I am such a slut........7
I am such a slut........7
I couldnt believe that this was happening. I was so excited that I was shaking. I could hardly breathe. My first, my first real date dressed as a woman. I had met him over the internet on craigslist. We had talked. Exchanged pictures. And tonight, tonight was the night. I had checked into the hotel around five and began preparing. I laid my clothes out on the bed. My white panties trimmed in lace and my white thigh highs. My four inche white heels, open toed that would show off my pedicure and my pink toenail polish. A white lacy bra to push up my small breasts. A one piece dress, pink and tight that gathered at my waist and showwed off my ass and legs. I hopped in the shower and began shaving myself again just to be very smooth. The nair had removed most of the hair on my body. The shaving did the rest. I ran my hand across mybody and felt my boyclit stir. My body felt so good to me. I shampooed my hair and combed it through, pulling it back off of my forehead. I exited the shower and dried myself and applied some scented skin lotion to smooth my body. I loved the scent, lilac. it made me feel like such a girl. I sat down in front of the mirror and began to apply my makeup first doing my eyes with black eyeliner and mascara, exentuating my dark brown eyes...... then my lips. Applying lipstick. My now pink lips. the lips that tonight I would suck cock with. I puckered them together.mmm. I was in heaven. I reached for my new hoop earrings and placed them in each ear. Then I began to work on my hair. Brushing it. Blowwing it. Applying some gel to give it some body as I pulled it back and fussed with it, just like a girl would do. My dark brown hair, now a bit longer, looked very sexy. How good I felt as I looked at myself in the mirror. I snorted a little fairy dust to enhance my excitement. Looked at myself again in the mirror and smiled. Soon he would be here. What would we do? What would he do to me? I was so excited.
I began putting on my clothes when my phone binged that I had a text. It was from him telling me that he was on his way and that he was looking forward to being with me.........and that he wanted to fuck me. My pulse quickened at that thought. He had told me that he was well hung. Over seven inches he had said. I imagined how that would feel in my throat, how it would taste. I imagined how that would feel inside of me. Deep inside of me. I quickly put on my panties tucking my boyclit......clasping my bra behind me......rolling my thigh highs up my legs. Was this how a girl felt preparing for a date? I stopped realizing that as yet I had not put on my perfume. So I walked to the vanity and picked up the bottle of perfume. Obsession. I sprayed it on my neck and my wrists and rubbed them together like a woman would. Then I sprayed some, just a squirt, on the inside of my thighs....just in case. How good the smell was. One more hit of fairy dust.... I was feeling so good. So wonderfully femine. I continued to dress. My dress was next, stepping into it and pulling it up on me. Straightening it out. Then my shoes. How I loved to put on my shoes. How I loved to stand in them. To wiggle while I walked across the room. I felt so naughty. I felt like such a woman. I put on my tennis bracelet and the diamond necklace that I had bought for the occassion. What a wonderful night this was going to be. I cleaned up the room, turned on some light music and inhaled deeply smelling my perfume and lost in my thoughts of what the hours ahead might bring. I was in a trance, lost in my thoughts and this moment. Then came a knock on the door.