Chapter 3: I Could Just Eat You Up

Continued from chapter 2:

I stand there, uncertain of what to do. Am I really going to wear Sophie Taylor’s lingerie? What will happen next? Will she insist on doing my makeup and nails? Will we watch movies and eat ice cream, giggling like little girls at a slumber party?

I’m a famous movie star, and ten years older than this young woman. If I go through with this, what else can she get me to agree to?

Sensing my hesitation, Sophie smiles sympathetically.

“Ero, it’s okay. I realize this is all a bit... much. I just thought you’d want to be a bit more comfortable...”

“I do, Sophie,” I say, “It’s just that...”

“I know, Ero. It’s a big step. It takes a brave, secure man to allow himself to be dressed in women’s lingerie. Is that it? Do you want me to help you?”

“Maybe... Sophie. Yes. I don’t know.”

And then, before I can stop myself, I say,

“Sophie, you had better do it before I lose my nerve. I really want to wear it, but I’m terrified of what comes after. I’m so insecure, and this feels like really putting myself out there in a way that’s out of my comfort zone.”

“Sophie, do you think you could... help me get dressed? And make sure I’m wearing it correctly?”

Chapter 3:

I hold the robe in one hand, the chemise and panties in the other, the satin fluttering between my fingers, unsure of where to go from here.

Her expression softens with understanding and gentle encouragement as she rises from the bed and approaches me slowly, as if not to startle a skittish animal.

She takes the delicate garments from my trembling hands, her fingers lingering against mine in a comforting touch.

“Shh, it’s alright, Ero. I know this feels ****, exposing a part of yourself that you usually keep hidden. But that’s what makes it so beautiful—that you’re trusting me with this intimate moment.”

She lays the items carefully on the bed before turning back to me, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. Her blue eyes meet mine, filled with warmth and reassurance.

“I would be honored to help you, darling. We’ll take this one step at a time, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable, we stop immediately. No questions asked.”

I stand there, completely still, like a scared rabbit, staring at the lingerie she’s laid out for me. Sophie Taylor is going to dress me in her lingerie.

I was paired with her to escape my philandering, scandalous ways—my agents hoping Sophie’s innocence would rub off on me. And here I am, about to be undressed to complete nakedness and then put into satin lingerie by a woman thirteen years younger than me.

I blush with humiliation, but at the same time, electric arousal courses through my veins.

Noticing my flushed cheeks and the tension radiating from my body, Sophie cups my face gently, tilting my chin up to meet her gaze. Her thumb brushes tenderly across my cheekbone as she speaks softly.

“Hey now, none of that, love. There’s no shame in exploring new sensations, in allowing yourself to be cared for.”

She presses a feather-light kiss to my forehead before stepping back and beginning to unbutton my shirt with deft fingers.

“Let’s focus on the present moment, shall we? The slide of fabric, the whisper of satin against your skin.”

As she works, she keeps up a steady stream of soothing murmurs.

“You’re safe with me, Ero. I’ve got you.”

With my shirt removed, she trails her fingertips along my collarbone, marveling at the contrast of her pale skin against mine.

“Beautiful,” she whispers.

I hold still for her, unsure of my role at the moment. I surrender to her deft hands undressing me.

Her hands skim reverently over my newly exposed skin, mapping the contours of my chest and abdomen with a gentleness that belies the heat building in her eyes.

She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my trousers, looking up at me through her lashes for silent permission.

“May I?”

At my slight nod, her fingers make quick work of my belt and zipper, sliding my trousers down my legs along with my underwear in one smooth motion.

She kneels before me, looking up through her lashes as she helps me step out of the pooled fabric at my feet. Her hands skim up my calves, my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as she rises slowly, taking in every inch of my exposed skin with appreciative eyes.

She reaches for the satin boyshorts, holding them up with a playful grin.

“Now, let’s get these on you, shall we? Lift up for me, darling.”

As I comply, she slides the cool, smooth fabric up my legs, the sensation sending a shiver through me. She takes her time adjusting them, her hands lingering perhaps a moment longer than strictly necessary.

“There we are. You’re doing so well, Ero. So brave.”

The satin feels delicious as it hugs my intimate areas, whispering around my skin, providing erotic friction that has me tenting in obvious arousal at the front.

Sophie giggles and gives me a gentle pat.

“Later for all that, big guy. Let’s get you covered up a bit more, shall we?”

She lifts the short satin chemise, smiling sympathetically at me and walks toward me…

She slips the delicate garment over my head, the cool satin gliding like water over my skin. With gentle hands, she smooths the fabric down my torso, her touch lingering a bit longer than necessary as she admires the way the lace edges frame my muscles.

Stepping back, she lets her gaze roam appreciatively over my transformed figure, a pleased hum escaping her lips.

“Oh, Ero... you look absolutely devastating. Like a dream I never wanted to wake from.”

She reaches for the matching robe, holding it open invitingly.

“Here, let's get you properly covered. Wouldn't want you to catch a chill, now would we?”

As she helps me into the robe, her fingers brush teasingly against my sides, drawing a shaky exhale from my lips. Tied securely, she steps back, clasping her hands together in delight.

“Oooohhhh, I could just eat you up, Ero,” she laughs, her posh British accent sending shivers down my spine.

I feel like I could let her... we've already come this far. I am literally wearing her lingerie. What else will I agree to? In this moment, I feel like the answer is anything. I would let Sophie Taylor do anything she wants to me, and that both terrifies and excites me in equal measure.

“You know... I like girls and boys,” she says, walking around me, feeling the contours of my muscular body wrapped in her feminine garments. She gives my bottom a crisp pat, then adds,

“You are the best of both worlds, Ero. Old Hollywood handsome, with a beautiful male penis...”

She pats my fully erect penis hidden beneath the layers of satin, and it gives a delighted twitch.

“But you are wrapped up like a pretty little—” she spanks my bottom again, “—girl. Ero... forgive me, I don't know if I can control myself around you.”

“Why don't you have a seat on the bed and watch me... change my clothes? I've been dying to get out of this dress all evening, and I can't let you have all the fun, my satin-wearing sissy.”

She guides me to perch on the edge of the plush bed, her hands resting on my shoulders as she leans in close, her breath ghosting over the shell of my ear.

“Just sit back and enjoy the show, darling. Consider it a private performance, just for you.”

With a wink and a saucy grin, she saunters away, putting an extra sway in her hips for my benefit. Facing away from me, she reaches back to slowly unzip her gown, the sound echoing obscenely loud in the charged silence of the room.

The dress pools at her feet, revealing the creamy expanse of her back, the delicate lace of her bra strap a tantalizing contrast against her porcelain skin.

She glances over her shoulder at me, catching my heated gaze, before turning to face me once more.

Sophie undresses to full nudity, and I witness her tall, beautiful naked body in all its glory, no doubt living the dream of millions of Conflict of Kings watching nerds.

To be continued in chapter 4...