Sue Too
08-23-2006, 03:51 PM
How about it girls? Share some of your more exciting experiences with the rest of us. I'm sure this has been done before but I'm new to the club and cant find it anywhere. My most "exciting" experience happened about two years ago. I'm comfortable in public now but at the time it really rattled my entire being. Here is my story.
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MY NIGHT IN THE MOTEL
It was in the fall of 2004. The nights were cool and the days were warm. My wife was in the hospital for an overnight stay. The drive to our home was fully across town with heavy traffic in both directions. For this reason I elected rent a motel--------to be close to the hospital. --------- and have a wonderful opportunity to be Susan.
I was terribly anxious. With the help of my recent diet, I had lost about 12
pounds. I had purchased a sinfully short black mini and a fitted red satin top. Susan was ready to swing! It was to be a night for pictures.
The room was wonderful. Sort of a suite. A sitting room with a wet bar in the front. The bath, with a huge dressing area was in the middle and the king sized bedroom with lots of mirrors in the rear.
I had taken a short break during the afternoon to check in and place my cloths in the closet. I was impressed with the facilities of the motel, in that they had a card lock on the rear outside door that opened with my room key card. All my wonderful feminine things would be waiting for me when I arrived.
After spending time at the hospital, I arrived at the motel about 8:15pm. I was very lucky in that I found a parking place right outside the rear door. Using my key card I entered the motel and in a moment I was in my room.
The first order of business was some relaxation. Still in drab, I took a longer than expected walk down the hall to the ice machine. On the way, I looked off the balcony and noticed that there a lot of guys milling around. the lobby, bar and restaurant. Probably delegates to some convention. Back in the room I fixed myself a nice drink. After a sip of two it was time for a wonderful hot shower. Stripping my clothing I observed my new sexy shape in the mirror. Gosh, that diet really did the job!
Checking the bathroom counter, I found a bar of sweet smelling bath soap and entered the shower. The excitement of the upcoming evening soon became evident. Resisting temptation for extended play, I washed my soft body quickly and stepped out of the shower. Next, I dried with a fluffy soft towel.
Returning to the bedroom I selected my lingerie for the early evening----- A
matching set consisting of a lacy black bra and panties and garter belt. First I extended my arms through the shoulder straps of the bra, then reached behind my back and fastened it. (a girly thing!) Next, I inserted the breast forms filling out the bra to my lovely 40B bustline. After this came the garterbelt (because of the weight loss I had to go to the smallest hooks) and then the lovely lace panties. Sitting on the bench I slid the smoke colored hose up each leg and fastened them with the garters. God-------I felt so sexy. The stockings had a three inch band of lace around the tops. With all the preliminaries completed I sat for a few minutes----finishing my drink and planning for the rest of the evening.
After the drink was empty, I slid my auburn wig into place and moved to the
bathroom and applied my makeup. Practice makes perfect and in no time
everything but the lipstick was in place. And damn-------- I did look good.
Returning to the bedroom I located my cloths for the evening. First on, goes the black stretch mini. Next comes the bright burnt orange blouse---with adorable cloth covered front buttons, fitted waist and a flare below the waist . The flare tends to accentuate my curvy derriere, and the sleek fit pays tribute to my weight loss. Stepping to the closet I slipped my feet into my four inch black pumps with straps around the ankles
Returning to the bathroom I applied my burnt orange lipstick, a dab of Windsong and some terribly long dangly earrings. Looking into the mirror was almost more that I could handle. In my somewhat prejudiced eyes, I was beautiful femme with lovely long legs. Oh, the wonders of makeup.
Before I set up my tripod and camera, I decided to fix another drink. Looking at my feminine watch, I noticed that the time was about 9:30 PM . Gosh, it does take a girl a long time to get ready. A bit of this--- a splash of that and several ice cubes and my relaxation was ready. Sitting on the davenport with my legs appropriately crossed I felt like the most feminine female in the world. I turned the TV to an all news channel and caught up on the events of the day. The news ended at10:00PM, and it was time to take some pictures of this sexy fox named Susan.
These were the days before my digital camera so out came the Minolta, flash,
new batteries and the tripod. DAMN----------I had left the film in the trunk of the car. During the next few seconds a hundred thoughts must have gone through my mind. Go get the film-----but I'm dressed--------get undressed------a lot of work----------wont feel good---------on and on. Finally the plan of actions was perfectly clear. Susan was going to walk down the hall and get the film------long legs, tight mini, high heels and all. THE WHOLE ENCHILADA
Gathering my purse, car keys and room key, I first listened for noise in the hall
and then opened the door. It was clear as far as I could see, but in the direction I was going to walk the hall made a sharp right turn about fifty feet from my door. Taking another check and hearing nothing, I let the room door shut behind me and walked toward the rear entrance of the motel and my car.
No sooner had I started walking than I heard a room door close and the sounds of someone walking toward me. With the turn in the hall I could not see who was coming. Should I go back to my room or continue toward my destination. Again, another quick decision. I would continue toward the car and the upcoming face to face encounter. My heart was pounding as I turned the corner. This part of the hall was only about twenty feet long and the person was not yet visible. Something from the ever loudening noise told me it was a female. As I approached the second turn I knew the confrontation was right around the corner. I could tell by the sounds of her walking that she was close. I made the turn and there she was. Not five feet from the corner. A very nice looking lady in a business suit. I continued to look straight ahead until the last minute and then I looked at her, smiled and mumbled "Hello". She smiled back and turned the
corner and was out of my view.
Did she read me?--------Did she stop and look?---------Did she give a damn? All of a sudden I didn't give a damn. My walk became more feminine, my shoulders were back, thrusting my breasts for all the world to see. With the encounter safely behind me, I was full of confidence. Seeing an empty hallway and the exit door ahead, I minced like a filly.
Opening the outside door I let it shut behind me and reached in my purse for my carkeys. It was a beautiful night---the temp about 60 with stars and a light breeze. I decided to stand and enjoy the weather and my femininity. After a time, I opened the car trunk and retrieved the film. Closing the trunk I reached in my purse for the key card and walked back to the motel door. I slid the key card in the lock and nothing happened. I tried it again-----and again. The key card didn't work. The I saw it. On the door, in plain view, were the ominous words----
KEY CARD ACCESS NOT AVAILABLE
BETWEEN 10:00PM AND 6:00AM
PLEASE USE MAIN ENTRANCE
Oh my God!! There I was, not 100 feet from my room but the only way to the
room was through the Hotel Lobby. Should I wait and see if someone comes out the door. No, that might take forever and it was getting a little cool. On the way around the building I remembered all the convention delegates, my super short mini and wondered how the two might mix. All of a sudden the confidence that had filled my body ten minutes earlier was completely shattered. My knees were like rubber, and my heart was pounding. As I walked, I couldn't wait to get to the lobby, but when I approach the door I wished it was a million miles away. It's funny to think about now, but at the time I was scared. I had always wanted to go out en femme but not like this.
I developed my plan of action. I remembered that there was a single flight of
stairs to my room level. That would probably be quicker than waiting for an
elevator. I would go right through the front door, across the lobby and right up the stairs. I would look straight ahead avoiding eye contact with anyone.
I opened the door and noticed that the lobby was not crowded. I followed my plan, walking to the stairs. It was only 50 feet but it seemed like it was 50 miles. No one was on the stairs. There were several guys coming out of the lounge door behind the stairs, but I would reach the stairs ahead of them. I could feel the lounge guys looking at me, but I avoided eye contact. Ten feet-------five feet-----finally I started up the stairs. As I ascended the stairs I was conscious of the guys looking up at me. All of a sudden I remembered my short short mini, garters and lace top hose and thought of the show I must be giving to those looking from below.
God---------I heard a wolf whistle and almost died. I steadied myself with the hand rail------paused slightly to gather my wits and proceeded up the stairs. Following the whistle there were a couple of typically male comments that did nothing to settle my emotions. As I reached the top of the steps and turned toward my room, I looked down to the lobby and saw five pairs of approving eyes watching my every move. I really don't know what I would have don't if they had followed me. My heart rate must have been around 200.
Reaching my door, I opened my purse and inserted the key card in the door.
Unlike my last experience, the door opened easily. In an instant I was in the
safety of my room.
Whew-----my head was filled with a million emotions. Fear-- Relief-- Exhilaration. I knew one thing. I needed a drink to relax a little. Going to the bar I discovered the next little bump in my road to a relaxing evening. The damn ice was all melted, and I don't enjoy a drink without ice. I'm not sure my head was in the right place but the recent events and their satisfactory outcome must have altered my thinking. Without a moments hesitation I picked up my room key and the ice bucket and walked out the door and down the hall toward the ice machine. I put every ounce of my feminine energy into my walk. What a difference a few hours makes. I was full of confidence and almost wished that I would run into one of those guys from the lobby. After filling the ice bucket, I spent a few moments
looking off the balcony trying to attract some attention. Before getting myself into more trouble, my good senses took over and I walked back to my room. God I
felt sexy.
I wish I could tell you about how exciting the rest of the evening was. I can't. I wish I could show you the hot pictures I took. I can't. The truth of the matter is that I must have had a combination of too much excitement and too much to drink. I fell asleep on the davenport and did not rise until I got my wake up call.
You could call the end of the evening good or bad, but in the final analysis I sure packed a lot of learning into a few short hours.
Bi Bi
Susan Will
12/04
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I'm sorry I know this is long but that's the way it happened. Please share your story with the group
bi bi,
Susan
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MY NIGHT IN THE MOTEL
It was in the fall of 2004. The nights were cool and the days were warm. My wife was in the hospital for an overnight stay. The drive to our home was fully across town with heavy traffic in both directions. For this reason I elected rent a motel--------to be close to the hospital. --------- and have a wonderful opportunity to be Susan.
I was terribly anxious. With the help of my recent diet, I had lost about 12
pounds. I had purchased a sinfully short black mini and a fitted red satin top. Susan was ready to swing! It was to be a night for pictures.
The room was wonderful. Sort of a suite. A sitting room with a wet bar in the front. The bath, with a huge dressing area was in the middle and the king sized bedroom with lots of mirrors in the rear.
I had taken a short break during the afternoon to check in and place my cloths in the closet. I was impressed with the facilities of the motel, in that they had a card lock on the rear outside door that opened with my room key card. All my wonderful feminine things would be waiting for me when I arrived.
After spending time at the hospital, I arrived at the motel about 8:15pm. I was very lucky in that I found a parking place right outside the rear door. Using my key card I entered the motel and in a moment I was in my room.
The first order of business was some relaxation. Still in drab, I took a longer than expected walk down the hall to the ice machine. On the way, I looked off the balcony and noticed that there a lot of guys milling around. the lobby, bar and restaurant. Probably delegates to some convention. Back in the room I fixed myself a nice drink. After a sip of two it was time for a wonderful hot shower. Stripping my clothing I observed my new sexy shape in the mirror. Gosh, that diet really did the job!
Checking the bathroom counter, I found a bar of sweet smelling bath soap and entered the shower. The excitement of the upcoming evening soon became evident. Resisting temptation for extended play, I washed my soft body quickly and stepped out of the shower. Next, I dried with a fluffy soft towel.
Returning to the bedroom I selected my lingerie for the early evening----- A
matching set consisting of a lacy black bra and panties and garter belt. First I extended my arms through the shoulder straps of the bra, then reached behind my back and fastened it. (a girly thing!) Next, I inserted the breast forms filling out the bra to my lovely 40B bustline. After this came the garterbelt (because of the weight loss I had to go to the smallest hooks) and then the lovely lace panties. Sitting on the bench I slid the smoke colored hose up each leg and fastened them with the garters. God-------I felt so sexy. The stockings had a three inch band of lace around the tops. With all the preliminaries completed I sat for a few minutes----finishing my drink and planning for the rest of the evening.
After the drink was empty, I slid my auburn wig into place and moved to the
bathroom and applied my makeup. Practice makes perfect and in no time
everything but the lipstick was in place. And damn-------- I did look good.
Returning to the bedroom I located my cloths for the evening. First on, goes the black stretch mini. Next comes the bright burnt orange blouse---with adorable cloth covered front buttons, fitted waist and a flare below the waist . The flare tends to accentuate my curvy derriere, and the sleek fit pays tribute to my weight loss. Stepping to the closet I slipped my feet into my four inch black pumps with straps around the ankles
Returning to the bathroom I applied my burnt orange lipstick, a dab of Windsong and some terribly long dangly earrings. Looking into the mirror was almost more that I could handle. In my somewhat prejudiced eyes, I was beautiful femme with lovely long legs. Oh, the wonders of makeup.
Before I set up my tripod and camera, I decided to fix another drink. Looking at my feminine watch, I noticed that the time was about 9:30 PM . Gosh, it does take a girl a long time to get ready. A bit of this--- a splash of that and several ice cubes and my relaxation was ready. Sitting on the davenport with my legs appropriately crossed I felt like the most feminine female in the world. I turned the TV to an all news channel and caught up on the events of the day. The news ended at10:00PM, and it was time to take some pictures of this sexy fox named Susan.
These were the days before my digital camera so out came the Minolta, flash,
new batteries and the tripod. DAMN----------I had left the film in the trunk of the car. During the next few seconds a hundred thoughts must have gone through my mind. Go get the film-----but I'm dressed--------get undressed------a lot of work----------wont feel good---------on and on. Finally the plan of actions was perfectly clear. Susan was going to walk down the hall and get the film------long legs, tight mini, high heels and all. THE WHOLE ENCHILADA
Gathering my purse, car keys and room key, I first listened for noise in the hall
and then opened the door. It was clear as far as I could see, but in the direction I was going to walk the hall made a sharp right turn about fifty feet from my door. Taking another check and hearing nothing, I let the room door shut behind me and walked toward the rear entrance of the motel and my car.
No sooner had I started walking than I heard a room door close and the sounds of someone walking toward me. With the turn in the hall I could not see who was coming. Should I go back to my room or continue toward my destination. Again, another quick decision. I would continue toward the car and the upcoming face to face encounter. My heart was pounding as I turned the corner. This part of the hall was only about twenty feet long and the person was not yet visible. Something from the ever loudening noise told me it was a female. As I approached the second turn I knew the confrontation was right around the corner. I could tell by the sounds of her walking that she was close. I made the turn and there she was. Not five feet from the corner. A very nice looking lady in a business suit. I continued to look straight ahead until the last minute and then I looked at her, smiled and mumbled "Hello". She smiled back and turned the
corner and was out of my view.
Did she read me?--------Did she stop and look?---------Did she give a damn? All of a sudden I didn't give a damn. My walk became more feminine, my shoulders were back, thrusting my breasts for all the world to see. With the encounter safely behind me, I was full of confidence. Seeing an empty hallway and the exit door ahead, I minced like a filly.
Opening the outside door I let it shut behind me and reached in my purse for my carkeys. It was a beautiful night---the temp about 60 with stars and a light breeze. I decided to stand and enjoy the weather and my femininity. After a time, I opened the car trunk and retrieved the film. Closing the trunk I reached in my purse for the key card and walked back to the motel door. I slid the key card in the lock and nothing happened. I tried it again-----and again. The key card didn't work. The I saw it. On the door, in plain view, were the ominous words----
KEY CARD ACCESS NOT AVAILABLE
BETWEEN 10:00PM AND 6:00AM
PLEASE USE MAIN ENTRANCE
Oh my God!! There I was, not 100 feet from my room but the only way to the
room was through the Hotel Lobby. Should I wait and see if someone comes out the door. No, that might take forever and it was getting a little cool. On the way around the building I remembered all the convention delegates, my super short mini and wondered how the two might mix. All of a sudden the confidence that had filled my body ten minutes earlier was completely shattered. My knees were like rubber, and my heart was pounding. As I walked, I couldn't wait to get to the lobby, but when I approach the door I wished it was a million miles away. It's funny to think about now, but at the time I was scared. I had always wanted to go out en femme but not like this.
I developed my plan of action. I remembered that there was a single flight of
stairs to my room level. That would probably be quicker than waiting for an
elevator. I would go right through the front door, across the lobby and right up the stairs. I would look straight ahead avoiding eye contact with anyone.
I opened the door and noticed that the lobby was not crowded. I followed my plan, walking to the stairs. It was only 50 feet but it seemed like it was 50 miles. No one was on the stairs. There were several guys coming out of the lounge door behind the stairs, but I would reach the stairs ahead of them. I could feel the lounge guys looking at me, but I avoided eye contact. Ten feet-------five feet-----finally I started up the stairs. As I ascended the stairs I was conscious of the guys looking up at me. All of a sudden I remembered my short short mini, garters and lace top hose and thought of the show I must be giving to those looking from below.
God---------I heard a wolf whistle and almost died. I steadied myself with the hand rail------paused slightly to gather my wits and proceeded up the stairs. Following the whistle there were a couple of typically male comments that did nothing to settle my emotions. As I reached the top of the steps and turned toward my room, I looked down to the lobby and saw five pairs of approving eyes watching my every move. I really don't know what I would have don't if they had followed me. My heart rate must have been around 200.
Reaching my door, I opened my purse and inserted the key card in the door.
Unlike my last experience, the door opened easily. In an instant I was in the
safety of my room.
Whew-----my head was filled with a million emotions. Fear-- Relief-- Exhilaration. I knew one thing. I needed a drink to relax a little. Going to the bar I discovered the next little bump in my road to a relaxing evening. The damn ice was all melted, and I don't enjoy a drink without ice. I'm not sure my head was in the right place but the recent events and their satisfactory outcome must have altered my thinking. Without a moments hesitation I picked up my room key and the ice bucket and walked out the door and down the hall toward the ice machine. I put every ounce of my feminine energy into my walk. What a difference a few hours makes. I was full of confidence and almost wished that I would run into one of those guys from the lobby. After filling the ice bucket, I spent a few moments
looking off the balcony trying to attract some attention. Before getting myself into more trouble, my good senses took over and I walked back to my room. God I
felt sexy.
I wish I could tell you about how exciting the rest of the evening was. I can't. I wish I could show you the hot pictures I took. I can't. The truth of the matter is that I must have had a combination of too much excitement and too much to drink. I fell asleep on the davenport and did not rise until I got my wake up call.
You could call the end of the evening good or bad, but in the final analysis I sure packed a lot of learning into a few short hours.
Bi Bi
Susan Will
12/04
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I'm sorry I know this is long but that's the way it happened. Please share your story with the group
bi bi,
Susan