Loosing my virginity again, travel in space/time courtesy of Fairy dear.

It felt so good...

Hey that black dress is so cute, awesomely must-have, with red shoes, strapless longline bra and high-wasted open bottom girdle, rustling petti, brazen hair and light evening makeup. What fragrance to complement ? Poison or the more conservative Chanel 5 ?

Nah Girl, age took it's toll, you aren't anymore in your thirties to even dream of it. This is for the happy younger ones, be good in your auntie Sissy attire, get that job finished and call it  a day.

Yeah, maybe a coffee, but not three or it'll be one of those sleepless nights, talk about beauty sleep.

Wide window bay, city lights down there. Dim warm cozy light up here in what appears to be a plushy hotel room.

Something's not right. My arms are tightly drawn backwards, I can feel tense straps over my shoulders. Fighting the tightness does not help.

Yes, I'm in an armbinder. The neckline of my dress has moved down revealing lacy cups ready to burst under the pressure from my tightly bound in the back arms.

Cautiously standing up from the chair. Can feel my heels take grip on the soft carpet. Tugs on my stockings at each step. Shivers as my legs slide on the asperities of the hard lace petticoat.

Panic ? Not quite. Rather building up heat, the kind of heat that sends waves thru my body, wild sensations of need.

I feel pretty. Devastatingly pretty. And vulnerable. Vulnerable in that merciless armbinder. Can't toss it down. The more I try the more my lacy cups show from beneath my dress.

This wardrobe malfunction turns my panic into an overpowering excitement.

Clicks on the door. No. I won't turn back. I am pretty. My powers extend beyond the immobilizing armbinder.

Can feel the scent of suave aftershave. Two hands grab the armbinder straps and force me back on the chair. Wish I could smooth my dress and cover the lacy hem of my petti. No. I'm still strapped tight.

A lighter clicks, sweet tobacco smell feels the space.

There's a cigarette in front of my face held by a robust and well cared hand. I lean forwards and take a puff.

Vulnerable, to the point of seeking relief in a cigarette held by an unknown hand.

He leaves the cigarette between my lips. He ? Who ?

Whose hands plunge in my décolleté and grab my breasts ?

Remove my cigarette and plunge deeper in the tense lacy cups, exacerbate, pinch my nipples.

Slide up my legs, add their presence to te rustling petti. No, Won't turn back my head.

It might spoil the moment.

The pull on the armbinder straps is stronger than before, it almost lifts me in the air. Then gently but firmly pushes me down, supporting and guiding as I try to lean on my knees despite the heels.

I don't need to be told. I know that taste of lubricated condom over the organ that spreads my jaws.

Desperate hunger. Frenetic out of control movements. Deep, Yes next stroke I'll try y best to swallow it even deeper. I'm pretty, he's hard, despite being vulnerable I have the power to turn on his desire.

He pulls out. Lifts me by the armbinder straps and tosses me over cushions in the middle of the bed.

Pins me face down on the crisp fresh sheets. His knees spread my legs. I can feel my dress and petti slowly pulled over my back.

Hungry hands caress my tights, run over the tense garters, reach for my panties.

Yes I'm ready. Offered soon to be taken. More tugs on my panties. Yes they slide down, rest against the stocking tops. 

Slippery fingers go there. Where ? As if I coud change the course of events... Gently massage, run circles. Explosive charge flushes thru my body. I want it to ignite and devastate me. I want it. I hurt for it.

I can feel it slide on my buttocks. Gets closer, gently rubs the fire.

In a moment.. in a moment... Good thing I'm restrained, there's no way back.

Will it hurt ?

Yes indeed, the heat of the consuming cigarette had reached my fingers.

Reality check. This is my office. My monitors, and I'm sitting on my chair with a consumed cigarette in hand.

Reaching for the still warm coffee.

Oups, I know that wet feeling in my panty-girdle.

A building headache takes over. It's all so confusing. Now I need an aspirine and a shower.

Reaching down. Yes. Definitely, my locked cage is oozy. Kleenex at work to contain eventual leaks.

Headache won't go. One aspirine or two ?

"Just take down your colors,  brush your teeth and rush in bed Sweetie, tomorrow is another day."

Silence.

Shutting down my computer.

"So it was one of your tricks Fairy dear ?"

"Aw Honey, that's no tricks, just part of what we can arrange."

"Please explain arrange Fairy Dear..."

"I will but first wipe your tears and get that makeup out of the picture, it's in a terrible state."

More kleenex at work.

"Voila, much better."

"And how did it all happen ?"

"At a moment tears of desperation ran down your face. Sorrows for the ineluctable work of time."

"And ?"

"It was my turn of events. Whatever can not be arranged here and now is in the realm of there and then."

"How shall I comprehend it, that headache kind of slows me down."

"It will fade away, just a consequence of the trip."

"Trip to where ?"

"To that suite where and when you became more of a woman."

Coffee feels good. Another cigarette. Somehow Fairy's right. The headache slowly releases it's grip.

No. That can not be. It was just too real to be a dream.

"Fairy ? Could you please explain again ?"

"Aw, my girl, you dreamed of that dress on the picture. Right ?"

"Yes Fairy, I somehow still do."

"You know what such lovely dresses are made for, to render girls pretty and awesomely desirable, right ?"

"So far I can follow."

"Which is precisely what you experienced sometime somewhere."

"Yes but how ? Was that a dream, illusion, delirium ?"

"None of that my child. Just part of what you are bound to discover."

Weird ? Awesome ? Guess I'll never know.

"Fairy wait, you mean the future of sorts or what ?"

"I mean your makeup is a train wreck, get it out, brush your teeth and good night !"