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[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie

Part 3 -

"This girl is fucking amazing" I thought.
I felt her long fingers wrap around my cock as her free hand pushed my pants to the floor, stepping me out of them. She teased my tip with a finger, rubbing the drops of pre-cum all around, softly, gently. The sensations were intense, making me gasp.
Paula looked up and smiled. "You're wetter than I am" she teased, and began stroking my balls with her other hand. Soon, she touched my cock head to her face and then started rubbing her face with my throbbing dick. He tongue darted at it, serpentine like, as she brushed the shaft passed her lips. I was quivering now.
"You want me to suck you baby?" she asked.
"Oh yes...yes, I do. Please suck my cock. Paula. Please."
I felt her breath on my dick, then the heat of her soft and slick tongue. I looked down and watched her trace the shape of my head with her lips and tongue, taking sweet licks and planting soft kisses over the entire tip of my engorged organ. My cock was visibly throbbing, the head now varying shades of pink and purple. My knees were week; my legs starting to shake.
"Please suck my cock Paula...oh god, please suck my cock."
I felt her lips wrap around my girth, and her hot mouth engulfed me, drawing me in.
"Ahhh yes, oh yes...so good."
He red fingernails gently scratched my balls as her tongue massaged my shaft, sucking me deeper and deeper. "So fucking good..." I whispered.
It was heaven.
She slid her mouth back to the tip and expelled me. Strings of her spit clung to my dick and her chin.
"You're a thick boy" she said, smiling. "And you taste so good."
She drew me back into her mouth sucking more, and cupping my balls gently, her other hand playing at her breasts, twisting, pinching and pulling on one succulent brown nipple then the other.
"Swallow my cock babe" I said in a hoarse whisper. "Oh that's so fucking good Paula....damn you do that so good. So good"
I looked down at her again. She cast her blue eyes up and stared while her head bobbed back and forth over my cock. Her tongue had a mind of it's own. I could feel it.
I whispered down to her "I want to taste you babe. I want to eat your pussy."
She pulled away from my cock and stood up, kissing me, her swollen salty tongue filling my mouth.
Paula stepped back and making sure I was watching her, pushed her hand into her skirt and closing her eyes, drew in a sharp breath.
Her blue eyes were piercing sapphire jewels when she opened them again and she swayed, drunk with passion. "I'm so ready for you baby" she purred. "I'm so sticky and dripping."
I reached for her, but she gently pushed my hand aside.
"Not yet baby. Be patient."
She unlocked the door and opened it.
Grabbing me by the cock, she pulled me forward and out into the hallway.
"Paula!" I rasped. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"It's alright" she said. No one's on the floor. They're all upstairs."
She turned to me and pressed her hot tits onto my face.
"We're gonna play on the floor, under all those panties you love so much!"
I almost creamed right there. "Oh my god...are you sure."
Paula laughed. "You're never gonna forget it."
We left the hallway and were now on the sales floor of the lingerie department. Most of the lights were off; only a few around the cash registers and window displays were illuminated. I had left my jeans in the dressing and my shirt was there too, along with Paula's. I was naked in the lingerie department of a large department store in the freakin' largest mall in the whole goddamned city with a topless sales girl that worked there!
Holy fuck!
Paula led me back to the rack I had pulled over. She removed up the 'Love me Tender' panties from their hanger and held them across her tits.
"Why these are just my size" she cooed and turning around, released the button on her skirt. I watched as it fell in a puddle around her feet on the floor. The pantyhose she wore were completely sheer and in the dim lights, I could see her ass was flawless, with a thin tan line left by a thong bikini bottom.
God this woman was the fucking sexiest thing I'd ever seen!
She pulled the panties on over her pantyhose and turned around to face me.
She was hot. Outlined by the display window lights, her form was soft and curvy. Womanly. Feminine.
"Ta-da" she chorused, striking the classic 'Vogue' pose.
"You are gorgeous" I said and moved towards her, pulling her close. I cupped and squeezed her soft tits in each hand as I felt her stroking my cock once again. The dim light made her tan lines even more pronounced. I kissed and licked her nipples, sucking each one in deeply, loving their hot stiffness on my tongue.
I reached for her crotch and she pulled back slightly.
She pulled me down to the floor and we lay there kissing and caressing. Each time I approached her pussy though, she stopped me, or rolled away slightly. I was getting frustrated.
"Paula....what's wrong?"
She was quiet for a moment.
"Is it your period? Because if it is, that's..."
She softly put a finger over my lips. She pulled me to her and kissed me sweetly, softly.
"It's my clit" she finally said. "It's different than most girls. Very different."
I thought for a second. Different? What the hell could she mean?
"Different? How?" I lay on my back.
She smiled and propped on one elbow, and began tracing around my left nipple with her fingers.
"Just different. I wanted you to know before we went any further."
She was kissing my neck again, nuzzling her lips along my earlobe, her soft hair caressing my chest and shoulders.
"Does it work? Can you cum" I asked.
She laughed. "Oh yes. It works. I think you'll be amazed. It's completely functional, I promise." She laughed again. She moaned softly as I began to kiss her neck and shoulders, teasing her ear with my tongue.
"I want to taste you" I whispered, "please. Please let me taste you"
I moved down her chest, taking little licks and bites at her rubbery nipples, thick and engorged with our shared excitement.
"Please"
She sighed and opened her legs.
I slid my hands down her belly, my kisses following, and as I reached the waistband of her pantyhose, I slipped one, then two fingertips inside.
Paula's back arched slightly, and I pushed my hand in further, her skin smooth and silky, and burning hot.
Then I felt it.

[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie

Part 4 -

Her soft smooth skin thickened and hardened at my touch.
Her clit?
Fuck me.
This was a cock!
I jerked my hand back in surprise.
"What the fuck? Fuck!"
Paula tensed and looked at me, her eyes wide.
I stared at her in shock; disbelief.
"You're a guy?! What the hell?!"
Paula looked distress. "I was trying to tell you. I have a cock. But I'm a woman. I'm no man. I'm a fully transgendered person. I've been living completely as a female for nearly five years. I started hormone therapy this year."
She said it again, emphatically. "Greg, I'm a woman. Yes, I was born Paul, but inside I'm Paula. Outside too. Completely. I always have been. All my life."
I was confused, flooded with emotion. I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't angry.
What I was, was goddamned surprised.
"Jesus Christ Paula, you never said 'cock' or 'dick' or...or...'penis.' Shit! You said
'clit.' "
I put my head in my hands. "Clit usually means pussy. Usually clit means wet pussy."
I looked back to her. Tears were welling in her eyes. I suddenly felt guilty for my outburst, for saying things that hurt and scared this wonderful...person...this wonderful woman.
"God Greg, don't be mad. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Jesus Christ." She turned to stand.
I clasped her hand and pulled, then gently pushed her down to the floor and lay beside her. The carpet was rough against our flushed bodies. I kissed her. I held her. I wiped a tear from her eye.
"Paula, I was surprised...I just wasn't expecting...wasn't expecting..." I said. "Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not angry. The truth is...I'm very attracted to you. Really, I am."
My own words surprised me. Aside from circle jerks as a twelve or thirteen year old, I'd never been sexual with anyone that had a penis. I'd never touched a penis, aside from my own. Never.
I wasn't afraid of cocks. I wasn't timid about cocks. I liked watching the guys in porn movies shoot their loads; I even liked looking at their cocks, watching them stroke. And yes, I always checked out the other packages in the locker room. Fuck, every guy does it; I don't care what they say.
But I'd never 'wanted' one though. Not ever. Not once.
Yet here I was, undeniably, even uncontrollably sexually attracted to someone with a penis. A cock and balls. A dick and the jewels. Like mine.
I took her hand down to my still hard shaft. "See?"
Paula looked into my eyes, searching, and began to stroke me softly. She nuzzled my neck. "Are you sure?" she asked timidly.
We kissed deeply again; our tongues wrestling and probing once more. My God, I loved kissing this woman.
I traced one hand over her breasts and down to her belly, and continued down further until I cupped the soft warm bulge between her legs. I rolled to be on top of her, and lifting her gently, pulled the neon pink "Love me Tender" panties from her pantyhosed crotch down to her knees, then down and all the way off.
"I'm sure."
In the dim light, I could see her beautiful shecock and balls nestled in the sheer pantyhose, a moist spot of pre-cum near her cockhead. As I stroked her softly through the hose, I could feel her cock growing and swelling; I could feel the heat rising within her once again. Touching a woman this way was such a rush, such a thrill.
Now, I really wanted to taste her.
I slid down further until my mouth rested over her pantyhose encased cock and as I kissed and licked her shedick, I stroked her and squeezed her with one hand. She was shaved smooth, even her precious jewels, and I eagerly licked and kissed them through the nylon.
Her smell was so sweet and sexy. Her musk filled my senses and I inhaled it deeply.
She arched her back slightly and I slid the pantyhose slowly over her perfect ass, until the head of her cock peeked above the waist band. I stopped there and went to her sweet cock, teasing it with gentle kisses and licks.
"Ahhh...." Paula moaned as she writhed on the floor.
"I want to be in your mouth" she rasped, "please take me in your mouth."
It was then that I could fully feel and see the length of her member. I'm short, maybe six inches when rock hard, but thick. I can rest a silver dollar comfortably on my shaft when I'm standing proud. Paula said it herself: I'm a thick boy. But this girl was big; easily 7, maybe 8 inches, and with a sharply pointed and circumcised head. In the dim light, to my somewhat unaccustomed eye, she looked monstrous. And she looked delicious.
I couldn't wait to taste her and swallow her.
I pulled her pantyhose down with so much force that I heard the fabric start to tear. Paula cried out softly and winced. I didn't care. I pushed the hose to her knees and kissed along her thighs, stroking her long and hard cock as I went.
My mouth found her balls, and I licked them greedily; long, wet licks and kisses all over her smooth skin purse. I loved to feel them move under the press of my tongue. Paula pushed her cock down onto my face and wiped it across my face, leaving little globs of sweet, clear pre-cum as she went. Her cock was hot and sticky, the head red and pulsing. Finally, I sucked her fully into my mouth.
"Ohhhh yesss...oh God you have a hot mouth. Oh that feels so good... so good."
I loved how her cock filled my head; how she quivered as I traced the ridges of her pointed tip with my tongue. I sucked and slurped her for all I was worth. I took her in as far as I could, until my chin was touching her balls, then back up to her tip again. I tasted the slight saltiness of her pre-cum and was amazed at how soft her cock skin was.
"Ahhh....god...." she screamed.
I was in heaven. I was sucking Paula's cock and I loved it. I loved it dearly. I never wanted to stop.
She began to pump her cock inside my mouth; began to fuck my face; fuck my head.
"Oh yes...." she purred. "Do you like tasting me? Do you like my clit baby?"
I released her from my mouth and licked her shaft from top to balls, and as I licked and slurped her silky soft ball sack I managed to say "yes. I love your clit. It's the most beautiful clit I've ever seen."
She sat up, bringing me with her, and then pushed me backwards onto the floor. She stood over me, her cock swaying and pulled off her pantyhose. She dropped onto my torso in a squat and kissed me hard, our tongues writing against each other in a maddening frenzy. She pulled away and presented her cock to my mouth, her hips thrusting and pushing her way in.
Fucking my face. Again.
I met her cock with my hungry tongue, greedily sucking and licking her burning hard member. She spat in her hand and reached behind her, her slippery wet fingers finding my dick and stroking, her fingers caressing my balls with each downward motion.
She turned, and dropped onto me, with her ass at my face and her cock resting on my chest. Sixty-nine.
I felt her mouth draw me in and I almost screamed. Paula knew how to suck cock.
She probed my balls with her fingers, and then her tongue.
"Oh yes, lick my balls baby" I pleaded. "Oh fuck yes...."
I gazed at her beautiful bottom, perched right in front of my face, her sweet balls and cock hot and wet on my chest. I licked her sweet sack and felt her quake; I licked up her root, along the root length of her shedick, to her brown and puckered, musky rosebud.

[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie

Part 5 -

I teased her ass with my tongue and I her heard her yelp.
“Oh, I love that” she cooed. “I absolutely love that…mmmm.”
I gasped as she slipped a finger into my ass, her tongue still bathing my balls. I probed her more deeply, her musk invading all of my senses.
Paula had two fingers in my ass now, and as I soaked her hole with my spit, I slipped one into her. She convulsed and gasped with pleasure. Goddamn, her ass was hot and tight.
“Ohhh god yes baby….” she gasped as she sucked in her breath. Paula turned her head towards mine
“I want that thick cock in me…fuck me baby” she said. “Put your cock in me.” She sucked me in one last time, her tongue lashing my cock as if punishing it.
And then she let my cock fall from her mouth.
Climbing off of me, she reached for her purse, removing a small bottle filled with a thick clear gel; lube. She squeezed the lube over my cock and stroked it, dispersing the slick fluid, and at the same time, spread some of the lube from my cock over her ass with her other hand.
Her blues eyes burned into mine.
We stood up and embraced, cock to cock, and kissed, tongues probing each others mouths as if searching for nourishment. She reached for my cock and I went for hers. We both pushed our dicks together and stroked and kissed, her dick slipping against my now very slippery and hard cock. She turned and dropped to the floor on her knees, her hips raised and her ass high in the air. Her cheeks were spread beautifully.
An offering.
“Fuck me” she said.
I pressed my cock head to her burning hole and gently pushed, feeling her tightness, until she gradually began to open up. She groaned softly. I watched as my dick slipped into her velvet interior; watched as her hole tightened around my dickhead, squeezing it.
God this was tight!
“Ahhh….ohhhh….ohhh yes…” she groaned, loudly now. “Oh that’s so good…damn you’ve got a fat cock!”
I pushed harder, going deeper. She cried out.
“Fuck that’s so good….”
“Oh yeah” I panted. “It’s so fucking good….you are so fucking hot baby…”
God her ass was hot…so fucking hot….
I drove into her, slowly at first, but now faster, building rhythm and tempo.
Paula was moaning uncontrollably.
My dick popped from her ass with a sucking sound. I turned her over onto her back and pushed her legs behind her head. Her gaping ass yawned open, begging for my cock. I slipped into her again and she squeezed me hard.
“Ahhh…” she moaned.
“Oh yes…damn girl…” I began to thrust in and out, not slowly at all, but with burning speed, her ass gripping my cock with unbelievable tightness.
Paula stroked her cock, her blue eyes ablaze, drunk with sex.
“You like fucking me baby?” she asked.
“Fuck yes…god yes, I like fucking you. Damn!”
Paula gasped and moved her hand over her cock in harder, faster strokes.
She groaned loudly. “I’m gonna cum…you’re gonna make me cum…oh…god yes!”
I felt her ass grip around my cock like a vice as I watched a thick column of white heat spew from her pointy long dick. It sprayed right between her tits, some falling onto one nipple. I promptly leaned down and licked it, lapping up the hot salty goodness.
It was indescribable. I licked her cum from her tits. It was so sweet and salty, even tangy; so yummy!
I pushed my mouth on hers and she eagerly lapped at my tongue, sharing the taste of her cum along with me.
Now it was my turn; I was cumming. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Paula saw the electric shocks of pleasure tracing across my face. She knew what to do.
“Cum in my mouth” she begged. “Shoot your cum in my mouth!”
I pulled my cock from her ass and she rose to meet it, grabbing it and stroking. Two strokes from her sweet hand and I blew.
“Ohhh fuck yes” I cried out, my hot white cream streaming into her waiting mouth and onto her face. She took it all in, slurping cum as it oozed from my cockhead until there was no more, my balls shriveled tight against my body.
Paula sat back and opened her mouth, showing me my cum, white against her burning pink tongue. Closing her mouth, she swallowed it all in one gulp and opened her mouth again, laughing. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, wanting to taste my own spice from her sweet mouth. We fell to the floor in a warm embrace.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor and echoes of voices.
I tensed.
“Holy shit” I whispered.
Paula pulled me close.
“Shhh. They’re only walking by. They’ll go out another door. We’re alright, but we need to leave in a few minutes. The alarms will be armed soon and there are motion sensors.”
I look at her, eyes wide, then laughed.
She laughed too. We lay there quietly for a few more minutes, among the rows of silky, satiny panties, kissing, our cocks touching.
It was beautiful.
Soon though, it was over. We had to leave. Paula gathered her clothes along with the Love me Tender panties. She held them over her naked crotch.
“For next time” she said, smiling sexily.” I looked at her, curious.
“Next time?” I said.
She looked tense; even a bit stern.
“There will be a next time….right Greg?”
I smiled. “You know there will be. Maybe in a couple of hours. If I’m lucky.”
She laughed and tossed the panties to me.

“C’mon, we better go.” I watched her lovely, naked ass shake and sway as she walked in front of me.
“Ladies first” I thought and smiled. God, what a fucking night!
As we dressed in the dressing room, she turned to me, her lips brushing my cheek.
“So what did you buy for your god daughter?” she asked.

[citoyen]

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[GroobyKrissy]

My First Time Dressing
By: Krissy4u

Please do not reproduce without permission. Thanks!


My first time didn't actually start out as a 'solo' experimentation as it seems like so many other girls' first times. It didn't start out as raiding the laundry basket of a mother, sister, neighbor, or girl down the street; finding a pair of pantyhose in some trash container; or even reading about crossdressing in some stashed away porn magazine. In fact... my first time was actually like something out of a fantasy story somewhere... you know, those stories you read where boy meets man... man likes boy... man wants boy to be more like girl... man changes boy into girl :-) OK OK... let me explain...

It was the summer of my 18th birthday (actually, I was a 'just a little' bit younger than that but...for the sake of being legal). It was a hot summer day in Monterey Bay, California where I grew up and my parents had put together a little beach party to celebrate the beginning of summer. They had invited a bunch of friends and family and the turnout was expected to be pretty large. Normally speaking, as an awkward growing teenage boy, I wouldn't really be interested in going to these parties of my parents as they almost always dragged on and on and on and on... Plus, being from a rather large family, it was really easy for me to get lost in the crowd and forgotten about...so, I usually just skipped out. However; the weather really was quite nice and a refreshing day at the beach sounded like a great idea... so, I decided to go. Now, I'm so glad I did!

Stillwater Cove is a small, private beach in Monterey right besides a little yacht club of which my parents were members. I've always thought the club was one of the best, and possibly, only perks of having wealthy parents. It was a fun place to walk around and I knew a lot of the staff members by name and they enjoyed (I think!) having me around. I especially enjoyed the company of Rick... one of the many staff members who's only job, as closely as I could ever figure out, seemed to be walking around and talking to people. What a job! Anyway, Rick and I had developed a good friendship and especially since he and my father were very good friends outside the club.

Rick was probably in his mid-40's and it seemed like he was always talking up some beautiful woman in the club... bringing them drinks, towels, and I suppose anything else they desired. The nice thing was that however busy Rick seemed to be, he always had time to take a break and show me the newest boat, take me to the kitchen to taste the newest dish the chef had prepared or, just sit and talk about absolutely nothing. So, on this particular day, while my parents' guests were arriving, I told my Mother I was going inside the club. She waved good-bye and with a kiss on the cheek, I was soon wandering around hoping to run into Rick somewhere.

Lucky for me, he spotted me a few minutes later and waved me over to where he was holding some binoculars by one of the big windows overlooking the bay. 'Come here,' he said. 'There's a bunch of sea otters playing around in the water!' Now, growing up in Monterey, it's not like I had never seen a sea otter before...but, one just doesn't get tired of seeing the little guys splashing around like they didn't have a care in the world... so, I rushed over. He handed the binoculars to me and sure enough...not far off the beach there were about five sea otters playing in the waves. "Cute, huh?" he asked. "Definitely," I agreed. I watched them play for a couple minutes before handing the binoculars back to him. "Hey! You want some cake? There was a party here last night and there's lots of cake left over in the kitchen. Let's go get a slice!" I, never one for turning down free cake followed him to the kitchen.

Once we got to the kitchen, Rick went to the big three door refrigerator and brought out two slabs of chocolate cake. He handed one to me along with a napkin and fork. I took a generous bite and was amazed at how chocolately it was... yummy! But...needed... "Want some milk?" It was as if he was reading my mind. Rick got some milk from the fridge and we made our way to an unoccupied table in the dining area. I was about half way through my piece when I accidentally knocked over my glass of milk. It began running off the table an onto my lap. I jumped up and began using my napkin to help stop the flood. Rick came over and began to help with his napkin. "Don't worry about it," he said. Well, we got the milk under control and then I looked down at my lap. The milk had caused the khaki to turn a deep (and embarrassing) brown. "Need to change?" Rick asked. "Ummm...yeah, I probably should," I replied. "Ok... follow me."

I followed Rick down a maze of hallways until we came to a door with the words 'Guest Room' stenciled on the door. Rick took some keys out of his pocket and opened the door. Once inside Rick pointed me towards the bathroom. "I'll go and round up a change of clothes for you," he said. "There's a TV in the back room if you want to watch something in the meantime. I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to lock the door so no one will bother you." I couldn't help but think that Rick was a very nice guy to do all this for me...

Once Rick was gone, I wandered into the back room, which was actually a bedroom, and turned the TV on. There wasn't really anything on but I just settled on watching some sitcom. About ten minutes later, I heard the door open and Rick stepped through with a bundle of clothes in his hand. "I ran into your parents while I was outside and your Mom gave me these clothes for you to change into," Rick said, handing me a small bundle of clothes. "I'm going to change too since I'll be off in about fifteen minutes. Do you want the bathroom or the bedroom?" Rick asked. "It doesn't matter," I replied. "Ok, why don't you just change here," Rick replied as he headed off to the adjoining bathroom to change.

He must have been a really fast changer because when I was just about to pull up the clean pair of pants, he came out of the bathroom dressed in faded jeans and a t-shirt. The next thought that came to my mind was, at the time, shocking... "He's really good looking." "Need some help?" Rick asked laughing. I suddenly realized I was standing there in my underwear without a shirt on and holding a pair of pants. "Ummm...no!" I replied quickly, pulling the pants on with two quick jerks. "Do you play any sports?" I remember thinking that was an odd question to ask given the circumstances. "I play a little soccer," I replied, "Why?" "Oh, just wondering...you have a nice slim figure."

The next few thoughts that raced through my mind were a whirl of confusion. Here was this very attractive man standing a few feet away from me telling me I had a good figure. What was I to think? to do? All I knew was that suddenly my cheeks were burning hot. I was completely at a loss...well, not completely. To my horror, the front of my pants were rapidly expanding. Now, I had masturbated before...jerking off to the 'missing' Victoria's Secret catalog from my sister's room...but, never had any thoughts about guys before. So, you can imagine the confusion and horror I found myself in that day. I wondered if Rick had noticed the growing bulge in front of my pants. "Ummm...you want to watch some TV?" the way that he asked that told me that he obviously had.

He stepped over to the bed and flopped down. "What's on?" he asked. "Ummm...I'm not sure...just a show." I replied clumsily as I sat down on the edge. There was complete silence except for the TV. After a few minutes, Rick spoke. "You know, it's ok." Even with no explanation, I knew exactly what he was talking about. "It's completely natural." I found myself wishing I could curl up and die. He sat up on the bed next to me. "Has that ever happened before?" To say I was at a loss of words would be the understatement of the century. The next question left me completely stunned. "Have you ever played with it?" I'm not sure if it was just pure shock that made me nod my head 'yes' or maybe some subconscious desire tucked away deep down...

"Have you ever let someone else play with it?" I nodded my head, "No." "Would you let me?" and with one simple nod of my head, my whole world changed. Rick slid closer to me and put his hand on my thigh. He began rubbing it slowly and I could feel with each rub, the heat on my thigh rising higher and higher. The bulge in my pants was now very pronounced, my teenage hormones rushing blood to the area, making my cock harder and harder. I must have been shaking because Rick put his arm around my shoulders and whispered, "It's ok... just relax." It's hard to describe the feeling that came over me as I felt that arm go around my shoulder and hold me tight. But, somehow, I knew he was right... it was ok. I made a conscious effort to relax and enjoy the waves of pleasure his ever creeping hand was giving me.

Soon Rick's hand was right on the inside of my thigh pressed against the 'V' of my legs. I felt his fingers push my legs apart and his hand slid right over my cock. I shuddered as pleasure rushed to my brain. He began rubbing my cock through my pants more and more vigorously and I let a small moan of pleasure escape my lips. Then, I felt his hand at the waistband of my pants...slipping inside and down to my bare privates. "Mmmm..." I heard him moan softly in my ear... "You're still smooth!" Yes, I was a late-bloomer. He slowly unzipped my pants and pushed me back on the bed so that he was sitting besides my now stretched out body. I don't remember exactly what thoughts were going through my head at that moment but I do remember wishing the feelings I was experiencing would last forever.

[GroobyKrissy]

Unfortunately, I was young and easily excitable at the time. It wasn't very much longer that I could feel the waves building to a peak and then come crashing down all around me. It was incredible...so much better than when it was just me and a magazine. I was breathing heavily when I felt a warm wetness on my stomach. Surprised, I looked down and saw Rick's head over my stomach... he was licking the cum off my body with short strokes of his tongue. He glanced up at me and smiled...I smiled back and let my head fall back to the bed. Rick continued until he was satisfied there was not one spot of cum left on me and then began kissing and licking my thighs and my now deflated cock. I continued to lay there, not quite knowing what to do.

After a few minutes, I felt a warm sensation that took my breath away. Rick had slipped my limp cock all the way into his mouth and was slowly sucking on it. I could actually feel myself getting harder and harder again by the second. Soon, his efforts were rewarded with a second load which he took completely in his mouth. Strangely, I remembef feeling so honored that he would go through all this effort just to make me feel this good.

As we both lay there panting, the thought of what had just occurred hit me like a ton of bricks, followed by a flood of tears. "Hey hey hey," Rick whispered, running his hands up my body to my face. "Don't cry... didn't you have a good time?" I think I managed to sniffle out a pathetic sounding, 'yes'. "Well, what's the problem then?" Silence...I just couldn't bring myself to say what I was feeling. "Well, if you want, we can keep this a secret... would that be ok?" I nodded. "Ok then, it's settled, I won't tell a soul." Somehow, that made me feel a whole bunch better. I felt Rick's hands caressing the side of my face, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen there and then, he leaned close and kissed my forehead. "Would you like to meet again?" he asked. An affirmative nod from me started a summer of meetings that found me exploring my blossoming sexuality...

It was easy to meet with Rick since the club was only a few miles away. I soon took to riding my bike to the club and Rick where we would invariably end up in the 'Guest Room' exploring each other's bodies. It was probably ten or so meetings down the wire when I called the club asking if Rick was there. When he got on the phone, I asked him if he'd like for me to come over in the afternoon. He said that he had a better idea, asking me if I knew where the ********** hotel was in Monterey. I told him I did and he gave me a room number and time to meet him there. I have to admit, I was VERY intrigued.

I showed up at the room at the specified time and knocked lightly. Rick opened the door and ushered me inside. It was a VERY nice room and on the bed I noticed several packages. "These are for you," Rick said, coming up behind me. "But, you have to open them in order." He handed me the first package. It was simply wrapped and very light. I opened it carefully, not quite knowing what to expect. It was definitely nothing I ever expected. Inside was a black garter belt with a very familiar logo on it, 'Victoria's Secret.' Also, was a black, lacy bra and matching panties, and a package of black, seamed stockings. My confusion was probably pretty obvious as Rick's voice quickly broke the silence, "I just think you would look adorable in these. You can try it once and then if you don't like it, you don't ever have to wear them again. But, would you do this for me, just this once?" I gave a nervous laugh and asked, "But, aren't these for girls?" He laughed, "Well, girls wear pants don't they?" Silly logic I know, but in my confused state of mind, it seemed to be enough of an answer. "Well, ok then."

He handed me a second package off the bed which I opened with even more curiosity. Inside this one was a very sexy black corset (which i still have to this day!). At the time, never having seen a corset before, much less worn one, I was actually wondering what it was and had to ask Rick to explain it to me. After he had finished explaining all the ins and outs of corsetry, he handed me the last package. This one felt a bit heavier and I knew what it was even before I opened it. "I guessed at your size so I hope they fit." Rick said. I think this last gift was what really hooked me into the whole crossdressing thing... a beautiful pair of black patent pumps. I slipped one on to see if it fit or not and it seemed to magically slide on... it looked so natural on my foot...definitely love at first sight. "Well, what do you think?" Rick asked. I think subconsciously I already knew I was hooked, but I gave a very political answer... "Well, I suppose it can't hurt to try it once." I headed to the bathroom with the gifts to try to figure out how everything went on.

In the bathroom, my heart pounding, I opened up the package of stockings. They felt so smooth against my hands that I couldn't wait to get them on my legs. I pulled them up, and in hindsight, it's a miracle I didn't put runs in them in my naivety! It took me some time to get the seams straight but eventually, I got them running vertically along the back of my leg. In the mirror I definitely liked the way the line accentuated every lean muscle of my lean calves and thighs. I ran my fingernails from my knee to the top of my thigh along the stocking and could feel myself getting harder and harder. I had to stop or else I was going to cum right then and there!