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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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For months I’d been online looking for another suitable genuine tgirl. There had been too many time wasters and fantasists, and very few and far between genuine souls.
As in most things, it’s only when you bc are about to give up that a breakthrough is made. Again I met her through Fab. We had many nervous flirtatious and steamy messages, both nervous and both on very similar predicaments and perversions. Although I tend not to think of crossdressing as a perversion, there are those in society that prefer to marginalise us.
We swapped numbers, and arranged an afternoon meeting, we had indulged in bouts of phone sex, and both decided we were ready to meet.
She accommodated at her beautiful home, and I think it was fair to say I was the most dominant in our union. I’d left her strict instructions what to wear, and to have some tgirl porn on whilst I changed en femme.
On arrival she was already perfectly attired in a blue satin maids outfit, wearing stockings heels, beautiful makeup and a brunette wig. She took great pleasure in displaying her panties and legs for me, as she led me to the bedroom.
I put my bag on the bed and made myself comfortable, hurriedly removing my clothes in and endeavour to join her en femme. Although I couldn’t help but stole her stockings as I disrobes, my cock already solid.
Soon I was attired in a black basque, seemed stockings, wig, heels, makeup, accessories and my ever persistent hard clit, tenting under my lace black panties.
Claire has suggested I try her nurses uniform, which although slightly too big (she was a few inches taller than me) I slipped into with pleasure. Once we were both fully dressed, our lips dripping with bright lipstick, we could not dampen our ardour and finally we passionately kissed. For a a shy girl she was quickly and enthusiastically adventurous, we wrapped our nylon clad legs around one another, rubbing our knicker clad cocks urgently together. I don’t know how long our embrace lasted, but it left be breathless. Claire broke away and descended to her knees, her only words, ‘I want to suck your cock.’
I smiled and sighed as her hands lifted my skirt and I felt her hot breath then wet mouth on my perfumed clit. |
