hour drive through the dark and snow to get there as fast as possible. I tried to prepare myself for what I would say to him, especially given the atomic bomb of a fact that I had fallen head over heels for the guy. I was terrified that if I just opened up with that, he wouldn't believe me. It would come off as me using him even more, but now as a fuck-buddy or backup partner until something better came along. I wanted him forever, but.