The Room

	 I rush back to my motel room, anxious. The day dragged on and 
on. One boring meeting after another, an all too brief business lunch, and 
then more demonstrations all afternoon. The temperature outside is warm 
and humid, much like the meeting room was. I order Italian carryout on 
the way back to the motel, and take  my oversize shoulder bag from my 
car. I unlock the room door, enter and double lock it behind me. I won't 
see my work mates until 8 o'clock the next morning. I take a few bites of 
the pasta dish and a few gulps of the ice water from the water jug in the 
cooler on the floor. My clothes nearly leap off my body as I head to the 
shower. Hot water is a little slow to come and I jump right in. After a 
refreshing 15 minutes, I towel off and start a close shave with my hand 
razor. I want to do it right by doing the complete job.

	Sitting before the bathroom mirror, I open all the bag's zippers and 
start by using spirit gum to slick my eyebrows down, and  follow with 
some mustache wax I smooth across my natural brows. Next I apply some 
creme foundation, smoothing it up into the hairline and neck. I dot 
concealer on some trouble spots, and some loose powder over all 
complete the base. I dust my lids with a pearlescent white powder, up over 
my natural brows. Next, I apply the false eye lashes and outline the eyes 
with a black eyeliner pencil, extending out past the corner of the eyes a 
bit. A little black eye shadow powder fill in the corners and outline the 
bottom side of my natural brow ridges. I apply a little more white shadow 
along the outside edge of the lower eye liner and end the eye treatment. 
The black liner pencil also outlines the lips in a slightly exaggerated 
shape, and I fill in with a dark red lip pencil. I want to look real sultry 
tonight, so I take out the short black "Femme Nikita" wig, a short neck 
length with bangs, and place it on my head, brushing the sides out, and the 
bangs in to place.

	Now comes the real excitement for me. I pull on the tan dancers 
belt and pull my penis way back between my clenched legs, gently rolling 
my testicles back up and in to their body cavities. Then I slip a small panty 
liner inside the back and pull the belt up tightly leaving a smooth feminine 
looking and feeling mound. Next to apply are the flesh colored tights, 
since I can't shave my legs for many reasons. Pulling the nude sheer to the 
waist support pantyhose up my legs and encasing my compressed groin 
was simply electric! I decide on the black fishnet pantyhose to start out 
with, and then the black PVC teddy over the top of that. I stuff the teddies 
cups with foam falsies to give them some shape. I want to look the bitch, 
so I'm pulling the thigh high PVC bed boots up each leg, carefully working 
the zippers all the way up, and pulling the tops up high. Stepping into my 
4" black patent pumps takes a little bit of a balancing act to accomplish. 
I'm too lazy to put on false nails, so I pull on my elbow length black PVC 
fingered gloves, smoothing them up as high over the elbows as possible. 
Carefully practicing the right step, I sway over to the full length mirror by 
the bathroom. I could just die! I'm stunned how perfectly wicked and sexy 
I look and feel. From the bottom of the bag  comes the black PVC jacket 
with the long sleeves. When I wrap it around my waist, it comes to about 
1" below my crotch. I swing and sway back and forth, wrapping and 
unwrapping it in different provocative poses. I turned on the clock radio 
and tuned in an easy listing station with slow beats that were easy to move 
with. I should have brought the camera, damn it, I muse. I begin to slowly 
strip, slipping the jacket off slowly, one shoulder at a time, teasingly. I 
slowly begin to feel up my ersatz breasts and unsnap the teddy's crotch, 
and stroke my smooth crotch, noting with a flush the gradual hardening of 
the pubic area under my probing finger tips. My legs start to get weak, and 
I stagger back into the bathroom, bumping into the toilet. Glancing to my 
left, I see a reflection of a hot bitch fondling herself and that image causes 
me to collapse on the toilet seat, closing my eyes. I stroke my silky hard 
pubic mound harder and faster, with my legs spread apart wide at the 
knees.  When I open my eyes I see a vivid image of a woman squatting on 
a toilet directly ahead of me. I did not notice the toilet was visible in that 
mirror earlier, and that intensified my lust. Soon my legs were shaking 
uncontrollably, and I felt faint, as I came in the panty liner stuffed inside 
my dancer's belt. I just sat there, catching my breath. I slowly stand up and 
weakly walk in to the room, and I look at the clock display of only ten-
thirty PM. So I lay down on the bed and think out loud there may still be 
time to try on that black knit zipper dress, before I need to clean off the 
makeup and pack my goodie  bag for early return to my car in the 
morning, and then go to bed.

 © By Lisa D.( July 1996)