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Young love

Young love

One of a few stories i'm currently working on... let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions.

I had decided to re-enrol myself at a local college doing an accountancy course. I had just turned 28 and was heading towards a sort off midlife crisis. I was a few weeks into the accountancy and it was going well. I got on well with the members of the group, though they were all exceptionally younger than me and male. There were 9 of us enrolled in the class and I was by far the oldest, with the others being between 17-20, most had just left school or were doing the course as they had too. They were all good natured towards me, though they loved the fact I was one of only 2 females on the course, the other girl never bothered turning up.

We were invited away for a 2 day break to another college for a meeting with another group of accountancy students which involved staying over there. On arrival we were shown to our sleeping spaces, the lads were in the room across the way from me. I was pleased I had a room all to myself, an en-suite and plenty of space to chill out. The first day was a long, boring day of lectures and exchanging study notes with fellow students. For me, the day couldn't end quickly enough and I was happy to get back to my room and relax. I spent the evening watching TV in the common room with a few of the other students. Again, they were all basically kids and were shocked to find out how old I was else. They couldn’t understand why I was doing a basic kids course, but my accountancy skills were limited and I thought this was the best way forward. It got to around 8pm and I decided to call it a night. I went back to my room and took a nice, long, hot shower. After this I chilled out on the bed, wrapped in my soft, white towel which covered my whole body perfectly. I lay on the bed, hearing a commotion every now and then in the corridor from the lads coming back from the TV room, one of them, Ryan popped his into my room much to my shock just to make sure I was ok which was nice of him. Ryan was early 20’s and was always very polite and respectful to me. Him and I had done a lot of group work together and had been for the odd drink after lessons and as much as we had a good friendship it was nothing more than that. I said I was fine and that I was relaxing for the night. He left and this is when I got myself ready for bed. Now my sleeping attire was slightly different to that of a normal 28 year old. See, I wore a pull-up to bed, more specifically a baby's pull up. Well I say baby, on the bag they were made for kids 8-15 and called drynites. I took one out of my bag, powdered my pussy, bum and thighs and slipped it on. Admittedly they were a slightly tight fit, but other than that they did their purpose. I had a slight wetting problem at night, nothing too heavy just the odd little dribble which the drynites could just about handle. For me, they were perfect and they always made me slightly excited and tingly. The comfort and feel of them was amazing, brought back memories of childhood security and love and as I had no boyfriend and no one to love me they made me happy. I was aware of the whole AB/DL thing from reading stuff on the night and I had taken to it well. Back home I had a few baby outfits and baby paraphernalia that I used behind closed doors. Well I dusted myself down with a bit more baby powder then, walked over to the window taking a bit of a risk. There I was, fully naked bar a pull-up which had quite little butterflies and a pink trim, closing the curtains in full of the smokers in the courtyard. It made me excited; knowing one of them could turn around at any moment and see my predicament. I stood there for maybe 20-30 seconds hoping somebody would turn around but the moment got to me and I closed the curtains. Then, to my horror, the unmistakable sound of my door opening caught me off guard. I was stuck, frozen on the spot by the curtains as the door creaked further and further open. I stood still, hoping it would close again, that whoever was there had disappeared but the sound of silence was broken by the voice, it was Ryan,

“Oh my God! What the fuck is going on here?” He exclaimed in a shocked disbelief.

I heard him close the door behind him and slowly I turned around.

“I...I...” I couldn’t even speak properly, “Just leave, please.” I cried out.

“Here, shhh, its ok. Come here.” He calmly replied.

I couldn’t believe somebody had finally seen me in a pull up. It was so embarrassing that I just buried my face in my hands and cried. I felt Ryan put his arms around me, comforting me. This was an amazing feeling, but at the same humiliating. Ryan was about an inch or 2 taller than me, he was quite muscular and toned. We stood there for about a minute or 2 before he lifted my head up, wiping away the tears that uncontrollably ran down my face.

“Please, I’ve got to put some clothes on.” I asked him

“No. I’ve to admit I don’t know what is going off with you but you don’t half look very cute. And I always knew you had an amazing body. Come on, talk to me” He commented, admiring my figure.

He was right, I did have a very nice figure I was pleased with. I had a flat and toned stomach, pert breasts and lovely long toned legs. But the fact I was in a pull up just looked stupid. I just sat down on the end of the bed, Ryan alongside me and poured out my heart to him. I told him everything, about I had little accidents, and how nappies made me feel secure and comforting when I was alone. The conversation was amazing and by the end of it I felt a huge weight had been lifted off my chest. Ryan kept commenting on how good I looked, how he totally understood my situation but most importantly for me he just listened and didn’t take the mickey out of me. There I was completely naked by the pull up, chatting to a young lad who I had a decent friendship with and telling him my most intimate secrets. He got up off the bed, proceeded to lock the door and then pushed me back on the bed. I fell onto my bag and as he clambered on top of me I knew exactly what he was aiming for. He brought his face closer to mine, attempting to kiss me and in that moment I just gave in and followed suit. I shared the deepest and meaningful kiss with a man for the first time in years and it felt immense. We kissed and explored each other’s body, Ryan undressing himself between snogs. He ran his hands over my body, fondling my breasts and slowly working his way down to the waistband of my pull up. He started to remove it before stopping and as I opened my eyes he gave me a cheeky wink before clambering off me. He pulled me to the end of the bed, my legs flopped to the ground then he ripped at my pull up, making a hole in it for him to penetrate me. He stood over me, admiring his handiwork, wanking himself off then he slowly spread my legs and began to penetrate me. I moaned in ecstasy as he forced himself inside me, my first sexual experience for over 2 years and it felt intense. He had a huge penis, I’d say around the 9-10” mark and as he thrust himself inside me harder and harder I could barely contain my excitement. I could feel the nice comfort and padding of the pull up forced against my bare skin and it added to the intensity of the session. He pulled out, giving me time to readjust myself, before he grabbed my legs and with consummate ease flipped me over onto my stomach, my legs still hanging off the bed and as he tore an even bigger hole in the pull up, he took me from behind, doggy style. I couldn’t help but scream out in pleasure, he continued to sensually penetrate me, and my clitoris was throbbing. He continued for the next 20minutes to do me, arching my back and heightening the sexual pleasure for me. Then he pulled out, pulled me up, he sat on the edge of the bed and i straddled his waist and gyrated my body on his lap. We both looked deep into each other’s eyes and embraced the moment, before I came intensely whilst on his lap. At the same time, he did exactly the same, forcing himself further inside me, before the moment was over. We both flopped back onto the bed, trying to recover ourselves and cuddled up to each other. It took a few minutes to realize what had just happened, I had just had sex with someone who I had only known for a few weeks who was 8 years my junior and had seen me wearing a pull up. I had a slight feel of remorse, but it had felt so good. We decided to have a shower together to cool off and once we were both dry I waited for Ryan to go before putting on another pull up. We spoke our first words since our sexual encounter,

“Wow. That was amazing. What happens now?” I asked.

“Yeah, you are very hot. Well I have an invitation for you. I’m going to a party on Saturday. You want to be my guest?” He replied, redressing himself.

“Yeah sure, I have no plans.” I replied.

“By the way, will I get to see you in your cute little pull up, again?” He asked cheekily.

I tentatively contemplated the issue, but seeing as he had already seen me in one already I gave in. I took the pull up out of my bag, powdered my backside, pussy and thighs and stepped into the pull up. I pulled it up to waist, smoothed it out and stood there. Ryan came over to me, put his arms around, copped a cheeky feel of my backside and kissed my lips. We said our goodbyes and Ryan let himself out, then I locked the door behind him and got into bed. I lay there for a few hours unable to sleep tossing and turning and contemplating what had happened. I just hoped Ryan wouldn’t say anything to the other guys on the course; I couldn’t handle the embarrassment and humiliation. I finally managed to nod off, and when awoken by the alarm clock in the morning, I was my usual slightly damp self. The rest of the day passed by as usual and before I knew it we were on the bus travelling back home. Coincidentally the person sitting next to me was Ryan and we started chatting.

“Hey babe.” He said, putting his hand on my thigh. “I enjoyed last night. Don’t worry I haven’t old the others just in case you were worried. I told them we were just chatting.”

“Good, that’s cool. I really enjoyed it as well. Thanks for not telling them.” I replied, smiling back at him.

He ran his hand close to my groin, blatantly trying to feel if he I had a pull up on or not, but I didn’t. He looked slightly disappointed when he felt me, but I didn’t dare where on the bus just in case the others saw it.

“No pull up?” He asked disappointingly.

“No, not in the day. But if you want to have another viewing you’re welcome to come round!” I whispered in his ear, much to his enjoyment.

“Well this party I invited you to on Saturday, is a fancy dress event. I was thinking, maybe you could come as my baby girl? I’ll leave you with that thought.” Was his reply. I was taken aback by this request, on the one hand I so wanted to have a public outing and feel the buzz of another stranger seeing me, whilst on the other hand I didn’t want a room full of strangers humiliating me. Ryan wandered down the bus to his mates and left me with the thought. The bus pulled in to the college and we all went our separate ways. It was Tuesday so I had 4 days to think about Ryan’s offer. I made my way home via the 20 minutes bus journey and constantly contemplated the issue.

Whilst working on Tuesday evening I instinctively decided there and then what I was going to do. I was going to the party in fancy dress and I would do it in style. Whilst researching some ABDL stuff I came across an online store that sold adult baby outfits so as soon as I got in from work I poured myself a glass of wine, set up the laptop and ordered myself an outfit. I was very girlie girlie and loved my pinks. So I took the plunge and ordered myself a beautiful pink PVC romper. It had a white collar, white PVC frills, a zip down the front, and short white frilled sleeves. The leg cuffs were trimmed with PVC frills that would stop about 2 or 3 inches down from my waist. On the model on the website it looked amazing and so pretty, I hoped I could carry it off as well as she did. I also took a giant leap in my AB lifestyle buy ordering a pack of Tena Slip Maxi, the small size which was full on nappies. If i was going to act the part I should look the part I thought. I also ordered a Disney printed nappy cover which looked really cute. They were pink with pictures of Winnie the pooh decorating them, accompanied with a pair of pink booties. The outfit in my mind looked amazing. I quickly ordered i thankfully the sizes were off the cuff so I was in luck, and with paying a couple of pounds extra for special delivery I was so excited. I went to bed that night feeling so excited, yet worried about what decision I was making.

Wednesday was a full day at an office temping, putting my accountancy learning to good use. It gave me time working by myself to contemplate what I was doing with my AB side of life. I reflected on the events from the trip away. Getting caught in a pull up and then giving into to temptation and having sex with a fellow student was risky business, but then agreeing to open myself up to a potential viewing of my baby side was a massive step. I secretly harboured an ambition to let somebody into my secret life, but I thought it would be somebody I would meet through my ABDL contacts, not somebody from college. I arrived home on Wednesday night; disappointingly no packages had arrived though I knew it would be Thursday at the earliest. After showering, I retired to bed with a cup of tea, my usual pull up attire and lay there watching TV. As usual I fell asleep attempting to catch up on the evening’s soaps.

Thursday arrived and I was awoken by the alarm buzzing in my ear. Today was a full day of college and the first time I had seen Ryan since our little rendezvous on our trip away. I was first in the lecture hall followed by a few of the others then last to arrive just as the lecture began was Ryan. He came and sat down next to me, much to both of our pleasures. The lecture and a few minutes in to it I felt Ryan’s hand stroking the inside of my leg, again he was blatantly feeling for the feel of a pull up. I wrote a little note in my jotter and handed it to him. It read, ‘Patience is a virtue. Just wait until Saturday.’ He looked at me smiling like the cat that had got the cream and continued on with the lecture. I felt like such a teenager again, like we were hiding our relationship because it was forbidden. I grabbed his hand and held it under the table, he didn’t resist, and this for me was the first sign of a mutual love. The lecture lasted a couple of hours and once lunchtime came I headed over to the cafeteria and sat by myself and studied my notes for the next lesson for a specific section of accountancy that only a few of us were studying. Unfortunately for, Ryan wasn’t doing this so the lesson gave me more thin time. Once it had finished I got the bus home and endured the same tedious journey that frequented my life 2-3 times a week. I got home to see I had a pleasant surprise; the delivery man had been and left my package with the couple next door. I headed on over to their place and knocked on the door, which was answered by my neighbour, Lucy. I got on with them fine, exchanging pleasantries with them every now and then in the corridor.

“Hey, erm... I’ve got this note that says they left a package of mine with you earlier?” I asked.

“Yeah sure, here it is. Mind if I ask what it is?” She replied handing me the box.

“Oh, it’s just an outfit for a fancy dress party I’m attending on Saturday.” I replied cheekily, feeling slightly adventurous yet nervous that maybe she had succumbed to intrigue and tried to find out what was inside my parcel like nosey neighbours do.

“Cool. What are you going as?” She asked, catching me slightly off guard.

“Erm...” I stuttered miserably, “It’s a surprise from a friend. Even I don’t know yet! Well thanks for looking after my package.” I replied, edging away from the doorway. Lucy nodded her head in acknowledgment and closed the door behind her.

I quickly scampered off back to my room, dying to open the box and see what my outfit looked like. I sat the box down on the table, staring at it for a few seconds, then succumbing to intrigue I opened it and placed each of the packages on the table. The first thing I pulled out was the bulky package of Tena Slip Maxis. This was my first glimpse of proper adult Nappy’s; they looked huge and bulky, much bigger than my usual nightly pull ups. Then came the pink booties, accompanied by the pink cover pants. They looked so cute with the pictures of Winnie the Pooh on them. I cuddled them up to my face and they were so soft and comforting. Then came the dress, the PVC romper dress. As I lifted it out of the box it looked stunning, the white ruffles adorning the zip, arm and leg cuffs complimented the main part of the pink dress superbly. I held it against my body and it looked like it would be a tight fit, a figure hugging dress but one that would look cute. I modelled it in front of the mirror, holding it against my body resisting the temptation to try it on. I knew if I tried it on now, I would never take it off again. I placed it on a coat hanger and hung it from the wardrobe so it was in my constant view. I did however succumb to testing out one of my new nappies and booties. I stripped myself naked, undid the package and pulled one out. They were quite bulky and had a lot of padding; I unfurled it, laid it on the bed and proceeded to lie on top of it, sprinkling myself with a generous amount of talc. I pulled it over my pussy and taped the 2 tapes either side tightly over my waist. As I sat up I could feel the bulk between my legs and a further examination in the mirror showed how they rose up towards my belly button and imposed themselves on my figure. I pulled on the pink booties which felt so soft and warm. The cute little pictures of Winnie the Pooh were an amazing accompaniment, making me feel so childish. As I admired my newly nappied state in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel so babyish. I had always thought I was a nappy lover but I was gradually turning to an adult baby, a phrase I had read so much about but never consciously pondered. Now here I was, in a nappy and baby booties, with a baby pink dress and pink cover pants staring me in the face and I was about to venture out publicly like a baby. I stopped admiring and put on my dressing gown, made a cup of tea and a bit of dinner and sat down in front of the TV for the evening with a bit of college work to keep me busy. The college work was put to one side as I logged onto my favorite website and scoured the forums searching for the answer to my question, was I doing the right thing? I searched previous questions; it seemed the answer was in my own hands. I had already allowed a near stranger to see me in a pull up, and then had a sexual encounter in one, and now I was planning on dressing up and exposing myself publicly to a whole group of strangers. I fell asleep pondering that thought, with a sense of excitement about the whole venture.

I awoke Friday morning, sprawled out on the settee with the sun shining through the balcony window. I stood up and unwrapped my dressing gown and looked down at my nappy. There was a slight tinge of yellow to it, thanks to my late night drink. Intrigue got the better of me and I had to rub it and feel the dampness. It felt amazing, I rubbed the damp bulk between my legs, I was exposed to anyone who could see through my window and was lost in the moment of sexual excitement. I stopped just short of giving myself an orgasm, the feeling was intense and I was exploring a side of my sexual life I had never experienced before. I stripped off in the bathroom and had a nice, hot shower before dressing in my work uniform for a full day of boring office work. I threw on my skirt and shirt, accompanied by my heels and endured the bus ride to the office where I spent the day lost in a world of AB dreams. I hardly accomplished any work, I was handed piles and piles of documents to shred which was a tedious affair. I still couldn’t get into my head that tomorrow was the day. The day came and went and before I knew it I was back enduring the bus ride home. I stopped off at Tesco which was a short walk from my house, and brought a few things for dinner tonight. I treated myself to a bottle of wine, plus 1 for tomorrow night. Then I ambled down the baby aisle and admired the vast array of products. I stood amazed at the range of nappies, wipes, food, and everything available to a baby. I never brought my pull ups from here due to fear of being recognised by a friend or colleague, but I was pleased to see they stocked them just in case I was ever running short. I decided to add to my baby stuff collection and brought some more baby wipes, a bottle of baby oil and a little rubber ducky for bath time. It was a novelty item but looked so cute, I had always wanted now and now I had one. Self-service was my saviour I thought, until I scanned the bottles of wine which required a member of staff to come over and check my ID. A young girl came over, no older herself than 20 and asked me to produce some identification. I rummaged around in my bag whilst the girl chatted to me,

“These for your baby, madam?” She asked politely.

“Yeah, something like that.” I hastily replied, retrieving my ID from my purse.

“Funny that. Never seen you in here before with your baby.” She replied curiously.

“I’m babysitting.” I replied, grabbing back my ID and paying for my items.

The girl continued to stand there and watch me pack my items before wishing me goodbye. I got outside the store to the showers of a heavy downpour. My place was a 10 minute walk, which seemed to take an eternity in the pouring rain. As I made my way into the complex and headed towards my door out came Lucy from her place. We exchanged greetings before she asked,

“Did you find out what your fancy dress outfit was then?”

“Erm...” I wasn’t sure what to say, “I think it’s a little Bo Peep outfit.” Was the best I could muster up.

“Oh cool. I’ll let you go; you look a bit rain soaked.” She replied.

Thankfully for me she didn’t continue her interrogation. I let myself into my place and completely stripped my drenched clothes. Everything was sopping wet, even my knickers so they had to come off. I ran myself a shower, at least this time the water was hot and relaxing rather than the cold rain. I made it a quick shower as I was starving, threw on my dressing gown and put the dinner I had just purchased, spaghetti bolognaise into the oven and chilled out on the settee with the bottle of wine. I contemplated putting on another nappy but instead I stuck to my normal pull ups, slipped one on and put on my dressing gown. I grabbed my lasagne out of the oven and sat on the settee cross legged, the plate on top of my dressing gown keeping my legs warm. The TV that evening was boring, so I flicked through the movie channels and ended up watching Quantum of Solace with Daniel Craig, whom I had a soft spot for. The lasagne was lovely, the wine a great accompaniment and soon it was sitting heavy on my bladder. I decided against peeing the pull up, the last time I had a full blown wetting in one, it ended in disaster with my bed getting absolutely drenched so I carried myself off to the toilet and did my business as usual. The wine was also starting to take effect on me, leaving me feeling slightly tipsy so after brushing my teeth and clearing up I slumped into bed, ever curious as to what the day ahead had to offer.

Saturday morning and the sun shone brightly through the window. I looked over at my clock and it was 0930. I felt slightly rough from my previous night’s wine. I groggily headed off into the shower, trying to wake myself up before throwing on my dressing gown and rustling up some breakfast. I stuck with my favourite Crunchy Nut and a cup of tea. I sat down and flicked the TV and watched the news. I looked at my phone, hoping Ryan had texted with some notice of the timings for today but there was nothing. I couldn’t decide what to do, whether to pop out and do a some running or stay in and wait for Ryan to appear. I decided on the former, putting on my Lycra shorts and Nike t-shirt along with my trainers. I attached my IPhone to my armband and slipped it on my arm. I left my place and headed off to the local park which was 5mins run away and had a lovely lake which I could run around. My headphones bleared out the sounds of dance music, my favourite which got me pumped for running. I loved keeping fit, I wish I had have kept on my athletics whilst still at college in my younger days but laziness and a hectic lifestyle had got the better of me. I was coming towards the end of my hour long jog when my text message tone went off. I continued on running back to my place where I was shocked to see Ryan waiting outside my place in his red Peugeot. I was sweating quite badly, flushed and in need of a shower. I jogged over to Ryan’s car, he got out and we chatted,

“Hey. I texted you this morning. Did you not get it?” He asked curiously.

“Dam phone. I’ve only just received it now. It’s been playing up all week. What did it did it say?” I asked in reply, taking the phone from my arm and reading the message. It read,

“Hey Sam. I will be round about 11. Maybe we could help each dress. What you say?”

“Well I guess it’s too late to say no now. Follow me up.” I joked. He grabbed a bag from his boot and followed me through the door and up to my door. I threw my phone on the settee and refreshed myself with a cold bottle of water.

“Wow nice place you have here.” He commented, making himself at home on my settee.

“Yeah. So, what is your costume for the event today?” I asked sounding intrigued.

“Well, baby, patience is a virtue. The party starts about 1430 so we have plenty of time to chill.” He replied cheekily, keeping me in suspense.

“Fine. Be like that.” I childishly replied, sticking my tongue out.

He stood up and ran at me, picking me on his shoulder; firemen’s lift style and threw me down on the settee.

“You naughty little girl, maybe baby needs a spanking.” He mocked, spanking my bum playfully.

I turned over and he pounced on top of me. He his hands over my body before we exchanged a passionate snog. I wrapped my legs around him and was taken away in the moment of passion. We continued to snog, I waited for him to make the next move but he just kissed me then got off me.

“There is plenty of time for this tonight baby girl.” He said.

He stood up, removed his shirt exposing his toned, muscular body which looked amazing.

“Is there anywhere I can change? I got an outfit to get into.” He asked.

I pointed him in the direction of my spare room which was just a junk space.

“Yeah I will do the same. But I may be some time, so make yourself at home.” I told him.

I went into my room and proceeded to take another shower. I felt so horny after our little session together and I nearly gave myself an orgasm but refrained, I didn’t want to ruin myself for Ryan. I quickly showered, dried myself then set about getting myself and my outfit ready. I decided on one of my new nappies first. I powdered my bum and pussy generously, and then taped the nappy precisely over my front. I stood up, pulled on my cute pant covers, and then grabbed my new pink dress. It rustled loudly due to it being PVC but looked amazing. I unzipped it, put my legs through the leg cuffs and pulled it up. I zipped the front up and admired myself in the mirror. I looked so babyish and cute; the white ruffles against the pink PVC looked so flattering on me. The ruffles also covered my pert nipples, hiding a little of my dignity. The outfit puffed out generously around my crotch area thanks to the nappy and pants. You could just see the outline of Winnie the Pooh through the pink PVC and accompanied by my pink booties which fitted snuggly the outfit was complete. I sat down at my make-up table and applied some foundation; eye liner and lip stick, making me look a little more girly. I bunched my hair into cute little pink tails tied with a pink bobble. I stood up and had to have a slight waddle across to my full length mirror thanks to the bulk of the nappy. I now stood behind my door, knowing that when I opened it Ryan was going to see me for who I was. I had gone from this shy, retiring pull up wearer to a near full on ABDL. I could hear Ryan laughing at the TV. I clutched the door knob, slowly turned it and carefully pulled the door open. I stood in the doorway as Ryan swivelled his head round and the sight of me drew an immediate smile from him. He had his outfit on, a black shirt, black trousers and black hat. He had dressed as an American Cop, complete with truncheon, handcuffs and plastic gun. He looked so hot; he carried the uniform off perfectly. He stood up, walked over to me and admired the view and commented,

“Wow! You look so cute. Give us a twirl.”

I spun round slowly, modelling my padded backside. All my pride and dignity was now officially gone. I came round to face him, put my hand on his shoulder and cuddled up to him.

“You’re now so bad yourself. You look hot.” I said.

He slowly ran his hand round to my backside and stroked my padded bum. He grabbed a handful of nappy, lifting his head back off my shoulder and looking into my eyes,

“You’ve got a nappy on!” He commented startled at the fact I was nappied.

“Yes, just for you. But please don’t tell anyone at the party, I don't want the embarrassment of the whole world knowing.” I asked him.

“That’s cool. Are you going to be using your nappies?” He asked curiously.

“Well, maybe. Depends how drunk I get.” I replied, winking at him.

“Cool. I’ve got a little present for you but it’s in the car. I’ll just go fetch it.” He left my apartment and went to his car whilst I had an afterthought. If I was going to use my nappies for their intended purpose today then I would need a supply of spares plus my other bits and where would I be able to change. I would probably have to do it myself. I went back into my room and searched for a bag to put my supplies in. I had a nice bag red handbag that would fit a couple of nappies in plus a small bottle of powder. I heard Ryan come back in and he called me into the front room. I loved presents and surprises so I was looking forward to this.

“I forgot to ask you earlier, but I’m house-sitting my Brothers place this weekend as he asked me to keep an eye on his dog. Do you want to stay over with me tonight and I will drop you back tomorrow evening?” He asked me.

“Erm...well...yeah suppose I could do. I have no plans for tomorrow. I will just go pack a few things then. Do I need anything in particular? I queried.

“Well, he has got a swimming pool so bring your bikini.” He cheekily replied.

I laughed; I hadn’t worn a bikini for years. Whenever I went swimming I always covered up, I was quite shy about my body around strangers. I went back into my bedroom and grabbed an overnight bag, stuffing it with a half dozen nappies, baby oil, underwear, bikini and a few clothes. I re-joined Ryan back in the front room where he was holding a bag. We both sat down on the settee and he made me close my eyes. He placed something in my hands and when he allowed me to open my eyes there was a dummy and baby bottle. The dummy was plain pink; the baby bottle was transparent covered with pictures of fairies. They looked very cute.

“Well, this is a surprise. They look so cute. Are you expecting me to use them today?” I asked.

“It’s all down to you. I won’t force you into anything. Though judging by your outfit I think you are quite enjoying this baby stuff.” He replied.

He was right. I was the one that had ordered the dress, pants and nappies. I took a deep breath and put the dummy in my mouth. Instinctively I started suckling the dummy much to Ryan’s pleasure. I rinsed the bottle out and proceeded to fill it with wine from the bottle I started the previous night. Putting the lid back on, I slipped it into my handbag along with my phone, purse and the dummy I had enjoyed suckling. I decided to hide my embarrassment from the neighbours and put my long coat on to cover my outfit and I checked my appearance in the mirror before we both headed out of the door. I made us both scamper down the stairs quickly and get into Ryan’s car as I didn’t want the neighbours to see me in either my outfit or with a man a lot younger than me. We both got in the car and were away without any hassle or embarrassment thankfully. The plan of action was to drive to Ryan’s Brother’s house and then walk down to the party as it was only a 5 minute walk away. The journey there was uneventful, we chatted now and again about random things but we never brought up either my outfit or the things we had gotten up to over the last week or so. The journey took about 30minutes as the place was out of town on the outskirts bordering the countryside. The houses were pretty big down this way and Ryan informed me his brother was a successful Property Developer and had a few pounds to his name. We pulled up outside the house and it was immense, big metal gates that opened as we approached them, the house was adjoined by a huge double garage. As we went inside the entrance hall was probably bigger than my flat, the wooden flooring was quite slippy in my booties. Ryan led me through to the front room and took my bag upstairs. The front room was painted cream, the TV was at least 50” and the open fire place gave that country feel to it. There were a few family pictures scattered around the shelves that indicated they had 2 girls, one a baby and one that looked about 12. I wondered round the house, exploring the kitchen, the cupboards were a lovely dark wood, with a big wooden dining table and a view to die for that showed the huge garden and the hills and trees out in the countryside. This house was the stuff dreams are made off. I heard Ryan coming down the stairs and he popped into the kitchen, and asked me if I wanted a drink. He offered me a glass wine and had a beer for himself. It was quite a warm day and as we headed out onto the patio I took my coat exposing my ruffled outfit. Ryan gave me a cheeky whistle which made me turn a shade of red through embarrassment. We sat on the loungers and soaked up the sun for half an hour next to the swimming pool, Ryan took of his top to expose his toned body which sent a thrill of sexual excitement through my body.

“Right baby-girl. I think we should get a move on. I can smell the BBQ from here. I would offer to show you the toilet but I don't think you need it do you.” He commented, again making me blush. I did sort off need the toilet but I put that thought to the back of my mind and drank up. We went back through the house and out of the front door before I picked up my bag containing my supplies. The walk was quite uncomfortable for me; the nappy was chaffing between my legs and thanks to the sweat was giving me a rash. It was literally 4 houses down from Ryan’s brother’s house and we could hear the music from the garden and made our way down the side of the house and into the garden. I stopped just before the gate and took a deep breath. Like when I was exposing myself to Ryan, I was nervous and had that thought of fear and humiliation in my mind. I heard the gate open and Ryan’s friend welcomed us in. Ryan introduced me as his new girlfriend, Sam, this was news to me but I played along with it. The man introduced himself as Steve and informed me he was Ryan’s boss at the accountancy firm he was working at. He complimented me on my outfit and I did the same to him as he was dressed as Superman and looked brilliant. As we entered the garden there were about 15-16 people already there enjoying the BBQ and drinks. I was handed a glass of wine by a lady dressed as Wonder Woman, and Ryan informed me it was Steve’s wife, Sarah. The BBQ was quite nice; I enjoyed a selection of Chicken wings, burgers and hot dogs which were amazing.

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