With an 'E'

This story could come under a range of headings, Mature, Couplings, or Transgender.

But, I guess, Transgender is best, as I have enjoyed the luxury of satin against my body for some time now.

Having Lived alone for the last few years, soft, swirly clothing and satin panties keep me constantly stimulated.

Anyway, on with my story.

Denice and I met when crewing on a friend's race yacht. Every second weekend we would arrive at the dock with our gear, for the race of the day. All fun, but the skipper was a dedicated man.

We weren't useless crew, however, when the wind died under 4 knots, we would get bored, and chat away about our lives and what we had coming the following week.

"Enough of you two's chat, we are in a RACE!" would come from the boss.

Well, we were good 'yachting' friends for a couple of years. - Until that stayover.

Race up 50 miles, back the following day.

Yeah, right, with a celebration between.

All tipsy, Denice and I arrived back at the boat before the others, took our burgeoning friendship to the next level, and it was such a passionate fuck we were both flabbergasted.

Let me tell you about Denice. A tall mousey haired, magnificently bodied Lady. Just so demure, elegant, and together in life. Fifteen years younger than me.

Man, I was so much in Love / Lust! The strange thing was, she seemed to be pretty keen on me.

The return race I am afraid, we did not give our all to the sailboat, our conversation was constantly about the Us, and the lives we had.

I even broached the subject of my femme wardrobe, and the pleasure I got from wearing soft clothing, a little makeup, and high heels around the house, even shopping in clothing that I felt I could get away with, when I was turned on. I did not wish to begin this relationship on a lie.

The discussion did elicit a very strange look. In fact though, Denice seemed closer than ever.

She told me about her life, now and earlier. The marriage that had ended so tragically when her husband was killed at work.