Gemma When they were growing up my daughter had a friend through a club they belonged to, called Gemma. She lived locally and my wife and I soon got used to her turning up on our doorstep most weekends and after school. Gemma's mum had been young when she had her and was still young and hot. I was secretly very pleased that the girls were such good friends, as we became friends with her mum too. The problem was that I don't think her mum was ready to settle down to being a mum. Gemma's dad lived a distance away and rarely saw her. There were a few different men over the years, who would live with Gemma's mum and who would try to be a father figure to Gemma with varying degrees of success. Gemma's mum was not a slut, but she was young, very sexy and had - let's say - commitment issues! So I think Gemma felt more at home with us, and we treated her as our extra daughter - in fact some people thought she was our daughter. My daughter and I always enjoyed rough and tumble and Gemma joined in too, jumping on me, all of us tickling each other, etc. and when she stayed over, as she did often, would share a bed with my daughter. Until she was into her teens, I would read my daughter a story at bedtime, and when Gemma stayed, she joined in, all cuddled up on my daughter's bed. Gemma loved it and would always ask for more and more stories. Sadly, Gemma's mum decided to move away, taking Gemma with her. The girls kept in touch with each other through Facebook and occasional phone calls and Gemma came back to stay a few times, but some of the old magic had gone. However, my daughter had a big party for her 18th birthday, and she asked if Gemma could come and stay - and actually could she stay a bit longer as she was having problems at home again. We said that of course she could, she could stay the whole week. Well, I had seen photos of Gemma on Facebook, and she had obviously taken after her mum, but nothing prepared me for the gorgeous, sexy, young woman, dressed in a short skirt and skimpy top, who met me and my daughter at the train station. She flung her arms round us, hugging and kissing us, much to the entertainment of passers-by. She had definitely grown up and I was very aware of the development of a very nice pair of tits which pressed into me as we hugged. Well, the party was that day and so I didn't have much time to talk with Gemma, as we were so busy. There were half a dozen girls who stayed over after the party, in various stages of intoxication and I stayed well out of their way, The next day I was also busy, driving elderly relations back home and it wasn't until evening that it was just my family and Gemma relaxing together. I found that I couldn't help staring at her - such a beauty she had become. I wasn't sure if she caught me admiring her a few times. That night, she slept downstairs in a spare room on a bed settee. My wife was asleep straight away, but I couldn't sleep. I lay awake for over an hour before I decided to put on my dressing gown and go downstairs and make myself a cup of tea. I was as quiet as possible, however, as I was making the tea, I suddenly became aware of Gemma standing in the doorway, tousle-haired, in pyjamas which did nothing to hide her womanly curves. "Couldn't sleep either?" I asked. "Nah. Can I have a cuppa too, please, Mike?" "Sure." I said, reaching for another mug. Aware that I might not be able to stop staring, I busied myself with making the tea, both of us chatting about the old times when she used to come and stay. When I finally turned to her, with her tea in my hand, I was shocked to see tears streaming down her beautiful face. I just managed to put her tea down as she flung herself at me. She buried her head in my chest and sobs racked her body. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. Shocked as I was, I could feel those tits pressed into me again, feel her soft curves as I hugged. Her tight. I was struggling to control a boner from developing. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, with me trying to soothe her, before she broke away, face flushed and wet. "I'm sorry Uncle Mike, it all got too much...!". I noted the "Uncle" had come back - like when she was younger. I found it strangely arousing. "Let's take our teas and go and sit on the settee and you can tell me all about it." I said, grabbing a pack of chocolate biscuits. We cuddled up on the settee, sipping our tea and eating the biscuits and the whole story came out, about how miserable her life had been, how she had - in a copy of her mother maybe - tried to find love with boys at school, until she began to get a reputation and all the girls hated her. "They call me a slut, but how can I be when I'm still a virgin. I've not actually fucked any of them. Ok so I gave sucked a few of their dicks and, it's true that most boys in the neighbourhood have seen my tits...!" The combination of the knowledge she was a virgin, the frank language she was using and the descriptions of what she had done was almost too much for me. I had been thinking of her tits at that very moment. Through her clothes they seemed to be firm, full and perky. I felt suddenly jealous that all those boys had seen them - maybe even played with them - and I had not. But, I put those thoughts from my mind as she talked on. I even heard myself giving her father-daughter advice, before we chatted about other stuff. We must have been there for an hour before I realised her head was beginning to droop and so suggested it was time she went to bed. She nodded, then put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on my cheek. Then pulling away from me she put her head on one side, cheekily, as I remembered she did when she was little. "Uncle Mike.... Could you read me one more story? Pleeeeeeaze!" Just like when she was little. I laughed and looked at her, realising her beautiful face was serious. "Ok, then." I had intended reading to her on the couch, but she stood, and taking my hand pulled me to my feet, then led me into her bedroom. I couldn't help admiring her pert arse in those pyjamas. She climbed into bed. I suddenly had a thought and opened a box to find the book which had been Gemma's favourite. My daughter had boxed it up a week earlier to take to a charity shop. In the half light, I saw the sudden pleasure in her eyes as she saw the cover of the book. I lay on the top of the duvet. Not certain that I could control myself without the duvet between us. She nestled into the crook of my arm, her head on my chest and I began to read. I had read 3 of the short stories - on her insistence - before I realised that she was now breathing heavily and had dozed off. I laid the book aside and lay there. I could probably have wriggled out from under her without waking her, but I was enjoying the moment: this beautiful young woman snuggled up to me, her arm across me, her head in my chest, feeling her body, even through the duvet, nestled against me. I thought about her body, her sexiness and felt my erection begin to grow again. I let it grow, this time. I was very almost asleep myself when I felt her move slightly. She rubbed her arm across my chest and stomach a few times. I laid still. Then her elbow collided with the bulge in my dressing gown and her hand paused in its stroking. Then I felt her head move as she must have squinted along my body in the half light. I still pretended to sleep. I felt her shift and gathered she was now looking up at me, trying to see if I was awake. I continued to keep my eyes shut and breathe heavily. She settled back down reassured by my acting, and I felt the hand start to stroke my body again, but this time it began to head south towards the bulge. Then suddenly her hand was rubbing my cock through the outside of my dressing gown, feeling along its length. I couldn't help it my cock twitched and I felt my body shiver at the shock of the touch. She paused again and I sensed she was looking back into my face, searching for a sign that I was awake. I continued my pretence, breathing heavily, eyes shut. After a moment, her hand started it's stroking again, then, without warning, it slipped inside the fold of my dressing gown. Gently she peeled the dressing gown apart and I could feel air moving on my legs and lower stomach. I realised that it was her breath as she stared at the shape of my cock through my underpants. Then she moved again to check I was still not awake, before she began to rub my shaft through the cloth of my pants. I was rock hard now and knew that the end of my cock, if not actually poking through the elastic was tenting the elastic enough that she would be able to see it. I felt her small fingers slip inside the elastic and peel away the offending material, releasing my cock to spring free. Once again she checked my face before I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft and gently start to wank me. Then she stopped and adjusted her position. I thought at first she was checking my face again, but somehow this felt different. I could feel her moving gently, then above the discrete smell of her perfume I caught a whiff of the musty smell of wet vagina. I couldn't resist any longer and my eyes sprang open. She was still laying on my right side, her head on my stomach now, still facing my cock, but she had kicked the duvet off so that she could cock her right leg up and now her right hand was deep in her pyjama bottoms as she gently frigged herself. Oh My God!!! What situation was I in now?! A girl who was like a daughter to me staring at my exposed erect penis whilst masturbating herself. Then she briefly let her pussy be, to once again wrap her fingers,which I guessed to be dripping with her pussy juice, back around my cock. She lifted it up and then to complete my astonishment, adjusted her position again, so that she now had my cock in her mouth. As her head began to bob, her hand travelled back into her pyjamas to find her pussy. Jesus Christ!! I could not cope with this any more. Whilst a small part of my brain realised that she was bloody good at this and that her neighbourhood boys should keep quiet when they are onto a good thing, the rest of my mind was in turmoil. Finally I moved, partly sitting up. "Gemma! No!!" I hissed. She jumped and my cock exited her mouth with a soft "plop". She turned her eyes towards me, momentarily shocked at being caught. "I thought you were asleep!" She whispered back, almost accusingly. "I was."I lied, aware that her fingers had not stopped their activity in her pyjamas. "We mustn't... You mustn't do this. You are like a daughter to me. This is so wrong!" Her fingers stopped and she brought her hand out, glistening. "But it doesn't feel wrong. It feels right. It feels very, very nice!" She said showing me how her fingers glistened with pussy juice. "Doesn't it feel nice?" She said, wrapping those wet fingers again around my dick. My dick twitched. "See, HE really likes it," she accused. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand off my cock. But she moved up my body, on top of the rucked up duvet, our bodies now not impeded by the barrier of the duvet. Her face was close to mine and I could feel her right tit laying on my now uncovered chest. In fact I could definitely feel her erect, aroused nipple pressing into my chest through the thin fabric of her pyjama top. Shit! How much did I want to rip open that top and take that firm nipple into my mouth to suck on. But with the last remnants of my self control. I managed to croak out "No Gemma!" As quick as a flash she moved again, swinging her leg across me, she now sat astride my stomach, this time she took my wrists and held them above my wrists as she leant her face close to mine. I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against the cloth of her pyjama bottoms, and imagined my pre-cum making a damp mark on the light coloured cotton. "Uncle Mike." She said - the "uncle" both thrilling and scaring me. "It is true what I told you about me being a virgin. But I don't want to be. I want to lose my virginity to someone very special to me. I want YOU to take my virginity, Uncle Mike." I stared into her beautiful, earnest face, unable to speak, trying to process what she had just said to me, my mouth open in shock. Then leaning further forward, my mouth was suddenly filled with her squirming tongue. Unable to help myself any longer, I kissed her back. After a while she broke off and sat back, releasing my wrists. Then she said "here they are - you've been staring at them enough! And with one deft movement pulled off her pyjama top to reveal her naked breasts to my eager gaze. I was not disappointed. They were everything I had imagined and more. Firm, full, curving upwards, with protruding nipples. She reached for my wrists again and brought them to her, placing each of my hands onto each magnificent tit. I felt them soft and warm, with a pointy nipple pressing into each palm. "Oh God, Gemma!" I exclaimed, my hands beginning to gently play with each breast. She leant forwards again and we kissed again. Those tits had done it for me. There was no stopping me now. I slid my hands round her sides and down towards her pert young arse, slipping underneath the waistband of her pyjamas and gripping a firm young buttock in each hand. One hand slid further and she gasped as my fingers found her wet pussy lips. I rubbed her lips and she began to grind into my hand. She was soaking wet and very aroused. "I guess that's a yes then!" She gasped. In answer, I let one of my fingers enter her and she threw her head back and squeaked, just stifling herself in time. My family were still all upstairs asleep (I hoped). "Wait!" she said springing off me and nearly dislocating my wrist. She closed the door and then standing in front of me in the half-light, slipped her pyjama bottoms over her hips, she then wiggled sexily until they formed a pile at her feet. She was now stark naked in front of me and my eyes could not get enough of her. She was simply stunning. I moved to take off my pants but she stepped forwards and did it for me, deftly sliding them down my long legs, then she crawled on hands and knees along the length of my body, she let her beautiful breasts rub along my cock, nearly making me cum just with the sight of that action. But I wanted my cock to be deep in her body, robbing her of her virginity, taking away her "innocence"... So I took her shoulders and pulled her up me, until she was sitting astride my cock, which was still not in her, it's length pressed against her pussy lips, which I could feel hot and wet. I saw a moment of concern on her face, as she paused above me. "How should we....?" She started. "Take my cock and guide it into you. Lower yourself onto it slowly. You can be in control. If it hurts too much you can stop." She bit her lip and nodded - that simple action nearly made me call a halt, as it made her look like the small girl I had known. But then I looked at that fantastic body. She was 17. Legally old enough where I come from. If not morally right, at least legal! But she was already making the decision, kneeling up, taking my cock in her hand and gently impaling herself on it. I reached for her shoulders to help steady her. My god her pussy was tight, but so well lubricated that I was sliding in easily.then I sensed a pressure at the end of my cock - my god, she really was a virgin intact! I saw pain on her face and, resisting all my natural urges to thrust into her, waited for her move. She looked into my eyes, nodded once, then thrust herself down. She let out a soft cry and I saw tears spring from her eyes. I let her fall forward to me and I kissed her eyes. "You, ok?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah it hurt like hell, but it feels good too. Just give me a moment." "Of course" We kissed gently. I could feel my cock held firmly by her inexperienced vagina. Then very slowly, almost tentatively, she began to rock her hips as she began to ride my length. She kept letting out little gasps of pain, but then moans of pleasure too. Soon the moans came more readily than the gasps. She arched away from me and my willing hands again found her beautiful tits. I had kept still for as long as I could, but now nature was taking over and I began to thrust with her. Her eyes sprang open and she moaned louder then bit her lip. "Don't know how long I can last!" I said urgently. "Ok.... On..... Pill....!" She said through gasps. I guessed she wasn't far off orgasming herself. I looked down and could see my shaft entering her, hear the slurping of her wet pussy, smell the sweet, musky scent of her sex, feel her nipples rock hard in my hands. The assault on my senses was too much and - thrusting hard I shot my load into that hitherto undefiled pussy, I felt jet after jet leave me. Then, she too, was out of control, writhing, arching her back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, before she collapsed back onto me, her face by my left ear. Her breath hot and ragged. I wrapped my arms around her holding her tight, feeling the sweat on her back. Then she was crying again, her body racked with sobs. I started to apologise, but she firmly planted her lips on mine to cut out my words. I could taste blood on her lips and it made me think of the blood which must be on her other lips too. She stopped kissing me and leant above me. I could feel the tears dripping onto my face as she spoke to me urgently, passionately: "Please don't ever apologise. That was fucking incredible. Yes it hurt, but not much" (I think she lied) "Shit, Uncle Mike! I actually felt you cum inside me. I actually felt it and that made me have the most incredible orgasm I ever had! I wanted this so much - did you not realise I have fancied you for years. I have actually fantasised about this loads of times. But this was way better. Thank you, Uncle Mike!" (Once again, the 'Uncle Mike'). Then she was kissing me again hard on the mouth. I could feel my cock getting flaccid, but still inside her. I could feel our sticky, combined cum juices on me. "I need to clean up", I whispered. She slid off me and let out a small, amused "Eeewww!", then hand in hand, we hastened to the downstairs bathroom. In the light, I could see her blood on my cock. She grabbed a handful of tissue and shoved it between her legs then knelt in front of me and started to clean my cock. When I tried to help, she playfully slapped my hands away as she gently cleaned me up. When she was done, she planted a little kiss on the tip. And so began a very happy few days for me. Each night I would sneak back downstairs and me and my daughter's friend would fuck like rabbits. At the end of the week, I offered to drive her home and, on the way, found a quiet lay-by and we had one last goodbye shag in my car. She hasn't been back to stay for a few months, but I am quietly encouraging my daughter to invite her friend back again soon....!

The Pill - part 2 ============ This is the second chapter in the story of my adventures in London, on the day when I took a small pink pill and my face and body transformed into that of a beautiful young woman. However, I knew that I only had 24 hours before the effects wore off and so determined not to miss any opportunity as I had a day of sexual adventures, some planned, some on the spur of the moment. The story so far: I had started my day in the back of a van, in a multi-storey car park, choosing the outfits I would wear during the day, and discovering the wonders of my new female body... ======================================== Leaving the safety of my van behind, I practiced walking like a woman across the multi-storey car park to the lifts. I had practiced walking like a woman in front of a mirror over the last few months, and had even watched myself on video a few times. It was much easier now I had the body of a woman - and a very gorgeous one at that - thanks to that small pink pill. I pressed the button for the lift, and doors immediately opened on my right, with a grinding sound. Walking through the door, I was face to face with a full-length mirror. I almost stopped walking, at the wonderful sight - this was a much larger mirror than in my van and in the bright light of the lift I could see every detail. I was HOT! I was busy admiring myself when I heard the sound of a disapproving tutting. In some embarrassment I only then noticed the short, elderly, black lady glaring at my preening. Shaking her head dismissively she punched a stubby finger at the lift button marked "G" and the doors ground shut. I smiled apologetically, but she turned away. I realised that she had probably never been as beautiful and sexy as I was now. She was jealous. I smiled to myself - if only she knew! We reached the level for the shopping precinct and the doors ground open. With a winning smile at her, I flounced out, putting everything into my walk. Heels clicking, I walked purposefully through the mostly-empty shopping centre, swinging my hips and being as sexy as I could. I smiled at the startled, drab early shoppers. One elderly man, long beige raincoat, out shopping with his wife, stared open mouthed at me. I smiled and blew him a kiss from my red, lipstick-coated mouth and saw him go red and beam sheepishly at me. His wife looked confusedly at him, then following his gaze caught me winking and turned back furiously to bundle him away. I laughed and carried on my way. One guy walking the other way was staring so intensely that he walked into the edge of an empty stall. It seemed to catch him in a very painful place. I nearly offered to rub it better - but maybe not! Leaving the shopping centre, I joined a small group of people on the pavement waiting at a pedestrian crossing. In my peripheral vision I saw a middle age man move closer to me. As the lights changed for is, and the group of people started to move, I felt his hand in the small of my back: "After you, my dear." As I moved forward, I was surprised to feel his hand slide down my back and pat my arse. Dirty old sod! I walked up the hill to the station, feeling eyes watching me, went through the barrier and just made it on to the packed commuter train. I moved along the aisle between the packed seats. A young man, quite good looking had been watching me approach. He hitched a winning smile onto his face, stood up and in a deep voice, offered me his seat. I had been getting this train for years as a man and nobody had ever stood up for me. I carefully rubbed my pert bottom across his crotch as we squeezed past each other and felt his semi hard cock press against me. I let my hand trail across it too. I smiled and his pleasantly shocked expression, got to the seat and sat down, but I sat as a man would, and my tight black skirt and heels restricted me so I landed in a heap on the seat rather than a graceful ladylike descent. The woman next to me huffed and I turned to apologise to her, feeling a bit flustered. When I faced forwards again, opposite me was a florid, bearded man, with bad glasses. He appeared to be in some consternation. I saw him look at my face, gulp then look downwards at my body. I suddenly realised I was sitting like a man too, with my legs apart . My short skirt had ridden up and the guy was getting a good eyeful of my stocking tops, my smooth thighs and, above them, my black, lace thong. I put my hands on the insides of my thighs and moved them up my legs. His eyes bulged, his face went even redder and his mouth hung open and he was actually starting to dribble. I began to worry for his health - I might give him a heart-attack soon, so I closed my legs trapping my hands in between my thighs. I turned my legs sideways a bit and smoothed down my skirt. The show was over for him. I became aware of a man's crotch, just next to my left shoulder. Looking in the glass panel behind the florid perv opposite me, I could see it was the gallant young man who had given up his seat. He had a phone in his hand, but wasn't typing on it. He seemed to be holding it at a slightly strange angle above me. As the train jolted around a corner he was bounced forward and he was pressed against my shoulder briefly. I could feel his cock hard against my bare shoulder, which the thin material of my white blouse did not cover. Thin material. Low and tightly buttoned. I suddenly realised what was making him hard, and what he was doing with his phone - he was enjoying a down blouse experience! I decided he deserved an extra treat for his earlier kindness and, shutting my eyes rested my head back against the seat, giving him even more of an even better view to film on his phone. I almost supposed I could feel the heat from him a few inches from my left cheek. It was hot on the train and I had to sue press a giggle as I thought of another treat for him. I fanned my face with my hand. Eyes almost shut - as my head was still back, I could just see his phone, with its small camera poised just above me. Keeping the look of being too hot, I fanned my face with my hand and then, taking my blouse just above the button , pulled it away from me, as if to let the air circulate, but actually giving the young man an unrestricted view straight down my blouse to my barely fettered tits. I wafted the blouse back and forth for a bit. I felt him shift slightly, maybe to get the best angle. My eyes snapped open. I was looking straight up into his camera. I winked and smiled, to show I knew exactly what was going on. I moved my shoulder slightly against his cock and felt him give a small shudder. I could smell a salty, slightly sweet smell. Had he actually just cum in his pants at the view of my tits. Surely not. I kept my head back and he filmed for another minute or so, before putting his phone safely away. A few minutes later we reached London Bridge station. I stood up - a lot more ladylike than when I had arrived. To pretend to steady myself, I held onto the back of my chair; my hand a mere couple of inches from Mr Cameraphone's straining bulge. As I moved round behind him, I let my hand trail across that bulge, giving his cock a little squeeze through the material of his trousers before I let go. "Thanks for the seat. I hope you enjoyed the view" , I whispered huskily. In his ear. He jumped out of his skin and made to turn, but I was already edging between people in a bid to get off the train and into fresh air. I walked down the platform, remembering to apply my sexy walk, through the ticket barrier, throwing a winning smile to the guard - much to his obvious pleasure- and headed down the escalator to the underground. I normally walked down on the left, but remembered my heels - low as they were - and stood on the right. I enjoyed the stares of the men (and some women) who were coming towards me on the up escalator. One enterprising young man, who had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, plucked a flower from the bouquet and passed it across to me with a flourish. I laughed genuinely and loudly as I took it. Thank you, I called to his disappearing shape. The platform was crowded, as was the train, when one arrived a few minutes later, with the morning commuters as they headed off on the last leg of their journeys to offices in the metropolis. We all crammed together, doing our best to avoid eye contact, as is the London commuter's way. But it was almost impossible to avoid touching people. At the next station, as even more people got on we were pushed together. A, tall attractive man was next to me. I turned a quarter turn, so that I had my back to him. As the tube train lurched, he was pressed against my back and bottom. I could feel him behind me. I gently pressed my arse back into his crotch. He didn't back away. I moved gently against him, with an action that could be passed off as the motion of the train. After a short while, I was rewarded by feeling him start to harden - his cock pressed between the cheeks of my rather delicious arse. Doing this, with a complete stranger, on a packed train and with so many people pressed around me was making me feel very turned on. I could feel my heat deep inside me. I was beginning to breathe harder as I worked my arse more and more. He was rock hard now and pressed against me. I could hear his breathing too, just behind me. Suddenly the train jolted to a stop and the lights flickered, as they do. I made my decision instantly and turned to face him. I looked up into his handsome, if surprised face. I slipped one hand between us and the other high on his shoulder, fingers round the back of his neck. Deftly I unzipped his fly and saw his eyes widen in shock. I smiled at him and winked as I reached in to his suit trousers. He was wearing boxers with a button fly. I undid the buttons and pushed my fingers through them and wrapped them round his shaft. I pulled it out. I saw the panic in his eyes and he looked from side to side at the other passengers, then back to me. "Undo your jacket" I whispered, and he did, pulling it to either side of us. It wouldn't hide much, but it seemed to calm him a bit. I held his cock, pressed against my belly for a moment, savouring its warmth, then started to slide my hand up and down the shaft. He let out a moan and half shut his eyes. The moan was loud enough to startle a woman to look up from her book and look at his face over the top of her reading glasses. Little did she know that his cock was out for her to see if she just looked down. This turned me on even more. I wanted to rub myself, for him to rub me, but he was standing rigidly, one hand holding onto a metal pole and the other by his side. The knuckles on the one holding the pole had gone white with the force of his grip. But, suddenly as if reading my mind, he put the arm by his side round behind me, the hand gripping my arse and pulling me hard against him. It was hard for me to masturbate him now, as my arm was trapped between us, but as the train jolted back into motion, our bodies separated enough for me to give his cock a few good tugs. "Oh God!!" He moaned through gritted teeth. Suddenly we were at my station. "Come with me," I said. And, not waiting for an answer, led him out of the train by his cock - not caring who saw. There were a few startled gasps, so some people definitely did see. Not many people get off at that stop and the platform soon cleared. The train doors slid shut and the train jolted forward a few yards, then stopped again. Faces peered out at us, casually wondering why we were still standing on the platform. I was standing there, holding the guy's stiff member, whilst he stood there meek and abashed. His cock must have been hidden from view by his jacket tails. I looked down at it. In my usual guise as a man, I had no interest in cocks, but since taking that little pink pill this morning, I seemed to have developed a fascination for them. His penis matched the rest of him: long, straight and fairly good-looking. I was suddenly filled with a craving to suck that cock; to suck and suck until he blew his load in my pretty mouth. I looked wistfully back at all the people just a few yards away from us, locked behind their windows, crammed together in the train; some still idly looking at us. I looked back down to his cock, then up into his handsome face. "Fuck it!" I said, my decision made and I saw the look of panic come back into his eyes. I quickly knelt in front of him, on the smooth concrete floor, pushed back his suit jacket so all on the train could see and took his cock in between my ruby red lips and began to suck. I put a hand on each cheek of his arse and pulled him to me. I heard him let out a high-pitched gasp and make to move away, but I gripped his arse harder and sucked more strongly, beginning to slide my mouth up and down his shaft. I looked up into his face and saw his stricken expression and had to stop myself laughing. I heard muffled commotion from inside the train as people became aware of the show going on in front of them. I took my mouth off his cock and looked at the commuters watching open mouthed. I licked all round my lips, tasting his salty precum. I grinned at the faces and turned back to the job in hand - sliding my mouth over his penis again. I encouraged him to start thrusting with my hands on his arse, then suddenly his hands were behind my head and pulling my head on to him, his cock was filling my mouth, nearly causing me to gag. I looked up at him and his face had transformed: he was no longer embarrassed, but his base animal instincts had taken over and all his focus was on reaching his climactic goal. Suddenly with a series of even stronger thrusts, I felt his cock swell and it seemed even hotter, then a fountain of salty-sweet, sticky semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed the first spurt involuntarily, but then kept the next loads in my mouth as he shot them into me with animalistic grunts, his face contorted with pleasure. When his thrusts had finally stopped, trembling, he slipped out of my mouth, I turned my head to our audience and opened my mouth wide to show them all his cum. I then closed my mouth and drank it all down. I opened my mouth to my audience again. Then the funniest thing: they all began applauding! Even the prudish lady with the book gave me a smile and even a thumbs up. My gallant victim helped me to my feet and, in a moment of pure comedy we bowed to our audience, then burst out laughing. I threw my arms round his neck and gave him a big wet kiss, as finally the train began to pull out of the station. "Errr. Wow! Thank you!" He said. "I don't even know your name..." "And I don't know yours either." I said. "Let's leave it like that - it is more exciting." "It's going to be difficult," he said worriedly. "I have a fiancée and..." "... And you've just had an amazing blow job from a very beautiful lady in front of a train-load of people!" I said, laughing. "Let's just leave it at that, and you'd better hope nobody on that train recognised you!" "Thank you." He said earnestly and smiled handsomely at me. I could hear people arriving on the platform behind me and glanced down. "You'd better put that away!" I admonished him. I reached up and kissed him again. "Goodbye, Mr Stranger. Your cum tasted divine!" I turned on my heel and walked away from him, towards the Way Out sign I put on my sexiest walk for him and hoped he was not being too distracted by the sight of me to remember to put his dick away!

Early in the morning, I parked the van in the multi-storey car park and sat there looking out over the rooftops of the shopping centre which serviced the needs of this drab London suburb, without really noticing what I was looking at. My mind was elsewhere. It was a major decision I was taking; the potential for disaster was huge, but the rewards, if it all worked as promised, would be immense: a dream come true, if only for a day. I looked down to the small pill case in my hand, surprised that I was holding it, as I did not remember having taken it out of my pocket. I flipped open the lid and looked at the contents. There was just one pink pill, no larger and no more prepossessing than any other pill I had ever seen, except maybe for the colour and - I looked closer - a small, white, Chinese character on the side of the pill. The man who I had bought it from, for over £200, had been very clear in his instructions to me. The effect would only last for 24 hours and I should plan everything out for that day, down to the last detail. I should aim to not miss a moment, as I could only do this once, as to take a second pill may kill me. I closed the lid of the pill box again and sat back, shutting my eyes, to go through the plan in my head again. I had spent weeks planning for this moment, I could not have forgotten anything! My eyes snapped open. I was wasting valuable time. I was procrastinating because of my nerves. I climbed out of the van and gave the reflection in the van's window a stern look. Then, a moment of doubt and my hand rubbed my chin. Should I have shaved? Well too late now - if I returned home to shave, I may never come back here again. I refocused my eyes through the window to check that I had not left anything behind that I might need and stepped round to the back of the van. I opened the back door and looked in to the neatly organised results of my weeks of planning. I climbed in, sat on the chair I had placed there, switched on the small light and shut the van door. I locked the van from inside so I would not be disturbed, then panicked - suppose I could not get back out! I pulled the handle and the dismal grey car park was once again revealed to me. I sighed, shook my head at myself and closed and locked the door again. Pull yourself together! In the dim light cast by the van's interior lamp, I plugged in and switched on the brighter light of the battery pack. I found my bottle of water and took a quick swig; my nerves had made my mouth dry. Right! It was now or never. I took a deep breath, popped the pill into my mouth and took a good swig of water. I then shut my eyes, sat back and waited. Nothing! My stomach gurgled loudly in the quiet of the van. I opened my eyes and looked across at the reflection in the long mirror opposite me. My familiar face looked back. What a waste of money! Disappointment started to wash over me. My reflection started to blur; was I actually crying? But when I looked at the finger which had just rubbed my eye it was dry. As I stared at it, my finger seemed to be getting smaller, narrower. I extended all my fingers, opening my hand in front of my face. It was not just my finger, my hand was also shrinking. It seemed to be changing shape and texture too. The callouses were softening, the lines on my palm were becoming shallower. In excitement, I dropped my hand and looked back to the mirror. My reflection was still very blurry. "What the...!?" I felt something crawling down my neck, spider-like. I jumped and moved to slap it away and only found long hair, but in the sudden movement I had knocked my glasses askew and when I looked back to the mirror, no longer looking through the lenses, I knew that magical pink pill was working. The reflection was no longer of a middle-aged man, with hair going grey and too much belly. The clothes were the same, but the shape inside them had changed. Was still changing. I jumped to my feet - and banged my head on the roof of the van. I grabbed the top of my head and sat back down. My hands felt a full head of hair: long, luscious hair, no bald spot. I moved my elbows apart and looked back at the reflection. Looking back at me, in what were becoming badly fitting clothes was a woman - looking a bit like my ugly twin sister if I had one. As I watched, fascinated, the greyness of the stubble on my chin was changing, smoothing, pinkening. The shape of my jaw was changing too, my jaw bones were moving inwards, making my face more pointed. I was aware of a dull ache in my jaw, like I had just eaten a particularly chewy toffee. I continued looking at my face; my nose, which was quite broad and large was narrowing, reducing, turning up at the end, and the indent below my brow was filling, making my eyes deeper, larger. I was aware of a dull ache in my face as these changes gradually happened. My receding hairline was coming forward and my hair was darkening, browning back from the grey it had become. My skin was smoothing, I was now looking like a less ugly twin sister! My eyes travelled down the reflection in the mirror. The clothes looked - and now felt - wrong. I wondered what the body inside them looked like. But I realised that I didn't have to wonder! I stood up - more tentatively this time and started to unbutton my shirt, hands shaking with excitement. My wrists brushed against something - breasts! I slowed down the rate of my unbuttoning, enjoying looking at the skin gradually being revealed; much smoother than my usual skin - and with no hair on my chest, not that I had much, but now there was none. My fingers undid the last button and the shirt hung with a gap of a few inches apart, revealing a much flatter tummy than I was used to seeing. I slowly pulled the two bottom sides of my shirt apart, revealing more of my smooth, hairless belly. Gradually the two halves of the shirt moved apart. I could feel the roughness of the shirt sliding over my nipples. I realised I was holding my breath, not blinking as the last inch of the shirt slid away each side of a perky pink nipple; the sensation of the last rough stitching of the shirt travelling over my nipples producing an involuntary shiver in me from the wonderful sensation. I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. I looked down at myself, for the first time not looking in the mirror, to the unusual sight of smooth, hairless skin and perky boobs and the ripe, pink, protruding nipples. My gaze passed on to my jeans, which were now loose and saggy around the waist, held up now by my wider hips. I unbuttoned them and let them drop, automatically wiggling to help them on their way. I looked at myself in the mirror and wiggled again. My god, I was sexy! I stepped out of the crumpled heap of denim, losing my shoes as I did so, realising how much my feet must have shrunk. My boxer shorts were also hanging strangely and I slipped them off to looking with relish in the mirror as I performed my sexy wiggle again. I looked to where my cock must be standing to attention, judging from how turned on I felt, only to see nothing but a neat bush of brown hair. I moved my feet apart a little more and tentatively reached down below the bush, to feel soft vaginal lips. Instead of a rock-hard cock, my arousal betrayed itself as heat and moistness. I ran my finger along the crack of my new vagina and let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. I sat back on the chair and parted my legs, then parted my pussy lips so I could see myself in the mirror. I ran that finger along my vagina a few more times, then let it slide into the hot moist opening. Oh my god! That was incredible! I looked at the reflection of my body as I gently, even cautiously began to masturbate. Had my breasts got even larger? I squinted directly at them. I am sure they had. The hand, not engaged in rubbing my vagina moved up my body and moved over my right breast, fingers gently brushing the nipple. Oh, shit, that felt amazing too. My skin was alive with sensation as my middle finger continued to slide in and out of my pussy. My index finger joined it. Then they found my clit. I moaned louder and closed my eyes, living through each sensation. I snapped them open again to look at myself in the mirror. Looking back was a stunningly beautiful woman masturbating in a van above a pile of discarded male clothing: fingers now rapidly sliding in and out of her shining, wet cunt, while her other hand squeezed and rubbed her tits. The sight was the final straw and I had my first orgasm as a woman, bucking forward and back on the chair, which somehow stayed upright, completely consumed in the most incredible sensation. I now understood how it felt like for a woman, with waves of heat and pleasure ebbing and flowing through my whole body for second after precious second until I could cope no more. I slumped into a heap, exhausted. I vowed to myself to have as many orgasms today as I could manage. After some moments to gather myself, I looked back in the mirror. I was now looking at a very beautiful woman. I seem to have lost 10-15 years in age. My boobs now looked to be a C or D cup even, and my figure was stunning, slim waist, wide hips and incredible legs. I was going to have fun in this body, but couldn't spend the day sitting on the van. I looked over to the rack of clothes I had been secretly purchasing for the last few months. Of course, I could not have known what size I would be, or what would suit me, so there was a range. I opened a bag containing different sizes of underwear, first pulling out a pair of large "Bridget Jones" knickers. I discarded them and pulled out a black lacy thong. I pulled it on and it fitted perfectly. I looked in the mirror and smiled. Oh, man! Next out of the bag came a lace, black suspender belt. I put it round my waist, but it was too loose. I dug again and came up with one two sizes smaller. Next I opened a pack of sheer black stockings. It took me a couple of attempts before I had them right. Next came the choice of bra. I had guessed right, I was between a C and D cup. In the end I chose a lacy, white C cup, because of how it pushed my new tits upwards. Nice rack! I thought. My eye travelled along to the few party dresses, hanging on a rack on their coat hangers. My favourite one was a gold dress - consisting of not much material - with a short skirt, low cut top, plunging back, and the rest figure-hugging. I wondered if I had the figure for it, how it would look. I tried it on and looked in the mirror. I would have to lose the bra, but the rest was fantastic. Best of all, the dress would gold very small and not crease: I could take it with me to wear in the evening later. I took it back off and put it on the chair. Instead I chose a white, sleeveless blouse, with buttons that could be left undone, if required and a tight, short black skirt, which just covered my stocking tops. I chose a pair of shoes, whose heels were not too high - I wasn't sure how practiced I would be in walking in high heels and put them on. I put on a necklace, bracelet - with some difficulty (how did girls do this?!) and even a nice feminine watch, I had bought as an afterthought during my preparations. Now I was on to the final accessories. I picked up a black handbag and carefully folded the gold dress into it. This left me enough room for a couple of other items: a spare thong, the cheap pay-as-you-go mobile phone I had bought, a wedge of cash and, after a few good sprays, my favourite ladies' perfume, sunglasses, a hairbrush, then after some very careful application, a lipstick. That had been something I had practiced for a few weeks: applying lipstick. Having looked at myself in the mirror, even by the less than perfect lighting in the van, I didn't need much make-up; I was gorgeous! But, as a man, I had always liked lipstick on a girl - so sexy! I stood back to admire the effect. Perfect! I opened the door of the van and stepped back out to the car park. A few more cars had arrived in the hour or so that I had been in the van, but the car park was devoid of people. I took the small magnetic box from the back of the van, locked the van, put the key in the box and affixed it, well out of view, in one of the wheel arches. I double checked that nobody had seen me, took a deep breath, and started the walk to the car park exit; to the outside world and adventure. To be continued...

A few months ago, I started a new job. The job took me around the country, often to locations far from home, where I would stay in some easily forgettable hotels, which usually, at least, were blessed with free WiFi. I would generally arrive the night before attending client meetings the next day. This gave me many opportunities to enjoy my old hobby of cross dressing. Now, I am straight, but - for as long as I can remember - have enjoyed the thrill of dressing as a woman. I have never gone out in public, and my wife has no idea, so it is a very private hobby, except that recently I have taken to appearing in chat rooms, always with my face hidden. Only very occasionally would I find a woman in these chat rooms, and they would usually work out I was a guy quite quickly. However I found I was quite turned on by the reaction of some guys who were slower on the uptake. I would happily get into the character of a lonely housewife and could lose myself in that fantasy, while some random bloke tossed himself off in the belief I was really a woman. Over a few months, I had secretly expanded my wardrobe and had eventually even got a makeup starter kit. One trip took me to some instantly forgotten town in the Midlands, where I stayed in some hotel, which was part of a faceless chain. I ate a rapid dinner and, excitedly, headed up to my room to get dressed up for an evening of playing. I fortunately checked my work email first to read that the first meeting had been cancelled and so I could have a lay-in, as my first meeting was now not until 11:30, the next day. This meant "extended playtime" for me. That evening, I found a few partners to play my games with, but nobody really exciting. There was one woman who took a while to work out I was really a guy, then was quite curious asking me a load of questions. I think I nearly convinced her to flash her tits for me, but the connection froze- which was deeply frustrating. By 1 am, I was feeling horny, quite daring, but unsated. I thought of the extra time I could have in bed the next day and decided to take my games to the next level and do something I had never dared to do before. I decided to take a walk along the hotel corridors en femme. I spent some time over my make-up. It wasn't very good, but it did make my face look a bit more feminine - if I squinted. It took me some time to finally pluck up the courage - I am not particularly brave and was petrified by the idea that someone might see me, but I also recognised the thrill it was giving me, the adrenalin coursing through me. I spent a full minute peering through the spy hole in the door, before opening the door a crack and peerIng out. Then I put my head out and looked both ways along the corridor. Deserted. I could feel my heart pounding. A thought suddenly entered my head: suppose I had a heart attack out there, and was found in drag. What would be said to my family?! I was being silly. It was the middle of the night, nobody was around. I took a few deep breaths - well as deep as my tight black corset would allow - and stepped through the door. I slowly closed the door behind me. At the last possible moment, I remembered my pass key. I had nearly locked myself out. I dashed back inside and picked up the card and kissed it. Lipstick smudged on it, which made me chuckle and lifted my spirits. With my key now in my hand, I stepped back to the door, gave another look up and down, then walked out of the door into the still deserted corridor, hearing the door click behind me. Already the thrill of what I was doing was beginning to over-ride my fear. I walked along the corridor towards the lifts, trying to concentrate on walking well, and as femininely as possible in the unfamiliar shoes. I am tall, so had got shoes with not much heel, but even the 2 inch heels felt very tall to my untrained feet. I tried to swing my hips as I walked and loved the sound of my stockings rubbing together. I realised this was the furthest I had walked. I turned the corner at the end of the corridor into a shorter corridor, which had a large mirror at end of it, and the lifts off to the left. I watched my reflection advance. I noted that my legs were too splayed when I walked: I had observed women tended to put one foot much more in front of another. I went back to the start of the corridor and did it again. Better, but my arms were wrong. Ah! Women tend to let their arms swing back further. I tried that, but had got it wrong - I looked like a footballer warming up! I tried it again with my arms closer to me. That looked much better, don't forget to sway my hips. This time it looked good. If I ignored the dodgy makeup, I would have believed it was a woman walking towards me. A sexy one. I walked right up to the mirror and - in a moment of spontaneity - kissed it, leaving a smudge of lipstick. I giggled, enjoying the moment... Until suddenly I heard the soft ping as a lift arrived, before I could react, the doors began to open. I was trapped, with nowhere to go; nowhere to hide. I pressed myself into the corner. I was just beginning to believe that it was empty, when a woman stepped out of the lift. She stood and swayed slightly, obviously quite drunk. I willed her to turn right and not notice the shape hiding in the corner. I believed she could probably hear my heart thumping against my ribcage, as though trying to escape. She looked right, away from me, then in awful slowness, turned her head back to the left towards me. She suddenly saw me and started. She blinked a few times and tried to focus on me. I stood paralysed as a frightened rabbit as she staggered towards me, peering at me. "Hello. You alright? I'm a bit pissed...!" She slurred, coming towards me. Then as I moved away from the corner, standing upright: "Oooh! Very tall...!" She still advanced on me, peering at me. "Hang on, are you a bloke? You are, you're a bloke! Oooh, are you a traverst..., transverse..., a wadjamacallit?!" She asked. I was mortified. She was being quite loud, so I shushed her. It sort of helped, as she shushed herself: "Sshhhhh! Shhhhh! It's a secret. He.... She.... Ummmm? Nobody must know. Ssshhhh! Are you gay then? Why do you like wearing women's clothes? You look verrrry sexy!" And she giggled. I could have run away at that stage. Maybe I should have done. But maybe I was worried she might call out. Also, she didn't know me, I didn't know her, what did I have to lose? Emboldened by my anonymity, I decided to answer her instead. I explained I was not gay - far from it. I explained that the clothes made me feel very sexy - didn't she feel sexy when she dressed sexily. She thought about this, her brow furrowing prettily under her mop of dark curly hair. She nodded. She was now standing quite close to me, looking up into my face; she was only about 5'4". Then she got the giggles looking at me. "Who did your makeup?" she suddenly asked. "It's terrible!!" I could have reacted, but realised that her makeup was very good, and suddenly I heard myself agreeing with her, explaining I had no experience and asking her to do my makeup for me, to teach me.... She considered for a moment, then giggled. "Sure, why not. It will be a laugh!" A thought suddenly struck her, and she furrowed her brow again, looking serious. "You're not one of these weirdos though?!" Solemnly I shook my be-wigged head, with its badly daubed on makeup. The irony lost on her, if not on me! So we walked back to my room, girls together. Back in my room, she looked at my small collection of makeup. She tutted. "Hmmm, I need to get some things of my own. I'll be back in a minute." And so saying, she left. I sat there, wondering what I was doing, wondering if she would come back and whether she would bring the hotel manager back with her. Then there was a knock at the door, and she was back with a more comprehensive makeup kit. I could scarcely believe that she had returned. She somehow seemed to be less pissed now; more focused on the job in hand. I sat on the edge of the bed and she took her jacket off - she was in business attire: a short, tight skirt suit, white blouse - and sat in the chair opposite me. She spread her makeup tools out on a table next to her. She started by taking off the existing makeup, working away on my face, leaning in, with her legs crossed. Once she had finished scrubbing my face with various wipes, she started working with powders and creams and asked about what I did when I was dressed. After a moment's hesitation, I decided in for a penny, in for a pound, so told her about the various chat rooms, like Omegle, Chatrandom and Chatroulette. I described how I try to be as feminine as possible for as long as I can. I explained about people exhibiting themselves on the sites and that, although I was not gay, how I got excited by the fantasy I spin; how I got excited by the excitement of my partner on the cam. Once I had started to talk, I found I could not stop. I had never told anyone about this hobby of mine before. I realised that she had stopped working and was sitting, brush in hand, listening to me. I wondered what her reaction would be. Finally she asked if I ever revealed myself and I explained that I did show my dick at the end of the the cam session and that I generally got one of two reactions: one that they liked it and one that they would swear at me and stop the session. She nodded, but didn't say anything, just got back on with my makeup. I was aware of the close intimacy between us as she was doing my makeup, sitting facing and close to each other, our nylon clad knees occasionally touching, occasionally rubbing together when she turned to pick up another brush, or pen. We were close enough that I caught glimpses down her blouse as she leant forward. I began to notice her more as a woman - not sure why I hadn't already. The fear of when I was caught, probably. She was quite pretty, her hair in close-up was wavy more than curly, now I looked at it. I guessed her age to be mid 30s, maybe 10 years younger than me. She had a nice enough figure, quite wide hips, but slim-waisted - I guessed she didn't have children, although she was wearing a wedding ring. She leaned in even closer now as she began to do my eye makeup, putting a hand on my shoulder to steady herself. I could feel her breath on my face, smell the sweetness of the drink she had been consuming a few hours ago. I began to get turned on by the situation, the closeness to this stranger, the conversation and the occasional glimpses of her flesh down her blouse. It was hard to hide my growing excitement in the short, tight Lycra skirt I was wearing. I had tucked as best I could, but as I became aroused, my dick unfurled, getting caught up with the knickers I was wearing. My skirt tented very obviously. I tried to shift in my chair to hide it, but only succeeded in making my discomfort, and my arousal more obvious. I caught her looking, and smirking. Finally she finished my makeup and had me stand up and look at the results in the mirror. I gasped in astonishment. You could almost not tell I was not female - my face looked beautiful. Almost, as the tent sticking out the front of my skirt kind of gave it away! Almost coyly, she suggested that I went on cam and would I mind if she were to watch. I asked if she wanted to join in, but she shook her head and sat in the only armchair in the room. I lay out on the bed and positioned my laptop and camera, so that we could both see the screen, but she was out of shot. She watched fascinated as - for the first time in my life - I positioned the camera to show my face. I started the search for a partner. An old, fat guy showed up first, so I moved on. There were a couple of cameras, just filled with some guys' dicks, then I got to a younger, more good looking guy. He had a t-shirt on and the camera was focused on his upper half, not his cock. "Him?" I asked. She nodded enthusiastically. - keen to see what would happen next. He was already reacting to the unusual site of a beautiful "woman" on cam with him. I guessed he had been on the site for sometime and had got bored. "Please don't go...!" Was his first, hastily typed message. So we began to chat. It was ideal for me, as he didn't get straight into trying to get me to flash stuff at him, so I had time to tell him my fantasy story: how I had found this site in my husbands internet history and had been on previously when I said I had been turned on by all the fit men wanting my attention. How this was my second time on, how I had put on sexier clothes, but was still quite shy. He was being very nice. He said he was 26. I said I was 35 (she said I was a liar!). Eventually he asked whether I wanted to play. She told me to ask him to take his shirt off, and thus our roles became defined: she would give instructions, either for me to type, or for me to do (I had the mic muted). As the young guy and I start playing together over the cam, I could see that she was getting turned on too, she was moving around in the chair, one hand pressed on the outside of her skirt, the other playing with her tits through her blouse. She was pink-faced and breathing quite hard. By now, I had shown him my tits (moobs work quite convincingly, when partly concealed by the hair from a long auburn wig) and my panties - hiding my cock with my hand, as I had often practiced. Eventually I typed to him to say I had a couple of surprises: firstly I revealed my cock to him, telling him how hard he had made my "clit". It was partly true, I think that knowing she had been watching me had made my cock harder still. His reaction was good. He laughed and said I was still very hot. Then I said now for my second surprise, and I reach out for her hand, and turned the camera to face her - quite slowly, so she had time to escape, but she didn't move. Her skirt had ridden up somewhat, as she had turned and twisted, revealing her thighs. She waved coyly at the astonished man on screen. Then, unbidden, she got up and joined me on the bed. I made room for her. Her position caused her tight, business skirt to ride up revealing her white panties through the darkness of her tights. Both the guy on screen and I watch as she begins to rub her sex through the combined material of her knickers and tights. I could smell the hot sweet scent of her arousal as she pressed her fingers to her pussy and rubbed harder. The guy on screen was now masturbating furiously and I began to do the same. She peeled off her tights and pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and was now running her fingers along her pussy lips. I looked back at the screen, the guy had written "Take them off PLEASE". I said this to her and she immediately peeled off her underwear, rolling her skirt higher, so it was round her waist, exposing her wide hips, beautiful rounded arse and scenting pink pussy, with it's neatly trimmed mound of dark hair. She now started to work her fingers into her pussy, first one, then two, lifting her arse off the bed in pleasure. I slowed down the rate of my own stroking, to enjoy the show for longer, but I saw it was too late for the guy on screen as his cock jerked as his sperm shot from the end, his whole body jerking. She was watching him intently as she frigged herself. "Oh my god, I haven't seen a guy cum like that!" She said. The guy watched us for a while longer - his dick getting softer until he typed his thanks. Then he obviously nested us, as another guy appeared, a bit fatter, a bit older, but already sporting an erection of quite some size. At the sight of the two of us he started pumping away. The effect she was having on him, spurred her on and she began to frig herself with renewed vigour. He typed a word in another language. She and I looked at each other. "What does that mean, she asked." "He wants to see your tits." I replied. I don't know if that was what he meant, but I wanted to! She unbuttoned her white blouse, to reveal a lacy white bra, glimpses of which, I had seen earlier when she was putting my makeup on. She reached behind her to unclip it, matter of factly, but I said "Do it seductively - watch his face". They guy's eyes were bulging and he was licking his lips hungrily. She laughed loudly, then slipped one shoulder strap off, then flicked the other one off playfully. He was leant forward, staring intently, absent-mindedly wanking himself as he focused on her striptease. She rubbed her tits through her bra, then put one arm across the front of her bra and reached behind with the other, but couldn't quite undo it like that. "I'll do it." I offered, without thinking. She put both hands on her tits and I knelt up and moved round half behind her, my cock poking out at right angles beneath my rolled up Lycra skirt and above my stockings. I looked at the image we made on the screen and my dick gave a twitch. I was aware that the end of my penis, glistening with precum was just inches from her smooth, slightly freckled shoulder. I wanted to touch her skin with it, to break that boundary, but the thought it might somehow ruin the moment stopped me. I reached down and unclipped her bra. She worked it loose with her fingers, all the time covering her breasts with her "hand-bra". I remained kneeling next to and slightly behind her, watching the image we made, watching the guy's reaction. She began massaging her tits slowly, enjoying the effect she was having on the guy on the screen. He was staring fixedly, unblinkingly, wanking hard. I was stroking too, but slower - just enjoying the show. She was turning herself on even more, she was opening her fingers slightly, giving the guy glimpses of her nipples through her fingers, teasing the hell out of him. Then two things happened almost at once, she opened her hands so he could see all of her tits and he blew his load; 3 big jets of cum, all over his keyboard. "Wow!" She giggled. "I never knew my little tits would have such an effect!". We both laughed as we watched the guy trying to mop up his now sticky keyboard. Her tits were quite nice, milky white, with quite small, but prominent nipples. However the way she had teased the guy with them had done for him. Suddenly he must have cleaned the wrong button and his image disappeared. "I wonder who will be next." She said - she was enjoying herself now. I stepped to one side and got myself re-dressed, doing my best to tuck away my cock, so that I could appear again as a woman. She looked at me and followed suit, stepping away from the camera to do the same thing - although not putting back on her knickers or tights. We had just finished adjusting our clothing when the site found someone else. The image was just a small dick on a fat man, we flipped to the next, then the next, then another one. After the fifth or sixth there was a very young looking guy in bed, with a sheet covering his lower half. Our camera was just showing my empty bed, with the covers rucked up. She moved back into shot and the guy started. I joined her too. The lad's mouth drooped open in surprise and his hand wormed under the sheet and he started fapping, his acne-ridden face turned towards us. "Careful. How old do you think he is?" I said. She looked askance at me. "I reckon he is only 14 or 15" I said. She leant forward and tapped the question on the keyboard. He replied he was 17. Bullshit, I thought. He interpreted our looks correctly and started typing away, pleading us to stay and play. "Flash him your tits if you must and let's move on", I advised, not wanting to be arrested as a paedophile, but remembering how pathetically grateful I would have been to see real tits at his age. She laughed and unbuttoned her blouse, while his hand busied itself vigorously beneath the bedsheet. I too - remembering he thought I was a woman - pulled down my top to reveal my bra. He goggled at the two of us. We both put our fingers underneath our bras and together counted 1-2-3, then lifted them. Her tits flopped out, my moobs wobbled a bit. As I leant forward to click on the NEXT button, my last view was of the goggle-eyed teenager as his hand was moving too fast for the camera to pick up. I had no doubt he would cum soon, and dream of us "girls" for months to come. His image disappeared and we just had time to sort our clothing out before the next image appeared. This time, it was a fairly good-looking guy, shirt off to reveal a well-muscled torso, but with his lower half covered with track suit bottoms. "Ooh! THAT I like," she purred... He obviously liked what he saw too, as a wide grin spread across his face. "Can you hear me ok?" The sound came as a surprise, his voice a slow American drawl. We both nodded. "Can he hear us?" She asked. I said he couldn't at the moment. "Let's leave it like that!" she said, and when he asked about our microphone I typed back that it wasn't working. We chatted for a bit, him asking us questions, us typing the answers, but I could tell she was getting restless for some action. From his chat, I could tell that he was fully convinced we were both women. He asked if we were lesbian, or bi. I answered I had never tried it. He said now was our chance to try... We looked at each other and giggled. He started asking us to show something - I typed back that she wasn't wearing knickers! He asked to prove it - she swore at me good-naturedly and knelt gradually spreading her legs, so that her skirt rode up to reveal her neat, hairy mound and pussy. I asked what he was hiding in those jogging bottoms, and he flipped back the elastic and out popped a pretty huge, erect cock, which he slowly started stroking. "Fucking hell, that looks nice!" She said, absent-mindedly rubbing a finger over her labia. I spread my legs too, skirt also riding up, using a technique I had learnt to hide my cock behind my hand as I pretended to stroke my pussy through my knickers."I want you two girls to play with each other." He said. "You are soooo hot." "I'm not" I typed back. "You are. You're hot!" He replied. "Hot, yes. Girl, no" I revealed, moving my hand and pulling my knickers to one side. Out sprang my dick. The guy leant forward, toggling at the screen. I noticed he was now pumping harder. "Oh... My... Fucking... God...!!!" He said. We both laughed at his expression. "I definitely want you playing with each other now!" I shook my head, but suddenly she had reached out and her small manicured hand had grabbed my dick hard and had begun to yank. I looked into her upturned face in shock and then she was kissing me hard, her tongue probing my mouth. After a moments hesitation I was kissing her back, then my hand was traveling down her body to reach for that hot, scenting pussy. She was so wet already and getting wetter as we kissed. I began to frig her, sliding my fingers into her moist hole. She gasped before clamping her mouth back onto mine. We were both so turned on, we nearly forgot the guy on the cam, until he suddenly groaned loudly. We broke off our kiss just in time to see him cum for us; jets of spunk firing from his jerking cock. His whole body jerking spasmodically, such was the strength of his orgasm. We were so busy with each other, we barely noticed another guy appear on cam - staring open mouthed at us. Suddenly she dived onto my cock, wrapping her lipsticked lips around my shaft and starting to suck me off. It was one of the most incredible feelings I have ever had. I had blow jobs before, obviously, but she was better than I could have believed possible. By now I was frigging her pussy so hard, I was in danger of developing RSI! Then all at once she suddenly started to climax, wildly and loudly, her whole body bucking to my touch. I too was about to orgasm, and said so. "Not in my mouth!" she said, taking hold of my dick in her hand again. Just 2 firm strokes later I came all over my skirt. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. When it was over, I realised there was some old Indian guy on the cam, I wondered how many people had been on the cam and had seen us! She laid back exhausted on the bed. I switched the camera and laptop off. Then I took my cum-drenched skirt off. I moved the laptop off the the bed and stood beside her, my dick sticking out of my knickers, above my stockings. She lay there on my bed, her blouse partly unbuttoned, skirt hitched up, knickers off, fanny presented to the world! She was nearly asleep from the exhaustion of her orgasm. I manoeuvred her gently below the covers, carefully taking her blouse and skirt off as I did so. I took my blouse off too and got into bed with her. At first I was going to sleep in my wig, but then decided it was too warm and itchy, so removed it. We lay cuddled up in the spoons position. It had been months since I had been intimate with my wife - we had been married a long time. Added to which this lady was much sexier. I love my wife, but I was imagining making love to this woman, who moments before had my dick in her mouth, creating sensations I didn't think were possible. I was getting turned on again by the thought that I was laying beside her, just dressed in my lingerie as she was in hers. My stiffening dick was now pressing against her knickers, as she lay in my arms. I could feel the heat of her sex through her underwear. She was asleep now, breathing softly and rhythmically. I wondered if I could just pull her knickers aside and slide my cock inside her. But realising that she was asleep, this would be wrong. She may even cry rape? I settled for rubbing head of my cock against her knickers, feeling her pussy, hot beneath the thin material. That felt very nice, but it wasn't long before I too fell asleep. ---------- When I woke up the next morning, she was lying facing me, a confused expression on her face. I wondered how much she remembered and asked her. "I remember having a load of fun last night, learning things I never knew. Like how sexy a man in drag could be!" she smiled. Then, suddenly asked "Did we fuck?" "No." I replied honestly. She pulled back the duvet and looked at us both in our lingerie. Suddenly, without warning, she reached for my morning glory, which was poking out from my black lace knickers and gave it a few solid tugs. Then without saying anything, and completely by surprise, she pushed me onto my back, rolled on top of me and, kneeling above my cock, with one hand, guided my cock into her already wet vagina. Silently she began to ride me - her eyes on my startled face. I had not even begun to move, she was doing all the work; grinding away, her mouth opening now, her cheeks reddening, her breathing faster, her eyes never leaving my face. Suddenly she grabbed my long auburn wig from the bedside table and, not breaking rhythm, handed it to me. "Put it on, Michelle!", she ordered. Startled, I did my best to pull it on. Then my body started, unbidden, to react and I started thrusting into her. Still our eyes never left each other. I could feel the heat from her pussy, her wetness was dripping onto my thighs. She was getting hotter. I reached up and slid my hands under her bra and onto her small breasts - feeling the stiffness of their nipples against the palms of my hands. I could feel the muscles inside her contracting on my penis and finally our gaze broke as she shut her eyes and threw her head back as she surrendered to her orgasm. I could feel the heat surging in me too, and made to pull out. "Fucking cum inside me, you bitch!" She gasped through her orgasm, her thighs clamping me there, and so I did and my god, it was good. The sensation of my hot jism filling her, sent her into another orgasm. With this one she was making gutteral animal noises in her throat. There could be no doubts from the rooms either side, on exactly what we were doing, and how much she was enjoying it! When her second orgasm subsided she collapsed on top of me, our bras pressed together, she was still twitching as her muscles spasmed with the effect of an incredible orgasm. Then her lips were on mine and her tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms about her and we kissed long and passionately, before, just as suddenly, she rolled off me. We lay there, cooling off, not talking. Finally she said to me "you need to go and clean all that makeup off your face, before you go to work. Go on. Go!" As bidden, I got to my feet and went into the bathroom, where I started scrubbing my face. I stepped back out of the bathroom to say I was going to have a shower and did she need the bathroom. But,the sound of a click behind me told me the hotel room door had just closed. She had just left. On the bed were her bra and knickers and also some items of makeup from her collection. She had written a little note on a sheet of hotel paper. "For your collection. Wear them and think of me...!", it said. I never saw her again, but I followed her request, and whenever I wore her underwear and applied her makeup, it was like a talisman - I always had a good time...

Secret crossdresser from UK