This is Part 4 of 4 of a story when two male friends decide to have a little fun in lingerie, pantyhose, heels and makeup after a casual evening at the bar.
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So there we are, Eve and I lying on my bed making out like two crazed, horny teenagers. I can’t really tell what was going through my mind, probably due to the numerous beers consumed earlier, but all I can say is that it feels incredibly exciting and I was more than willing to “cross the line” where I haven’t been before.
Part 3 of two friends in the midst of playfully crossdressing together after a night of drinking.
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It was a subtle yet convincingly girlish “ooh” Adam (actually, now I’ll call him “Eve”) made. Just that one silky touch to her leg was enough to set me dizzy with excitement. Normally, being alone and caressing the pantyhose on my own legs has a similar effect. But to feel it on someone else, albeit another male, is almost too much to bear.
Eve reaches down and gently strokes my crossed leg while my excitement grows so much that I begin to tremble. She takes notice.
“Are you OK?” she asks with a smile, as if she knows exactly what she is trying to accomplish.
We come to Part 2, continuing on with the tale of two friends having an innocent drink at a bar, a crossdresser and a gay male (insert joke here). Part 1 can be read here.
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Both Adam and I make the short walk to my place, half a block away. We enter and Adam sprawls himself in comfort on the sofa while I immediately head to the refrigerator and grab a couple bottles of beer.
My nervousness has calmed down slightly but I still feel rather giddy. This takes me years back (a lot of years) to when I was on my very first date with a girl named Mandy. Completely nervous and trembling the whole time, I was so excited about being on an actual date that it was too hard to contain.
“But me and Adam?” I’m thinking. We’re two friends and, while he may understand my feminine fetish and even crossdress himself, I don’t believe he gets a kick out of it. Besides, I’m not into men so nothing could happen between us.
Yet the night is still long, or so they say.
Another day, another fantasy manifesting itself in a story out of my head. I hope you enjoy ;).
I don’t normally go for men in real life but when that gentleman I meet has a side to him, sharing a common bond with me if you will, well then I may have to change the rules a bit.
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It was a sunny day when me and Adam were planning to meet for a beer at the local bar. I’ve know Adam, who is openly gay, for a couple months now and, while he knows I’m straight, we get along well and enjoy hanging around together as two completely platonic friends.
This post first started out as a quick summary of my deepest crossdressing (with pantyhose of course) fantasy, yet somehow blossomed into a longer erotic story. It’s funny how when you start writing about something you can’t stop thinking about, words just flow and you just can’t stop.
More like I don’t want the fantasy to stop either.
So I hope you enjoy this lurid fantasy tale and tell me what you think in a comment below. Leave one of your own fantasies (though much shorter) if you so desire too.
Action time! I break out of my “disguise” of jeans and t-shirt to reveal my silky fuscia babydoll and Wolford pantyhose to the lovely Racquel. What a feeling of finally sharing my sexy girly side with another.
My girly cock was thinking the same thing too.
I lied down on her bed and caressed her black stockings with my hosed legs as she approached me. Then the unthinkable happened. She begins to strip down the Wolfords. Uh-oh, instant turn-off.
I don’t think Racquel particularly minded the lingerie and pantyhose (I believe she even called it “cute”) but only saw it as a barrier to her real desire: get right to the cock.
In case you haven’t read my last post, I was on the verge of taking a major life turn by venturing out of the lingerie closet and into the transgendered world. Just some mingling with the girls.
In other words, I was starved for a girly hookup. So why not just do it? Mosey on down to the nearest gay bar or, even better, a gay-friendly neighborhood and everything will probably take care of itself. That was the plan anyway.
Time to prepare. Shower, shave (everything of course), clean my ass and slip on my favorite silky fuscia babydoll and some Woldford pantyhose. OK, I’m an absolute little bitch when it comes to going out in any kind of fem, so a disguise of jeans and a t-shirt went over these.
Not too long ago, after a failed attempt at seducing a (real) woman, I came to a sudden conclusion.
A little background first. It has always been a deep, dark fantasy of mine to hook up with another transvestite but living it out in real life carries some issues, especially for a crossdresser that has been hetero all her life.
• I’ll be crossing into the bisexual barrier with no turning back. I have nothing but respect for being gay or bisexual, but it’s a major decision for someone who has has only known being hetero, you know.