I had had a few bi encounters with other cross dressing guys, usually only wanking and sucking. Following an online chat with a local bi guy I had previously sucked off ( hmmmm if you are reading this, you had really delicious come xxxxxxxx ) I went to Shotton in Wales to seek out any potential contacts. I won't meet in public but use public loos to gather any phone numbers. My heart always beats faster in the toilets, I guess it's a combination of the smell of piss and spunk, the risk of being caught and the chance of an encounter. I scribbled down a number and went home. I did my afternoon shift in the factory I worked as an engineer in Port Sunlight and got home about 10.45. After having a quick shower a put on my black stockings,suspender belt, red high heeled shoes,black lacy bra and tiny short nighty. I had had a couple of glasses of wine when I texted "hi" to the number. As usual I got a "who is this text" in reply. I texted "sorry wrong number". As usual in these cases, if the guy has left his number out, he expects this type of contact. Sure enough we were soon texting and to cut a long story short he wanted to come around asap. 40 mins later he arrived and as it was dark I let him into my front door, usually reserving the large gates, drive and side gate for summer visitors at my house. I suggested I leave him to dress. He called me into my front room and I was pleased to see him wearing a gold coloured dress, stockings and heels. We got down on the settee and started touching each other up. I wasn't long before we were both rock hard and he insisted I fuck him. He put a condom on me and turned around, I was surprised at how easy it was to enter him, my cock slipped in but then it felt tight, much tighter than any pussy I had fucked. It was a nice feeling and his tightness was the same as I pulled in and out of his male pussy hole. As I fucked him I started wanking him hard and moved together backwards and forwards over the arm of the settee. I didn't take long for me to come and I filled my condom with my spunk which when I pulled off I always like to dip my fingers in and have a taste. He turned and sat on the sofa open legged. I knelt before him like a slut and wanked and sucked him until he too started spunking. He left soon afterwards and we never saw each other again. My partner saw the come on the settee when she next visited and smiled at me calling me a dirty cunt...if only she knew. See my other stories in the gay section too.xx