Following the success of winning the town's charity fancy dress competition, where I went as Cinderella and my sister Sue went as Prince Charming, I was wondering if this would be the end of my cross-dressing experience. While in this state of mind, I was approached by the youngest photographer at the event, who introduced himself as David, and asked if I would like to pose for him in a photo session as Cinderella. I agreed to his request.

The result was that the next Saturday, I arrived at David's studio feeling some trepidation; after all, I didn't know anything about him or what might be wanted. I had all the Cinderella clothes in a small holdall and although this included bra, suspender belt, stockings and slip, I wasn't sure if I was going to go the whole way in dressing before someone I didn't really know. I was wearing panties because I liked the feel of them also because my sister Sue had taken all my briefs because she liked them.

The studio was over a camera shop owned by his dad. I later learned that his dad did a lot of erotic model photography. David seemed equally nervous when he let me into the place but we both relaxed as he showed me round the studio and told me what he wanted to do. After a coffee, he indicated the changing room and asked if I had brought all the costumes I had been wearing at the competition. I replied that I had and then asked why he wanted to know.

"Well," he said, "I got the feeling that you liked wearing the dress more than just as a costume."

"Anything wrong with that," I replied, trying to sound disinterested.

"Oh no," he said "It's just that I like wearing girls' things too."

"You do?" I said.

"Yes," he replied, "see." And to prove his statement he undid the belt to his lose trousers and let it fall to the floor. With this action he revealed the truth of his statement for he was wearing sheer black stockings clipped to red suspenders and a pair of red satin bikini panties, he continued by taking off his dark shirt that hid his red satin bra and the satin suspender belt that the tabs were attached to. At first, I was stunned and then delighted to find a fellow spirit.

"Oh, how wonderful. I'll get changed," I said enthusiastically.

"And I'll finish dressing," replied David with a smile.

I left the dressing room door open so that we could watch each other as we dressed and so that David could see that I was already wearing knickers when I arrived. I took extra care as I dressed and was particularly precise with my makeup for I never like overdoing it.

When I returned to the studio floor, David was already sorting out his camera equipment.

In complete contrast to my blond persona, his raven hair reached his shoulders and he wore a dark grey pinstriped wrap round skirt, that showed off his stocking-clad legs to perfection, a simple white silk blouse only served to emphasise the deliberately tempting red bra worn underneath.

"God, you look stunning," I said.

"So do you," he replied, "oh, and I like to be called Dee when I'm like this. What about you?"

"My sister calls me Paula."

"Right, Paula," said Dee, "shall we begin."

So began our first photographic session. I was nervous at first but soon warmed up and found that I liked posing for the camera, getting bolder as we progressed. In what seemed next to no time at all we were having a coffee break while Dee put more film in the camera.

"I was wondering," said Dee "if you would be prepared to pose in your undies, or would you model some of the outfits we have here," she added hurriedly in case I objected.

"What outfits?" I asked.

Dee led me back into the changing room where there was a wardrobe and a couple of chests of drawers. She pulled open a couple of the drawers and opened the wardrobe. There before me was a wide selection of sexy bras, knickers, garter belts, bustiers, basques and peignoirs not to mention the more exotic outfits and uniforms hanging in the wardrobe. The materials covered the complete spectrum from silk and satin through lace, P.V.C, plastic, rubber and leather. It was a revelation and quite took my breath away as well as putting a lot of naughty thoughts into my head and causing some excitement in my knickers.

"Well?"

"Help me out of my dress," I replied, "and let's see what you think of what I am currently wearing."

So Dee un-zipped my dress and helped me out of it and then I went back in front of the camera. I began by trying to conceal my penis but as this session progressed I became more and more blatant in the way I posed, encouraged by Dee. Her comments only made me hornier and that resulted in my cock growing in my panties and I could see it was having an effect on Dee as well.

"That was wonderful," said Dee as the session ended, "and I must say you were incredibly sexy."

"Was I?" I responded, secretly delighted at the compliment.

"Oh yes." said Dee, "see for yourself." And she came over to where I was standing, took my hand and guided it through the fold in her skirt and onto her stiff panty-covered cock. I felt a frisson of excitement at this intimate action. Dee manoeuvred us round so that we could see ourselves in a large full-length mirror attached to the studio wall. The sight was gorgeous. Two beautiful girls looked back at us, one blond and one brunette. The blond wearing a white figure-hugging basque, sheer white stockings and equally sheer bikini panties that hardly hid her rampant prick. The brunette, shedding her skirt and blouse, stood equally provocatively in her red satin undies while the blond's hand still caressed her barely hidden cock.

So I took the initiative and placed Dee's hand on my crotch so she could grasp my rigid penis. Even as we continued to feel each other we moved over to a corner of the studio where there was a prop bed and together we sank down on it.

Our mutual fondling slowly became more passionate and urgent and we began to kiss each other, after all, which man doesn't want to kiss a beautiful woman, and this action only intensified our excitement. Dee's hand slid down the front of my knickers and grasped my rigid pole more firmly as she continued playing with me. I did the same thing to her and let my fingers run over the soft velvet of her cock head and spread some of the pre-cum down the length of her rigid prick. A few moments later I felt Dee's cock throb and with a throaty cry, she squirted her cum over us. This, in turn, precipitated my climax and after I had shot my load we collapsed, leaving both of us bathed in sweat, cum and sex.

"God, Dee, you make a wonderful lover," I said, "how did you start?"

"I'll tell you at our next photo session," she said, and we began to play with each other again.

All I can say now is that I don't know how I had the patience to wait that long, as much for another session with Dee as well as for her story.