Part 1 Who said it was unlucky? Friday 13th. I had just driven from Penzance to join the M5 in the most atrocious weather this country had seen for decades. Torrential rain through Cornwall. High winds and sleet through north Devon. I’d only entered the motorway when I was confronted with blue, red and Amber flashing lights everywhere. Traffic was at a standstill. I was approached by a very wet looking police officer. Low...

Playing around on the golf course 10. Those of us who were able to look towards the open door saw the figure of a very shapely body with someone stood slightly behind and to the side. I recognised both of them, Fiona and Cindy. They had obviously got an invite as both were clad, or I should say scantily clad in nightie’s Neither had a bra under their tops, evident by the sheerness of the nylon. “Are we late Mum?” Fiona as...

Playing a round on the Golf course. I’m pleased you requested the party details. Just the usual events over the next couple of weeks. Leslie moved back to her own house. Felicity, Connie, Leslie and I went to the golf club. We played the full 18 holes. We did stop in the clearing to check for lost balls etc, if you get my drift. While in the 19th hole, for a quiet drink and a chat. Connie and Felicity told us they going b...

Chapter 8. The next morning we showered separately and dressed, a quick breakfast and Leslie left for her work in male outer clothes, but I knew what was underneath. I dressed in filled bra and matching panties with hold up stockings thigh length skirt and pale blue blouse. A touch of makeup and low heeled mule style slippers. In my study I sat and built web sites for clients. The rest of the week was much the same. Soon...

Chapter 7. The next I knew it was morning. Where was Leslie? Her side of the bed was empty but the pillow had been slept on. That’s when I saw the note. ‘Just popping to the shop to pick up a few essentials’ I read. Sitting caused other essentials so I went to the bathroom to deal with them. Still feeling tired I laid on the bed semi reclining. I heard the door open and close. I hope that is Leslie, otherwise being in bed...

Playing a round on the Golf course. 6 “Come in girls, let’s go through to the salon and get ready for your make over.” Miranda told us inviting us in. We went into the back room that was set up with 4 barber style chairs, set in front of basins over which were illuminated mirrors. There was two other girls in the room both wearing short white tabard tops. I really mean short. Their stocking tops and suspender clips were v...

if you haven’t read parts 1-4 read first. Playing a round on the Golf course. 5 “Right now we need to eat and rest to get ready for our love-a-thon . Mags told us. “Also can I borrow a pair of your panties babe, mine are a bit damp.” Mags added, as she picked hers up. I offered her a choice of the new ones we had bought. Leslie and I put ours back on. I took her damp, well quite wet really and told her that they, with som...

Playing a round on the Golf course. We arrived home, using my new handbag that Leslie had loaned me I extracted my keys and opened the door. Note to myself buy a couple of handbags and a purse or two. We carried our purchases into my home. I noticed the net curtains twitch a couple of doors down. I didn’t care. I’m the new me, and I am loving it. I kicked off my heels. “I’ll put the kettle on while you unpack the shopping...

Playing a round on the Golf course. 3 …….. We got home much quicker than it took to get to the lay-by. Getting out of Leslie’s car my modesty went sky west. I picked up my panties and fortunately Leslie had remembered the house key I had loaned her. We hurried to the bedroom my shoes lost on the way. “Dress off and on your back darling, I’d like to look at your pretty face as I make love to you.” Leslie informed me. Lesli...

Chapter two. Leslie followed me back to my place and parked behind me. We went in and I showed her the lounge while got a bottle of white wine from the fridge. On rejoining her in the lounge, I was a little taken aback as she had removed her trousers and was clad in her blouse and lingerie. Her heels still in her golfing bag. “Aren’t you a little over dressed?” She grinned as she spoke. Putting the wine and glasses down I...

Playing a round on the Golf course. Chapter 1 My best friend from my school days (Les), rang me quite out of the blue. He was in the area and looked me up. He invited me to a round of golf. Well I’m no Tiger Forest, or something like that. But I had played a few years ago and still had my second hand clubs somewhere in my garage. Having found them I cleaned them up and put them in my car boot. I could see I had half a doz...

I had been working away from home and while it was a lonely existence I had my hobby, or perhaps a fetish, for cross dressing in feminine lingerie and dresses etc. I normally only wore them evenings and weekends while away or home in my flat. Today however was Friday and I was driving straight home to my flat, so I decided before I left the hotel to dress in my lingerie then jumper jeans and slip on shoes over. About half...

My oh My. This fictional story was inspired by a missive I have recently read. To set the scene. My Mother: ( deceased 2 years now ) was living with me in a granny flat. Her carer: (Carla) living with her to look after her medical needs. Me: An online trader, making a very good living. But with a secret side. After mum had passed her carer had nowhere to go, me being a big softie as I am, mum had told me to look after her...

The accident FICTION Accidents happen, some bad some not so bad. I was driving home, not looking forward to an empty house. Because of my job I couldn’t have pets as I was away for long periods. I was still 3 hours from home and feeling tired. Should I stop for a break. It would be safer. I pulled into the motorway services. Going into one of the outlets I chose a snack and a coffee. As I left I purchased a magazine to re...

Our lawn mower lad had been spotted pocketing some discarded panties.He came in and looked at us nervously, although riding on our mower wasn’t exactly hard work, he had beads of perspiration running down his face. Karen passed him an envelope. “Do you want to count it.” She asked. “N-n-no I’ll trust you, it’s always been right before.” He replied again he looked so worried. “Pop it in your pocket then.” Karen goaded. “Oh...