"Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal”

... female and one male. However, that original idea was quickly replaced with one that said that was ludicrous.

With the photo session over, Brenda told me she would keep everything safely stored, just in case I wanted to make some money in the future. She was once again hinting to me that they could be privately sold by Brenda to the Lesbian 100 Club.

We said goodbye to Paula, who was off on her own date and walked back to Brenda’s dressing room.

“Now, my dear,” she said. “I have some clothes here which will suit you, but first we need to fasten your piece in position. She unclipped the plastic cock, and I bit my lip as Brenda’s hand slid between my legs; the piece hanging there, the double hinge working well. Then she gave me a pair of baggy jeans, which I put on. There were no panties as I still wore the harness, the fake cock held in position in my right trouser leg.

“Remember that to piss, you need to take it off,” Brenda instructed, though that was fairly obvious.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, something I often did. My top half was still naked, my nipples hard, pointing. They were telling the world, despite what I said, that I was turned on.

Brenda beamed, and I gasped, as from my waist down, I looked just like her. I needed some of me, so I put on the red stilettos I had purchased from Karen’s shop. My desperate action made Brenda laugh, but I felt better. The shoes had that familiar feeling.

Next, Brenda handed me a black lace bustier. ...

... Its breast cups nothing more than a thin black mesh. They were as near as damn transparent, my areolas and hard nipples showing clearly through. The lower part of the bustier stopped just above my belly button, but it had four straps hanging down. Brenda clipped them onto my strap-on harness.

It was then I realised my girlfriend had planned well ahead. Before even I was aware of going on a date dressed, more like a man.

The lace ribbon that ran down the garment back, Brenda tightened, which raised my breasts and made them look at least one size bigger. The two shoulder straps were then adjusted.

“I can’t wear this,” I complained to Brenda. “It’s see-through. I will be arrested.”

Brenda chuckled and handed me a large, white, shiny blouse. It felt like silk, and it partially obscured what I was wearing, though my nipples were still just visible. I still felt like I was on show.

“Don’t worry, my dear, you not going anywhere too public.”

As I suspected she might do, Brenda had arranged my date.

“I have a driver and a car all booked, so you can have a drink,” Brenda grinned. “And you are both booked intoClub o-X-o. It is a private member’s club.”

I had never heard of it. Brenda handed me a membership card, an envelope, a fake I.D. and one hundred and twenty pounds in cash, all in ten-pound notes.

“Club OXO,” I remarked while looking at the card. “Isn’t that a gravy stock cube?”

Brenda laughed.

“It is, my dear. But this club is very private, slightly ...