Double the fun...

Another work of complete fiction, a sequel to "I don't do the walk of shame."

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"Talk about a wide belt!"

I followed Kitty's eyeline to see who she was looking at. The target of her comment was indeed wearing a skirt that was rather short, showing a little under-butt. The rest of her outfit was similarly skimpy, but she certainly had the figure to wear it.

"Yeah, but she's got the figure for it," commented Andrea, echoing my thought.

"True, true," replied Kitty, her face turning back towards the rest of us.

That was how we were spending the evening; sitting, chatting, drinking, and gently bitching. Just a group of friends, who happen to be crossdressers, enjoying each other's company and the shared experience of being out en-femme.

"Another round?" Sandy asked. Nods all round.

"I'll give you a hand," I offered, pushing my chair back and standing up, grateful for the practice in heels that I'd had during the months beforehand, as this was my first night out in heels over an inch.

We took the drinks order, Sandy noting them down on her phone, and went to the bar. While we waited for the drinks I was looking around, watching all the wonderful outfits and sexy people walking around.

"Looking for someone to swap movies lines with?" Sandy joked, referencing the last time we'd all be out and I'd pulled.

I laughed. "Am I ever going to be allowed to forget that?"

"Not a chance!" she replied with a laugh. "We were all rooting for you and were so happy when you sent your last message."

"Wait... you were 'all'? I thought I just sent it to you?"

"Yeah, but we were all sitting in Mark and Nancy's suite drinking wine and gossiping..." she said, with a smile that suggested that "gossiping" was something of a euphemism.

That made me laugh, "well I didn't know I had a cheer section, but I really appreciate the good thoughts. Who knows, maybe it helped?" I grinned.

Just at that point the drinks arrived, and between us we were able to carry all of them back to the group. We delivered the drinks to their owners, and the banter continued.

I was about halfway down my drink when I out of the corner of my eye I saw a couple stood at the bar. That in itself was nothing new, but what caught my eye was the way they were dressed. They had mirrored each other.

One was wearing red shoes, black stockings with a red seam, a red skirt, black belt, red top, black bag and jewellery. The other was in black shoes, red stockings with a black seam, black skirt, red belt, black top, red bag and jewellery. The effect was quite amazing.

"What's caught your eye?" asked Mary. I pointed with my chin and said, "those two."

"Ah, The Double Act..." she replied, having glanced over, causing the others to chuckle. Clearly they were known. I made a questioning noise, to encourage further information.

"They come in here every couple of months, always doing the contrasting looks. Last time I saw them it was yellow and blue, before that black and white," she continued, "I've never heard anything bad about them, they just seem to be out to have a good time and that's their style."

I found I was fascinated, wondering how much effort they must have to put into their outfits to make them contrast like that and I kept glancing in their direction from time to time, my mind roaming with questions; how did they decide what to wear, how much did it cost them, could they reuse items, what was their relationship? That last one caught me a little by surprise, as up till that point I thought I'd been more interested in the outfits, but clearly there was something about them that was appealing on a physical level too.

"Just off to the little gurls room," said Kitty, yanking me out of my questioning thoughts. As she said that my last drink landed, and I realised I needed to go too. "I'll join you," I said, standing up and grabbing my handbag.

Our route to the loo took us past The Double Act, and I got a closer look at their outfits. Up close some differences were noticeable; they weren't exactly the same size, probably a couple of dress sizes apart; and the shoes had different heel heights, which I suspect was how they maintained the appearance of being the same height.

As we joined the queue for the loo Kitty turned to me and commented "you seem quite taken with those two," with a knowing smile.

"Just love how much effort they must have gone to. You've got to admire that dedication to a style."

She nodded, "I see your point."

Just then a couple of cubicles came free and we headed towards them. Kitty paused outside one and turned to face me. "I..." she paused, "I may be a little while. Don't feel you need to wait for me."

"OK," I replied, feeling a little concern showing on my face.

She didn't reply, just went into the cubicle and I heard the door latch.

I went into my own cubicle and did what I had to do. Heading over to the sinks, I washed my hands, and looked back. The door on the cubicle she'd gone into was still closed so I assumed she was still busy.

I shrugged, hoiked my handbag higher onto my shoulder, and went up the stairs past the queue of people waiting.

As I got to the top of the stairs I looked around for The Double Act. They weren't where I'd seen them, next to the bar, but then I spotted them, sitting at a table, which was on my route back to where the others were sitting. The one in the red top was facing in the direction I would come from, and I briefly (and accidentally) made eye-contact.

As I was walking towards them, she intentionally made eye contact and after a brief pause, no more than a couple of paces on my part, she pointed to an empty chair across from them. She tilted her head and did that questioning face that we all recognise but can't describe.

I was being offered the opportunity to sit with them. This was a first for me. People I didn't know asking me to join them. I'll admit I was a little nervous, but following on from my "nothing ventured, nothing gained" approach the last time I was out (see my story "I don't do the walk of shame") I decided to bite the bullet and go for it.

"Hi," I said, walking over to them and standing by the chair, waiting to be invited to sit.

"Hi," said the one with the red top (I found out later her name was Rachel, and the other was Hannah), "we saw you watching us, would you like to join us?"

"I'd be delighted to," I replied, pulling out the chair and sitting down.

"So, what caught your eye?" asked Hannah, with a smile.

"Well, really, just, your style, how much work must have gone into it, I mean, how long does it take to get the outfits?" I stammered, the words tumbling over themselves.

Rachel chuckled. "Told you the red and black would stand out," she said, looking to Hannah.

"Yeah, yeah, OK smartarse," came the grinning reply.

Rachel turned back to look at me. "It varies, sometimes we have stuff already, sometimes we have to go shopping,"

"Such a hardship," Hannah interjected.

"Charity shops, on-line, mainstream retail, all sorts of places," Rachel continued, "but anything from a couple of weeks to a couple of months. We're usually shopping for the current and the next at the same time."

Suddenly Hannah looked at me more closely, leaning forward a little, her eyes focusing on my neck.

"Oh! They're not a set!" she exclaimed, leaning back again. "I thought those earrings and the necklace were a set, they're such a close match."

I chuckled, "A lucky find in a charity shop," I touched the necklace, "and my wife's cast offs," I touched one of the dangly earrings, "just chance they happened to be so close."

"Well they really do work," Hannah complimented me, raising her glass in salute.

Compliments always help me relax, and this was no exception. We chatted about charity shop purchases, and how hit-and-miss it can be, and they were very complimentary about my choices for this outfit.

The conversation rambled along, ranging from charity shops, to stockings, to Amazon, to other peoples outfits, to our histories and origin stories, and all places in between. I found them to be great fun to chat with, their friendship (I established that they weren't related, but had known each other for many years) very clearly close, but with a delightful side of mickytaking and humour.

"I think your friend is looking for you," Hannah said, pointing to the bar. There was Kitty, her purse in hand, waving at me. She pointed at the bar and rocked her open hand in that "want a drink?" gesture. I gave her a thumbs up and she waved me over.

"Thanks, back in a mo," I replied to Hannah.

I walked over to Kitty, who was holding out a drink towards me. "Everything OK?" she asked as I took it from her.

"Yeah, they're nice, we're just nattering. You OK?" I replied, slight concern leaking into my voice.

Kitty looked a little confused then chuckled, "Oh right, the loo... yeah... I was just giving you time to come upstairs on your own, so I wasn't distracting you if you wanted to... chat with them."

She gave me a dirty smile and a saucy wink; I couldn't help but laugh, "Honestly! What are you like?" I chuckled.

"Wonderful as always," she replied, "Now go, chat some more, I'll tell the others not to wait up!" She made a shooing motion with her hand before picking up the rest of the drinks.

I spluttered a bit at her insinuation, but deep down, honestly, I wasn't going to deny that I found both Rachel and Hannah attractive and would not mind getting to know them a little more intimately.

Turning back to The Double Act I could hear Kitty chuckle behind me. Ignoring her as best as I could I went back to the table and sat down.

"All OK?" asked Hannah.

"She's just being a good friend and checking in on me," I said, raising my glass to Kitty as she walked back towards the rest of the group.

"It's good to have friends," commented Rachel, "are you here as a group?"

"Informally," I replied, "more of a 'friends who happen to be in the same place' type of group," I said. "We usually meet up in the hotel, and then hang out together, but sometimes go our separate ways as the night goes on."

I smiled, remember the last time we'd been out and I'd rather successfully pulled.

The conversation continued for a bit, talking about style and fashion, and I realised that they were both getting a little flirty with me, complimenting me on my outfit, my legs, and my overall look. The occasional double-entendre was creeping into the conversation, and I was finding it quite fun to try to keep up with them.

I'd finished my drink a while ago, and I was thinking about another, when Rachel asked, "more drinks?"

"You read my mind," I replied. She chuckled, "if your thoughts are that easy to read, where's the fun?"

I laughed, "fair point. I'd love one please. Vodka and coke, thanks."

"Same again?" she asked Hannah, who nodded in response.

Rachel stood up, and walked off the bar, leaving me and Hannah to chat some more.

Hannah leant back and stretched her shoulders, her breasts pushing forward as she did so. "Careful, you'll have someone's eye out with those!" I joked.

"So you think they're an eyeful huh?" she replied, wiggling her chest at me.

"Oh yes, they're an eyeful, so's your bum, and your legs, and..." I stopped, my thoughts running ahead of me.

"Yes?" she asked, her head tilted to one side quizzically.

"Honestly? I think you're both amazing looking, sexy as all get out," I answered, "and I think I'd like to get to know both of you better, in... in a more intimate way," I blurted out, before I could stop myself.

She chuckled, a smile spreading across her lips, "oh good," she said in a low sultry voice, which sent shivers down my spine and straight to my cock.

I sat there for a moment, my brain a little frozen by the reaction. "Are you OK?" asked Hannah; clearly my reaction was more visible than I thought.

"I.. yes.. sorry..." I stammered, "just caught me by surprise, that's all."

She laughed at this, clearly enjoying my reaction.

Rachel returned with the drinks, looking quizzically at Hannah. "I made her blush, it's so cute," she said with a chuckle, "oh, and she's got the hots for us too. So we could be in for a fun evening."

Rachel broke into a big grin. "Oh good," she said, echoing Hannah's earlier comment. That made me laugh, which broke the tension I was feeling.

Rachel handed out the drinks and we sat and chatted a bit more, returning to the conversation that had been going on before Rachel had gone for drinks.

As if in sync we finished our drinks. We looked at each other. There was a return of the tension, the good type, from earlier.

"I... I just need to let the others know I'm heading off," I said, pushing my chair back.

"We'll wait by the door," said Hannah, picking up her handbag off the chair next to her.

I quickly (although not too quickly - heels after all) went over to the others. Kitty saw me coming over and nudged Sandy.

"Not again?" joked Sandy. "This is becoming a habit!"

"Lucky bitch," muttered Mary, with a grin on her face.

"They're in the Travelodge on Manchester St., I'll text you the room number as usual," I said, doing my best to ignore the comments.

"Have fun!" said Sandy, raising her glass to me.

"Oh I plan to," I replied, causing laughter from the others. I grinned back at them, turning on my heel and heading towards the door.

For a second, as I approached the door, I was concerned that I couldn't see them. Then I spotted Rachel stood outside chatting to one of the bouncers.

As I opened the door I saw Hannah standing off to one side. She saw me come through the door and waved me over. As I walked over to Hannah, Rachel finished her chat and walked alongside me. Hannah fell in the other side of Rachel and we headed off down the street.

We got to their hotel and as we walked across the lobby Hannah dug in her bag and pulled out a keycard. She swiped the sensor on the lift door and stepped back, gesturing towards the doors as they opened. I walked into the lift and turned, standing in the middle of the wall facing the door. Hannah and Rachel came in after me and stood to the other sides. I liked that they weren't making me feel pressured, and were giving me space.

Hannah pressed the button for the fourth floor. "412," she said, "in case you need to send the room number to your friends."

I smiled, "thanks, that's something we do," as I pulled out my phone. Opening up my messages I typed a message to Sandy with the room number. As the lift doors opened I kept my phone in my hand ready to send the message once we were actually in the room.

We walked down the hallway and stopped outside room 412. Hannah used the key card to open the door, and we walked in. I hit send on the message and relocked my phone, dropping it into my bag.

Hearing the door close behind me caused a little shiver of anticipation to run down my back. Looking around the room it was your typical hotel room, twin beds, a desk, hanging space, fridge and drinks making kit, telly on the wall, chair, and a couple of suitcases stacked in the corner.

"Drink?" asked Hannah, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of wine.

"I'm good thanks," I answered, mainly because I don't like to mix spirits and wine. Looking around I saw some hooks for coats so I hung my handbag on one of those.

Rachel had sat down on the edge of one of the beds and was undoing her shoe straps. "Ohh that's better," she sighed, as she kicked the first one across the room, just missing Hannah.

"Hey, watch where you're kicking those!"

"Sorry," Rachel replied, kicking the other one more accurately under the desk.

I took a hint from this and did the same, sitting on the edge of the other bed and taking mine off. Rather than kick them off, I picked them up, carried them over to the hooks, crouched down, and put them on the floor under my handbag.

"Oh look at her, all organised," joked Hannah. I chuckled as I stood up and turned around. Hannah had poured two glasses of wine, and she handed one to Rachel as I turned. Rachel was still sat on the foot of the bed, and Hannah sat down on the other bed. I walked across the room and sat on the chair, conscious of their eyes on me as I walked past them.

Rachel looked at Hannah. "Boundaries?" she said.

"Boundaries," replied Hannah, as she slipped her shoes off and pushed them under the bed.

I was a little confused at first, but that cleared up as the conversation continued. In short, we discussed boundaries and limits. It was very adult, without being clinical. As we started talking, Hannah and Rachel stood up, and started removing outer clothing and jewellery. After a few seconds I followed suit. My skirt came off first, and went over the back of the chair, my blouse followed it, my earrings and necklace were dropped onto the table.

During the conversation Rachel took out a large pack of condoms and a couple of bottles of lube and put them on the bedside tables, one bottle, and a handful of condoms on each side. (Author's note - to save me typing it out each time, assume that condoms are used safely and in accordance with guidance, and suitable amounts of lube are used when needed - or if you prefer, ignore this paragraph and assume everyone's going bareback - reader's choice!)

At the end of the discussion, and the stripping, we were stood there in our stockings, knickers, and bras. And they looked as hot as I'd expected them to do. We all had different styles; Hannah had a matching, lacy, three piece suspender, bra, and knickers set; Rachel was in a less lacy but more satiny bra and knickers set, with holdup stockings; and I was in my favourite, comfortable, black, high-cut, cotton knickers with a simple bra, wide suspender belt and lace topped stockings. Three hard cocks visible, straining against our knickers.

I'll admit that at this point I was a little unsure as to how to proceed. If it had been me and one other person then I'd have had a much clearer read on what "should" happen. But this was a new situation for me and I think my uncertainty was visible to them both, so I was glad when they took the initiative.

Rachel stepped behind me, while Hannah moved to in front of me. She put one hand on my waist, and the other gently on the side of my face, moving her face towards mine. Rachel had put her hands on my hips, and slid them round and down, pulling herself against me. I could feel her cock pressed between my butt cheeks as she kissed my shoulders, her fingers running over the straps of my suspenders, teasing the edge of my knickers.

Hannah's lips met mine, her tongue pressing between them as they opened, her hand slipping further round my waist. My lips pressed against her lips, my tongue teasing around her tongue. I lifted my hands, my right hand going to her hip, my left round her waist, pulling her closer towards me. I could feel the tip of her knicker-clad cock brushing against mine, but I didn't pull her any closer as I didn't want to make it more difficult for Rachel, who at this point had slipped her fingers inside my knickers.

When Rachel discovered that I was bald down there, she stopped kissing my shoulders for long enough to whisper in my ear "I love a gurl who shaves". I wasn't going to tell that it's actually waxed (it lasts longer). She went back to kissing my shoulders and rubbing her cock against my bum, her fingers exploring further into my knickers, brushing over my balls, and teasing around my cock.

Hannah moaned, either from overhearing Rachel, or from enjoying the kissing, I don't know, and honestly it didn't matter.

I slid my hand down to her bum, and discovered that what I had thought were knickers with a thin band were actually more of a thong. I love the feel of naked bum under my hand, so this was a real delight for me.