My name is Leigh. Well, my girl's name. It feels right to me, and that is how I am. All my stories are based on truth, but the places and names have been changed.
Friday night, I was ready to hit this club, but I needed to stop at my aunt’s old house on the east side of town first. Long story short: The family was selling it, and my cousin had a plumber working at the home today. I was asked to check the house and ensure the plumber left everything in good shape for the carpet estimator to stop by tomorrow.
I slid into the driver’s seat of my car, and I mean slid into the seat. I wore a black stretchy mini dress with a long-sleeved jacket and sinfully black nylons. When I got in the car, my skirt hiked up, revealing my pink panties. I adjusted the hem of my dress to a more respectable level and situated my heels onto the pedals as I started the car. My perception of my sexiness was heightened when I had to adjust to my outfits to do simple tasks, like driving a vehicle with heels, not to mention the chance of being caught dressed like a girl driving through town.
It was a short 15-minute drive to my aunt’s house, but I already had three different fantasies about me walking in on the plumber, or maybe plumbers, plural, and they had their way with me in the kitchen. A girl can dream. I parked on the street and walked up to the house, letting myself in through the front door.
The house was an empty two-story home with three bedrooms and a full basement. My aunt had lived here for over 50 years before the steps became too much for her, and she had to move to a smaller apartment. I locked the front door behind myself and recovered the plumber’s key from the fireplace mantel in the living room. Since my cousin lives four hours away, he would mail contractors' keys so they could let themselves in and do what needed to be done, and I reclaimed the keys for my cousin’s next visit.
As I walked through the empty house, I imagined what it would be like to be a girl full-time without all the pressures of my current life: career, kids, ex-wife, and bills. I checked the downstairs powder room, and before I reached the stairs, I stopped to admire myself in the hall mirror. I could not resist smoothing my hands down the front and back of my new stretchy dress. I was getting horny again, I thought to myself it was a good thing I had a gaff on, and I had masturbated about 5 times before I left the house or my smooth silky front would have a speed bump. Walking up the stairs in my tight stretchy dress was making me horny enough to need to rub one more out.
The upstairs hallway carpet had blown insulation tracked down its length, probably from the plumbers. It was not a big deal, but the carpets had to be “well-vacuumed” for the carpet estimator, or we would be assessed an additional fee for “dirty carpet” removal. I went to the spare bedroom and pulled out the Kirby. The giant polished aluminum vacuum my aunt had for years.
Just as I finished vacuuming, I thought I heard a noise, causing me to pause from rewinding the cord to the machine’s handle. It freaked me out; I thought I heard the front door shut and the lock click. I stood motionless, searching for any sound, anything to alleviate my fears, but all I could hear was my heart. I started to pull the monster vacuum back to the closet when I listened to a questioning “HELLO” from the base of the stairs.
I completely freaked out, dressed like a girl in an empty house, alone. Who knows who it is or what they will do when they find a crossdresser? I felt I could handle myself, but in a tight clubbing dress and heels, I was starting to panic. I started carefully descending the stairs, and when I got to the first landing, I could see the intruder. He was looking up at me smiling and as I slowly arrived at the foyer, he offered his hand, helping me down the last couple of steps. He was a little taller than I was and seemed skinny, but the definition in his arms alluded to a swimmer's build hiding under that polo shirt and khaki pants. His curly hair reminded me of David (the first person I gave a blowjob to in college).
“My name is James; your cousin hired me to replace the floorings. I hope you don’t mind; he gave me the key and said to stop by any time after Thursday,” he said. I was beginning to relax a little bit; this person was not going to kill me. At least not right away.
“I’m Leigh,” I offered as I extended my hand again. This time, James turned it and kissed the back of my hand.
“Please don’t mention how I’m dressed to my family,” I said, trying not to sound begging.
James chuckled and said, “No problem.”
I caught myself biting my bottom lip involuntarily. James did remind me a lot of the first guy I let stick his cock in my mouth, and it was hard not to daydream of days gone by.
I lead James upstairs to the first of three bedrooms. I helped hold the end of the tape measure as he first measured and then made notes on his clipboard. As we moved from room to room, I could see him checking me out, and when we talked, it was apparent he was having trouble looking me in the eyes, not staring at my boobs. A few times, I stopped and turned to find his gaze on my ass or legs. I was flattered, and I began flirting with James as we went through the house, even going so far as to lay my hand on his chest when I laughed at his jokes. I admit I liked the attention, and if he had asked, I would have gone home with him.
In the upstairs hallway, James brushed the back of his hand across my ass and I pretended not to notice, but the next time we passed, I did stick my ass out a little intentionally rubbing my ass against his crotch. I still could not get the idea of sucking his cock out of my mind. The idea of wrapping my lips around his cock, I could almost hear his sudden inhale as I sucked him into the back of my mouth. My mind drifted to the feel of his hands in my hair and the noises he might make as I drew his cock into my mouth.