Rodeo Girl - Sex Stories

Rodeo Girl

... heel and guiding my feet into them. The dress was so pretty with short puff sleeves and reached down to just above my knees. I loved how the material felt, so soft and silky it felt as if the clothes were caressing me! I stood there brushing the dress down and adjusting it. I realised afterwards that although it felt so sexy, I wasn't hard at all, my excitement was showing through a tingling warmth that had filled my whole body.

As I got accustomed to the wonderful outfit Mom handed me a box. Mom's job meant that she had the most ridiculous amount of makeup and she even had several wigs that she used at work to make sure 'her hair' always looked perfect. It was de rigueur that as a beauty consultant you always had to look fabulous. She always did! The box contained a blonde wig, necklace and some clip-on earrings. She helped me adjust the wig and brush it out before clipping on the hoop earrings and placing the silver chain necklace around my neck. She placed a towel around my shoulders and began to apply makeup to my face. I loved the feeling and the fragrances. She told me to go look at myself in the hall mirror. I almost twisted my ankle as I was not used to walking in heels, even block heels, so Mom held my hand and told me to roll my feet, place one foot in front of the other, and focus on my balance. She reassured me that with practice it would all become completely natural, but honestly I found that hard to believe.

When I stood in front of that mirror I could ...

... simply not believe what I was seeing. I looked just like a girl, and a very pretty girl at that. My mind flew off in so many directions I just stood there staring at myself, completely spell-bound. I eventually smiled, and the beautiful reflection smiled back at me, only to be joined by another as Mom appeared behind me. The heels made me taller than my Mom now and I felt so elegant. She reached up and put her hand on my shoulder and as she did I felt I wanted to cry.

"Don't cry honey, it will ruin your make-up!" Mom laughed, sensing my emotional state! I laughed back and turned to hug her. It was a lovely warm hug and the magic returned, only to be taken away by the sound of the doorbell. "Pizza!" Mom chimed, "Can you get it honey while I sort out some plates." She grabbed some bills from the jar on the side and thrust them in my hand. "Here's his tip," she said.

I froze, but Mom had already left me alone with the door expecting attention. Heel, toe, swing, place, heel, toe. I loved the clacking sound of my strides on the tiled floor and could feel the natural feminine sway of my hips as I walked. I could see a shadow behind the glass of the door and I opened it. Petrified, but thrilled.

A boy stared at me, his face turning pink.

"Oh, err, hello miss, your pizza," he gulped, holding out the box with both his outstretched arms as if it were a silver platter of expensive continental hors d'oeuvre.

I took it and smiled at him. He just stood there looking at me ...