Danny – Part 1.
As the small train left the station Danny stood there with his bags, a suitcase on wheels, a large holdall and a carry on bag as well as his backpack. He looked around at the deserted station, not much had changed in 2 years but the small village seemed to be smaller and quieter than he remembered, even though it was a Sunday. He grabbed the bags, walked out onto the small lane leading to the main street. The village was quiet, he approached the bus stop and saw that the bus service had been cancelled some months before. He sighed, pulled out his phone and searched for a taxi. The nearest one was ten miles away in the local town and the call went straight to answering machine.
He looked down the street, only one thing for it, he would have to walk the 2 or 3 miles to his aunties old house. As he grabbed his bags a sound made him turn, coming down the street was a battered old landrover, with a young blond woman at the wheel. It pulled up beside him and he looked in puzzlement “Danny?” the woman said and he then recognized her “Jennifer Palmer!” he laughed and they hugged. He noticed that in contrast to the last time he saw her she had lost the puppy fat, and the faded blue shorts and tartan shirt accentuated the curves and swell of her bum and her breasts. They separated and she asked when he got home, he explained his flight had landed earlier that day. She nodded “sorry about your Auntie Em” she ventured “she was a really good woman”. Danny nodded, “I was stuck in China, I was teaching kids English when a local Covid outbreak happened, so they locked us all down for 6 months”. He sighed “ when it was over and they let us go I had overstayed my visa, so they arrested me, fined me and then deported me, even though I could not renew my visa as I was in lockdown!” He shook his head “bloody idiots, I missed her funeral”.
Jen nodded, she explained how many of the villagers already knew he was unable to make the funeral “she had a fantastic send off though” she explained “the party in the pub went on for days!”. He laughed, “sounds like her” he added. Jen looked at him, the young man in front of her was slim and unlike many of the men in the village was clean shaven, softly spoken and clearly used to soap and water. He smelt much nicer than many of her male friends, his skin was clear and soft and his hair was tied up in a large man bun. “So, are you going to the house?” she asked and he nodded, “I was trying to get a taxi”, she laughed and offered to drop him off at the house, he knew it was 5 minutes from Manor farm her home. As he sat in the passenger seat of the landrover, he could smell her perfume, see through the neck of the shirt she wore to the white lace of her bra. With a start he realized she was talking. She asked what he was going to do now? He explained that his Auntie was his only relative, she had left a will but he had no idea what was in it or even if he had a place to stay. “I have a meeting with her solicitor tomorrow at 2, so will know more then” He explained. They exchanged numbers and contact details.
A few minutes later Jen turned down a small track leading to a large Victorian building. She helped him unload his bags and he unlocked the door. They dropped the bags on the black and white tiles of the entrance hallway and he walked into the kitchen. The house was clean, tidy and smelt of beeswax and polish as if it was waiting for his auntie to come home. Jen appeared beside him “I have to get away but let me know if I can help, I am just up the road” she ventured. He nodded and watched the landrover disappear up the track. He quickly realized that there was no food in the house, the fridge and the cupboards were empty. He lugged his bags upstairs and dropped them on his unmade bed. As he did so the bed made a strange sound and he touched the mattress, feeling it soaking wet. He looked up, and could see a large patch where the ceiling had come in, it must be a leak he thought.
He quickly phoned Jen “I am not sure if I need a plumber or a builder” he cried “I don’t know what to do, you’re the only person I know in this country!”. She calmed him down and promised to sort it “I’ll get Tom to pop down” she said and Danny remembered her brother. Tom had been in the year above him, a brash, loud and arrogant boy that always had a following of girls and a couple of sycophantic boys around him. He thanked her and lifted the bags off the bed, noting the ruined mattress and damp carpet. He took his bags into his aunties old room, it was dry and clean and he would sleep there once he made the bed.
As he was just about to open his bags and unpack he heard a sound outside. A battered white van had pulled up and a stocky builder type got out. He was wearing dirty jeans, a ripped T shirt and heavy boots. As Danny wondered who he was the doorbell rang. Danny opened the door, the guy filled the frame, his muscles evident under the T shirt and the jeans. He looked at Danny and laughed “ Dan, its me Tom” He shook his head “ you been away to long mate”. Danny apologized and Tom smiled, “best look at this leak mate, before any more damage is done”. Danny took him upstairs and showed him the ceiling. Tom nodded, went back to his van and took a set of ladders off the roof rack and set them against the guttering. “If I go up there, can you foot this ladder?” he asked Danny but Danny had no idea what he meant . Tom laughed “ just put your weight on the bottom rung so it don’t move when I am up there” he explained. Tom went up the ladder and Danny stood on the bottom rung, as Tom climbed Danny could see the muscles in his legs tightening the fabric of his jeans and the curve of his buttocks. After a few minutes Tom came down “It’s not too bad” he shrugged, just needs a repair and a couple of tiles. Danny sighed with relief “will it be expensive?” he asked “ Tom laughed “ I have everything on the van, including a coupe of spare tiles, have it done in a tick”.
Tom rummaged around in the van and came back with a roll of material and a couple of tiles, as well as some tools in a bucket. He went back up the ladder and Danny stood there footing he ladder as he worked. After a few minutes he came down, cut a piece of material off the roll and went back up. After that he grabbed the tiles and Danny could hear him hammering nails in. He climbed down “ there, should be enough to seal that” he smiled “ looks like you had a broken tile and it ripped the felt”. Danny nodded, not having a clue what he was on about. Tom looked at him expectantly and suddenly Danny clicked “what do I owe you?” he asked. Tom laughed, “I was waiting for you say you were putting the kettle on” he shook his head “ I cant charge you for that, especially not as your auntie was such a wonderful woman”. Danny looked at the ground sheepishly as he explained there was nothing in the house, no tea, coffee or milk as he had not been shopping.
Tom nodded, “jump in the van, I will run you down to the services on the by-pass” he suggested “ unless you want to starve?”. Danny agreed and they drove to the services, where he bought milk, bread and a few staples to keep him going. Back at the house he made tea and bacon sandwiches, which Tom devoured. “So how you going to get about” Tom asked, knowing the buses were non existent. Danny thought for a minute then walked into the room his auntie used as an office. In there was a massive oak desk, and a large filing cabinet. He quickly found what he was looking for and went back into Tom. As he entered the room he noticed Tom looking at something on his phone, which he quickly put in his pocket as Danny returned. “Auntie sorted it “ he smiled “before she died she transferred her mini to my ownership, and paid for the insurance and tax!”. Tom nodded “so your mobile then” he laughed “ off chasing girls now then?” but Danny did not reply.
Tom downed the last of his tea and left, leaving his number in case Danny needed him, and Danny felt a pang of regret that he was alone now. He washed up the dishes and went upstairs to unpack. He unlocked the big suitcase first, lifting the lid revealed a pile of dresses, skirts and blouses. He looked at the three big wardrobes, expecting them to be filled with Auntie Em’s clothes but two were empty, just hangers swinging in the breeze. He hung up the clothes, placed the boots and shoes from the suitcase in the bottom and opened up the zipped compartment to remove a pink make up bag which he placed on the dresser. The bottom of the suitcase was covered in brightly coloured underwear, panties, bras, tights, stockings and hold ups. He carefully placed them in the empty top drawer of the dresser and opened the holdall and the carry on. The holdall was full of male closes, jeans shirts and T shirts, as well as a pair of trainers and a couple of sweatshirts. He hung these in the second wardrobe and put the empty luggage in the spare room.
By now the shadows were lengthening and he quickly made the bed before going downstairs. He walked through the house and took the keys from the hook for the garage, then opened up the doors to reveal his aunties bright red mini. He opened the doors, started the car and drove it out onto the driveway. He went back into the house, locking the back door behind him and checking the front door was locked. Back in the bedroom he stripped off, took a washbag into the bathroom and showered. As the water cascaded over his smooth hairless body he wondered if Tom had a girlfriend, and as he lathered up the sweet smelling feminine body wash he wondered what it would be like to be held by such strong arms. Quickly he went over his legs and body with a razor, before stepping out of the shower. He grabbed a large white towel and dried himself off before applying moisturizer to his legs and body. From the drawer he selected a black lace pantie and bra set with a matching suspender belt. He opened a fresh pair of 5 denier stockings, rolling them up the silk smooth legs and clipping them to the belt. He slipped on the bra, and filled the cups with two silicone forms before pulling up the lace panties. Sitting down at the dresser he brushed out his hair, it fell just below his ears and shone in the evening light. He plugged in a straightener, and smoothed out the hair, flicking the ends up as his friend had taught him. He quickly applied concealer, foundation and face powder, before accentuating his eyes with eye liner and brow pencil. He applied eye shadow and mascara, with practiced ease, then blusher and lipstick. A spray of her favourite scent and Danny had become Danni.
Rising and walking to the wardrobe she selected a black silk dress, with a lace bodice and a hemline that fell just below the knees. She slipped into the dress, the soft fabric caressing the stockings and sliding up the body to be zipped up at the back. To compliment the dress she took a pair of court shoes with 4” heels from the wardrobe, slipped into them and looked at the full length mirror. An elegant young woman smiled back at her, as she twirled in front of the mirror.
She walked confidently down the stairs, until her heels met the tiled floor of the hallway, where they clicked as she made her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of white wine she had bought earlier and took a glass from the cupboard before going back upstairs. Once there she opened the wine and set up her laptop on the bed. She logged into her favourite forum, noting that several of the regulars were on tonight. She answered messages and turned down requests for over an hour, mainly from married men and time wasters. Then a personal message popped up “you look nice tonight, love the dress and your legs are gorgeous”. She looked at the profile, it was someone close. She quickly changed her settings to make sure they did not know her location but she wondered if it was too late?
She looked at his profile, he was slightly older than her, the only pictures were of his body and the description could have fitted anyone, the name said Ploughman, which gave no clue as to who he was and where. She replied “ thanks, are you nearby?”. She waited painful minutes but the reply came back “near enough, you looking for fun tonight?” She looked at the clock, it was now just after eleven and she reluctantly fired back “sorry not tonight, need my beauty sleep”. He replied with an emoticon and said “ I don’t think you need any beauty sleep, but if I were with you I doubt either of us would get much sleep!”. She smiled and ran her hand up the stocking clad leg, “maybe another day?” she sent and was thrilled when he replied “Oh yes! Looking forward to it!”. She logged off and began to wonder what it would be like to be in the arms of a strong, dominant man. Despite having been a crossdresser for as long as she could remember, apart from a couple of d*unken fumbles at a party a couple of years ago she had never submitted herself fully to a man. She unzipped the dress, hung it in the wardrobe and in her stockings and suspenders laid back on the bed. Her lace panties were swelling as she thought about being taken by a big strong masculine man. She reached into her pantie drawer and pulled out a slim pink vibrator. Gently she rubbed lubricant into her pink rosebud, sliding one finger in then two. She slid the vibrator in, gasping as it stretched her and her eyes flew open as she turned it on. Her breathing became more rapid, she arched her back as the delicious feelings coursed through her. She imagined Toms cock ramming into her and taking her virginity, making her the woman she wanted to be and she whispered his name as she became more and more aroused. Just as she felt it could not get better she reached down and slid her hand up and down her rampant erection crying “yes, fuck me Tom”. Her body exploded in a furious orgasm, ribbons of cum erupting from her cock as waves of pleasure surged through her, soaking the panties and her stockings.
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