My First BJ dressed En-Femme - Sex Stories

My First BJ dressed En-Femme

... confined with no way to escape if discovered. It was the right decision. I watched as he parked his truck. He go out and glanced back at me. I noticed that he was a big guy. He stood about six three. He has a bit of an overhanging gut, but not jelly sloppy. He turned back towards me. “Sure you don’t want one drink.” “Yes, but if you bring out a six pack or something harder that I may like, I’ll accept.” What did I just say? Something harder that I may like, ugh. I decided to wait it out by pacing and pretending to chat on my cell, as I heard the occasional horn honk and even a whistle from the cars passing by. About twenty minutes have ticked by, when I see the man in the dodge walking toward me with a two six packs of Rolling Rock Beer. I know that green bottle anywhere. “Since you didn’t want to come in, I thought I’d bring you a beer out here.” His big hand easily unscrewed the cap. He handed me the beer. “Thank you, so much.” I took a sip of the cold beer. “You mentioned about something harder. You still want something harder.” I hear his words and blush. Yes I remembered what I said and thought, how foolish. From his back pocket he pulled out a flask and handed it to me. “Go on. Take a slug.” I do and acted as if it was harsh. I shook my head like it was horrible tasting. “Whew. What was that?” “Makers.” “Wow. That is going to go right to my head.” “That’s the general idea.” I remembered giggling in a feminine way. I could feel the hot breath of the whiskey surround my ...

... head. He opened and gave me another beer. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” “No, but is it so bad if you do?” “No. Not really.” I felt very feminine. After the third beer and another slug of the Makers, I pushed up against him. I wanted to push or let my warm breasts rest against his big arm. I leaned into him feeling my bosom compress, as the weight of my breast rested on his arm. He did not move his arm away. I knew the soft warmth was a total contrast to the rigidity of his arm. My breast felt warm, and soft, like a woman’s, and I purposefully brushed and swung my breasts into his arms. My breasts constantly bumped into his elbow. We talked, chatted till we both felt at ease. I could hear him breathing. He pushed the snout of the flask to my lips. I felt my head fall back as he poured the whiskey into my mouth. I swallowed. Again, I giggled girly like. I shook my head. I had a complete buzz, and I felt sexy. In the shadows of my mind I wondered if he knew what I was. It did not matter when he leaned against his truck and pulled me into him. I felt his arms as they wrapped around me. I looked up at him wantingly. His hand stroked may hair. It seemed almost methodical and slow as I watched him lean in and down to kiss me. Oh my God! I was being kissed by a man who thought of me as a woman. He pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue dance with my own. I knew then that I could arouse a man, as he pulled me tight. I could feel his thing, not hard, but not soft pressing ...