Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 3:04:29 -0400
From: katlinmarie@bellsouth.net
Subject: run in the park - part 1

A run in the park - part1
Katlin Marie
katlinmarie@bellsouth.net

The following story is a work of fiction, i hope you enjoy reading it as
much as i did writing it.


	It was a normal summer day in virginia. about 90 degrees, and
humid. I was out for a run, as i usually did every other day. i was 16 at
the time, and had been dressing in female clothes for my entire life. i was
always small for my age, at 5'5 and only 115 lbs, i could easily pass for a
teenage girl. my hair was short and spiky and dyed blond with brown streaks
at the time. i could have grown my hair out, but i loved it being feminine
and masculine at the same time. you see, i didn't just want to me a girl, i
wanted to be a feminine boy. sure, sometimes, i did my makeup, and put on a
dress and heels, but it turned me on to be a boy in girls clothing. like
that, i was special, different. when i went as a girl, i was just another
girl. sometimes, that was incredible too, but this was better.

	today was no exception, when you looked at my face, i was a
feminine boy, not a girl. of course, when i ran, it was a little different,
all running clothes are semi androgynous anyway. today i was wearing a pair
of womens black lycra yoga pants, tight above the knee, and tapered to the
ankle. i had a tight, white, longsleeved lycra running shirt, with a black
womens zip-up vest over that. i was wearing a white sports bra, white nylon
boy short panties, white tights, and white and green running shoes, with
light pink laces. my fingernails have a french manicure, and my feet are
perfectly pedicured with dark blue polish. i keep my nails perfect, going
to the salon once a week. the ladies that work there think its cute that a
boy wants such pretty nails, and i love chatting with them. i have silver
studs in my ears, three in my left, and two in my right. i have a silver
tounge ring, and i wear a pinkie ring on my left hand, as well as a ring on
the third finger. i have a thumb ring on my right. i am also wering a
tennis bracelet on my right wrist, and a girls watch on my left. i have a
simple silver chain on my neck, with an emerald ring that i recived as a
gift from my mom when i was a little boy, after she found out about my
wishes to dress as a girl. on my feet, i had a silver tor ring on my right
foot, and 6 silver and gold bands on my right foot. my left foot had a full
color tattoo of a dragon on it. i also had a silver chain on my left ankle,
that had a locket in the shape of a heart. inside was a picture of my
sister, who was also my best friend, that she gave me when she left for
college. a silver waist chain and a silver stud in my belly button
completed my jewelry, and i had a lower back tattoo as well.

	i had already run about 4 miles, and was in a pretty secluded part
of the park, with about a mile to go. i stopped at the base of a hill, and
began doing sprints up and down it. on my third trip up, i tripped on a
root, and fell down. i got up quick, but my ankle hurt bad, so i hobbled
over to a fallen tree, sat down, and removed my shoe. it was then that i
noticed i had torn the sole almost completly off my shoe. i cursed, and
took a drink from my water bottle, and unzipped my waist pack, and got a
smoke out. i had twisted this ankle before, and had just started running
without the brace, but thankfully, i still carried it in my pack. i pulled
the brace on, and decided to walk around on it for a minute. i kicked the
other shoe off, and walked away from the log, and toward the woods. i
puffed my smoke, and walked around. i loved the feeling of the damp, dirty
ground, littered with broken twigs and rocks on my feet through the
nylons. i gues i got caught up in the moment, because i didn't even hear
the man behind me.
	"can i get a smoke, young man?" i heard behind me i turned around
quick, and saw a tall older man, probably in his forties, slightly balding,
and a touch overweight. he looked nice, and was wearing a white shirt, tie,
and black slacks with black shoes. he was back by the log, about 15 feet
away.
	"uh, sure, in my pack there" i stumbled even though i was not shy
about my femininity, i was a little nervous about being this far off the
trail, alone with this man. he was much taller then me, and could easily
overpower me. i knew if i got much closer, my white nylons, with my
toe-rings and blue polish would be quite visible to him. he grapped my
pack, and dug a smoke out, then lit it with my pink lighter. as he took a
drag, he looked down.
	"these your shoes, son?" he asked casually
	"um, yes, sir. i turned my ankle, so i took the off to check it
out."
	"oh yeah, pretty pink laces." he said, more as an observaition then
anything. "is your ankle okay?" he then asked, seemingly concerned.
	"yeah, i mean, i think its cool, no big deal." i replied
	"want me to take a look at it? I'm a doctor."
	"uh, no, thats okay, its no big deal."
	"come on over, don't be shy, let me just see it for a minute. Ill
be gentle."
	he seemed like a nice guy, and my ankle did hurt pretty bad, so i
figured what the hell, he was a doctor. i walked over to him. he looked at
my feet, but said nothing.
	"sit down here, son." he said, moitionong to the tree. i sat down,
and he sat next to me. "let me see that foot."
	i turned toward him and set my feet on the log between us, and he
pulled my pant leg up. he pinched around my ankle, and i winced a little.
	"seems like a sprain to me, you will be fine. just put some ice on
it, it will be good by tonight." he said kindly. i noticed his hands were
still on me, now rubbing my nylons.
	"you have pretty feet, i like the toe rings."
	"thanks, i like them." i said, still a little nervous.
	"you like to dress pretty?" he asked bluntly
	"uh, yeah, yeah i do."
	he then asked me my name
	"kat." i said, giving him my girl name
	"well, your certinly very pretty, kat."
	what he asked me next shocked me.
 	"you ever been with another guy?"
	he was looking straight in my eyes now. he was still holding my
ankles, and looked sincere.
	"no, sir, but i think about it a lot." i answered truthfully. i had
been thinking about it for a while, but was a little scared. as i looked at
this man though, my little cock started to stir. i was definatly getting
turned on. "do you have sex with guys?" i asked.
	"only pretty ones like you." he smiled.
	i blushed
	"how about another smoke?" he asked, trying to put me at ease.
	"okay." i reached down, and pulled two out, handing him one, and
the lighter. he lit his, and then reached out to light mine for me.
	"pretty day," he observed, want to go for a little stroll with me?"
	"okay" i replied with that, we both stood up and he asked me if i
needed my shoes, i told him no, that i liked the feel of the dirty ground
on my feet, and we began walking slowly back toward the woods, the same way
i was heading when he appered. we walked along for a few minutes, getting
farther and farther away from the log, and i noticed him looking at my
stocking feet over and over again. finally, he stopped, and took one puff
off his cigarette, then tossed it down and stepped it out. i finished mine,
and tossed it down next to his.
	"let me get that, wouldn't want you burning your cute little feet."
he stepped it out for me, and then looked me in the eyes. "would you like
to give me a blowjob?"
	"i think so."
	"have you ever seen another mans penis?" he asked
	"no, sir, but i would like to see yours."
	he reached down, and unzipped his pants, pushing aside his briefs,
and pulling out his dick. it was not huge, not as big a the dildo i had
practiced with, but seeing a real one was still a wonderful surprise. i
immediatly reached down, and touched it, and then began to stroke it for
him. i couldn't take my eyes off it, fascinated by the sight of my little
hand stroking a real dick. he moaned slightly, and put both his hands on my
shoulders, gently pushing me down. i sank to my knees and stared at his
member. he had some precum leaking out, and i stuck my tounge out to lick
it off. he goaned when i did, and i opened my mouth, and took him
inside. he tasted good, and i began savoring the taste,a dn smell. i cupped
his balls with my hand, and squeezed them slightly. i then took his dick
out of my mouth, and began sucking his hairy balls. he seemed to like this,
and i did it for a few more seconds, but i had to have that dick in my
mouth again. i began sliding my mouth back and forth, and squeezing his
balls with one hand, and grasping the base with the other. i took him all
the way to the base, and really started in on him then. he never said a
word, but pushed the back of my head. i sucked for a few minutes, and i
felt him start to shrudder.
	"I'm gonna cum." he told me
	i brought my mouth to the tip, and pulled off, opening my mouth a
little, and stroking him, offering him to shoot on my face, looking up at
him shyly. it was enough, and he shot his load on my face, and in my
mouth. i gulped it down, savoring the salty taste. it was the best thing i
ever had. i looked up at him, with his jism on my face, and slowly licked
my lips, cleaning his spunk from them. i was going to lick the rest off his
soft member, but then i had an idea. i had seen him staring at my feet the
whole time, so i laid on my back, and stuck my stocking feet up to his
cock, cleaning the cum off it for him with my nylons. he put his hands down
on my feet, keeping them on his cock. i then began using them to stroke
them. amazingly, i felt him start to get hard again. i wanted to suck it
again, but figured i had my fun, so i would give him something. i kept my
nylons on him, and began giving him a footjob. he seemed to get into this,
almost more then the bj i had just given. this time, it didn't take very
long, and he pulled my feet off, and placed his dick at the toes, and
quickly shot another huge load on the tops of my feet, and toes. he stood
there breathing hard for a minute, and then reached down to help me up. he
pulled me to my feet, and looked at me.
	"that was great, i have a hard time believing that it was your
first time, though."
	"well, it was, with a real person, but i have practiced a bunch
with a dido i have" i told him
	"well, it worked sweetie. look, i need to go, but i would love to
meet you again, would that be okay?" he asked
	"yeah, i would like that too." i answered. i gave him my cellphone
number, and he walked me back to the log.
	"looks like your shoe is ruined." he said, picking up the torn
shoe.
	"yeah, looks like i will be walking all the way back in my nylons."
	"would you mind if i kept these, as a momento?" he asked me
	" sure, i guess." it was a strange request, but i had to get new
ones anyway, and i certainly couldn't wear them home anyway.
	"thanks." he stroked my hair. "i hope to see you soon." and with
that, he turned away, and walked down the hill.
	i had one more smoke, sitting there on that log, and then began my
long walk back to my car in my stockinged feet.




I hope you all liked my story, and there is more to come. please email me
and let me know what you think, and give me any suggestions.
katlinmarie@bellsouth.net