First time writing….
This is a story I’m working on. Just posting this begining to get some feedback and see how it appears on the site.
Hope to have more / completed story up soon!



Part 1; Prologue

I picked up the suitcase and carried it down to the waiting taxi. I gave my wife a hug

“Look after yourself while I’m away. I want to come back to find the house still standing!” She said
“Dont worry about me. I’ll be fine” I answered. “You just enjoy your trip”.
“Not much enjoyment to be had with a week full of meetings! Now… I’ll see you next week. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She joked.
I just smiled and couldn’t help thinking to myself “if only you knew”.
I gave Emma a last hug and a kiss goodbye and waved as the taxi drove up the road and round the corner. Once she was gone, I walked back to house and closed the front door behind me. Now it was time for my week of fun to begin…..

I should probably tell you a little bit about myself. Well, I’m just your average 30 year old man. Married (as you might have figured out!), both of us with a fairly boring but well paid office jobs, which allows us to live comfortably, and allows me to treat myself to the finer things in life…. Nice car, high end home entertainment system, good clothes. And like in most relationships, no matter how happily married we may be, we all have our own little secrets that our partner doesn’t know about.

My own secret is my obsession with lingerie, especially wearing it! Since I first tried on a pair of tights in my teens, stolen from the laundry basket, I’ve loved the feel of dressing up in sexy, delicate, feminine underwear. Over the last fifteen years I’ve tried so many styles, and built up a small collection of my own, well hidden from my unsuspecting wife. Over time I have figured out what sizes fit me, the styles and colours that I love to wear, and which items make me look like the girl I want to be. From a cute innocent teen, to a filthy slut who would do anything you ask, I have the right lingerie for the right occasion.

Now that my wife had gone away for the week, it was time to let Sophie, the girl I want to be, come out to play……. And boy, did she have some exciting plans for this week! My first port of call was to log on and check my e-mails. There waiting for me was the message I wanted to see…..

>> Hello Sophie,
>> Just want to check you are still able to meet up this evening.
>> I’ve booked us two rooms at the hotel as we planned.
>> Can’t wait to see you at 7pm
>> Andy xx

I fired off a quick reply to let him know that I was still ready to hook up, and very excited about meeting him tonight. I had met Andy on a crossdressing chat site, and we had really hit it off. He seemed very kind and caring, and really showed an interest in chatting and actually getting to know me a bit. He was also very understanding of my situation – the fact that I was married, and the fact that I had never met with anyone before. And best of all, (as well as being gorgeous!) he was fairly local to me! Before long, we had exchanged photos, and made plans to try and meet up when my wife went away. Finally, that time had arrived.

I had spent the whole of last week running through in my head how the evening might go. Various scenarios, good or bad, that may happen. Imagining in my head ways to back out if I didn’t feel happy to go through with it. Lots of thinking ”What if…”, ”What if…”, ”What if…”. I had already made a mental list of everything I needed to pack to take with me, and within 30 minutes I was putting a small suitcase in the car.

Part 2; The Hotel

I pulled into the car park of a country house hotel on the edge of town. As I parked I realised I couldn’t remember any of the last hour of driving. My mind had been elsewhere the whole way, still playing out different events that could happen. I walked into reception where I was greeted by a very friendly receptionist

”Good afternoon. I believe a room has been booked for me? It should be under the name of Jackson”.

The receptionist tapped away at her keyboard. The longer it went on, the more I started to fear the worst, and expected to be told there was no reservation. To find out that I had been stood up. That Andy was just leading me on and had no intention of ever meeting me…..

”Ah yes…. Here we are Mr Jackson. You have been booked into the Regal Suite. There is a wonderful view across the gardens from there. You certainly picked a good one! Follow me, and I’ll show you the way”.

We reached the third floor, and headed for a grand oak door. As the receptionist swung the door open, I was awestruck by the sight in front of me. My mouth just dropped open as I took in the sight in front of me. The room was huge, with a small sofa and chairs in one corner. There were huge floor to ceiling windows letting the sunlight stream in. Against one wall was a dressing table with an ornate mirror, but the centrepiece was on the other side of the room. Dominating the room was a grand oak four poster bed covered with luxurious looking pillows and covers. This certainly wasn’t the grotty little motel room that was a possibility in one of my thoughts!

The receptionist obviously gauged my reaction well.

”You like the room Mr Jackson?” she asked, with a smile on her face. ”The bathroom is through that door. If you need anything, just use the phone to call us on reception and we’ll do all we can to help.