Christine ad the Neigbor - Sex Stories

Christine ad the Neigbor

... off his swimming trunks.. After he sat back down, I leaned over and started kissing and licking his cock and balls. “Oh, Joe, I want you to fuck my face. Would you fuck my face, baby?” “Why, it would be my pleasure,” said Joe. So saying, Joe stood up so I could lie down on my back on the couch, with my head braced up by the two couch pillows. Then Joe straddled me and began rubbing his cock on my face. I licked his throbbing dick and sucked his balls. He stroked his cock against my cheeks, against my eyelids, against my forehead. His precum on my face let me know how excited he was getting. Soon, he started stroking his cock as I licked his balls. He started to moan. Then, still stroking his cock, he aimed it at my now open mouth and shot a large, hot, salty load onto my tongue. I reached with my hand and scooped some of the cum onto my fingers and began to wipe it all over my face. There was still a huge amount of cum on my tongue and in my mouth, and I swallowed it all. Then I sucked Joe’s cock to get every last drop. Now Joe laid down next to me on the couch. We faced each other and he massaged my ass as we kissed deeply. “Joe, you were really great!” I exclaimed. I slipped off my panties now and he then stuck his middle finger up my ass and I stroked my erect cock against his leg. I came very quickly, then sat up and licked my jizz off his leg and swallowed it. After a few minutes of cuddling, we sat up. “How does a burger and fries sound?” he asked. “That is, if you ...

... still have room to eat some more.” We both laughed. “Yes,” I said. “Actually, I’m famished.” “Great. I’ll get the charcoal grill going in back. While it’s heating up, we can shower.” Needless to say, the shower was great! I scrubbed Joe, and he scrubbed me. Actually, “fondled” is more like it, but we did get each other clean. Afterwards, I dried my hair, then I put on some makeup and dressed in some pink lace panties, matching bra and a pink halter top that ended at my belly button. I then slipped into some high strapped sandals and headed out to where Joe was cooking our lunch. Since there were no nearby neighbors, I felt quite comfortable dressed as I was. (And truth be told, I’m quite the exhibitionist anyway, and so neighbors were not a real consideration for me one way or the other.) The food finally cooked, we sat at the picnic table and dug in. “So,” Joe began. “How long have you been crossdressing?” “Oh gosh,” I answered. “A long time.” “I’m curious. I hope you don’t mind my asking, but I’d love to hear how it all started.” “I don’t mind. But do you really want me to bore you with this?” “I won’t be bored. Humor me.” Accordingly, I delved into my genesis as a crossdresser. “The first inkling I had of wanting to be female was in a dream I once had. In the dream, I was a woman stripping on top of the bar in a men’s tavern. I gyrated around, and I noticed how mesmerized the men watching below were. It gave me such a wonderful feeling, they worshipped me, and I loved giving ...