Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole

The two other ladies were sucking their straws, they were always relaxed at lunch. Me? I was always excited, I would be rubbing my nylons and constantly recrossing my legs. Personally, I was looking to put an extra edge on, being with the other two girls did something massive to my confidence, my libido, and I was waiting for a little adventure, but the other two, well, they just wanted lunch.

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"Come in, come in, come in..."

The three of us started these lunches three years before. We all went to the same salon. I always thought it was funny that the salon wasn't in, or even near where we lived. We lived in Worchester, Massachusetts and the salon was forty minutes away in Framingham. The woman, Marilyn, who worked on our wigs and nails and curves got us together. She said it was quite coincidental that we had so much in common. We lived in the same city, we were almost the same age, we were all retired, and we were all beautiful crossdressers, well, that was her words. Oh, and we were all married.

"Hello, Ladies,"

Even Marilyn called us ladies, right from the start, as soon as the three of us had gotten together. We were in one of the side rooms, the ones for waxing and shaving and other things which led to clothes being taken off, you know a little nakedness. It was very private.

Marilyn introduced us, she gave us wine, we had a nice afternoon. It was the longest I had been out of the house in a dress in years since I was in my twenties. I told my quick little story, I was so embarrassed.

"I have been um, dressing up since I was young, real young. I went a little crazy with it when I was a teenager and in my early twenties and then I got married. That was twenty-five years ago, I'm fifty-one, have two kids that are out of the house, and a bored wife that doesn't know I still wear heels. She thought I gave it up on our tenth anniversary. She doesn't realize it's all I think about. I'm also a little obsessed with makeup I could spend hours if I have the time, trying different looks." I scrunched my face, I swallowed, I was going to be judged, I think I was blushing.