As I dress for work each day, I feel pretty good in my pin-striped button-down shirt; I may be seeing electrical contractors or Fortune 500 corporate types. But there are parts of me that those types never get to see.

Jennifer, or Jenny, is the all-American girl. She is a cheerleader. She is the color pink. She is lace. She is bubble baths. She is a lady.

Christie — she never goes by the name Christine — is every man’s desire. She is the head-turner. She is the color red. She is a tease. She is an alluring perfume. She is class.

I am looking forward to the day my fantasy is fulfilled. I would be traveling overnight, enjoying a drink in the hotel lounge. There is some nice jazz in the background as a tall, confident, sexy lady approaches my table.

“My name is Linda,” she says. “You seem to be enjoying the music. I like jazz too. May I join you?”

Linda has green eyes and dark-red hair. I notice her well-rounded buns and her perfect breasts as I seat her. There is an electricity between us, a current of desire. We quickly discover that we share a variety of interests. A few times our hands or legs brush and there are sparks in the air.

Linda suggests that we continue our conversation elsewhere as the lounge begins to fill and get noisy. I agree and offer the obvious. In my deluxe room with the pay-as-you-go bar, we have a glass of wine. I excuse myself to use the bathroom. When I return I notice that a dresser drawer is open slightly. A pair of pink fishnet stockings visible. Linda has noticed too. I feel myself turn red as she says, “It looks like someone special has left something behind.”

Linda excuses herself for a moment, using the pretext of having to check in with her West Coast office. I figure the evening is over and begin to remove my clothes. I gather the fishnets and draw them up my legs. I love the feel of those stockings on my legs. I pull on a pink body-shaper with garters that I have sewed onto it. I flip on the radio and head for the bathroom to start applying my makeup. It is only a short business trip, and I have brought only my minimal “necessities.” I wish I had brought more of Jennifer’s and Christie’s wardrobes.

It will be a long night alone in my room.

As I start toward the bathroom, I hear the door to my hotel suite open. There, with a suitcase, is Linda! I must look flabbergasted. She says, “You shouldn’t just leave your key in the door. You never know who might use it.”

I start to mumble something, but she stops me by placing a finger on her lips. “Honey,” she says softly, “I told you I’d be back. I had a pretty good hunch that those fishnets were yours. I thought I might be able to help out.” Linda puts her suitcase down and approaches me. “Just try to relax,” she says softly. “Now, what shall I call you?”

“Jennifer, but I guess I really prefer Jenny.”

“Jenny, I knew we would have a special evening together from the moment I saw you downstairs. I just love to dress up my dolls. Will you be my little dress-up doll tonight?” I nod, and Linda gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. She tells me to start a nice warm bath and to remove my clothes.

A few minutes later, Linda enters the bathroom. She is wearing only lacy red tap pants and a matching bra. She pours bubble-bath crystals into the water and has me get in the tub. She starts gently washing my body. “Don’t be scared,” she says. “Remember, I’m only here to make you feel pretty.”

After the bath, Linda asks me what I like to dress in best. She told me earlier that she sells women’s clothing; what she omitted was that it is mainly lingerie. That explains the suitcase filled with delicate treasures. She pulls out an ultrafeminine bodysuit. It is white with lots of pink lace in the panels. The panty portion is completely pink lace.

Next she pulls out a hot-pink-satiny garter belt and places it around my waist. This is followed by black hose.

“Now let’s go take a look and see if this fits your mood.” She has me model in front of the mirror. I adore what I see.

“Listen, Jenny,” she says as she places both hands on my shoulders, “I want you to tell me that you’ll trust me completely. This has me just as excited as it has you.” When I nod, she again gently kisses my lips — I feel as if I am in heaven. Bright-red lipstick completes the picture. And spaghetti-strap heels. She tells me I look gorgeous. And I do. She works on my walk until it is natural.

She has me put on a sleeveless black turtleneck. She puts a scoop neck red pullover blouse on me. I am taken by surprise when she tells me to stand and spread my legs. From behind me she unfastens the snaps at the crotch of the bodyshaper. I feel her soft hands gently pull my cock back between my legs and deftly refasten the snaps. “We don’t want any unsightly bulges,” she explains. The finishing touches are a tight black leather skirt and a print scarf that she drapes over my back.

“Jenny, you are far too pretty for me alone. I think we’re ready for the lounge again.”

“But I’ve never been out before,” I argue.

“Jenny, you are a wonderful companion for the bar. Can’t you see how this is really you? We will be together.” Linda is right. I have been longing to do this. She takes a blow-dryer out of her suitcase and, in a few short minutes during which she feathers my hair here and there, she accomplishes the one thing I’ve never been able to do for myself: a really decent Jenny hairdo.

In the elevator, I ask, “What if someone talks to us? How do I respond?” Linda tells me not to worry. If someone approaches us, she will do the talking. She tells me simply to listen to other women. Many have voices not too different from mine.

When we get to the lounge, Linda orders our drinks. It has gotten very noisy. We find a table and talk, as we did hours earlier. Two gorgeous men approach and ask if they may join us. I place my purse on the table, a prearranged signal for “Not quite yet” that Linda and I had agreed upon earlier.

Later two other men make the identical request. Linda watches for the purse. I hear myself say, “We’ll be leaving shortly, but you may join us for a while.” Linda smiles, obviously pleased with me.

Forty-five minutes later, I hear myself say, “Excuse me, I must go to the ladies’.” Linda picks up on my cue and joins me. When we enter the rest room, I let out a big giggle. I say, “We did it!” Linda replies, “No, Jen, you did it!” We decide on one more drink before going home.

When we get back to “our” room, Linda hugs me. I feel my breasts against hers. We kiss deeply. Then she removes my outer clothing and removes all of hers. She pulls me to the bed and gently lays me down on it. Linda climbs on top of me and caresses my stockinged legs and runs her fingers over my bodysuit. We kiss more and more passionately. She unfastens the snaps at the crotch of my bodysuit. She moves down my body, and suddenly I feel her soft, warm mouth engulf my erection. After a few minutes, she swivels around until she is straddling me with her lovely pussy hovering over my face.

Without delay I plaster my face against her aromatic bush, my tongue slicing through the warm, slick folds of flesh. I tongue her clit and she moans around my cock, which she has taken all the way down her lovely throat. I can’t get enough of her sweet pussy and I eat it hungrily as her juices gloss my face.

Finally Linda swivels around again and this time squats down over me. Smiling, she takes hold of my aching cock and slips it up inside her wet hole. I watch my cock disappear inside her and then moan as she starts moving up and down on me. I thrill to the fact that she is fucking me, that she is in control. I am a woman being taken!

It isn’t very long before we both are coming, Linda driving down hard on my cock and then emitting a cry of pleasure as her orgasm sweeps over her. I moan and squeeze my breasts hard as I erupt, shooting semen up into her convulsing pussy.

When I wake up the next morning, Linda is gone. I will never forget her.