Mr. Johnson - Sex Stories

Mr. Johnson

I remember always being entranced by sexy girls in my early teens, so much so that I started crossdressing when I was very young. When my single mom was away from home I would wear her panties and bra stuffed with socks and hose, high heels and full make-up and loved the feelings it brought out in me. I felt so damn sexy! In no time at all I was pretty good at it and by the time I was in middle school I was dressing like a slutty babe and looked pretty hot if I say so myself. I always dressed in private and masturbated a lot fantasizing I was sucking cock or getting laid, both of which I practiced on a black vibrator I found in moms drawer. Although I have always been attracted to girls and dated some I couldn't decide if I was bi or gay but I sure knew when I was dressed up all sexy like that I wanted desperately to have a cock between my lips or in my `pussy'! For years all they k**s in my neighborhood always talked about a guy that lived several houses down from me named Mr. Johnson. The story was he hurt his back on his job and had disability so he didn't work, but what the k**s talked about was that he was gay, and several of them claimed to be propositioned by him. He had never come on to me although he was always real friendly so one summer I was dressing up most everyday my fantasies got the best of me and I decided that maybe I should test the theory all the k**s seemed to share. On the chosen morning after mom left for work I took a shower and put on a sexy pair ...

... of panties under my cut off shorts. I put on a light coat of barely visible mascara and wore a t-shirt with Madonna's picture on it and a pair of pink flip-flops that belonged to mom. My plan was to ask Mr. Johnson if he had any yard work I could do for some money and just see where that went. My heart was beating as I walked up his porch and knocked on his door. There was no answer and I was almost relieved but I knocked again and after several minutes the door opened. There stood Mr. Johnson with a big smile on his face and wearing only his undershorts! Of course this caught me by surprise and I stammered and mumbled something about doing some yard work and he replied that yes, he does in fact have some weeding in his garden I could do. Mr. Johnson invited me in and looked at me up and down several times and commented how I had grown up I was the several years we lived on the same street. He said I was real cute! After a few awkward minutes of not knowing what to say to him, he said to follow him and we headed out his back door. Once on the patio he handed me some gloves and a weeding tool and said he would pay me $10 to weed his garden, and $20 if he could watch me weed his garden. Guess that qualifies as making a pass at me! I said sure, no problem he could watch and I headed over to the garden. Mr. Johnson went back into the house then returned with a beer and he sat at the patio table still in his boxer shorts, and watched me work. I was pulling weeds but my mind was ...