A Night to Remember

I move toward the bathroom and get into the shower. I quickly wash and shave my body; I towel off and then give my face a very close shave.

I move back to our bedroom and proceed to get dressed. Realistically, I'm not in the best shape of my life anymore, so I've found that I like the help of a body shaper in lieu of panties and a bra to make a more convincing Nicole. I slide my legs into the body shaper and work it up my body, slipping my arms through the straps and letting them rest on my shoulders. I love the snug feeling of body shaper -- it does wonders keeping my cock nicely hidden. I slide my breast forms into the cups and now have a nice C size rack and the shaper is now almost like a form of bondage in itself, feeling every move I make all over my torso and in my crotch.

Then I slide some tan pantyhose up my clean shaven legs. I love the feel of the nylon on my hairless legs -- I glance down to admire my sexy pantyhose encased legs. Legs are very much my trigger and I can feel my cock straining to stand in attention. However, it was no match for the body shaper prison that contained it.

Mesmerized by the soft feel of the nylon on my legs, I start to rub my cock through material of its prison. I was very turned on, just about ready to release my cock from its confines when I happened to glance at the clock -- I panicked when I saw I was down to only 20 minutes or so.

I pulled on a red turtle neck with ¾ length sleeves. I glanced down and admired the way the top fit my breasts -- the way it perfectly shaped to them; you'd never know they weren't real. I then stepped into a black pencil skirt and pulled up to my waist. I tucked the turtle neck into the waistband of my skirt; then neatly bloused my top over my waistband. I decided to also slip on a black sweater with a square neckline that even further complimented my breasts and softened my broad shoulders. Lastly, I stepped into respectful 3 inch black sling-back heels.

I looked at the clock again, 12 minutes remaining. Frantically, I moved to the vanity to start my makeup. I no sooner sat down and my phone chimed of a new message received; it was from my wife. Luck was on my side; a bad accident had snarled traffic and she would be delayed a good half hour or longer. Now more relaxed that I had time to spare, I again started my make up routine.