Billie is my girlfriend.
She wears a pretty dress,
Her makeup always perfect,
Her hair was never in a mess.

When we went out dancing,
I was an extremely happy chap,
Our bodies very close together,
I could feel the clasp of her bra strap.

I drove her home that evening,
Billie was my perfect Miss,
Round the corner from her flat,
We stopped to have a kiss.

She asked me in for coffee,
She said. “I’m on my own tonight,
I promise to behave myself,
I promise I won’t bite.”

Inside her flat, the coffee made,
She went to change into something less formal.
Trying to hide the swell in my jeans,
And act as if everything was normal.

returning to me looking absolutely gorgeous,
Wearing a very much shorter skirt,
She definitely had me turned on,
Was she just being a flirt.

The television on in the background,
Playing something about motorway cops,
My hand was on nylon clad knee,
Making its way to her stocking tops.

Please do not be cross with me,
You might be in for a shock,
If you are trying to get to my pussy,
It’s not there, you’ll only find my cock.

I’m not shocked, in fact I’m pleased,
But please don’t take this wrong,
I’m a lover of feminine lingerie,
I’m wearing a pink lacy thong.

Oh that sounds wonderful,
I wish I could see,
Mmmm I’d love too, so I can see you,
And you certainly can see me.

My belt was undone, my buttons
Released then she lowered my zip.
My jeans pulled off my waist,
And down over my hip.

There was my bulge waiting,
She wanted to caress,
I told her be careful,
Or I would make a mess.

In the bedroom she hung,
Her blouse on the door,
Her very short was
Pooled on the floor.

Her buttocks were bare,
Nothing at the back,
The front of her thong,
Was lacy and black,

Right into bed with you my love,
Where we can start to mate,
That desirable mound inside your thong
I really, urgently want to felate.

I took off my shirt as she lay on the bed,
Matching pink camisole was revealed,
Oh how pretty with spaghetti straps,
She excitedly lovingly squealed.

I kissed her lips, I kissed her boobs,
Tonight she was going to be mine.
She sighed and gasped as she quietly spoke,
I hope we can Sixty Nine.

Be patient my love enjoy this time,
My thong was threatening to burst,
In my world of making love,
The lady always cums first.

I kissed down her chest getting closer,
To her smooth flat tummy,
My lips were now licking her tip,
Her pre-cum tasted yummy.

Peeling her thong down her hips,
I exposed her mushroom head,
Oh gosh, oh my, that’s wonderful,
You’ll make cum, she said.

I engulfed her cock, into my mouth,
I wanted to swallow her cream,
I wanted her to orgasm into my mouth,
I wanted to make her scream.

Billie shuddered and pumped her cream,
my mouth she tried to fill,
I swallowed it down, well not quite all,
Until she had nothing left, zero, nought, nil.

Moving back up and locking our lips,
I shared what had but certainly not all,
That’s what I love she mumbled,
A gorgeous snowball.

Please lay on your back,
As I move around,
My pink thong was off and,
Soon on the ground.

Billie had talent,
in using her tongue,
She took me to new heights,
My bell had certainly been rung.

Her tongue, her lips,
She used her teeth.
What really tipped me over the edge.
Was her fingers tickling underneath.

I came, I gasped, I came again,
Flood gates opened, my semen loose,
She clamped her lips around my shaft,
And swallowed all my juice.

Time had passed we both relaxed,
Checking my car was alright,
But now it was blocked in,
You’ll have to stay all night.

Now as a couple,
When we go to a dance,
We flip a coin to decide,
Who dresses and takes the chance.

We dress as females almost every day,
Especially on Sundays,
Then we go dogging together to play,
Both of us wearing undies.