I've known that dressing in womens clothes excites me since I was a wee lad. My older sisters used to play dress up with me, and the feel of lacy panties and knee socks was thrilling even then. I'm not particularly feminine, being an ex-rugby player so I've never had the courage to crossdress anywhere other than at home when I'm on my own. I know that I look at best like a super butch lesbian, but more probably like what I am, a big bloke in a dress, so I've always stayed private. I had an opportunity to indulge my pleasure last weekend. Had the house to myself, no plans, so I decided to have a bit of fun. I should explain that my particular favourite type of female clothing style is a cross between slutty St Trinians schoolgirl and street corner whore, so the outfit for the day was a very short tartan school skirt, seamed stockings, matching lacy red and black thong panties and bra and a crisp white blouse and school tie. I pulled my hair up into bunches, and sat in front of the bedroom mirror applying my makeup. Bright red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, plenty of eyeliner and mascara, a hint of blushers on my cheeks and I was done. I stood and admired myself in the full length wardrobe mirror, and although I know I'm certainly not a convincing TV I have to say that I did look quite deliciously slutty. I struck a few poses and slipped on a pair of "fuck me" heels and tottered downstairs. My usual routine when I'm indulging in dressing up is to stay indoors and get on with my normal tasks, just enjoying the sensations of the feminine attire but for some reason I decided to change that routine this time. I had a load of washing just finished and it needed to go out on the line, so I thought what the hell, the garden is very private and not overlooked by any neighbours so just this once I'll be fine to pop outside. After all, I'll only be out there five minutes! So, grabbing me washing I pushed open the back door and headed into the garden. I was getting on with hanging up my washing, just bending over to grab the next item when I heard a noise behind me! I froze! I recognised the sound instantly as the click and whir of the shutter of a camera! I stood up, and shaking with dread turned round to see my next door neighbour looking over his hedge at me, camera to his eye and a big grin on his face! I should explain that I get on well with my neighbour. He is a West Indian guy of about 70. Widower, quiet, polite, always willing to lend a hand, a nice guy, but there was something about the way he was looking at me. I would have expected disgust maybe, perhaps embaressment or amusement, but I was pretty certain that what I was seeing was lust! As I stood there, rooted to the spot in shock I heard the shutter go again and knew that this photo was of my made up face. I also realised that given the length of the skirt I had on, the first photo would have been a great one of my arse! Lowering the camera my neighbour beckoned me over with his finger and still traumatised I obeyed. As I got closer he said in a quiet voice "Well, well, what have we here? I never knew I had such a hot and sexy neighbour!" He winked at me, his rich, dark voice having a strange effect on me. "I think you'd better head back inside, I'll be round to join you in a minute..." I swallowed and nodded, to stunned to speak, watching as he headed back indoors, finally managing to move and doing the same. I was only just back inside when I heard the knock on the door, and I knew that it had to be John, my neighbour. I tottered through the house on my heels, and opened the door just enough to let him in. He entered and as I shut the door behind him I felt his hand press against my arse, squeezing. "Oh my God!" I thought, swallowing hard again "He's groping me!" I froze again as his hands started stroking my back and shoulders, down to my arse, back up, exactly the way you would stroke a woman. As he hands caressed me I felt him move closer and felt his breath against the skin of my neck. He whispered softly "I had a feeling there was something about you!" I blushed, and shuddered as his hands stroked me body. "You know I have these photos of you don't you?" I nodded, unable to speak "And I'm pretty sure you would rather that no-one else got to see them, am I right? I can't imagine it would make your life very easy at work, say, or at the rugby club if people got to see you dressed up like this?" I nodded again, trembling as I realised the situation I was in. Johns next words made it crystal clear. "So, I have these photos and you don't want anyone to see them, so I guess that means that you get to do what I say, at least for a little while, right?" I nodded yet again, but his tone changed becoming more hard edged as his hands gripped my arms turning me to face him "I said, you get to do what I say, right? Answer me you little slut!" I gasped, I knew that the clothes I was wearing were on the slutty side but my God! This big black guy, my neighbour for 15 years had just called me a slut! I managed to stammer "ye..yes Sir!" I have no idea where the Sir came from but it felt right somehow and it seemed to please John slightly as he continued "So, I got a need, and you got something that will take care of it..." I must have looked confused because he explained "You know I've been on my own these past 10 years since me wife passed on?" I nodded, yes "And you know that a man has certain urges, certain needs that only a woman can take care of?" Again, my neighbour refering to me as a woman! Despite the way I was dressed I knew I didn't look feminine at all! He continued "So, the thing is, if you don't want all your friends seeing your pictures, you're going to get down on your knees right now and attend to my needs! Do I make myself clear SLUT!" The shock hit me hard! I understood what he expected of me but I could make sense of it! Despite my fondness for crossdressing I'm not gay, I've only ever seen another cock in the changing rooms at the gym and the rugby club and I've never been interested in them, but here I was faced with the choice of getting on my knees and taking Johns cock in my mouth, or having him distribute photos of me dressed like a schoolgirl slut to all my friends! To be continued....