Transvestite’s first experience

I don’t know where those thoughts come from but I was starting to get them more and more often. I so wished a guy to take me. But for sure I wanted to be wearing stocking, lacy bra, a short silk rob and may be a wig… I was also so much into painting my nails and putting a lipstick on my lips… and then I would be ready for him.

I got caught. He came in when I was dressed and had make up and all that. I screamed from the shock. Just imagine a man came in when I was dressed like a woman. He turned me around and started kissing my neck, my ears. I tried to escape his arms as much as I could but he squeezed me too tight. His hands went down on my bum; he caressed it and went further down.

It got hard for me to breath from emotions. But my guest seemed to stay as decisive as he was. He was trying to kiss my lips. His hands were all over my legs and I liked it a lot. I kept on resisting through inertia. He was whispering sweet words and called me “tender girl” and “my wonder” – that was the moment for me to give up completely. I slowly answered his kisses. There I was wearing fabulous female clothing enjoying a handsome man kissing me and touching my body so tenderly. He was such a good kisser.

I understood that it won’t end just like that. There was gonna be a little more than just kissing. I knew he was gonna want me to be his “girl” completely. He took me by my hand to the bed. I sat down and crossed my legs but my short rob wasn’t covering the line of my bare skin above the stockings. So they say, men get turned on by the contrast of the body and the stocking. And this is exactly where my guy had his eyes. And that moment I pulled up rob just a bit. So coquettish it had the right effect. He rushed to take off his clothes. His jersey, his jeans and than… (He looked into my eyes) and his boxers went down.

It was clear I wanted it so much. It would be stupid to talk about it. There was no need for words.