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After a second drink, I had to go to the bathroom. I ordered another, looked at the girl next to me and her friend with whom we had been talking, nodded to the bartender. Shelly, the girl next to me, smiled and giggled, “Thank you!”
“Save my seat?” I asked and she laughed out loud. I took that for a yes.
Shelly and Martine worked in accounting. All the young people gathered at this place after work. My friend Robby and I were chatting them up. Robby, of course, was the only one that knew I loved crossdressing and feminine clothing. He’d asked me to wear something sexy underneath at work today. As he’d kept my secret so far, I told him I would but wondered if I had a choice.
Standing where men do in the loo, Robby said, “Martine wants to date you. Shelly told me. Are you going to ask her out?”
“Of course – she’s really hot. What about Shelly? Do you have plans?”
“I’m going for the trifecta tonight. I’m taking Shelly to their place after and fucking her brains out. When I’ve reduced her to a quivering mass of jelly, I’ll kiss her goodnight and then meet you and Martine at your apartment. How do you think she’ll react when she finds your frillies?”
“I hope to find out,” I said nervously. “If we’re going to date, that part of me will be in the relationship. I hope she’s discreet.”
“Shelly said Martine really, really likes you. I didn’t say anything. Just be yourself and talk about it once she sees you.”
So Martine agreed to run by my apartment on the way to her place. I decided to tell her in the car.
“I’m a crossdresser,” I said, like I was telling her I was a Protestant. “I like to wear girly clothing when I get a chance.”
She stared at me and it took a bit as I was driving for me to realize she was afraid.
“Are you -” she began.
“No, not gay. I enjoy the company of ladies too much to start trying out the men. I believe you’ll find me quite normal, whatever that is.”
“Do you ever go out as, errrrr, her?”
“I have done, on a business trip when I thought no one I knew would find out. I walked down to the bar in a dress, stockings, and heels. It was supposed to be a ‘safe’ place for girls like her according to my research. It’s why I picked that hotel. So what do I find at the bar but Robby!”
She laughed and smiled at me so broadly. “What did he do? You’re obviously still friends. Wait! Why was he there?”
“Same thing, I mean, work. It turned out that the place was approved for the firm and everything else was booked because of some large convention. I didn’t know since I hadn’t tried anywhere else. Anyway, he identified me right away and looked me up and down and said, “What’s your name, love?”
This was killing her. She was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe, thinking about it.
“What did you say?”
“‘Allie,’ I told him, and offered my lily-white hand, my nails filed and polished to perfection in a pretty chartreuse that mardin escort would be a little flashy at work but attention-getting after for drinks. Robby took my hand and smoothly kissed the back in a gallant gesture and asked if I wanted to get a table so we could talk.”
“Okay,” she giggled. I loved her giggle. It was turning me on. “So did he chat you up? Talk you into a rendezvous so he could kiss you?”
“He did his best. It took a bit before I realized he was being very nice to me, I mean, to Allie. He was respecting her in the nicest way, trying to seduce her. Once I understood I leaned over and kissed his cheek.”
“Awww, what a sweet story! Now I like him even more. What did you tell him? I mean, he might have really wanted to, you know -“
“After the kiss, I whispered in his ear, ‘You are the sweetest man, Robby K_____, and Allie will always love you for tonight. You make me wish I did guys cause I could easily fall in love with you. I mean, if that was the kind of thing I did.’ He seemed proud of himself. He stayed with me to protect me from any unwanted attention, even walked me to my room at the end of the evening.”
“Awww, you two are the sweetest. So you stayed friends after?”
“Ever since. He’s asked me out as Allie, I mean, ‘just for fun’ but I’ve resisted. We go out as two guys and usually meet some ladies.”
She arched her brow at that. “Are you blowing wind up my skirt?” She mocked being offended but we both knew she was kidding.
“You are very special, Martine. I hope we might –“
She laughed to break the tension. “Just shut up, I’m too drunk to do anything but this.” She reached over and began rubbing my crotch as I drove. I stiffened and she began concentrating on that part of me. She tickled my ear with her other hand. “Any surprises down there for me?”
“I might be wearing – errrr- something pretty?”
“Ooooh,” she cooed lasciviously. “I hear crossdressers are very, very good at ‘kissing’.” She said it so that I’d know she wanted my lips on her. As we’d already kissed on the lips, obviously – – –
She leaned over and nibbled my earlobe a bit. “You can fuck me another time. Tonight I’m all turned on wanting to meet ‘Allie’. Has she ever?”
Nervously I confessed Allie was guilty of only solitary self-love thus far. She stroked my cock more firmly.
“You’re getting harder thinking about a dominant woman fucking you, aren’t you? When we get to your place, I want a glass of wine in the most comfortable seat in the living room. Then, you’re going to go get ready for me. I want your finest efforts so I expect you to shower and shave and wear some fresh pretties under a gorgeous robe. Fix your face and make sure those lips are ‘kissable’.”
“Are you always so -” I asked, gazed over at her.
“Please me and you’ll find out,” Martine teased me.
I parked the car and got out to open her door but she was already out. Setting marmaris escort the mood, I guess.
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Allie could change in 45 minutes even from full-on boy mode. I was smooth, soft, and smelled of the complex array of products that defined womanhood for a ‘girl like me’. My hair was re-arranged but I forewent any extensions or wig. Martine made me want to be myself. Fortunately my normal hair was carefully designed so as to comb one way for boy, and the other provided options for Allie.
‘Allie’ – ‘Ally’ provided me with two female personas. Allie is a true sissy girl, all feminine and dedicated to the pink side of womanhood. She dresses in a classic style and is more likely to wear pearls and French scent. Ally is more of a tomboy. She wears jeans and tee shirts and requires more effort to get to her femininity. Her lovers, all imaginary, enjoy the resistance followed by an abrupt submission to their desires, however.
Martine wanted to meet Allie so I did my best to present as ‘all girl’. Lace and delicate gold chains around my neck and one wrist, bangles on the other, my nails bright red. I left off the hosiery but slipped on some sexy mules that showed my toes. I walked into the Living and Martine rose and embraced me. Our kiss was long and intimate, two women exploring one another. Her hands moved over my body testing my shape and finding all the curves. She stroked my clitty, teasing, then bit my earlobe again and whispered, “Go down on me.”
She held her skirt and half-slip up and I pulled her panties down to reveal her furry pussy. She smelled like a workday had gone by but otherwise all musky woman. I set my lips to kissing all about, drawing in her scent, stroking her thighs with my hands. She spread to let me in and I licked from her bottom to her clitoris, languorously, and I rose.
I kissed her sweet lips, still tasting of the wine I’d given her, and took her hand and asked, “Fuck me in my bed?” I smiled flirtatiously and she laughed and lead me back.
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Women make love to one another differently than men make love to women. Based on my one experience, anyway. I tried to pay attention to remember what she liked but Martine was too good a seducer. She slithered over me, kissing and licking and touching and caressing and teasing and pinching and suckling and, well, it was all quite captivating. I fell away from the world and submerged in the sensations she provided. There was no urgency, no hurry. If I cooed just right she might continue a given touch longer, if I panted or sighed she cruelly changed her focus.
Mostly she stayed away from my clit, kissing all around, licking, teasing me, spending more time fingering my pussy. She found the bottle of lubricant in the bedside drawer,arched her eyebrows at the toys there but left them for nevşehir escort now. She put a little slip-n-slide on her palm and went for the kill.
At first I protested, “No, wait, I -” but she giggled and pushed me down on the bed. A combination of the slithery relentless stroking and the impertinent fingers tickling my bottom opening soon had me crying out in exquisite release. Once I’d come, she knelt beside my prostrate body and cooed sweet loving words to me about how pretty and desirable I was to her. She enumerated my components and shape in feminine tones, letting me know how lovely and beautiful she found me.
Finally she mounted me, placed her bushy puss against my lips and ground herself into me. It was an ultimate submissive moment for Allie, her head and mouth commandeered in obvious command to a superior. I began caressing her, her liquid response flowing freely over my face. I moved my palms over her back and around to her breasts and back. She came on top of me, her orgasm full and endless, it seemed, wetting me thoroughly.
She lifted away from me but it was only to turn around. “Lacey wants her bottom loved,” she said, throatily. Her first orgasm had only stimulated her more! I began a meticulous exploration with my tongue of her anus, the musky taste enchanting me. I learned later she called herself ‘Lacey’ when she was aroused (“You’re not the only one with multiple personality,” she laughed). Lacey began stroking my clittie, teasing me back to an erection. I reached under and began rubbing my lover’s clitoris in response. She matched my rhythm – if I wanted more, I had to give more.
I felt so complete, so sated when she came again over me, her anus pulsing around my tongue. Martine immediately moved down and slid her pussy over my erection. She fucked over me in reverse cowgirl position, loving the sensation of my cock inside her. I exploded finally, crying out in full boy grunts of pleasure.
“You sound like a bull,” she laughed. “Sorry, Martine came back and wanted some cock. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
I acknowledged the intrusion was welcome and she settled against me for some sweet cuddling. I felt as happy as I’d ever been. Our kisses became those of the truly affectionate and I wondered if – – –
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There was a knock on door.
“Oh, no, I forgot. Robby was going to come by.”
“Does that mean he’s finally finished fucking Shelly?”
I laughed. “Yes, and now he’s here to fuck you and me both.”
She stared at me and finally understood that was the kind of joke young men tell one another.
She giggled. “Why doesn’t Ally answer the door, then?”
I got up and looked at the mess on my face. A bit of cold cream and a tissue or two later and I was at least bare with a few ragged edges. I brushed my hair and re-set a hair clip and Martine frowned so I put on some lipstick and smiled at her.
“Hurry!” she said.
I ran to the door in my robe and mules and opened it.
Robby, frowning. Shelly! What the hell?
Oh, and a cop.
That attractive but severe looking lady was Sergeant Brinson.
“We need to come in,” she said.