Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2008 18:56:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenette LaSalle <jenettelasalle@yahoo.com>
Subject: A story for you

Copyright 2008 by Jenette LaSalle

	O-K, It's been about a year since this happened - I know it's a bit
tardy but I had been planning on writing about the last time I went out and
what happened. I know it's been months and months, but I finally sat down
and described the night and what happened. Here's the story of the last
time I went out dressed.
	I'm your typical crossdressing guy - 30-something, straight,
professional - but since I was just a kid I've always had a hankering to
don a skirt and heels for fun and excitement.  Last time I went out was
last fall.  I ended up going to a local TG bar and on this night it was
packed!  I was wearing a short black lacy skirt, cream and black corset top
and a black velvet jacket, knee high black boots with a four inch heel ?
and under it a black corset, black bra, black thong panties and a black
garter belt with nude stockings (from Fredericks - they're great!). I also
had silver hoop earrings, a cute little silver necklace, a nice set of fake
nails and my favorite medium length blonde wig.  When I got to the bar I
parked in the lot next to the club and as I was walking in a car pulled up
and a guy rolled down his window, looked me up and down and then asked me
if I wanted to "fool around". I smiled, politely turned him down and headed
into the club.
	When I got inside the place was already packed. About a quarter of
the people there were CDs or TGs. I headed over to the bar and amazingly I
found a seat right away and ordered a beer (not too lady like but what can
I do?). Sitting next to me on either side were some CDs and we all
immediately started chatting and complimenting each other on shoes, outfits
and overall look. I was looking for a CD friend I'd chatted with online and
finally found her. We talked for quite a bit, sat back by the pool table
and had a great time getting to know each other a bit more. As we chatted
our stocking covered legs kept brushing against each other (not by accident
either) and I was getting rather turned on at the prospect of some playtime
with her.  I think more might have developed between us since there was
definitely some serious chemistry, but she had to leave so I ventured out
to find more people to chat with. After a bit I got asked to dance and
headed out onto the floor. After a couple songs I headed outside to the
patio area to cool off, then back to the bar for another drink. Most of the
night proceeded that way. At one point I headed into the ladies room and
found a lot of GGs, TGs and CDs in there all chatting away. At one point a
rather attractive GG took my hand, pulled me close and gave me a big kiss ?
telling me how beautiful I was. I'm pretty sure she was really drunk :)
	A bit later during the night a guy asked me to dance. There tends
to be a lot of "tranny chasers" that hang out at the club and I've never
been interested in guys (unless they look like a woman), but I figured
what's the harm in a dance and headed out to the floor with him. The dance
floor was really crowded, the music was incredibly loud and thumping, there
were smoke generators pumping mist all around us - it was very
surreal. There were mirrors on the walls all around the dance floor and I
could catch small glimpses of myself and the guy who was leading me to the
center of the floor. He was tall (same height as me in my heels), wearing
jeans and a plain white button down shirt. When I saw our reflection we
looked like just another couple getting ready to dance.
	At first we just danced around each other but then he started to
move in closer to me - turning me around and placing his hands on my
hips. I was a bit weirded out by that but just kept dancing. The he moved
in really close and started grinding himself against my ass. Again, a bit
strange - but I had a few drinks in me and was kind of getting into it, so
I started grinding my ass into his crotch. It wasn't long until I could
feel a distinct bulge in his pants and, as much as I hate to admit it, it
was kind of a turn on to know I could get a guy hot and bothered while I
was dressed up. Then I figured I'd have a bit more fun so I spun around to
face him, stared into his eyes and crouched slowly down to my knees while
running my hands down his chest and stomach and finally giving a little
squeeze on the bulge that was highly evident in the front of his pants. As
I rose up again he gave me a huge smile, put his hands on my hips again and
spun me around once more and started grinding his crotch into my ass in
earnest. He was actually dry humping my ass so hard on the dance floor he
almost knocked me over.
	Then he started getting a bit bold - his hands moved from my waist
down to my outer thighs and he slid one of them up over my stocking top
under my skirt and started to grab my ass. With his hand firmly on my ass
under my skirt he pulled me close and started to grind again against my
front. Again, I'm not sure if it was the booze or the surreal surroundings
but I let him continue and even wrapped my arms around his neck - staring
into his eyes while he continued to fondle my ass under my skirt. By now
he'd positioned me so that his leg was between my legs.  His hand
alternated between grabbing my ass and running up and down my stocking top
and sometimes tugging lightly on one of my garter straps. I have to admit I
was kind of enjoying the attention - playing the role and letting him try
and seduce me. It was incredibly erotic for some reason. Soon he became a
bit bolder and started moving his hand slowly around so that he started
cupping me through my panties. I let him do it - and I was getting turned
on too - I felt a twitch and then another as I started to get hard. I was
just glad that my skirt flared out and would cover me.  The music finally
changed and I figured I'd better disengage myself from what was happening
or I might just regret what was happening in the morning.
	I made my way over to the bar and with a flush on my face I ordered
a cold beer and plopped my thong-covered butt down on the nearest available
bar stool.  As I sat sipping my beer I crossed my legs, looked up at the
mirror behind the bar and noticed my recent dance partner was standing
behind me signaling the bartender.  Not wanting to appear unfriendly I
offered to buy him a drink (unladylike, but guy habits can die hard I
guess).  We chatted for awhile, me sitting with him standing next to me
until the bar stool next to me became vacant and he quickly snagged it for
himself.
	We chatted for quite some time - facing each other and often
leaning in close to each other to be heard over the music.  He seemed to
have lost the aggressiveness he'd shown on the dance floor before but I
could tell he was still flirting with me.  Finally he must have had enough
liquid courage because during a lull in the conversation he slyly slipped a
hand on the top of my crossed legs and let it rest lightly there.  Much to
my own surprise I didn't push him away.  I guess I was still feeling a bit
saucy and enjoying playing the role of seductress so we continued to drink
and talk while he slowly started caressing my stocking covered leg -
working his hand up and down the top of my thigh, reaching a bit higher
with each slow stroke until he was touching me under my skirt and above the
top of my stocking top.  I don't know at what point I made the decision,
and I'm not even sure if it was a conscious one or not, but it was then
that I knew I was going to let him have me.  I was nervous ' I'd never been
with a man before and wasn't sure how I'd react when the big moment came,
but I just felt a sense of inevitability about the whole thing (I'm sure
the alcohol haze must have helped too).
	We talked a bit more and as a slow song started playing my mystery
man asked me if I'd like to dance again.  I smiled, nodded "yes", and let
him lead me by the hand like some schoolgirl out to the dance floor again.
I let him pull me in close, my arms going up around his neck and his arms
going around my waist with his hands resting at the small of my back.  We
started moving slowly together to the music and again I looked up at the
mirror on the wall and saw what looked like just another couple dancing
together slowly.  I could smell his aftershave and feel the warmth of his
cheek against mine.  As we moved to the music his hands moved from the
small of my back and he alternated between running a hand up and down my
back to gently caressing my ass.  Again I was glad that my skirt had pleats
because my thong was doing a poor job of containing the hard-on I was
getting while we danced.  Finally the song ended and as I started to pull
away he tightened his grip around me, pulled me close and kissed me.  My
first instinct was to pull away but after a flash of resistance I quickly
started kissing him back.  When he pulled away I started to laugh because
my lipstick was all over his lips.  At first he looked puzzled about my
reaction but when I pointed to his mouth he quickly understood and started
laughing too.
	After wiping his mouth off with a tissue from my purse I started to
move back toward the bar.  But my new friend had other ideas.  He took my
hand with a knowing smile and started leading me toward the door.  I froze
for a moment - this was the moment of truth.  Was I actually going to let
this guy fuck me?  With my heart pounding under my bra covered chest I
started walking toward the door with him.
	The night air was cool and I always enjoy the feel of a breeze
blowing around my legs and under my skirt when I'm out en femme.  Since I
was a bit tipsy I asked him if he was going to drive.  He gave me a
devilish look and told me not to worry as he lead me over to a large SUV
parked near the back of the bar's parking lot.  The parking lot was
virtually empty and is not very well lit.  I noticed that this particular
section was almost completely in shadow.  As I moved toward the passenger
door he continued to pull me around to the front of the SUV - next to a
fence and even deeper in shadow - and proceeded to start kissing me again.
	Our tongues met and his hands were everywhere while we necked and
groped in the dark.  As we made out in the shadows he whispered to me how
much he wanted me.  At this point I was just about ready for anything so I
dropped down to my knees and quickly unzipped his pants.  His cock was
larger than mine and hard as a rock.  I wrapped my fingers around the shaft
and started to gently stroke him.  He moaned with pleasure and leaned back
against the SUV and I worked him up and down.  After a few strokes I leaned
in and slid my mouth down the head of his cock and started sucking on him,
using my spit to lube my hand as I continued to slide my fingers up and
down.  Now, I've never sucked a cock before in my life, but I know what I
like when it's being done to me so I just went from memory and continued to
work his tool with my mouth and hand.  I guess I was doing an O-K job since
he was leaning there with his hands on my shoulders and his head back
groaning softly.  I felt him start to stiffen up even more and figured I
was about to get my first shot of cum when he pushed me back and told me to
wait for a second.  He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked
the SUV with a loud beep.  I stood back up, unconsciously smoothing my
skirt down and straightening my jacket as he reached inside the cab of his
vehicle and pulled something out of the glove box.  When he closed the door
I saw what he had in his hand - a condom and a small bottle of lubricant.
Here it was - the moment of truth!  Somehow I never figured I would get my
cherry popped in some dimly lit parking lot - but then I've never really
been a romantic and the whole exhibitionist thing was kind of turning me
on.  He moved behind me and I could hear the wrapper from condom being torn
open.  After a few seconds he pushed me toward the hood of the SUV and with
a hand on my shoulder he had me lean over and place my hands on the hood of
the vehicle.  Bent over with my legs spread I felt him push my skirt up and
pull my thong to the side.  Then, balanced against his truck in my high
heeled boots I felt him start to push his hard cock into my ass.
	I'd expected it to hurt but there was no pain at all - only a
feeling of warmth and fullness.  He moved slowly at first, and then with
his hands on my hips he started to stroke a bit faster.  The sensations
were intense and amazingly erotic.  I could feel every inch of his cock as
he slid it in and out of my no longer virgin hole, the tight pull of my
garter straps across my ass as I continued to bend over, and the cool
breeze on my thighs, legs and balls.  It was incredible.  I was hard again
and as he continued to push his tool deep into my ass.  I reached down with
one hand and started to stroke my own cock.  It felt amazingly good and I
started quietly moaning, "Oh baby, fuck me...fuck me harder."  I tried to
pace myself but the excitement was too much and I came hard and quick with
a force that almost buckled my knees shooting my load on the front bumper
of his ride.  When I came I cried out with a low moan of ecstasy.  This
must have been too much for my new friend since I felt his cock get even
harder and he suddenly stiffened up, pulled my ass hard against him and I
felt his cock pulse inside me as he came.
	Still bent over with my legs spread I felt his cock softened
quickly and he pulled out of my well-lubed ass. I turned around, adjusted
my clothes and watched my new friend pull the condom off his withering
prick and tuck his cock back into his pants.  We both stood there in the
shadows for a moment, smiling stupidly at each other, each feeling awkward
because we both got what we wanted and it was now done.  Not knowing what
to do next, I leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek and
thanked him.  He gave me a goofy smile and returned the thanks.
	We walked back into the bar as the bouncer and several patrons gave
knowing looks - maybe it was the disheveled appearance of my clothes or the
self-conscious smiles on our faces but more than a few people at the club
could guess that I'd just been banged in the parking lot.  We parted ways
at the dance floor.  I wandered back to the ladies room where I fixed my
makeup and make sure there weren?t any jism stains on my skirt.  I spent
the rest of the evening chatting with the other CDs and occasionally
dancing.  Later I saw my new friend on the dance floor with another
crossdresser, his arms around her.  I'd already been replaced.  Fucked and
forgotten.
	As I drove home alone I stopped to fill my car up with gas.  The
wind once again swirled around my stocking covered legs, up my skirt, and
around my slightly sore ass.  And as I stood there in my high heeled boots
I marveled at the fact that I'd just let a complete stranger bend me over
the hood of his truck, push my skirt up around my waist and fuck me.
Somehow, I knew it wouldn't be the last time.