Languages: BodyLanguage, little english,
Location: Rrrr Sin SitTi
Body Decorations: no
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: size 75C, --160sm,-- 50 kg,-- 36 feet
Buildable body, cute little face, small but firm tits, green eyes, red hair, sexy in the kind of way that girls do. Oh yeah, a slight buxom everywhere else as I fuck her in the mouth. I choose my food with care and gladly eat out of those lovely 'nipples' that I automatically think of as my body's first line of defense. As for drink, well I keep a nice white trunk behind me so no one will see the lipstick, or the trace of lipstick, if I decide to sneak a sniff around the next time. The thing is, a) I recently discovered the effect of alcohol on women, and as I was driving down the road and still in my car I decided to double speed and saw a car coming up the hill. My instinct was to get away, but my eyes made it clear that not only was I blowing my chance to catch a nice blowjob, but there was also the fact that two drunk teenagers had practically run me over. Fortunately I was in the other lane and they didn't even try to goad me, much to my chagrin. I pulled into the shopping mall. It must have been five miles to the car since I parked the car. I made a conscious effort to smile the whole time. I knew I was the main attraction and if the guys on the sidewalk were any good they would have gotten a better view, but the girl in the car was very obviously not paying any attention and I felt a strong temptation to run over her. I made my usual stop and looked around, but I couldn't hide the look in her eyes as I got out of the car. I had nothing to say to the girl and I couldn't look back either. I got out of the car and went up the ramp to the side of the mall.
I was wearing a slip of cloth, and nothing to stop people on the sidewalk from seeing my penis, so there was very little chance of me catching the eye of a couple who was walking their cubicle. I quickly changed into my tight black slip over top and steel dress. I had thought about wearing this under my dress, but it was much too obvious in the cool night air. The other man was walking around the other end of the mall now, and I had to admit I liked the look of it, either from a distance or from right in front of me. Plus, it almost looked like a bathing suit, I knew, and from a certain angle it could be a while before I get a chance to wear it. The man was very nice looking, and the dress reinforced my femininity. The slip of cloth I passed from my hand was very neat and very formal. The silhouette of my breasts seemed to defy gravity, and with the exception of my nipples, each curve of my body was carefully sculpted. It left my breasts standing out even further and the paper beneath them accentuated every curve. I had been thinking about this other man all week, and when we had finally met in person, I had placed a hand directly across his arm and told him to wait for me in the car. I didn't say a word. I didn't even look at his face. I watched him take off his jacket and his shirt. It must have been a total of five minutes before I saw his face. I had to put my own face into my report.
Normally I would have reported it after the fact, but since you asked, I would wait to share until after we had the play session. I don't know what would have happened to me had the other man been there and since you asked, I wanted to keep that a secret. Fortunately, he wasn't really there, except for the briefest of moments. When he was, I hadn't moved on and I had found myself looking at my own breasts again. In the end I thought I could trust my instincts and follow my instincts when it came to this, which in turn, meant I would have to play with my pussy a little more. In the weeks that followed I experimented with different colored ties and different colored pull up braes and with what was on my hands. It was fun and risky at the same time, but if it turned out to be a turn on for me, I would have loved to share it with someone. The new dress came out and as all good parents learn, I let my children choose what they wore. And as fun as it was to experiment with new styles of dress, it was more practical. We were soon wearing more than just casual clothes. We were now part of an "A" frame. It is a funny thing, often when we hang out socially we become separated by something as seemingly small as sex. And sometimes even simple as food. We went out a few times a week and hung out in bars and restaurants..
That turns her on even more and she sucked me off a couple more times before bed.
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She stops by every now and again, and how she gets her pussy clearly today knob, dial the courage to come out somewhere I guess.