. again, or so I thought.It was Labor day weekend, that I got the shock of my life. Michael was called away for a job overseas that was going to keep ...im there for a week. It had been over two weeks since we had sex. Plenty of teasing but before any real action, Michael found some reason to stop. Not that it was an issue, nor was I upset, as this happens from time to time. However, I was a frustrated man.I was anxious for Michael to leave, as I now had several days to be in my Remy. So bad of. I felt the elastic waistband grow twice astaunt as it developed wider, an intricate pattern of lace now embeddedtight against my body. Already it pressed its pattern into my skin. Thegroin area thinned down to a minute span, which felt dreadful as it fellbetween the divide of my bottom. I thought it might climb right up thereand leave altogether. I had barely enough mental opportunity to realize I wasnow wearing woman's under-drawers. Skimpy women's under-drawers.Then the truly astounding began. I shut down the thrusters and shifted the suit until I was in the ship's path. It was a minute before they were close and I opened the comm, "I will be boarding in a second, stand by."The ship started to pass by and I moved as I used the suit thrusters to slid to the far side airlock. I used the suit grapple to catch the ship and set the drag. The ship pulled away before the line settled and I began reeling myself in. I touched the airlock and moved to the controls before using a device one of. She walked briskly through the moonlight lit park, checking her high value watch as she went. Despite the beads of sweat forming on her brow she pulled her fur-lined jacket tighter around her toned body. 2:15am, if she wasn't careful she'd be late and it would delay the rest of her schedule. Adrenaline coursed through her entire body and a smile spread across her face as she approached the bench that was her destination. She looked around, checking up and down the paths for any nearby people.