Written by Suzi_sheffield

TV
10 Aug 2008


When I heard the other toilet cubicle’s door being opened my heart started hammering inside my rib cage so hard that I now felt incapable of walking out of the toilets as I’d been thinking about doing, if only because I thought my legs would give way from sheer nerves if I attempted to run. What sounded like stiletto heels were clipping the concrete floor, but I knew this couldn’t be a woman stepping out of the cubicle next to mine.

Then “she” was there – looking at me. Her face showed that she was clearly a man, as did the hairs on her arms, but to my amazement she wasn’t just wearing lingerie, but was fully dressed up as a woman. In addition to the heels, black stockings, and mini-skirt, she even had a shiny blue bra on (and had stuffed something in the cups to pad them out), covered by a thin, see-through white blouse with a frilly front. She was wearing a cheap blonde wig and make-up on her face, with bright, scarlet lipstick, which I couldn’t stop staring at. A man wearing lipstick!

She looked at me, clearly trying to assess me and what I was doing there. She looked a bit nervous, but nowhere near as terrified as I was feeling. “Hello,” she said to me. “I’m Becky. What’s a pretty young man like you doing here?” I was speechless. Pretty? What did she mean?

Becky hesitated for a moment, but then seemed to make a decision. Her body language became more confident, and she reached out and touched my face with her fingers. I stared at her bright, glossy red nails, feeling I should pull away, but somehow my body didn’t want to. Then she came closer, looked into my eyes questioningly for a moment, seemed to realise that I wasn’t saying no, and wrapped me in her arms, pulling my chest against her false breasts. For a minute she just held me there, pulled up tight against her body. But then suddenly her glossy, sticky lips were kissing mine, long and hard.

The sensation of Becky’s lipsticked lips kissing mine was phenomenal! The lipstick was cheap, thick and greasy, but I realised I was enjoying having my mouth smothered like this. Soon her tongue was invading my mouth, and I felt my whole body responding. A man dressed up as a woman was kissing me on the lips… and I was getting a hard-on, and practically melting in her rather firm embrace!

Soon I was losing my fear and kissing Becky fervently back. My stomach still felt like jelly, but now terror of the forbidden and the unknown was turning into exhilaration. My cock was standing up firmly in my trousers, and it didn’t come as any big surprise when I felt myself being unzipped, and a hand reaching between my legs and beginning to wank me through my cotton briefs. I let myself groan my appreciation, and even began rhythmically thrusting myself into Becky’s seductive fingers. But then with fresh horror I suddenly understood with a shock that something impossible was happening. Becky had three hands! She still had both her arms wrapped around my back, holding me securely against her. So whose hand was masturbating me!?

To be continued…


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