Cross-dress dreams come true. - Sex Stories

Cross-dress dreams come true.

... panties under my suit clothes. I felt a little tickle in my pants. Could actually feel a burst of pre-cum escape from the tip of my cock. Martine's high-heels gave his calf muscles great definition. Very sexy. Stocking-covered thighs ended almost exactly where his short skirt began. I could just see the clips of his suspender belt behind the hem. His ass was perfect and womanly. A peach. Under a silky blouse, Martine wasn't showing an enormous pair of tits, but there was certainly something there. Maybe just enough of himself to shape with a push-up bra into nice little biddies. His wig was long and blond and tumbled down onto his shoulders. He wore it in such a way as to conceal his face slightly. Like a classic movie temptress. Lips, now defined by a bright red gloss were full and oh, so kissable. Martin had obviously shaven very closely and the skin on his face was smooth. There was only a little make up on his cheeks. He had gone to town on the eyes, though. Maybe a little too much. If my wife wore so much I'd probably say something, but here.... who was I to judge? I was massively attracted. A slightly pudgy man was now just the most fuckable woman I could imagine. He turned away and bent over slightly. Oh what an ass! Full and round. And inviting. Clearly inviting. This wan't just a fashion show. "Can I come and sit with you?" "Oh god yes please!" He sat next to me on the couch. He turned to me and put his hand on my thigh. Started slowly sliding it up my leg.... I ...

... didn't know what to do. This was my fantasy come to life and I just sat there like an idiot. "Kiss me. I know you want to." Martine said. He leaned over and put his wonderful red lips on mine. All my inhibitions melted away. I kissed back. Hard. Took him in my arms. His hand moved up my leg and I felt him cupping my hardening cock. He stopped.... was feeling around down there... "Wow, Roger!!!" I just smiled. Put my lips back on his.... I reached out and touched his thigh as we kissed. Smooth silk-stocking covered thigh. I slipped my hand up his leg. Felt the hem of his dress slide over the back of my hand as I explored higher. Higher. His thigh widening under my palm as I moved higher. He opened his legs slightly as an invitation. I moved my hand further under his dress. And then my fingers touched soft lace. His panties. Further. Touching his cock through the thin material. I traced the outline of his erection with my fingertips and he kissed me more fervently. Then he broke away from me and looked me in the eye. I felt him undoing the buckle of my belt.... the button of my trousers.... pulling down my zipper.... I lifted myself off the couch and he tugged my trousers and underwear down. I kicked them off my ankles. My cock was hard now. "Oh my! You're a big boy!" I smiled up at him. "You've made me big, Martine." I do have a big cock. 10 inches. Thick. Uncut. He grasped the shaft and slowly tugged. Exposing the engorged head. Kissing Martine - and the earlier conversation - ...