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Hi. My name is Chris, though some know me as Christine. I am John Collins’ mistress. We care deeply for each other. John “keeps” me. He supports me financially and in return it is my pleasure to keep his sex life exciting, as well as entertaining any of his gentleman friends who drop over. It all began innocently enough, I suppose. I had just turned eighteen and had moved out from my family’s home to be on my own. To support myself I worked as a landscaper, as well as a house painter. I was able to support myself okay in this way, though it required that I budget. I rented the upper floor in a two-family house out in the sticks. The only other house nearby was one that stood directly behind mine. Otherwise, the area was mostly undeveloped woods. And few cars ever passed on the road, which was a dead end. It was great being on my own, I was able to come and go and do as I pleased. One of the really special things about having my own place was that I would take off my clothes whenever I arrived home and wander about the house in the nude. Well, that wasn’t exactly accurate, for I had a fetish for women’s clothes and so I would dress up in, say, some silky panties and a sheer blue nightie. I built up a feminine wardrobe. I bought some really nice, sexy lingerie. (I would go to the local department store with a list, and pretend that I was married and was shopping for the wife.) I had very long hair at the time and so had no need for a wig. There was a gentleman named John Collins who lived in the house behind mine. I met him one day when I was out in the yard tanning. I had on blue jeans that were very tight and were cut very short so you could see the bottom of my buttocks. He came out and saw me and said hello. I walked over to meet him and I could tell I was turning him on. Well, that evening, at around 10, I raised the blinds on one of my back windows as I was surfing the net. After a while, I noticed my neighbor standing at his back window looking out toward my house. I turned on a red mood light that I had and I thought, Beşevler escort Bayan “This could be fun.” With that, I went to my bedroom, put on some makeup, then dressed. I started with some flowery panties, over which I put some black pantyhose. I then put on a Vanity Fair semi-sheer pink nightie and lastly, a necklace and some earrings. I made my way back to the window; he was still there! I began doing a slow dance. My neighbor disappeared briefly from his window, and so I paused. But he was back a moment later, and had a pair of binoculars which he peered through toward my window. “Wonderful!” I thought, and I put some sexy slow jazz on the CD player, then danced back to the window. I gyrated sexily to the music. Soon, I saw that he had unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, which he then began to stroke. I turned around and lifted my nighty, then pulled the pantyhose and panties down around my thighs. I wiggled and swayed, and pulled the nightie up over my head and off. I turned back around, and my now erect cock was rubbing against the window glass. I saw him begin to convulse a bit, stroking his cock, and then he came. At the same time, I shot my cum all over the window glass. This was not the last time I was to entertain him. A couple of days later, it was a Saturday and quite a hot day. I had made an agreement with my landlord to take care of the lawn in return for a reduction in rent. I put on some lace panties, tight very short jeans, a lace bra and pink halter top. I then slipped on some low-top sneakers. The tenant on the floor below was out of town, as he usually was, on business. So I felt comfortable going out into the backyard in this attire to mow the lawn. I’d also put on some lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara in case my neighbor from the other night’s adventure happened to be around. My hair was tied into two cute little ponytails. After working on the lawn awhile, John Collins appeared in the yard. I turned off the mower and said, “Hi. What a nice surprise Çankaya escort to see you again. I hope you enjoyed the show the other night.” “Why yes,” he replied. “It was marvelous. A real treat. I’m so lucky having you as a neighbor! Say, I stopped over because I know you do landscaping and I’m looking for someone to care for my yard. Would you be interested? I’d pay quite well. And I’d like you to start right away, today if possible. The grass is getting quite high. Also, I’m having some buddies over for a card game tonight, and I’d like to have the lawn looking half decent. What do you say?” I asked how much exactly he was willing to pay, and couldn’t believe my ears when he responded. Quite generous! I immediately agreed, and was quite excited since I was hoping to get to know this gentleman better. We headed over to his place and he got his mower and weedwacker out of the shed. Then he said he was going to mix up some screwdrivers and asked if I’d like one. Of course I said yes. He disappeared into the house and I started the mower and began working. A short time later he reappeared with a glass and a large shaker containing the cocktails and ice. “I’ll leave these on the picnic table for you. I’ll be right on the back porch reading, if you need anything.” He had a nice large screened-in porch on the back of the house, and he headed there. I poured myself a drink. Then I pulled a joint out of my jeans pocket and I called over to him. “Do you smoke weed?” I asked. “Hell, yes,” he replied. “Come on over here on the porch.” I headed over and sat on the lounger sofa where he’d settled in. I lit the joint, took a big toke, and passed it to him. This was primo, two-hit Diesel weed. But we passed it back and forth three or four times, and were both getting very buzzed. He started laughing and asked if I would be able to work between the smoke and the booze. “No problem,” I replied and returned to work. I decided to head out front and knock that off, then finish the back, which was much Cebeci Escort larger. After finishing the front and about half the back, the heat was really getting to me, as was the reefer and the booze which I had a couple more glasses of. I looked around. As I said, our two houses were quite isolated and the street rarely saw traffic. So I slipped off the sneakers, then the jeans. I felt pretty aroused now, knowing he was on the porch reading. Soon he looked up and let out a loud whistle. “Nice!” he shouted. “Feel free to lose the top too!” I didn’t need much encouragement and slipped off the halter top, leaving me in just bra and panties. I enjoyed the audience and after a while I was done with the lawn. I returned the mower and weedwacker to the shed and he called to me from the porch, “Come on over here and cool off a bit and relax!” “Boy, I’m horny,” I remarked when I’d made it inside the porch. “Can you tell?” I teased, knowing full well that my hard-on was protruding from the top of my panties. “Well, what do you intend to do about it, baby?” John teased me. In front of where John sat was a wrought-iron coffee table with a glass top. I stood next to the table facing John and started playing with my cock. It wasn’t long before I shot a load onto the glass top of the table. Then I got on my knees next to the table and began licking my cum off the top. I soon licked all of it up, then smiled at John. “A little protein snack after all that yard work,” I quipped. John let out a howl. “Listen,” said John as I got up to leave. “I’m having a late night card game tonight starting around midnight. Feel free to stop by and meet my buddies. I’m sure they will all like you, especially if you dress sexy.” “Okay. Maybe I will. Sounds fun.”I left John and returned to my place. I made a quick dinner and then decided to drive into town for a few drinks. What I usually did, and indeed what I did that evening, when I was heading out to a new bar, was to dress in bra, panties, a garter belt and stockings, then put a regular men’s shirt and jeans (tight jeans, I might add) over them. I wore high-heeled men’s dress boots, which were actually unisex. This way, no one would know about my crossdressing, and yet I’d be prepared in case I did meet a sympathetic companion over the course of the evening. I ended up at a workingman’s bar in town.