Sissy Crissi Chapter 1

I slowly slid my hands up my calf, drinking in the sensual smoothness. Over my knee and along my thigh, I stopped with both hands resting on my lap, fingers outstretched. My bright red nails, perfectly matching my ankle strapped heels, were contrasted against the tightly stretched white of my skirt. The look stirred my female within. I lulled, lost in a state of feminine bliss.

Time seemed to stand still as I admired my look, lavished in the sensation of having breasts, and drank in the floral scent of my perfume. I opened myself and let all of my senses experience the rush of feeling feminine. I finished my first glass of wine and got up to pour another, the bottle intentionally left in the kitchen just for this reason. The walk to the counter provided another aspect to my female revelry. I moved like a cat, slow and smooth, my hips swaying from side to side, my wrists held limply.

The wine swirled in the glass as I poured. Feeling the need for a dose of courage, I downed the red liquid while standing at the counter and then poured another. Standing there, the long stem of the glass pinched loosely between my fingers and thumb, I spoke out loud, "Why yes, you may," as if asked to accept the purchase of a drink. Fortunately, my voice wasn't at all low for a guy, but still, I found it terribly difficult to sound feminine. Maybe I was trying too hard, or just maybe it didn't sound as bad as I thought.

I finished my drink, poured another glass of liquid courage and returned to the table, this time bringing the bottle with me. Another smoke, it tasted good with the wine. I tried to discipline my thoughts to ignore my continued arousal long enough to plan the night ahead. Driving was out, now that I was on my fourth glass of wine. Maybe I could call a cab, but I'd have to walk a ways first -- no it would be better to just slip into the cab. I shouldn't have had so much wine. Hell, at this point, maybe I should just drink another...

I couldn't concentrate.