Dawn's Diary

My name is Donald. I am a single businessman in a small northern California town where I am well known. I am 30 years old and six feet tall. My hair is sandy blonde. I am fairly slight of build and thought of myself as the 90-pound weakling shown in bodybuilding ads when I was younger. However, I am an avid runner and bicyclist and keep myself in good shape.

By day, I dress in a suit and tie, but often when I get home in the evening I change into sexy lingerie. I first slip on thong panties and a bra with fake breasts that fill size B cups. Then I pull on a short slip or a mini-skirt and sheer blouse, depending on my mood. The smooth, silky feeling of women's lingerie against my skin is a wonderful feeling.

Except for my arms that others can see when I am at work, I keep my body cleanly shaven to enhance my femininity and the feel of the lingerie against my skin. Many bicyclists shave their legs to improve their aerodynamics and for faster healing of road rash. My bicycling serves as a perfect "excuse" for my shaved legs.

I frequently travel to the San Francisco area on business. When I am on those trips, I go back to my hotel room at the end of the day and slip on lingerie under my business clothes before going out for dinner and a few drinks. The lingerie and the bulges of my fake breasts are barely visible under my clothing and thrill of wondering if they can be detected by the strangers who I encounter is a real turn-on.

A few days ago, after a long day's work in the bay area, I had slipped on sexy pink lingerie consisting of a lace thong, demi bra, and pretty lace camisole under my suit before going out to dinner. As I ate dinner, I kept an eye on the young attractive waitress who served me to see if she seemed to notice the slight bulge of my breasts against the inside of my jacket or the faint coloring of my lingerie through my shirt. She gave no indication that she saw what I was wearing which suggested to me that it was not noticeable as I had feared, or perhaps hoped.