I had been visiting this cottage for several years, long before it got closed, then repurposed to become a business unit. I had been sat inside reading the graffiti and viewing the drawings of guys with over large genitalia wearing stockings, suspender belts, some were giving oral and some were getting anal sex.

The stories turn me on and I would stroke my little cock, imagining I too was dressed similarly. Unfortunately I didn’t have access to such skimpy underwear. What I could sneak sometimes was a roll-on white girdle some American tan stockings, (mostly already laddered and rescued from the rubbish bin). Finished off with a pair of cotton full cut briefs. If I was really lucky I managed to try on a circle stitched full cup bra. I never had the courage to wear it out of the house.

Moving on 5 years I’m now 25 and employed with a healthy income. I can now buy my own underwear, it’s all rather skimpy now. I had two weeks holiday approaching, that I’d planned to go camping alone, not quite back to nature but I would be able to dress in my lingerie, sleep in a silky night dress. I had everything planned, or I thought I did.

The day arrived, I loaded my provisions and my change of clothes including my lingerie. I started off at a registered camp site for two nights, to check I hadn’t forgotten anything I would need to continue.

I pitched my tent, I got some help from a guy in the next pitch. After a moderate meal in the camp restaurant, which was basically a take away service. Meal consumed, I headed off to the shower block. First I stood at one of the many basins and shaved as close as possible using the polished aluminium mirror. My next pitch neighbour came in and stood next to me, although there were several vacant bowls. I watched him as he took extra care shaving, he had bought a proper mirror and had a better reflection.

“You can borrow it, if you want.” He offered.

“Thanks, I’m ok.” I replied.

“You won’t get many girls with 10 o’clock stubble.” He added.

“Well thank you, that’s very kind.” I once again replied.

I shaved again and he was right, I did feel smoother. My next action was to shower. I gathered my shaving gear and headed off to a shower cubicle. Hanging my stuff I stripped off and was soon under the steaming water, I scrubbed and then taking my razor proceeded to remove as much of my pubic hair as I could see and reach safely. Drying off I stepped into my black lacy brazilian style panties, I gave out a sigh of delight as I snuggled myself in. Did I hear a gasp? No I imagined it.

Stepping into my joggers and pulling a sweatshirt over my head. I gathered all my other clothes and wash gear then made my way back to my tent. I crawled in and sorted my dirty/worn clothes from my shaving and washing gear. I shucked off my joggers and folded them followed by my sweatshirt. I eased my black nightie from my kit bag and put it on. Climbed into my sleeping bag. I zipped it up. I snuggled down and switched off my light. I closed my eyes feeling myself through my nightie and panties. I was in nirvana heaven when a voice outside called out.

“Can I come in please.” It was the guy who helped me pitch my tent and offer the mirror.

“I was settling down to sleep, and I am tired.” I replied loud enough he could hear, but not shouting.

“We do need to talk and soon.” He called, close to my tent flap.

I thought if I keep covered and the light off, he won’t be able to see my nightie.

“Ok, but can we be quite quick, I really am tired.” I replied.

He unzipped my tent flap and inner tent, then just as quickly he zipped them up again.

When he turned round, well it was a real revelation. In the half light, he had his dressing gown open and showed me his pale pink camisole with matching French knickers, black suspenders showing out of the legs attached to sheer pink stockings.

“I think we share a passion.” He uttered.

“How, um, did you know.” I hesitantly asked.

“First I sensed something, I didn’t know what, just something, when you borrowed my mirror for and extra close shave, then finally when I saw you putting your lacy panties on in the shower cubicle. You didn’t spot the spy hole in the wall. I was looking through, I’m sorry.

“Seeing you dressed like that, I’m glad you did.” I uttered.

“Could I have a closer look?” “Please.”

“There is room in my sleeping bag, you look cold.” I whispered, as I unzipped my bag. He removed his dressing gown and slid in beside me and snuggled up. We were zipped in and we were caressing each other.

“Oh sweetie, be careful or I will soil my knickers with cum.” He gasped

“They already feel a bit sticky with your pre-cum, as I’m sure mine do.” I whispered. We escaped the sleeping bag and kneeling face to face, his hand inside my panties, my hand inside his french knickers. He cupped one of my nonexistent breasts, it had the desired effect of hardening my nipple, I copied and felt the swell of a small breast with nipple already erect. Before either of us realised it we were kissing, not just kissing, kissing passionately, our tongues seeking the others. We parted to talk still stroking each other’s tumescent throbbing poles.

“How long have you been dressing?” He asked.

“At least five years, probably longer. I was going to ask you the same.” I replied.

“I would say a little longer, I love the feel of your nightie and lacy panties.” He whispered.

“I love what you’re doing to me, if you keep it up, I won’t be able to stop myself unloading my cream on the floor.” I replied in equally hushed tones.

“We can’t have that, it would be such a waste.” He whispered.

Having spoken he shifted his position, almost laying he slipped his lips over my pole.

“Let’s lay on my bed we will be more comfortable.” I offered.

I was slightly unprepared for next event, in the semi darkness I lay down and as I did he slid my lacy panties off and lifted my nightie up completely exposing my almost hairless area, I shaved in the shower earlier.

He then removed his french knickers to expose he was totally hairless. His next move was to lay next to me on top of my sleeping bag but head to toe. Well not exactly head to toe, He took a gentle hold of me then slipping his tongue around the head of my cock he suddenly engulfed it.

“Oh my goodness.” I nearly screamed at the pleasure. In all the time I had been dressing in my lingerie, I had never been given oral. It was fantastic. I opened my eyes to see his hardness, it’s single eye weeping fluid onto my hand. Tentatively I took my finger to it. Getting some of his juices. Can I do this? I touched my tongue with my finger, a little salty, but not unpleasant, certainly not bitter. I took and tasted more.

Mmmm, I could get to like this. I did like this. I wanted more and I knew where I could get it, lots of it. Moving my head forward I carefully licked the tip. Tasting more of this wonderful nectar.

“Oh that’s fantastic, aah, mmmm. Ooh you’re good.” He moaned as he paused sucking me.

I stopped.

“Please don’t stop, keep going and will keep cumming.” He gasped.

Now I had a taste of his juices, I wanted more and he provided it.

Can I actually put his cock in my mouth, why not. Mine was in his. I went for it, slipping in as much as I could. My mouth filling with his fluid. My tongue swirling around making him produce of this ambrosia of life. It was turning me on big time as I quite soon felt the tingling sensation of my impending explosion that each time I played solo.

Stopping what I was doing momentarily.

“I’m almost cumming.” I gushed. He latched on even harder.

I resumed bobbing, licking, stroking and sucking.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.” I sighed as I pumped and he swallowed.

Now could I repay the compliment, I was going to try at the very least.

I didn’t have to wait long, the tasty fluid that I was drinking became thicker and tastier, I had to keep swallowing in order not to drown.

He gave any equally contented sigh as the source of my enjoyment slowed up and stopped. Neither of us moved for at least 5 minutes. Then he moved back so we’re once again face to face.

He kissed me again.

“That was fantastic, the best I’ve ever tasted and your oral skills are fabulous.” He whispered.

“Thank you, I glad I met your experience. It was my first time ever giving and taking.” I felt myself blushing.

“No way! You sucked fabulously. I can’t believe I’m your first.”

“Yes way! I have never sucked or been sucked, in actual fact you’re the first person other than myself to hold my love pole.

“I’m honoured, you are a very lovely gurl and I would adore to do it again. Can I ask a tiny favour?” He enquired.

“Yes of course.” I replied.

“If I just nip back to my tent and grab some trousers and a jumper for the morning, can I stay the night with you?” He asked.

“That would be fantastic, please don’t be long, oh and perhaps put your knickers and dressing gown back on.” I replied.

He slipped her knickers and dressing gown on and disappeared. 2 minutes later he returned. I had replaced my black panties and got into my sleeping bag. I left it unzipped.

He removed his dressing gown folded it and placed his trousers and jumper on top, he slid in next to me and snuggled up behind me. His arm around me caressing me through my nightie. I could feel him close up to me he was kissing the back of my neck. Eventually we fell asleep.

The morning brought new bridges to cross. I awoke with morning wood bursting over the waist band of my panties, I also knew my bedfellow had morning wood as it was pressing against me. It was light outside and I could hear voices out there. Unzipping my side of the sleeping bag I slipped out. A sleepy voice whispered.

“Where are you going my lover?” He quizzed.

“I’m bursting, so I’ve to run. Don’t go anywhere unless you are desperate too.” I whispered.

“Give me two seconds.” He whispered. Crawling from the bag he pulled on his joggers and trainers, followed by a jumper. I’d already pulled my outer clothes on. I left the tent first and felt his hand stroking my bum through my joggers. He turned and zipped up the outer flap and we strode quickly to the shower block. Standing at the urinal he stood next to me. Most everyone else was at the basins or in a shower stall. I was emptying my bladder when he reached across and held it for me.

“Ooh, in here?” I questioned.

“I just needed to hold it again and feel the hardness.” He thrust his hips forward, inviting me to reciprocate. Well of course I did. We finished but still held on.

“Is this a private party or can I join in?” A quiet spoken voice asked.

“Join in the middle.” My friend said.

Standing between us he unzipped and un buttoned easing his cock out of his bright red lacy panties.

“Very nice, would you like to join us in my tent?” I asked. Where did that come from.

“Ooh yes please .” He whispered.

“Follow us.” I answered.

Having tucked ourselves away, and led the way to my tent. Inside we realised we were a little cramped for space, but we were cozy. Our new friend decided to start and wriggled out of very tight jeans. So tight his red panties were following his jeans. He hastily pulled them back up, but not revealing he had slender long cock in suspender tights.

“Very nice.” I uttered.

He removed his top to show a bra to match his panties.

Now it was my turn, sweatshirt first revealing my nightie, then my joggers to show the matching panties with dried cum on the lace. My neighbour was last revealing his pink french knickers and camisole with pink stockings and black suspender belt.

It wasn’t long before we were minus our knickers and panties. Hands,  tongues and completed the assault on the available tumescent cocks. It was a good idea to pitch my tent in a quiet corner. Our new friend was first to gasp as her expelled into our shared mouths. She lay down on my air mattress stroking us as we kissed.

“69, each other.” Our new found friend instructed. I lay on my back with my neighbour knelt over me. I knew what I wanted, and there it was pointed towards my open mouth, dripping pre-cum into it. My neighbour had the harder work. Gravity was working against her but she overcame this by lowering her head straight onto my cock. We both ooh’d and aah’d as we feasted on the offering. After our little suck fest, our new guest spoke.

“Perhaps I better introduce myself, my girlie name is Tricia.” She told her.

It was at this point we realised we’d had oral sex twice but not got each other’s names.

My girlie name is Linda, because I like to Belinda. Hello Tricia.” My neighbour informed both of us.

“I always liked the name Carole, so I’ll use it for my girlie pursuits.” I answered.

“How long are you here for?” Tricia enquired.

“I’m here for one more night.” I told them.

“I’m here for the week.” Linda replied.

“How would you like to stay till the end of the week?” Tricia asked me.

“I was told all the pitches were fully booked, and I’m not sure about new neighbours, that catch me part or fully dressed.” I told her.

“Let me worry about that.” Tricia responded.

“What about me? If Carole has to move, she has the bigger of our two tents.” Linda queried.

“I have the solution, which I hope you’ll both enjoy.” Tricia told us.

“How?”

“What?”

I can’t remember who asked which question, but Tricia explained.

“This site belongs to my family, I have been put in to manage it for the foreseeable future, as long as I turn a reasonable profit. My thoughts are if you both or either want to stay the week, for free, you can.

You’ll both get back any money you have already paid.”

“That sounds like a wonderful suggestion”. Linda answered.

There is more, at the rear of the camp shop is my living accommodation, you can pack up your camping gear, I have plenty of storage, clean and dry. My bed is very comfortable and certainly big enough for three.

“How soon can we pack up and move?” I asked.

“As soon as you two have dealt with those.” Tricia giggled looking at our rampant cocks.

We both looked down to see we were both sporting erections and leaking.

We looked at each other and nodded then advanced over to Tricia on our knees. Then we took turns in feeding our juices to Tricia, who was more than happy to help us out.

An hour later we were all packed up and loading our camping gear in Tricia’s electric park vehicle our clothes separate. After settling in. Linda asked if we two could do some cosmetic styling.

“Of course. What did you have in mind?” Tricia remarked looked at our fairly short hair.

“Carole needs a bit of a trim in places difficult to reach.” Linda answered.

“No problem, give me two minutes.” Tricia announced

True to her word, two minutes she had returned with a packet of depilatory cream.

“Just follow the instructions, I have to open the shop. See you when your done, I’ll probably be serving someone. With their groceries.” She added when she saw the look on our faces.

After Linda had helped me remove the rest of my body hair from ankles to shoulders, cleaned off and moisturised me. That was fun. She suggested a full dressing session. I of course agreed, not knowing how far she intended to go. I found out soon enough. Now she was clad wearing a pale blue lingerie set with tan stockings. She chose my white set from my hold-all, also tan stockings.

“Now makeup my darling.” She told me.

I’d not tried makeup, only occasionally some bright red lipstick. But with Linda’s help there was a reasonably passing face staring back at me in the mirror.

“Right do you own a wig darling?” Linda asked

“Yes it’s right in the bottom of my hold all in a breathable plastic bag.” I replied.

Linda settled it on my head and gave it a light brush. I chose a almost sheer white cotton blouse matched with a mid thigh length black flared skirt and 2 inch block heels.

Linda set dealing with her own clothes and dealt quicker than she dealt with me. Like me she chose white lingerie with a pale blue blouse and flower print knee length skirt. She slipped her feet into 3 inch heels.

“Come on let’s surprise Tricia.” Linda suggested.

We crept out of the mobile home, round the side of the camp shop, in the front of the shop, arm in arm we went in and started looking at the woman's magazines.

“Can I help you ladies?” Tricia queried. He was in his male mode although some of his mannerisms were definite female traits.

Linda just raised her hand slightly and huskily announced.

“We’re fine thanks.” Linda spoke.

I minced my way across to a clothes rack. There were some lovely outfits hung on the rail.

“Are these prices correct, they are incredibly cheap for quality outfits.” I enquired. Trying to disguise my voice.

“Oh you two minxes, now I know who you are. For your cheek, I’m going to employ you to help run the shop during the busy time.” Tricia announced.

My first week of being dressed in public began. I loved it. Linda and Tricia taught me so much about applying my makeup, that I now feel I can  do it myself. In actual fact I did my own on Thursday and Friday morning.

Saturday morning came and Tricia and I said goodbye to Linda, her holiday was over. She told she had never had such a fabulous week, could she book two weeks next year. Tricia told her she would be disappointed if she didn’t. I was still dressed as Carole long after Linda had left.

“I’m not trying to get rid of you, but don’t you have to leave today?” Tricia enquired.

“Well I have got another week of holiday to use, but I hadn’t booked another site. I was kind of hoping.” I started.

“Hope no more, you’re hired, also there will be more room in our bed.” Tricia told me. Before the next customer entered the shop, she kissed me with her hand going under my skirt caressing the growing bulge in my panties. As soon as the camp shop closed in the evening. Tricia reappeared and we had CD lesbian sex every night sometimes, most times in the morning as well. I just knew I loved starting work, if you could call it work with a tum full of cum and being dressed as a woman.

So it was with great sadness the following week end that I loaded my car. Carole was hidden away for another year, apart from the odd weekend.

Both Linda and I would get together next year with Tricia and spend two weeks in our alter ego.

TvCarole

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