Another long commute, another long dull day of shuffling papers and answering emails. It had been an exceptional lull between holidays and the grind was really beginning to take it’s toll.
The universe appeared unsympathetic today. The morning started off crisp, dew on the grass, birds singing. The sun rising slowly on the horizon filled the sky with color and promised, I thought, that today would be a good day.
But by the time I was finally able to get to my car after many tedious hours, a dreary gray sky had settled in. Rain fell and stopped, then fell again. The wet roads had slowed traffic. An accident hours earlier closed a lane on the highway. And people, being the brooding apes that we are, continued to pile into the que hoping the jam would clear just for us.
Today felt especially long, it’s my birthday today. My wife and I have been so busy for the last long while we haven’t had time to plan anything like we usually do. On top of everything else, she has to work tonight. A VIP client was visiting from another branch and she wouldn’t be home until late.
The rain patted the windshield, the wipers squeaked. And I rolled my car forward through the drugery.
“Gurl” Time
After an eternity, I pulled into my garage and turned off the engine. My hands ached, my ears rang, the muscles in my back unable to relax burned uncomfortably. The weight of the day, of the nine to five grind, of the God awful commute home pressed me down. I wanted a drink, I wanted a good meal, and I wanted to be someone else for a while.
I walked into the house and dropped my bag on the floor next to the kitchen table.
“I’ll deal with you later.” I told sack.
Whether or not the bag understood me, I felt a little better leaving behind some literal and metaphorical baggage.
I made my way to my bedroom. Halfway there my phone pinged,
[I’m sorry, my meeting isn’t going well. It could be a while yet.]
[Hi love, I had a day 😩 do you mind if Niki hangs out? 😘]
[Tell Niki I said hi ❤️]
[Call me when you’re on your way home. Good luck! I love you 💘]
[Love you too 💋]
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Nothing cheers me up better than good food and a cute outfit. My alter ego, Nikki as I came to call her, had collected a wardrobe full of beautiful dresses, sexy lingerie, high heels, wigs, make up, and all the accessories a “gurl” could want.
I picked out a matching set of Victoria’s secret underwear. A black satin bikini bottom with a lace rear, and a thick padded push up bra.
It took a while to decide what outfit Nikki should wear. Since it was a special day after all, the black and gold dress made the cut. It has a gold silk top with long loose sleeves and a deep v-cut front. The skirt is black faux leather with a sexy slit up the right thigh.
I pulled the dress on and zipped myself in. With each feminine layer more of my daily worries melted away. Nikki could live stress free, at least for a while, and as she came out of the wardrobe, one piece at a time, life turned surreal. The grind stopped grinding, the rain stopped raining, and the sky looked to lighten. If at least, though Nikki’s eyes.
Next was makeup, I’ve never been particularly good at it. Some YouTube videos and tiktoks have helped me make a passable look. Just enough makeup to be someone else, not so much to look like a clown.
A good shave, then good foundation and my go-to warm color pallet of eye shadow. Followed by liquid eyeliner for the perfect wings, mascara and carefully curled eyelashes. When I finished with my face and eyes I applied me favorite deep red lipstick.
A man in a dress, even with well applied makeup still doesn’t look like Nikki. Back at the wardrobe I took out Nikki’s “signature” wig. Long and curly with bangs to help frame her face. The shade of red was just a crimson, some gold would shine through in the right light. It’s dramatic, but of course it is, it’s Nikki’s.
Last were shoes. I wasn’t going out, so I could afford to be more daring with the heel. The Silver, studded, strappy, stiletto heel sandals did the trick. I slipped my feet in and clasped the strap around each ankle.
I stood carefully on the five inch heels and walked to the full length mirror for a final check. The heels made a satisfying clack clack on the hardwood floor.
In the mirror was Nikki. Not me anymore, all of my problems were somewhere else, another world or dimension or life. Seeing Nikki looking back in the mirror the last stresses, worries and angst dissolved.
My stomach growled… all this getting ready and I hadn’t thought a lock about dinner.
Dinner
As I strode to the kitchen my mind drifted, hearing the click clack of heels and feeling the gentle stretch in my calves from the extra height. Each step lifted my spirit by a touch.
“Alexa, play some music.”
Over the speakers a playful sound track began to fill the room. I shimmied clumsily to rhythm, never a good dancer I felt foolish but Nikki didn’t care. She was here to have a good time.
I rifled through the cabinets and refrigerator. On the drive home I had consoled myself to a simple frozen pizza or bowl of cereal. The thought of cooking at the time felt like yet another burden. But now, now I’m thinking Italian… pork medallions in garlic sauce with gnocchi? And who could forget the wine!
As they say, “time flies when you’re having fun.” It took an hour or so and a couple glasses of wine to get dinner made. I set the table and served myself a plate. I lit some candles and turned the lights low. “Just a nice romantic dinner for one then.” I said to myself.
I checked my phone, still no messages. That meeting must be going really badly to not hear anything yet. I took an Instagram worthy photo of dinner and sent it to her.
[Too bad I have to eat this all alone.]
The food was great, the music was good, and I had Nikki to thank for it.
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There was always something arousing being dressed, maybe it was the woman in the mirror, maybe how relaxed I felt. Clearing the table I began to notice the feel of the different materials on my body. The silk caressing my arms and shoulders, the faux leather squeezing my thighs gently each time I took a step. And the satin and lace against my manhood.
As I moved it began to swell, constrained by the material. With each step the panties grew tighter. I began to feel warm, the food, the wine, the clothes. I sat on the couch and stretched my body out across the soft cushions. Instinctively I reached down and massaged the bulge through my clothes. My cock began to throb, pressing even harder now against the satin.
I rubbed my legs together, drops of precum now starting to wet the lingerie. I reached for the bottle of lube we kept hidden in the side table and put several drops on my hand. It was probably too much, but Nikki didn’t care, that was someone else’s mess to clean up.
I slipped my lubed hand under the skirt, past the panties and pulled my cock free. Using my palm I spread the lube over and around my shaft. I passed my hand across the tip, a sensation like electricity shot through my groin. My head throbbed in a rhythm, Nikki teased my cock until I couldn’t take it anymore. Wrapping my hand firmly around it I began stroking. Base to tip, my hips thrusting upward more with each stroke.
My head was spinning, as I neared climax my back arched, my breathing became shallow and fast. An eruption was building. I grasped my head tightly, precum leaking through my fingers. I was nearly there. In my throws I turned my head and caught the reflection of Nikki in a mirror across the room. The sight of her/me set me off. I stroked my cock near uncontrollably, short fast strokes… my hips pushing against my hand, lifting my body off the cushions driving my heels into the couch. My cock erupted, my furious strokes pumping it out in pulses. I felt it hit my body, some landed on my stomach some more on my face. I was covered in my own climax.
After what seemed like minutes my breathing slowed and i relaxed my grip on my slowly softening cock.
“Well that was exciting.” Came from a woman’s voice somewhere behind me.
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