When I returned to the studio around five in the afternoon, I found Eve busy in the editing suite. I showed her the results of my location visit and the meter readings from the church. However, I didn't report I'd spent a couple of very pleasurable hours screwing the bride's mother and the maid of honour! Although, I was damn sure she could sniff the residual after-effects of sex on me. I thought twice about this and asked if I could take a shower.
The previous evening we had spoken at length of our relationship. She was insistent that, if I met someone nearer my own age and a relationship developed, then she would understand and not create a fuss. Eve went to great lengths to make me understand that she wouldn't always think of me as hers exclusively. That was only yesterday; little did I know I would be taking her at her word with Clare and Steph.
Tonight Eve was in a pensive mood, and for some inexplicable reason expressing a great deal of interest in my facial features. She told me I had girlish attributes, soft features, and if I had make-up on I could be taken for a girl. She didn't wish to infer I was anything but masculine, but she persisted with her appraisal of my face.
'Believe me, Paul; with female assistance and make-up you could pass as a girl with no problem.'
'But why should I want to pass as a girl? I'm more than happy being a man.' I argued running my fingers along her smooth thighs.
'Of course you are.' Eve conceded. 'However, if I asked you to indulge a whim, would you allow me to put make-up on you?
'Do whatever you want.' I told Eve. I still didn't understand her reasoning for wanting to do such a thing, but I reckoned there would be sex eventually and fell in with her plan.
Eve sat me naked in front of her bedroom mirror and proceeded with the feminine rigmarole of applying make-up. If the truth were known I couldn't care less what Eve wanted me to look like. The way she was dressed this evening - a short, mauve silky slip, stockings with their deep lacy tops starting just beyond her knees and all of her smelling divinely - I'd consent to anything she desired. Fuck, she looked sexy and her reflection in the mirror was making my cock swell with lust. I wanted Eve, badly.
'Before you begin with the lipstick, etc. can we appease my erection, please?' I asked hopefully and bravely.
'No, not before I've made you up' The terse reply came back. 'You'll have to deal with it yourself.'
'In that case I will!' So as Eve proceeded to layer my face with cosmetics and I watched her reflection in the mirror, my fingers wrapped themselves around my stiff cock and began masturbating! It was a bizarre yet erotic situation, one made more sensual by Eve brushing against me in her slip and her tender touch on my face.
She seemed quite detached from my actions as she continued applying mascara and eyeliner. But my persistent excitement mounted until I could contain it no longer, and noting my frenzy to climax Eve ceased her doing and watched me get to my feet and squirt cum across her dressing-table onto the mirror.
Afterwards, feeling well and truly spent, I sat down again and surveyed my sperm oozing its way down the mirror glass.
'Well, young man, that's one big fuck you owe me!' Eve said totally unperturbed by my outlandish behaviour. She threw mw me a box of tissues. 'Wipe it all up and prepare yourself for the final touches that will transform you. Now, what colour lipstick would you prefer, Paul?'
Fluttering my eyelids and smiling I replied with a simper. 'Whatever you think goes with the colour of my eyes.'
'OK, I've got one in mind. Let's see if it suits you.' After some further deliberation Eve chose a coral pink colour. Applying it proved a difficult task, as I found presenting my lips as she wanted was rather challenging. But, eventually, she managed to complete the action and stood back to take stock of her handiwork.
'Well, Paul, what do you think?' Eve was looking at both our reflections.
'If it's the desired effect you wanted, then I'm pleased for you. But you're not likely to want me looking like this when we're together in bed, surely?'
Eve didn't answer me, which was puzzling, but instead reached into a wardrobe and came out with a ladies hair-piece; a short-haired, blonde wig. 'Let me put this on you, we'll see a better effect.'
Well, Eve was overjoyed at the difference the wig made, and I must say I was amazed too. I hardly recognized myself.
'Goodness, young man, the change is remarkable. You're unrecognisable! Do you fancy yourself?' I looked at the face Eve had created and had to admit I did look very different, and girly-like! She fussed at the wig with a comb and applied a touch more blusher to my cheeks.
I couldn't understand for the life of me why Eve seemed particularly excited at my appearance, but if she was pleased then I would ultimately be the beneficiary of her sexual largesse and that's all that interested me. Eve turned to her wardrobe and hunted for something else.
