Under Lock and Lace #2
I couldn’t believe this beautiful girl was undressing me. More than that, she seemed to want to undress me. She wasn’t hesitating or acting embarrassed. Her hands moved with an easy confidence, as if taking off my clothes was the most natural thing in the world.
So I let her.
I would’ve been a fool not to.
She unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. The denim was wet and heavy from the rain, clinging uncomfortably to my thighs. As she leaned into me, the warm scent of her vanilla-bean shampoo filled my nose.
Her hands slipped inside the back of my briefs and cupped my ass.
I sucked in a breath.
Her eyes lifted to mine. Her lips were only inches away, soft and slightly parted, but I was too nervous to kiss them. I couldn’t make myself move. I could barely remember how to breathe.
“I like your butt,” she said with an easy smile.
She hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down along with my jeans. She lowered herself with them, slowly kneeling in front of me as the wet fabric dragged over my legs and gathered around my ankles.
My cock was stiff in front of her, though it looked embarrassingly small beneath her close attention.
She stared at it as I stepped carefully out of my pants.
“Cute,” she said.
For some reason, the word excited me instead of insulting me. There was something about the way she said it—sweet, amused, and completely unbothered—that made my cock twitch beneath her gaze.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling my cheeks grow even hotter.
Alexis stood and looked over my naked body. For one quick second, I caught her running her tongue across her lips.
Was that for me? I wondered.
The possibility made my stomach tighten.
“Let’s see what I can find for you to wear,” she said.
She walked toward a nearby dresser and began opening the drawers one after another. I stood naked behind her, unsure what to do with my hands while she searched through neatly folded stacks of clothing.
“No,” she said after a moment. “None of this will do.”
She abandoned the dresser and moved to the closet instead. She opened the door, peered inside, and reached between the hanging clothes. When she turned back around, she was holding a bright red dress.
“A dress?” I asked, suddenly nervous all over again.
“Yes,” she said. “It’s the easiest thing for you to wear. Just to stay dry. I don’t have any baggy pants or T-shirts. Just lots of tight-fitting clothes. A dress is the most relaxed thing I own.”
I believed her.
One look at her body told me she preferred clothes that fit her like a glove, hugging every inch of her curves. I was still nervous, but I slowly reached out to take the dress from her.
“Oh, I’ll help you,” she said. “Lift your arms.”
I knew I didn’t need help. I was perfectly capable of taking off my own clothes and pulling a dress over my head.
But I liked the way she spoiled me.
I liked standing there while she did everything for me, touching me and guiding me without asking permission for every little thing. There was something almost maternal about the way she took control, and instead of embarrassing me, it made me ache for her even more.
I lifted my arms.
She gathered the dress in her hands and slipped it down over my head. The soft fabric brushed across my face and shoulders before settling around my body. Alexis tugged it carefully into place, smoothing it over my chest and adjusting the material around my waist.
Then she moved behind me.
I felt her fingers at my back, followed by the quiet pull of the zipper traveling upward. When she finished, she placed her hands on my shoulders and spun me around to face her.
She stepped back and studied me.
“You know, you actually look pretty in a dress,” she said. “Almost like a girl.”
My heart started racing.
“Really?”
She nodded and smiled. “Yeah. Have you ever considered cross-dressing?”
“What? No way. That’s just…weird. Isn’t it?”
She giggled. “I guess it depends on who you ask. I don’t think it’s weird. I think it’s hot when guys dress up in women’s clothing.”
“You do?”
“Mhm. Definitely.”
I stared at her in silence.
I couldn’t believe a girl like her was into something like that.
I’d expected her to laugh at me or treat the dress like a joke, but she seemed genuinely interested.
And as I stood there wearing the bright red fabric, feeling it rest against my bare skin, I started to think maybe I could get into it too.
“Anyway, I’ll let you call a locksmith.”
She reached into the pocket of my discarded jeans, retrieved my phone, and handed it to me.
We walked back into the living room, my dick tenting the front of the dress the entire way. The fabric shifted against my erection with every step, making it impossible to forget that I was completely naked underneath.
Alexis didn’t seem bothered or offended by the obvious bulge.
In fact, I caught her glancing at it several times with a small smile.
The whole thing felt surreal and strangely exciting. I liked walking around her cozy apartment with nothing beneath one of her dresses. I liked knowing she’d chosen it for me and zipped me into it herself.
I looked down at my phone and searched for nearby locksmiths. I called the first number that appeared.
“Be about an hour,” a female voice said on the other end.
“Sure, um, okay,” I said before hanging up.
“It won’t be for another hour,” I told Alexis.
“No problem,” she said, smiling as always. “You can stay here until he shows. I’ll put your wet clothes in the dryer.”
“Thank you,” I said. “For being so nice.”
“Of course. You looked so cute and helpless out there. I couldn’t leave you in the rain.”
She kept using that word to describe me.
Cute.
It excited me and emasculated me at the same time. Every time she said it, I felt a little less like a man, but somehow, I also felt more aroused than ever. I wanted Alexis more and more, even as she mildly insulted me in the sweetest voice I’d ever heard.
Alexis disappeared into a small laundry room and tossed my wet clothes into the dryer. A moment later, it started to tumble, its low, steady rhythm blending with the patter of the rain against the windows.
“Want something to drink?” she asked when she returned.
I nodded and thanked her.
She went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and handed it to me. Then her gaze dropped toward my waist.
She frowned.
“Your dick isn’t hard anymore.”
I twisted the cap from the bottle and glanced down at myself. The front of the dress had settled flat again.
“I guess it isn’t,” I said.
“You look so much more like a girl now.”
“I do?”
She nodded, her eyes moving carefully over me.
“Give me a twirl,” she said.
I twirled for her.
The skirt moved loosely around my thighs, brushing across my bare skin as I turned. My nerves felt tightly wired, and I couldn’t stop wondering what she might ask me to do next.
“I can’t believe how girly you look. I mean, the hair is all wrong,” she said.
She stepped closer and ran her fingers through my soft, dark hair. Her nails lightly scraped my scalp as she shifted the strands around and tried parting them in a different direction.
“There you go,” she said. “Wow, it’s uncanny. Do you want to see?”
I nodded.
I did want to see.
I wanted to know what it would feel like to look at myself and see a girl staring back. I wondered whether I’d actually be pretty.
Whether, for once, I might look in a mirror and find myself attractive.
Alexis took my hand and led me into the bathroom. She flipped on the light, and I saw my reflection in her red dress for the first time.
My breath hitched.
I wasn’t exactly sure what she’d done to my hair, but she was right.
Between the way she’d parted it and the bright red dress fitted around my body, I looked more like a girl than a boy.
My soft features suddenly seemed even softer, and the dress hid the shape of my body in a way that made the illusion strangely convincing.
I barely recognized myself.
My dick hardened again, quickly making a tent beneath the fabric. But seeing the bulge only turned me on more. I looked like a girl with a cock hidden beneath her dress, and something about that made heat rush through my entire body.
“That won’t do,” she said, frowning at my hard cock. “We’ll have to take care of that.”
My eyes widened. I glanced at her reflection as she stood behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her body against my back.
“What do you mean? What…what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to jerk you off,” she said. “I’m going to get rid of that hard-on once and for all.”
“What? You are?”
She giggled. “Haven’t you ever been jerked off by a girl before?”
I blushed.
I didn’t want to tell her I hadn’t, but that would’ve been the truth. No woman had ever touched me that way. No woman had ever seemed interested enough to want to.
“That’s cute,” she added, making my body tingle.
She reached around me and rested her chin against my shoulder. Her blond hair brushed my cheek as she slowly lifted the skirt of the dress to my waist. Chills moved across my skin as her fingers grazed my bare thighs, gradually creeping closer to my cock.
With one hand, she held the dress up and out of the way. With the other, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and angled it over the bathroom sink.
Then she started to stroke me.
I stared at my reflection—a girl with a cock—and watched Alexis’s hand slide up and down my stiff length. The sight was almost as overwhelming as the feeling. I couldn’t help moaning and leaning my head back against her warm body as she quickly brought me closer to climax.
Her palm was soft, but her grip was firm. Somehow, she managed to be gentle and rough at the same time, squeezing me just tightly enough as her hand moved faster.
“Come for me,” she whispered into my ear, her warm breath tickling my skin.
A rush of heat moved through my body, sharp and sudden, and I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d wanted to. My hips jolted forward as thin, white cum spilled into the sink.