After these delicious moments spent with him in the back room of this cafe, Victor accompanied me to the foot of my home, holding my arm and talking to me about his life. Divorced, childless, vaguely gay, and publisher of small, daring, avant-garde and erotic essays and novels!He kissed me again, at the foot of my building, taking advantage of the shelter of the umbrella he had deployed above our heads when the first drops of rain had appeared. He said to me with a smile "I suspect that you can't invite me to your house for our first meeting..." I said to him "It's impossible, I live with my mother and she's coming back in two days" "So let's take advantage of these two days quickly! How about coming to the cinema tomorrow with me? They are showing "Le journal d'une femme de chambre" by Luis Bunuel, at the Bosquet at 3 p.m. I loved the novel and I would like to see the film. Are you tempted? I nodded, smiling at him, and he said "Let's meet over there, I'll leave my office to be on time for the session,That evening, dressed in a silky mom's nightgown, I masturbated and I came while pronouncing his name: "Victor"... I woke up all excited the next day; a gray and rainy day was coming. I got up, bathed in a big bubble bath and scented, then went into Mom's room, choose the adornments I was going to wear today, put on my body for this appointment.I opted for a bra, garter belt, panties and camisole set in burgundy satin, enhanced with fine black lace; then I choose a pair of black nylon stockings with seams, which I fasten to the garters. Each time I slid the nylon down my hairless legs, I was won over by the same excitement, which gave me an exquisite mix of chills, accompanied by a slight erection... from my mother, I took particular care with my make-up, which had to be impeccable...for this second day out!After a light foundation, I dabbed on a little rice powder, then raised my cheekbones with a light pink powder. I lined the edges of my eyes with a black kohl pencil, and then blended my lids and the corners of my eyes with a fluid midnight blue gradient, which brought out the azure blue of my irises.Abandoning the cautious pink that I had tried the day before, I chose a scarlet lipstick, which immediately gave my face a more mature and...exciting look!As soon as I had put on and put on my wig, I fell in love with the image that the mirror sent back to me: that of a sensual and desirable young woman.I perfumed the hollow of the neck, the chest, the armpits and even my intimate undergarments!I hesitated for a long time on the outfit to choose to cover these alluring underwear, and I finally opted for a very bourgeois outfit: a wine-colored silk blouse, the neckline of which ended in a scarf collar that I tied with a wise knot, and on which I girded a necklace of (fake) mother's pearls. Then I put on one of his dark green mottled Channel suits, which made me look very good. Not having very long nails, I contented myself with a light coat of varnish in the same scarlet shade as that of my lipstick, then put on a thin pair of black leather gloves, with the wrists enhanced with a slight same color fur.Standing in front of the living room mirror, I was almost ready. I slipped on the black slingback pumps I had bought myself, and wrapped them around my black nylon-wrapped ankles.I chose a large blue silk Hermès scarf which I tied first under my chin, then I brought the two sides around my neck, tying a new knot on the back of my neck. I arranged my hairstyle which slightly exceeded the silk of the scarf and taking into account the rain which had been falling since the morning, hesitated for a moment between fur and a raincoat. I approached the window and noticing that the rain had stopped, replaced by the cold fog of November, I finally opted for Mum's gray fur jacket, into which I slipped with pleasu ...

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