Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2008 20:37:47 -0800 (PST) From: jimi jones <jimiboygirl@yahoo.com> Subject: jimi's maine man - part 1 TG Teen jimiboygirl@yahoo.com Please feel free to write me or offer a critique category: Transgender/Teen jimi's maine man - Part 1 by jimi TG/TEEN The sissy was met at the portland dock by a man in a van. until now they had only chatted on the internet and exchanged emails... a phone call was made yesterday and the man seemed decent and kind. so we made a date to meet, while my family was vacationing in maine, a not-so-short drive down the coast from his home... after exchanging a few hellos and identifying ourselves (i was to wear a pink teeshirt and he would wear a red sweater)... did you bring the items? indicating my overnight bag: yes. are you wearing them... some of them...yes, under my street clothes. a short ride later, as the town was left behind and the van was parked in the deep shade of the pine trees the two were kissing in the front seat and the sissy was asked sweetly to go to the rear of the vehicle and finish getting ready... i drew the curtains for privacy (i thought) and hurriedly pulled off my boy clothes until i was down to the pretty peach satin and lace panties that have become my trademark. the front is lacy and see through and the seat is cool satin. there are little bows at the front over the lace. the lace is woven into a rose pattern. my little gumdrop cock is barely visible through the pretty mesh. i smoothed the fabric and made them presentable. i saw a small damp spot in the lace. too much anticipation will do that for a boygirl. dipping a finger inside the lace, i quickly disposed of the tell tale signs of my building passion with a rapid lick. i went to my overnight bag and removed the other items... a matching peachy lace and satin bra with soft cups, rose pattern woven over the nipples, 34-aaa. very hard to find in that small size; specially ordered from paris at great expense. i slid the straps over my shoulders and joined the cups at the front where the pretty clasp was located. i adjusted my no-tits in the cups and felt the familiar rush of engorging nipples rubbed large by lace. i adjusted the straps for a snug fit. the smoky gray thigh high stockings with the lacy black tops had a runner in one of them... from a previous engagement? i must get them replaced or repaired, though the sight of slightly torn stockings is also a treat for some men... they were already in donut mode. all i needed to do was roll them up each leg. i lay my plump round bottom on the vans carpet and pointed my toes to heaven and rolled them up my slim hairless legs, tugging them tightly so that my white flesh plumped around the elastic tops. then i flipped open the compact and did my eye lids in light green, mascara-ed my lashes to full length and powdered my face a bit overmuch... opening the red lipstick i drew on a pleasingly plump mouth... i looked as though i had a dolls face. finally, i spritzed my no-cleavage with a spray of 'opium' eau de cologne. perfect, or as near as i could muster in cramped quarters with no dressing table. i slid on the pretty pale green cotton and lace trimmed camisole and donned the old bottle green silk japanese kimono and sash. ta-da! the man knocked on the dashboard and came back a few moments later and immediately undid his belt. i think he had been watching. his khakis had a dime sized damp spot at the crotch. hmmmmmmmm. decent, he said, rubbing his chin, and then lightly touching his crotch. unzip me, he ordered, as he sat on the vans floor. the sissy slowly unzzzzzzzzzzzzzipped him and began to help the man put of his shoes socks and pants. he wasnt wearing underwear! the mans large semi-rigid penis sprang into the sissy's face and a line of precum left a trail from nose to lips. would you like to taste it? after all those emails and chats, you know i would..... i said, and began to lightly lick the precum. it was tasty. sweetish. like syrup. his balls smelled good,too. not too sweaty, but enough to say it was a real mans nuts. The man grabbed the sissys hair, not too tightly, and directed him toward the now pulsing cock... suck it baby, you know you want it...darling, pretty, adorable little jimi. i am a sucker for sweet talk! i opened my red painted lips and clapped them around the cock's end, licking the underside as they closed and making small swirls with my tongue tip around the bottom side of the head, where it is most sensitive... i mewed at the pleasure. the man, ron... seemed to enjoy it immensely. the penis kept growing and growing, filling my small mouth until i could not get the engorged purple shiny head out if i wanted to ... i didnt want to... he slid it slowly forward...deeper and deeper into my gullet. I was on my knees facing him. he towered over me, on his knees now, unpeeling and removing my outer clothing, as he slowly fucked my mouth...and then my throat, until i was just in the bra and panties and thigh highs as he had originally requested.... the van's rear door opened suddenly and i heard two new male voices... ahh just in time boys. i would like you to meet jimi, my new little friend... i could not turn my head to see who they were. I felt new hands on me everywhere...i felt my panties being tugged and lowered and a hot, wet tongue licking my balls and asshole as the hands settled on the fronts of my thighs.... the van began to move off, probably being driven by a third man.... other hands reached into my bra cups and caressed --and then pinched, pulled, tugged, milked, and twisted my full nipples... i felt a second tongue run along my spine from the top of my buttocks to the back of my neck.. i shivered with delight... ron HAD said it would be different... i heard a zipper coming down behind me and felt a fat hot object poised over my now wet and dripping virgin rosebud... we are going to have so much fun jimi, said ron, as i continued to suck his massive fuck tool..... to be continued.