Annie awoke first and rushed to the shower. Returning she shook me awake and told me I would be late if I didn’t get my panty clad self out of bed. Staring bleary eyed at the clock I flew out of bed pulled on a shirt and trousers then as I was putting my socks on I realised I was still in stockings, suspender belt and panties. No time to change now, I would have to go wearing my undies. I grabbed a fibre snack bar to eat on the drive. Annie made driving tricky as she was rubbing suspender bumps through my trousers.

“When you get home tonight I’m going to make you pay for that.” I told her with a grin.

“Oh please lord and master, you’re not going have your wicked way with me again, and make me swallow all the evidence?” Annie had a wonderful sense of humour.

“I’ll pick you up as usual then take you home to bed.” I replied.

“Ooh goody goody.” She answered getting out and shutting the car door as she blew me a kiss.

I sped off to try to do some work, but with my suspenders pulling on my stockings and my cock trying it’s best to escape my panties. Concentration was severely lacking.

I did manage somehow to get all the jobs completed that allowed me to leave 30 minutes early. I knew I had enough time to get home, shower, shave and change my lingerie. Now dressed in a pillar box red underwired bra with matching panties and suspender belt. The contrast of my black sheer stockings, was fantastic. After fitting my falsies, I applied just enough makeup, I didn’t want to overdo it and draw to much attention to myself. The next challenge was the most daunting. I slipped on a dark blue blouse, I still found I struggled slightly with buttons on the opposite side. Next was a black a-line skirt that ended just above my knees. With my hair brushed I stepped into 2.5 inch black court shoe. Outside, nervous and excited. I hoped Annie would appreciate the effort. My car covered by the car port gave me some privacy. I could be seen. Inside driving to the station pick up bays I parked and sat waiting. 15 minutes before Annie arrived, looking at me she smiled.

“I offered Millie a lift, she’s about 5 minutes walk from us.” Annie was chuckling as she spoke.

Annie sat in the front, Millie sat in the back. She chose to sit in the middle seat. During the drive I had to lower the sun blind. The mirror on it gave me a very clear view of Millie who was sat with her legs parted, her little white panties clearly on display over her tights, (the reinforced panty was also on view) trying their best to contain the bulge inside. I knew from experience it was not the bulge of a female pussy.

“Would you like to come in and have a coffee or something. The coffee is better than we serve on the train.” Annie asked.

“If it’s not too much trouble. I’ve only got to water the plants when I get home. It would be lovely to spend time with you.” Millie answered.

Annie said she was going to change out of her uniform.

I was in the progress of making the coffees when our door chimed. I glanced at the cooker clock. 5:58. I wasn’t expecting anyone. ?

I looked through the spy hole, it was my neighbour.

She was soon inside. I have some post and parcels for yooooou. Oh! I don’t know you do I?” Looking closer, she added. “Or do I? She queried.

“Um yes, I think you do.” I replied. My face felt flushed.

“Oh that’s fantastic, you look fabulous. Who does your makeup? Where do yo buy your clothes? Do you go out dressed?” Her questions came rapidly.

“I do my own makeup, I buy some clothes online and others in person in shops. Yes I do go out sometimes. But not very often now.” I replied. Just then Millie called from the kitchen.

“Coffee’s ready would you like me to pour it.”

“Oh you have company.” She said.

“Yes, one of Annie’s work colleagues. Would you like a coffee, it’s freshly made, um. Sorry I never got your name I only know you as my neighbour.” I continued.

“Oh yes please, I’d love a coffee. My name is Ophelia, my friends call me Philly.

Just then Annie reappeared.

“Oh WOW!” Millie and I chorused.

Millie stood open mouthed. Annie held her arms out to show her fantastic outfit, she had styled her hair to frame her gorgeous face. As my eyes descended her body under a diaphanous peignoir with a light blue trim, she had a pale blue quarter cup bra that offered her breasts and nipples for all. Lower down she had a matching pale blue high waist suspender belt with 6 suspenders disappearing under her high leg panties, also in pale blue. The suspenders were attached to sheer white lace topped stockings, her feet were in what had to be 5 inch open toed heels with an ankle strap in very shiny black.

“Can we sit and drink our coffee, I’ve been on my feet all day?”Annie huskily breathed.

“This is my neighbour, Ophelia.” I introduced Annie and Millie to her.

“Before we sit, can I please ask if the next time you three gorgeous gurls go out, can I join you. Oh and yes I do have the credentials to be able to accompany you all.” Ophelia asked.

That statement raised a few eyebrows. Ophelia spoke again.

“I’ll explain, I was born with the equipment of a boy, which I still have. When I reached puberty I started developing breasts, small to start with, I was given testosterone injections weekly that changed to capsules after 3 months. I pretended to take them then flushed them away. My breasts continued to grow. By the time I started work they were a fairly impressive 36B. Not bad for a boy. I was offered a mastectomy, which is a risk I wasn’t prepared to take. My parents had their own business, so worked there. Going out became a problem so I switched to dresses and low heels, eventually underwear followed. My father around this time had a heart attack and didn’t survive. Mum sold the business and divided the money 50-50. Oh we still talk very often. She was very supportive of me more so than Dad. But trying to find a partner when you have my equipment is difficult. In fact bloody impossible. Excuse my language.

“I feel I can speak for all of us. Would you like to join our group? Annie asked.

“Oh yes, yes, yes. I’d love to.” Ophelia replied.

Annie was first to step up to Ophelia and plant a kiss on her lips.

“I think I need one of those.” I said. Millie was next.

Annie then broke the ice by looking at Ophelia and said.

“Looks like you are going to enjoy this evening”. Glancing down there was a definite bulge in the front of her skirt.

“Mmmm it seems like we all are.”

I said just one word. “Bedroom.”

There was a clamour for the bedroom where the room was suddenly in awry of discarded outer clothes.

“If you don’t want your tights torn of laddered Millie, best take them off.” Annie suggested.

“I have several sizes of suspender belts and stockings in my place.” Ophelia offered.

In less than 15 minutes, Millie had removed her panties and tights and replaced them with a very frilly black suspender belt and black stockings. Ophelia helped her and consequently Millie was stood in front of kneeling her with a very erect cock pointing up at a 45 degree angle.

Not one of us had skirts or panties on Ophelia had removed her 36C bra, her nipples very erect and areoles were large. Clambering on the bed we all started kissing and fondling the person closest to,us. Annie laid on her back her very rampant cock pointing to the ceiling. Soon Ophelia’s was mouth devouring it. My own cock was being sucked by Millie. Eventually by some manoeuvring we were all being sucked and sucking. I don’t remember who came first, I just know there was cum in my mouth before my own cum was being jetted into one of the others.

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TvCarole

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Comments always welcome.

Epilogue.

We are now a 4 gurl group. Millie moved in with Ophelia, switched from tights to stockings and suspender belts. Our group sometimes swell to 5. One occasion we were all a pub that regularly held a TV/CD night. Millie off to the ladies to ‘freshen up’ when a guy forced his attention on her. He was squeezing her breasts really hard and then put one hand under dress grabbing her cock.

“You need to get on your knees slut and suck me off.” He growled in her ear.

The barman looked at him told him to get off or get out.

When Millie returned to us. She told us what happened.

“My round.” Ophelia stood and walked to the bar. She seemed to have a long conversation with the bar owner. She returned with 4 small glasses on a tray.

“Ok girls, these are only lemonade made to look like G&T’s. I know the bar man and he knows that guy is a nuisance on these nights so we have hatched a plan. Drink like it is G&T and wait here you three till I call you the join me quickly.” Ophelia told us.

She stood and made her way to the powder room, making sure her prey was watching her. He soon followed her into the darker area. Soon we heard her call. In the corridor he was pushed face first hard against the wall, his legs spread and an arm twisted up his back. His language turning the air blue.

“Gag him girls.” She said.

“You wanted to get into my panties so here they are.” Millie spoke, taking hers off and pushing them into his mouth. He could now only make muffled sounds.

With the help of the barman and a pair of our stockings we secured him and bundled him into our car. We drove to Ophelia’s house we had a paper bag over his head. Inside and in her lounge we stripped him then redressed him in some of Ophelia’s old clothes. She had a denim skirt that was knee high. When she had finished it didn’t cover the tops of the hold up stockings we had put on his legs. We sewed the bra clips so he couldn’t remove it without scissors. The t-shirt had holes cut out to expose the bra cups. The next part was a little trickier. Two of us held his head still blind folded with a tea towel. Lipstick and blusher were plastered on. Over his eyebrows which we had shaped into a feline arch with an electric razor, we painted electric blue eye shadow. Still secured to the chair. We showed him his clothes then threw them from the window. Partially we untied his legs leaving him hobbled, hands tied to the tops of his legs. We drove him 5 miles out of town, he was sobbing when stopped, trying to speak with Millie’s panties still in his mouth. We put him out at a lay-by that was known locally as a dogging hot spot. He wasn’t alone long we could see some of the vehicles parked there had their doors open before we exited the lay-by.

The next time we all went to the pub, he was quietly sat in the corner our eyebrow restyling still very evident. Also he was now wearing eye shadow and some lippy. He walked over to us and offered to buy us all a drink by way of apology. He also whispered to us. Would we teach him the intricacies of applying makeup properly and how to dress. As he left us he said he was petrified at first but after a while he began to enjoy the evening, and could he keep Millie’s panties and the other clothes? We chorused YES!

So remember.

Don’t mess with our foursome you might become to love it.

TvCarole

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