I was nursing a cool Belgium lager, watching the world go by when my gaze was caught by two laughing women who had pulled up at one of the tables on t...he promenade. They were obviously sharing a ribald joke with a trio young lads sat at the next one. From their identical T-shirts with some bloke’s gurning face printed on, they were on a stag weekend. I put the women in their early sixties, both tanned and dressed for the hot summer night. The nearer one was a dark haired brunette, generously. I understood, she had cum. I was expecting it to happen but not so soon. I might have prolonged the foreplay too much. I waited for her climax to get over and hold her from her back and kissed her shoulder and asked what happened darling? She smiled and said, “nothing babe, Love you”. I kissed her and continued kissing her face, then her shoulder and continued kissing her back.Now I concentrated on her ass mounds. I started kissing it and I was kissing one ass mound while pressing the other and. They were flared, enabling me towear high heeled boots. Up top I wore a bra-top, more like a t-shirtjust about holding in my B-cup breasts, and coming down to just above mybellybutton. Over that I wore a long arran cardigan that was about thelength of a coat, and belted up like a gown, with a big, wide, darkbrown leather belt, making modest anything that might have shown throughthe clubwear underneath. I copied Sarah's knowledge on hair and makeupto do myself right, though it took a few goes. I went into the bathroom for my shower, carrying my lit cigarette betweenmy fingers. Another mirror and again I watched as I pulled on thecigarette. I drew a second time and watched as a rush of smoke came frommy nostrils. I am a smoker. I could feel the cigarette enervating me,lifting a layer of fog. I turned on the shower starting to feel moreconscious of my new body. Stepping back towards the mirror, I slowlyundid my robe. Almost solemly, I stood there, preparing myself to liftoff the.