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My friend Teresa was planning her summer holidays but was beginning to stress about leaving her home unattended for such a long time. She lived with her husband in a large house in the middle of nowhere and the two of them were planning a cruise, which meant the house would be left empty for the next eight weeks.She invited me over for lunch and after the meal, we sat down in the front room for some drinks. She didn’t seem herself so I asked her if she was ok?”We really need this,” she said. “Me and my husband have been having problems and we’ve saved up to go away on this holiday hoping to put the romance back into our marriage. We don’t have much money left to hire a house sitter and I’m just so worried about leaving our little house empty for so long.”She started sobbing so I put my arm around her for comfort. “It’s ok,” I said, “I can house sit for you. Besides, I’m unemployed right now so it would save me some money while I’m looking for work.” Her face lit up. “Really?” She said. “Oh my god, that’s so kind of you. Thank you!” She screamed as she pulled me in for a hug.A few weeks later I drove over to her house, pulled up in her driveway and wandered up to her door. Her face was beaming as she welcomed me into her home. Her husband shook my hand briefly, then began picking up the suitcases and loading them into the car.Teresa handed me her door keys and a note with a list of contact numbers, in case of emergency and told me to help myself to anything I needed. “Mi casa es su casa,” she said, as she grabbed her bag and coat. She gave me a quick hug and rushed into the car. I waved as the two drove off into the distance leaving me in the house alone.The first night I began to settle in, figuring out how to use the cooker, where the food and coffee was, how to work the remote for the cable and after a few Ankara escort hours, began to relax. I went to sleep and woke up feeling refreshed, then wandered downstairs to make breakfast before heading to unpack my things for the weeks ahead.The first few days went by pretty fast, and I felt really comfortable in the house on my own. Every morning I woke up and did the same routine, searching for jobs on my laptop and then hanging around watching TV for the rest of the day. I was struggling to find work and was getting really bored being in the house all day on my own.I think it was the sheer boredom that led me to go and look around in Teresa’s bedroom. I opened the door into a large room, in the middle was a king-sized bed with silk sheets and pillows all over it. There was a huge mirrored wardrobe that ran right the way along one side of the wall making the room seem twice the size. Beside the bed were two large sets of drawers and there was a long ottoman at the end of the bed.I sat on the bed facing the mirror and pulled open one of the drawers, inside were some of Teresa’s undergarments and an assortment of lingerie items. I opened another drawer to discover even more skimpy garments, some French lingerie, silky lace bra and thong sets and a variety of pantyhose and stockings.As I opened another drawer I felt a sensation in my groin, my penis hardened slightly as I saw more and more lingerie. I rubbed my fingers across the material feeling the soft and silky touch of dozens of sexy bras, Basques and corsets, making my cock stiffen in my jeans.I pushed the drawer in and opened another. My heart skipped a beat as I slowly opened it up to reveal an array of sex toys, from vibrators to dildos, cock rings, butt plugs, love eggs, lubes and lotions of all kinds. My cock pushed Balgat escort bayan harder against my jean zipper and I noticed how turned on I was getting looking through all of her unmentionables.I remembered Teresa’s words, echoing in my head, ‘mi casa es su casa’, my house is your house. Before I knew what was happening I had torn off my jeans and shirt, pulled down my boxers and was ripping off my socks. I raced through the drawers picking out a scarlet red lace push-up Basque set and slipping it on over my ass and up my body.A chill ran down my neck and made me shake with excitement as I pulled out a thong and some sheer black stockings, rolling them up my legs and fastening them into the suspender clips. I could see myself in the mirror and began to move like a girl, enjoying the way the lingerie accentuated my shape.I felt so alive as I pranced over to the mirror wardrobe almost entranced by my reflection. I slid the mirror door across revealing a huge collection of suits and dresses, immediately fixating on how many dresses there were. As I slid open another door my heart skipped again as I revealed even more dresses and a collection of sexy costumes.As I slid across another mirror, revealing even more garments, every dress imaginable from sequin to lace mesh, wet look to club and party dresses, cocktail, bodycon and so many more. I had never seen so many woman’s garments outside of a store. My cock sprang into action pushing the lace thong aside, quivering and swaying in the air.I tucked it back under the lace and flicked through the dresses trembling with excitement. I wanted to try on every single one. Each one I pulled out made me dribble a little pre-cum into the lace. I stopped suddenly as one of the costumes caught my eye. It was a sexy red shiny strapless bodycon Escort Batıkent ‘Jessica Rabbit’ style costume complete with gloves and a long wavy red wig.I snatched it off the hanger and immediately began pulling on the tight bodycon dress over my stockings and Basque. I slid on the gloves one by one and donned the wig, sitting crossed legged on the side of the bed, watching myself as I brushed my hair. There was still something missing I thought, standing up and wiggling over to the mirror doors.Neatly arranged along the floor of the wardrobe was a wide range of ladies shoes. I pulled out a pair of red ankle-strapped platform pump high heels to match my outfit. They were a size too small, but I managed to squeeze them on and loved the way they made my feet look so petite.I stood back and stared at myself in the mirror, barely able to recognize the slutty girl standing in front of me. Beside the bed was a vanity mirror and an assortment of makeup items. I dabbed on some foundation, applied some lipstick and did my best to use the mascara for extra effect. To improve the experience, I stood up and started practicing walking around the house in high heels. The dress clung to my body and I noticed how moving my hips helped me to balance. As I teetered around the house I began to feel more feminine, swaying my hips and arching my back to accentuate my ass and tiny tits. Determined to explore my new found femininity I tottered back into the bedroom, enticed by my reflection as I strutted past the mirror and bent over to open the bottom drawer. Inside I picked out a realistic six-inch dildo and a tube of tingling lubricant lotion. I lifted the dress up and pulled the thong to one side, using the lube to loosen up my bum before gently running the head over my hole and slowly easing it inside.Laying on my back I quivered as my virgin ass began to tingle from the sensation, easing it in further and feeling a new pleasure in my erogenous zone. Swiftly, I rolled over onto my side, watching in the mirror as I pushed the dildo deeper; letting out an unexpected girly moan as I enjoyed the climactic sensations.
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