New Friendships: Crossdressing Stories
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Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.
The waiter led them to one of the cubicles and pointed at one of the sofas. “Please make yourself feel comfortable here, sir and madam.”
Arthur led Helen to the sofa and sank into it. He looked around the cubicle and nodded with approval. “This place is full of class and luxury. I am impressed.”
The waiter bowed. “Thank you for your compliments, sir. What would you now like to have?”
“I think we would start off with some drinks. Do you have champagne?” Arthur asked.
“Yes. There is champagne.”
Arthur rubbed his hands together. “Excellent. Bring us one bottle.”
“One bottle of champagne is coming right away, sir,” the waiter said with a bow and was gone.
As soon as he had left, Helen moved closer to her husband on the sofa. “Wow. This place is surely exclusive, Arthur darling. I wonder how much guests pay to use these private lounge facilities.”
He ran his fingers through her hair and smiled. “Whatever it costs, it is worth spending to entertain such a lovely and wonderful wife like you, Helen.”
She smiled and patted his thigh. “Your words of appreciation are making me wet already. Do you want to stain the new panties that you just bought for me?”
