Francis indulged Call me a nerd, swot or scholar. I prefer scholar. My name is Francis, my mates called me Frank the bullies called me Franny. I had always worked hard at school. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed bike riding, swimming and climbing trees with my mates. However it was after I had completed my homework assignments. I earned my place at university and I chose one that about 150 miles from home but it was offering the courses that I wanted. My parents were happy with my choice and I needed to make arrangements for my accommodation. I thought I could indulge in my secret hobby, wearing femme undies. That is when my hopes sank, Mum stated she had an old school friend, now divorced, who lived quite close. She would give her a call although they had not spoken for about 3 months. After quite a long telephone call, she returned and told me her school friend had passed away suddenly, but her daughter Georgina would be more than happy to let me stay with her and be very glad of the company. So it was all arranged, Mum would drive me to her house and leave me. They would set up a direct debit for my food and keep. Georgina said if I could help out in her greenhouse’s at the weekends they needn’t pay. Mum and Dad insisted. Two weeks before my first course was due to start I arrived at Georgina’s fruit farm. Mum and I took my cases and course documents to the room I was due to stay in. It was decorated in a feminine style. Georgina told us it used to be her room, she had moved into her late mother’s room. Mum took all three of us out for a meal, after which she told us she would keep in touch, if thing’s didn’t work out we could rethink about accommodation. “He’ll be fine, don’t worry” Georgina stated. “I can feel it”. “I’ll ring you tomorrow morning”. Mum said. “Drive safely”. We chorused. As she left us outside Georgina’s house. It was fairly late Georgina said. “If you want to unpack, I am just going to shut the greenhouses down”. “Thank you, but how about if I help you with the greenhouse’s, then I’ll know more for next time” I replied. “Sounds good to me, let’s go”. Georgina responded. We closed up the greenhouses, which contained lots of fruit and I mean lots. Strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, black-currants, red-currants and others. “I supply lots of local shops and restaurants locally” Georgina explained. “Now let’s get a drink and we have time before showers and bed”. She added. We chatted for hour or so, then it was time to turn in. Georgina showered first then it was my turn. In the shower room I stripped off and went to put my worn pants and socks in the laundry basket. There right on top was a very lacy black bra and panties. I picked the bra up and felt the lace it was underwired and it was 36d next I fondled the panties. Just then Georgina called through the door. “Put your dirty clothes in the washing basket and there’s a towel in the cupboard”. “Thank you” I answered as I hurriedly as I put her lovely undies back and my clothes in on top.I quickly showered and having got a towel I wrapped it around myself and returned quickly to my bedroom. Drying and then putting on some sleep shorts and slipped under the duvet. I don’t remember much more of that day. I awoke the next morning to an extremely loud mechanical shrieking. I quickly got out of bed pulled on a sweatshirt and made me way down to the kitchen. The noise was almost deafening, the washing machine was shaking itself to pieces. “I’m sorry if it woke you but I need to replace it, although it still washes the clothes”. Georgina shouted. Just then I could just hear the telephone ring. I signalled Georgina the phone hand gesture of thumb and finger against the side of the face. She picked it up and went outside. Then she came back in and waved it was for me. I took the phone from her and went out into the garden. “What is that noise”? Mum asked. “It’s Georgina’s washing machine, I don’t think it will last much longer”. I replied. “Oh dear”. Mum said, “Did you sleep well”? She asked. “Brilliant, very comfortable bed”. I answered. Just then the washing machine slowed down and the noise became less until it finally stopped. “Thank goodness for that” Georgina called from the kitchen. “I’d better go, we have to open the greenhouses and check the plants”. I said. I ended the call and went back into the kitchen where Georgina was taking the washing from the machine. I did spot the black lacy bra again. “Could you carry this through to the drying room for me please” she asked. I picked up the basket and followed her to the drying room. She lowered a wooden rack from the ceiling and started taking washed items from the basket. My socks and pants among the first, it also included the black bra and several pairs of her panties in various colours all very lacy. There was even a little black thong. I could feel stirring in my sleep shorts. It was fortunate I was holding the basket in front of me. When she had finished hanging the laundry she hoisted the rack back up close to the ceiling. I put the basket down turning my back to her and told I was going to get properly dressed. “I’ll leave some cereal on the kitchen table and start on the greenhouses”. She said. Hurrying to my room sporting my hard on. I quickly changed out of my sleep wear and dressed. Returning downstairs I poured myself some cereal and ate it quickly. Then went out to assist as best I could in the greenhouses. After spending the day tending the fruit plants, weeding, watering and removing dead leaves and plants. We sat at the table eating the meal Georgina had prepared. “So you like my lingerie then”. She said. “What”. I said, turning bright red. “I saw you admiring my undies this morning, and you probably had a good look and fondle of them in the bathroom last night. Don’t worry I understand a man has certain needs, if you want to have another fondle or closer look help yourself”. She said. “Thank you”. I replied, I’ve always admired femme underwear it looks so exciting”. I continued but stumbling over my words being embarrassed. We continued talking about my fetish. “It’s not a fetish”, she said, “it’s a hobby”. Georgina added. “I’ve never thought of it like that” I replied. I opened up to Georgina and told her how I watched my Mum walk around our house in just her underwear, although it wasn’t as lacy as yours it was still extremely exciting. I excused myself to use the toilet on my return I said. “Georgina, would you like a cup of tea or coffee”? “Yes please, coffee please and call me Georgie, Georgina is to formal. Having made the drinks I returned to the sitting room and continued our chat. I felt more and more relieved as we talked. Soon, all too soon it was time to shower and retire for the night. Or so I thought. Georgie showered first and left her worn white lacy panties on top of her other clothes. (For me to fondle?). After my shower, wrapped in a towel I opened the bathroom door and Georgie was waiting for me. “Follow me”. She said. She was wearing a knee length towelling bathrobe. I followed her into her bedroom. I was amazed at some of her lingerie laid on the bed. Georgie picked up a pair of pale blue lace panties and passing them to me, she instructed me to slip them on. I stepped into them and eased the delicate panties up my legs under the towel I had wrapped around me. When I had them settled, Georgie approached me with a matching bra which she slipped up my arms and moved behind me. Then she tried to hook it together, fortunately she had a bra extender which enabled it to be fastened. Then she grasped my towel and removed it leaving me almost naked. Next she picked up a suspender belt that matched the bra and panties. This time it fitted without an extension. “Now pass the straps inside your panties, then when you need to use the toilet you won’t have to unclip your stockings”. She told me. “I normally stand to pee”. I said. “Not when you’re dressed femme”. She replied. “Oh right”. Was my only response. I passed the suspender straps through my panties. Georgie told me to sit on her bed. She the took a pair of sheer tan stockings and rolled each one in turn up to just over my knees. Then I had to stand while she finished easing them up and fastened to the four clips. Next she got me to step into a lace trimmed waist slip. Followed by a equally pretty camisole after padding the bra cups with some cotton wool. Next she placed a wrap around skirt on me finally a top. “I think we’ll leave make up and hair till next time, now you may look in the mirror” Georgie said. I looked, and apart from my head I could see a young girl looking back. “Wow thank you for dressing me” I gasped. I turned round and I hugged her, suddenly we were kissing and Georgie was slipping her tongue between my lips. I had never experienced french kissing before but knew about it. I french kissed her and felt a tingle in my panties. I was becoming aroused. Georgie must have felt it against her as she stepped back and pulled open her bathrobe. She shrugged it off her shoulders and threw it on her bed. She was wearing very lacy white bra, her breasts only just contained. Her nipples were peeking over the cups. I glanced down at her panties and gasped as I saw the rapidly growing bulge straining to escape. “You have a” I started to say. “Yes the same as you”. Georgie interrupted. “Now come and kiss me again” she added. As I walked towards her she slowly backed up against the edge of the bed. I put my arms around her and our lips locked again. Our tongues entwined, I was really getting excited now. Georgie’s hand found its way under my skirt and waist slip and into my panties, extracting my now very hard love pole. Stroking me making me gasp as we kissed. We fell on the bed and Georgie turned round and lifted my skirt and slip, now totally exposed she slipped her lips over my love pole. I gasped in surprise. I had never had oral sex before. Georgie’s bulging panties were right in front of me. I reached out and stroked her hardness. I felt the murmur as she enjoyed my fondling. She sucked even more. So I did the only thing that anyone in my position would. I eased her out of her panties and slipped my lips over her. We sucked each other until I felt the tingle of my orgasm. “I’m cumming” I mumbled. And exploded into her mouth. She kept sucking as did I. My lips felt her swell in my mouth as it soon filled with her cream. Turning around again, we were now face to face, Georgie leaned closer and kissed me. I could taste my cream on her tongue as it slipped into my mouth. I sure she could taste hers. After several minutes of tongue wrestling our lips parted. “I love the taste of your cream, and I’m definitely going to need more. But first you need to undress down to your bra and panties the we need to get to bed. It’s going to be a fantastic day tomorrow and for the rest of your stay here while you attend university”. Georgie told be. “I’d rather dump uni and stay here with you”. I said. “Oh no, that’s not going to happen, perhaps when you have your degree or degree’s, we will talk about that some other time, now it’s time you undressed and got into bed young lady”. She firmly stated. “Young lady”? I questioned. “You’re hardly a young man dressed like that. Now hurry up we need some sleep”. She said firmly. I quickly and carefully removed the blouse, camisole, skirt, slip very carefully the stockings and suspender belt, putting them all on the chair in the corner. As I turned to go back to my bedroom. “In here, hurry I’m getting cold”. Georgie whispered. I turned back to the bed Georgie had removed her bra, her breasts were gorgeous her nipples proud and very erect. I laid down with her and she flipped the duvet over us then she snuggled close and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.