Julie's Valentine's Day - Sex Stories

Julie's Valentine's Day

... the outfit. The heart shaped front to it tucked my clit-dick nicely, and hid it in a way that was impossible before my transformation and another little ring in the shape of a heart that held the strings in the back together where the sections met. Finally were the stockings and heels; both were the same shade of pink as my hair, but the stockings had little bows on the thighs where they stopped and the heels were seven-inch platforms. The heels were also like a clear glass where you could see right through them. With that I felt my outfit was complete. As such, I took one last check of myself and the image before grabbing my purse and heading downstairs. I found the trench coat and keys exactly where Klintuck said they would be before heading out the door. I felt naughty going out like this but also happy it was a warm February this year. As I made my way to the car, I saw a sign in the back window that read “Porn Star” in bold font. It turned me on to think that I was going to be driving around in lingerie and a sign like that in the back window while going on a Valentine’s treasure hunt. I hopped in the car and started the GPS; luckily it was not far away so it wasn’t going to be a long drive. The first location was a café which I had been to once or twice with friends before. It was a more expensive place than I normally like go, but this was the location and I had to go in. I grabbed my purse and opened the door. As I did, I saw a note hidden on the back of the GPS. I ...

... opened the envelope and found there were two notes inside. One had a seal on it with candle wax and the other didn’t. I read the one that wasn’t sealed and found it was for me. It told me to go inside and give the sealed note to my waiter. It also said that I was to open the trench coat enough to expose a fair bit of cleavage during the entire time I was there. I felt a smile on my face emerge as my excitement grew. I used the rear view mirror to check how much cleavage I was showing before getting out and heading into the café. It wasn’t long before I sat down at my table. I could feel the glances I was getting from my waiter and the curiosity of what the note was drove me crazy. When the waiter asked me for my order, I gave him the note and said I would also like a cup of tea. “Ahh you are the Miss Cherry! Very well madam, we have a special order for you with special instructions from your boyfriend,” he said with a French accent and a smile before heading back to the kitchen. I could feel my face turn bright red but I giggled a little. This was turning out to be great fun and I loved the effort Klintuck put into this whole thing. Eventually the waiter came out with a special brunch. The first was French toast in the shape of hearts with icing sugar and whipped cream. It was always my favorite treat for a brunch but this time was special. I ate my meal and then the waiter came up to take my plate. I thought he was going to hand me a bill but said I also had dessert coming. ...