Sunday, May 24
It's Monday morning, and yesterday I commented that my butt was itching, but that was mostly cuz I was thinking about Carlos, and I know we won't be able to do anything in his car, but still...
But now my butt actually IS itching, kinda like my boobs only different.
I'm wondering if the hormones are doing something to my bottom? I mean, neither Mom nor Becca have really pronounced bottoms, but cute ones (I feel really weird saying that about my mother and sister). Anyway, I've been a LITTLE self conscious about my lack of a bottom, but what the hell, it's not `zactly the end of the world. Carlos doesn't seem to mind.
Schedules were all zapped up now. Ms. Hargrove now had me on once a month, but even that had fallen apart. I saw her again Monday afternoon by zoom, and we talked a lot about my LACK of any boy-contact. She was sympathetic and told me that a lot of couples were resorting to video chat like Carlos and I were. I told her that sometime this week, if we both tested negative for COVID, we were planning to at least see each other in his car, and she told me to be careful and `don't get caught doing anything!'.
Mom acquired two COVID tests on Monday and told me to take one today and another one the night before my date with Carlos. Monday evening, at dinner, Martha called out of the blue. She said that her shop was temporarily closed but her on-line business was doing well. She had a nice line of bathing suits for trans girls and was hoping I could model a few. It would only be the two of us, plus the photographer, Keith, and they would both have COVID tests. She wondered when I could do it, and I suddenly had a great idea. I asked if Carlos could come along, and she said sure! I called Carlos and told him the plan for Saturday had now changed -- that he was going to be my audience of one for my next modeling gig. He was on board!
I could barely contain myself the rest of the week. The rest of the sisterwives were jealous as hell, and with good reason I guess. I told them the whole story, about how I was going to model and Carlos would be there, and while there was a little shock (particularly Maddie!), everyone was generally envious, even Brie and Randi, even though they knew that I knew that they'd gone w-a-a-a-a-y further than Carlos and I had planned.
The COVID tests all came back fine, and on Saturday morning early Carlos pulled up outside. He came to the door but stayed 6 feet away when Mom answered. I was amazed at how calm both Carlos and Mom were. HE knew that at some point today, his cock was going to be in my mouth. I'm guessing that MOM knew that too, but both of them behaved like we were headed to a church picnic. It was surreal, but I guess this is how dating works.
It was still cool outside, but I purposely wore something sexy for Carlos. I had on a very short white pleated skater skirt and pink tennis shoes. For a top, I picked out a low-cut tank top, but had a jacket on over the top of it, planning to let the jacket fall open once we were in the car so he could see my newly grown cleavage.
I jumped in the passenger seat of Carlos' car, and after strapping in, my left hand just naturally plopped down on his thigh and I started gently feeling his muscles under the fabric of his jeans. Carlos said, "Be careful, there. You don't want me pulling off the side of the road and grabbing you already, do you?"
I just giggled and said, "You could do that. We'd be late for the photo shoot, but I won't stop you!"
Carlos chuckled and said "Let's save that up for later today." I was just wiggling in my seat, and wishing we could find a bed somewhere.
This was going to be a very anxious day!
Martha had several swimsuits laid out for me, basically in three groups.
The first were one-pieces, two with skirts and one without. All three had built-in cups to hide the extra plumbing and were styled for older trans women with larger `packages' to hide. I was already made up for the shoot, and so changed quickly into the first one, and was on stage within just a few minutes of getting there. Carlos was in the audience, but the first three swimsuits were so conservative that there was nothing particularly sexy about this phase of the shoot.
The second batch of suits were all two-pieces with skirts. Again, these were mostly very conservative, but with tops that were a bit more flattering. My slight increase in boob size wasn't much, but gave me a little cleavage to play with. The bottoms were all full cut under the skirts, with gaff-type, tight-fitting panties to hold everything in place. Of course, my excess plumbing was a lot smaller than most, so the panties were actually a little baggy on me.
Finally, there were three much skimpier outfits, all cut for younger trans girls, with gaff thongs and skimpy tops. They fit me beautifully, and I started with the `least skimpy' one and worked to the most skimpy. On the final one, Keith, the photographer, wanted to shoot a few shots from behind to show-off the thong and not the front. Martha commented that my bottom looked like I was filling in more in just the short time since my last shoot, and I told her that my doctor had changed my medicine and it was having an effect all over.
After the last shot from behind, I asked Keith if he minded if I tried something, and he said sure. With my back to him, I reached behind, unsnapped the bra, let it fall to the floor, and then crossed my arms over my boobs. I looked as seductively as I knew how over my left shoulder, and smiled. Keith said, "you know, you're about an inch away from me breaking a bunch of laws, but sure." He snapped a couple of shots, and turning to Martha, he said, "you're going to sell a lot of swimsuits with that shot!"
I reached down and picked up my bra, being careful not to flash anyone, but then looked over my other shoulder, and saw Carlos grinning from ear to ear. I tried my best to wiggle my bottom as I headed backstage, and quickly changed back into my skirt and top. Martha came back stage and bubbled over at how great I was and how much she appreciated what I was doing. I told her that she'd been really sweet to me and helped me out a LOT when I was just finding out who I was.
Martha said, "I've got a little present for you. I'll bet its tough not seeing your boyfriend as often as you'd like. You might find this will help you go to sleep at night. It was an adult-sized pacifier, but with a rubber cock in place of the nipple! Martha said to just suckle on it at night, and I'd get really good dreams. I hid it in my purse and told her I probably wouldn't need it today. She said, "you might surprise yourself. Keep it handy tonight when you're thinking about your boyfriend.
Carlos and I drove around a bit. It was still early on a Saturday morning, but traffic was picking up a lot. We drove to a park where there were plenty of parking spaces for hikers. The weather wasn't conducive to hiking, so there weren't any other cars near us. Without any encouragement, I unfastened my seatbelt and dove onto him as soon as he turned the car off. His arms around me felt wonderful after such a long absence, and we just made out and groped each other for what seemed like an eternity. Without even thinking about it, my right hand migrated to his cock, and before long, I unzipped him and had him out for a good massage. He felt wonderful in my fingers, and I couldn't get enough of him.
Carlos soon started generating some pre-cum, and not wanting to get that on my clothes, I scrunched down and licked it off of him, licking him dry like a hungry kitten. We kept making out, he kept generating pre-cum, and pretty soon I knew what I wanted to do.
I hungrily gobbled his cock, taking him deeper than I'd ever done before. He moved around so that my tongue could reach that super sensitive place near the base of his cock. He felt and tasted so RIGHT in my mouth! I'd missed this and needed it so much. It didn't take long, and I felt the spasms along his shaft that signaled I was about to get my reward for being a good girl. Apparently, he'd been saving up for me, and he pumped my mouth full of his salty, juicy elixir. I drained him dry, and then cleaned him up with my tongue. When I lifted up, I was smiling more than he was, and I looked at him and said, "Thank you, I really needed that!"
He smiled back, and said, "No, thank YOU. You don't know how much I've missed that."
We straightened up our clothes, I refreshed my makeup to hide the signs of smudged lipstick, and he drove me home before lunch. He didn't come in (again, the whole COVID thing) and so I bounced in the door like a little girl who'd just been to the circus. Mom just smiled with a knowing look that made me figure she knew what we'd been up to.
Sure enough, as Martha predicted, I couldn't fall asleep that night, remembering the feel of Carlos cock in my mouth. I went for my purse, dug out the pacifier, and stuck it in my mouth as I cuddled my pillow.
Martha was right! I was asleep in about a minute.