Chapter 1

Her name was really Mrs. Margaret Armstrong-Heatherton, but since her British childhood, she had always been known as 'Pepper' and this pet name was beautifully tailored to fit, and it really fit this tall beautiful redhead as snugly as the indecent panties she wore. It was as becoming an appelation as her scanty brassieres and the filmy dark nylon she affected.

Indeed, Margaret Armstrong-Heatherton, a tall five-foot, eleven and one quarter inches of striking loveliness with ravishingly beautiful strawberry blonde hair was aptly nick-named because she had a temper which was wild and furious, almost uncontrollable at times, and, it was for this reason and this reason only that Pepper found little or no happiness until she discovered her real personality.

Because of her towering height, she had always found it difficult to get along with normal-sized people; in her college days she belonged to the Tall Femme Club and because it was difficult for her to buy ready-made clothing, she did most of her own sewing.

Pepper became so expert a designer of tall girl's things, she accidentally 'founded' her own business, and it was only after several years that she was able to find total happiness.

This was when she accidentally learned that her so-called 'female' sex was doubtful, and that she was more inclined to be in the intimate company of other woman than in the company of men.

But as life will have it, she lost her cherry to a dildo and it took several years for her to make the sexual adjustments which were so necessary if she was to find any self-satisfaction, any sexual or sensual gratification in life.

Then, a sudden good fortune entered her life. A distant uncle passed on and left her his entire estate. With the aid of lawyers this vast estate was converted into cash and with this cash she opened her own concession in one of Manhattan's luxury department stores.

At the recommendation of these same lawyers, able to see a good thing, Pepper shortly opened two exclusive Tall Girl's Shoppes and her patterns and designs became best sellers almost as rapidly as her fame in the garment business rocketted.

And, it was directly because of this that she met her husband,. Armstrong-Heatherton. His first name was Anthony and for a man with such a long, semi-aristocratic name, the contrast in his personal appearance was almost funny.

'Heather' as he like to think of himself in private was as effeminate as Pepper was masculine. 'Heather' wore female undies and feminine parfume. As an accountant-turned-interior Decorator, Armstrong-Heatherton became equally famous for his unique and precious interior designs, all thrilling and exciting to his female clients among whom Pepper was one of his very first.

Anthonoy Armstrong-Heatherton was about 5' 1" tall and his physical frame was just ordinary except he was a bit round-shouldered from his long days as an accountant, boring over his ledgers. He wore contact lenses and his eyes were a watery blue. His nose was long and his lips narrow. He had a slightly clefted chin. His fingers were long and lean and he walked with a slight limp which he had inherited congenitally from one of his parents.

But he spoke well. Indeed, very well! He had a faint, affected English accent and a very large vocabulary for so uneducated a man.

And he was ambitious!

When he was introduced to Pepper, by a. third party, he was fascinated with the tall, beautiful strawberry blonde woman with so much wealth, and with such a magnificent body, Pepper's luscious breasts rising high on her strong chest, Pepper's exceedingly narrow waist and her long thighs and legs seeming to overpower the little Armstrong-Heatherton.

Pepper's bright toothsome smile was also very attractive to the small Interior Decorator with the decidedly efeminate gestures and manner isms, but he was most taken with her sharp patent leather spike high heels and her slim, curvy ankles and her carved calves encased in sheer filmy nylon stockings as she sat opposite him on their first meeting, discussing the new decor Pepper wished for her brand new Fifth Avenue apartment just below the Pent House in a marvelous building.

Although Armstrong's prick was merely four inches long and not as fat nor as thick as he would have wished, he felt a delightful twinge of excitement in his member as he absently (but purposely) stared down to the floor in the direction of Pepper's chic ankles and heels as he listened to her ideas about the new decor.

Then, when Pepper crossed her long shapely legs and Armstrong could glance up inside her tight, hip-hugging skirt to see the white shining flesh above her stocking tops and then another glimpse at her black garter belt, his small placid prick wanted to lunge and, beyond his control, actually it did this, a small throbbing bulge becoming noticeable between his small legs.

Pepper's ever alert eyes caught this very slight motion and she felt a curious stirring in her own lovely body.

Although Armstrong was slightly embarrassed, he was quite able to disguise this and instantly crossed his knees, concealing the frightening bulge now growing larger.

Never in his lifetime had Armstrong ever been aroused by a woman!

Pepper, suddenly conscious of a strange emotion also looming over her, uncrossed her knees once again and this motion hiked her skirt up even higher, revealing the inside of her luscious white thighs and perhaps (she mused to herself) a sight of the white crotch of the scanties she always wore which hugged her buttocks and her pussy so tightly she could cream at the pressure of the thin material against her tender pussy lips and her pouting asshole.

"Suppose we stop for a moment, Mr. Heatherton, and have ourselves a little drink. I don't really like to discuss things like this too long without a break," Pepper smiled and standing slowly, letting her skirt slide down naturally, knowing how sensual this was, and grinning to herself, she crossed the skimpily furnished room and from a portable refrigerator, poured a chilled bottle of prepared cocktails into two glasses.

As Pepper was doing this, Armstrong's eyes were riveted to Pepper's firm and very shapely buttocks, so tightly embraced by the sheath skirt she wore. He could easily make out the line of her panties and realized that surely more than half of her buttocks must be bare under her skirt.

The realization of this sent wild crazy thrills circulating throughout the little man's skinny, round-shouldered body and his prick began to simper again and pound inside his pants and under his female undies which he always wore.

He felt his perspiration growing as she turned and walked slowly toward him, reminding Armstrong of the strut and slow seductive walk of a burlesque queen. He was secretly delighted in how tall and strong his new client was and he could swear to himself that he could plainly see the outline of her pussy mound as she bent over to hand him his drink with a courteous smile on her rose bud lips.

"There," she sighed, "this will be fine for now and then we can continue ... discussing how we're going to furnish and decorate this bare apartment," she said, relaxing on the temporary couch, this time being totally careless and almost frivolous about her skirt as it hiked up to the level of-her bare thighs, exposing the white crotch of her skimpy panties.

Armstrong's prick was now as hard and as stiff as it had ever been, except when he was jerking it off in front of a mirror, his .female panties down to his knobby knees and his filmy nylons and high heels which he wore when he was alone as 'Heather' in his apartment, creating a weird atmosphere of debauchery and the kind of depravity Armstrong secretly lived for!

Casually, Pepper brushed one palm over her breasts, so full and ripe inside her brassiere, brushing off imaginery flecks of dust as she stared listlessly at the little man across from her.

"Are you married, Mr. Heatherton?"

"Oh, no," Armstrong replied, his effeminate tone amusing Pepper.

Pepper saw Armstrong blush and looked down at his crotch openly.

"Do I arouse you, Mr. Heatherton?"

Armstrong blushed again and then he gulped on his drink. He felt a strange fever pulsating in his body and he could do nothing about controlling his pounding penis, hoping the sky would fall in before he broke out in a cold sweat.

Pepper stretched languorously on the couch, relaxing back into it, her long strong legs now reaching out and almost touching Armstrong's feet.

"Do IT' she asked sweetly, sliding down farther on the couch, her skirt now almost up to her hips, her silky sexy panties now fully visible to the shuddering decorator.

"Yes ... yesssss...." Armstrong stammered.

"Do you like to look up girls' dresses?"

Armstrong stammered again, some unintelligible words.

Pepper rubbed her one spike heel against Armstrong's ankle, making slow, lazy circles on his ankle as Armstrong began to shiver, his fever overwhelming him as Pepper gradually opened her thighs wide apart and let one hand fall lazily, letting her fingers linger tantalizingly over her voluptuous mound....