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The Next Night - Crossdresser: Part 2 of 2
Date: 6/22/2016, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: bikerbear600
I woke up early from the sunlight shining through the windows. We’d forgotten to close the curtains when we collapsed into bed last night. Jenny was already awake and watching me. ‘I was just about to wake you up with a blow job,’ she smiled. ‘Funny, I was thinking of doing the same to you!’ I laughed. Jenny kissed me then turned around in the bed to lay on her side so our cocks were facing each other. We both had erections already. I shuffled close and took her long cock in my mouth, closing my lips around the shaft and licking the head with my tongue. I felt Jenny do the same and we settled down to a gentle, slow 69. We sucked and caressed each other for ten minutes until Jenny’s phone started ringing. We broke apart and she jumped off the bed to answer it. I lay on my side and watched her body as she had a brief conversation. Her voice deepened again and I realised I was watching Pete, not Jenny! Not that it mattered now, as I found myself lusting after him/her no matter what role he/she was playing! I reached down and played with my cock waiting for the end of the phone call. Pete hung up and turned to me, his semi hard cock hanging down his thigh. ‘I have to go, work emergency. I wasn’t supposed to be on call but the guy covering is ill,’ Pete said. We got up and dressed, Pete pulling his hair back into his pony tail and putting his glasses on. Once we were dressed I hesitantly went to hug him and we ended up in a full-on embrace and kiss. ‘When can I see you again?’ I ...
... asked. ‘Tonight if you want. You have your own place don’t you? I can come over.’ I gave him my address and we went our separate ways. I got home and found myself wanting to masturbate but decided to save it for our date. I busied myself tidying the flat as it was in a bit of state since my wife had moved out. I got a SMS message from Pete around 3:00 p.m. saying he’d be there for 7:00 p.m. and could I have some food ready as he’d not eaten all day! We exchanged a few more messages and agreed on pizza. I thought the conversation was over but got a final message saying, 'I’d like you to wear stockings and let me fuck your arse if you’re willing, xxx Jenny.' I sat down and looked at the message. I figured it was too late to start saying no to suggestions and that I really should try everything once! I sent a message back simply saying okay. I finished cleaning the flat and nipped out to the supermarket for some drinks. As I was doing my usual thing of wandering up and down the aisles browsing, I came across a display of tights and stockings. My heart beating heavily as I selected some black hold-up stockings, a pack of black tights and a pair of black fishnet suspender tights. I could feel myself turning red as I got to the checkout counter with a basket of booze and nylon, convinced the young girl serving me knew what I was going to be doing that evening! I got home and put the beer in the fridge and checked the time. It was only 5:00 p.m. and I could barely contain myself. I ...