The Birthday Gift...continues.
Steve knelt and tenderly held Geoff's foot in a cool soft hand, surely too gentle to me a man...Geoff closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander. The stockings were attached by two pairs of hands...the belt clips cold on his skin. The straps pulled, the image of stockings and belt broke through his efforts to distance himself from the events; Geoff could do nothing to stop his arousal. Fabric tightened across his back and two people simultaneously lifted his arms to pull straps up and over his tense shoulders, fingers fumbled to clip the bra at the front. His nipples tingled, though his breast was too flat and they did not rub on the inside of the cups; he imagined how it would have felt to be a woman and fill the bra with voluptuous breasts.