He wasn't going to go all out with the makeup as he would just have to wash it all off before bed but he pulled out a tube of red lipstick and a compact mirror. Opening the mirror he puckered up his lips and very carefully applied a coat of the lipstick to both lips. He rubbed his lips together to spread it evenly and made a few kiss gestures to get it right. He studied it in the mirror and thought he had done a pretty good job. Satisfied with the results he turned his attention back to the TV.
Once again, his free hand was roaming all over his body. He sipped his wine and his hand made its way behind him, rubbing the large, round butt that he found himself sitting on. It felt great. It was firm. The type of butt he and his friends would have described as "juicy". Biff could feel the lines of his panties sitting snugly on his butt. He continued rubbing himsekf with his hand. Following the curve of his butt around and over the width of his hip. His hand snaked under the bottom of his lingerie and back to his butt. He traced the frilly edge of his panties with his hand, continuing in a repetitive motion. He gave his butt a squeeze, loving the feeling both from his hand squeezing a woman's butt but also from being the owner of that very butt. His penis was now standing at full attention and he gave it a gently rub through the front of his panties.
Soon enough, he had finished his second glass of wine and wanted to call it a night. He was feeling a bit frisky but didn't want to make a mess down here in the sitting room. He turned off the TV and decided to head up to bed, rubbing his body slowly now with both hands. One hand tracing the outline of his butt and the other squeezing and rubbing his breasts, moving from one breast to the other and back again, paying particular attention to the nipples that were fighting for attention with the same urgency as his penis. By the time he got into his bedroom he was breathing heavy. A soft moan escaped his lips as he slunk into his bed under the sheets and kept up his arousing movements.
He really didn't want to make a mess of his night wear so thinking fast he reached into his dresser and pulled out another pair of panties. He lay back and pulled up the hem of the chemise, resting it on his tummy. He tried to get a look at what he was doing but his line of sight was blocked by the pillowy mounds on his chest. He pulled the lacy waistband of his panties down and his erect penis sprang out. He picked up the second pair of panties which were just as soft and siky as the pair he was wearing and wrapped then around his erection. He started to pump slowly on his penis with one hand, turning his attention back to his nipples with the other. He pulled the neck of the chemise down over his breasts freeing then both from its silky confines. He gently traced circles around one nipple and the next, loving the sensation caused by his fingers with the red nail polish still on them.
He was in ecstacy now and had to fight the urge to scream out. He usually masturbated silently, with maybe a gutteral grunt but his femininity was coming out in full force now and he was having to muffle the moans that kept trying to escape his lips. His hips were rocking back and forth now and his smooth legs were automatically rubbing off each other as he squirmed back and forth on his bed. He picked up the pace, rubbing his silk covered penis faster and faster before he started seeing stars and a jolt of electricity sparked through his body from his penis and his nipples and he erupted with an orgasm, soaking the second pair of panties he had wrapped around himself.
He lay on the bed panting for a few minutes, completely lost in the afterglow.
