My black blouse fit snugly, stretching just enough over my chest, cut square across the bust.My makeup was shaky, but serviceable. Gay sex The parking lot was mostly empty, which brought a slight sense of relief to my ever-growing mix of nerves and excitement.“I’m here,” I texted Daniel. My black blouse fit snugly, stretching just enough over my chest, cut square across the bust.My makeup was shaky, but serviceable. His balls hung low and heavy. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was actually going through with it.My heart fluttered. Then, three little dots appeared—Daniel was already typing.“Omw.” That night, I wasn’t simply driving an hour to get fucked—I was venturing into my first sexual encounter as a crossdresser.About a minute passed before I managed to text Daniel back.“I absolutely love it.”***When I pulled into the motel’s parking lot, the night sky was thick and silent, except for the faint rush of freeway traffic somewhere out past the streetlights. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was actually going through with it.My heart fluttered. So I messaged him and sent a picture I’d taken of my ass in the shower.He replied a few minutes later, sending a picture of his cock.
