Car park meet
Once in a while I become Jill Gossard, a pretty 40-year-old tranny slut.
I wrote this story a while ago and first published it on swingingheaven, i have had a lot of meets on that site, here's a tale of one.
Last bank holiday weekend I had the house to my self and stayed dressed around the house all day. I spent hours on the Internet looking at pictures of other TVs getting into al kinds of sexy situations. I was going up the wall needing an opportunity to get myself some cock.
I had an ad on a swingers website but no one had actually gone so far as to arrange a meet. I then went onto one of the popular TV chat rooms and with the user line "want cock now" started to chat. Within seconds of logging on I was invited to a few private rooms. I was blunt with a few men sensing the cyber winkers and cutting them off.
I met William (name changed cos he asked me too!) and within minutes of checking each other out I sent pics and he liked me a lot we swapped phone numbers.
My mobile rang seconds later and in my girlish voice I spoke to him.
I only knew a parking area in Esher near the A3 in Surrey so I suggested that.It would take him half an hour to get there so I quickly applied fresh makeup and checked out my outfit.
I changed, a girl is never happy with the first out fit out of the wardrobe!
While I was sliding my stocking legs into a PVC pencil skirt (knee length not too tarty) the phone rang, William was there already. I told him I was slipping on my black lace blouse over a new long line white lace bra (tarty!) and would be there very soon. I was shaking as I gathered my handbag containing condoms, lube, tissues and lipstick and stepped out into the cool night air. How delicious as the air wafts my nyloned legs. I drove to the car park which took only 5 minutes. I needed to double back since I was followed by a police car right past the carpark! EEK. This got me even higher and I saw in the dark the shape of his car.
I drove around and parked facing the exit a few yards away from his car, with the engine still running he walked over and opened the door.
�Hi Jill� he climbed in and I killed the engine. In silence we sat facing each other and he complimented me ' you look as good as your pictures' he leaned over and kissed me.
Then we talked, he was making me feel very comfortable we talked of our experiences, his with TVs and me with dressing and some of the situation I have been in. it was nice he said some things you wouldn't normally say to a polite girl, he was open about fucking other girls like me, wow, girls like me!
He was stroking my leg and his fingertips flicked an inch under the hem of my skirt. I touched his hand to suggest he needn't stop there and he didn't, his hand was on my pubic bulge and he firmly rubbed it. I reciprocated by laying my hand in his crotch and he immediately undid his zipper, I reached into him with both hands and undid his belt buckle, with a shuffle of his hips his trousers were down to his knees and there was Mr cocky semi rigid for my pleasure. I kissed it. It didn't smell bad so I took it in my mouth and started to suck.
It wasn't comfy in the car me leaning across him like this but I was doing my girlish duty and I was in heaven. He got hard in my mouth, very hard and started to hump my face his hand on the back of my head gently pushing me onto his thick cock, the cock he uses in his hobby which is to fuck girls like me, with my mouth full I imagined where this monster had been: his wife, his girlfriends, his other TV lovers, I was now one of his T-girls. I felt I belonged to his group. His cock wasn�t long so didn�t give me the throat battering that isn�t such a pleasant thing for a girl with a strong gag reflex like me so I was able to keep up the sucking for a long time till he started to grunt and I felt and tasted the signal that I was about to be rewarded.
He came with a healthy squirt, thick and hot it filled my mouth and most of it lay on my tongue some slipped like oyster down my throat. I held him in my mouth for a little while longer, he stroked my hair, I slipped gently off his love stick and sat up the globby lump still on my tongue. I admit it didn�t taste particularly nice and I opened the door and spat the bulk of it onto the grass. We kissed again, with tongues. I felt like his girl. We chatted a while longer, all the time he was playfully touching me. I took his hand and put it to my breast, men rarely pay attention to my favourite part of being a girl I suppose because they aren�t real some feel it pointless but to look down and see a pair of hands fondling, weighing enjoying these objects of lust is a delight. He unbuttoned me a little and I tugged the fabric aside to reveal the ivory lace of my bra to the moonlight.
At around this point a Police car drove into the carpark, its blue lights flashed and a tiny roof mounted searchlight came on and started to swing around, they picked us out one at a time I froze, I felt more vulnerable than I had ever, I was frightened, embarrassed, I felt a real chill, it had all become very real. William was very calm and kept reassuring me things would be OK. They were. The cops drove off. I sat quietly It was very early morning I said I needed to leave.
William got out of my car; I got out too and felt the cold air again on my lightly nylon encased legs. My heals sunk into the soft ground and I walked round to meet my lover at the back of the car, we kissed passionately and he hugged me firmly I lay against the car and he pressed himself against me, he was hard again! I dropped to my knees. We fumbled together to release him again and I immediately took him again in my hungry mouth. I did as much as I could to make it quick and was rewarded with another gloop of his sperm, this time I swallowed, keeping him in my face till he was done. I stood up and we kissed again. He pushed himself between my legs (difficult in the pencil skirt) and hugged me so tight his three middle fingers pressed through my skirt at my hole and started to rub, I was ready for him but it was late and the incident with the police car was still affecting my nerves, I pushed him off. With out protest he accepted my rebuke and we kissed again and parted.
I drove home the taste of him still in my mouth. Within ten minutes I was home. I lit a slim menthol cigarette and walked up and down my street revelling in my femininity. I felt very free that night. I have contacted my man again and hope he wants more.
Wish me luck!
Jill
I wrote this story a while ago and first published it on swingingheaven, i have had a lot of meets on that site, here's a tale of one.
Last bank holiday weekend I had the house to my self and stayed dressed around the house all day. I spent hours on the Internet looking at pictures of other TVs getting into al kinds of sexy situations. I was going up the wall needing an opportunity to get myself some cock.
I had an ad on a swingers website but no one had actually gone so far as to arrange a meet. I then went onto one of the popular TV chat rooms and with the user line "want cock now" started to chat. Within seconds of logging on I was invited to a few private rooms. I was blunt with a few men sensing the cyber winkers and cutting them off.
I met William (name changed cos he asked me too!) and within minutes of checking each other out I sent pics and he liked me a lot we swapped phone numbers.
My mobile rang seconds later and in my girlish voice I spoke to him.
I only knew a parking area in Esher near the A3 in Surrey so I suggested that.It would take him half an hour to get there so I quickly applied fresh makeup and checked out my outfit.
I changed, a girl is never happy with the first out fit out of the wardrobe!
While I was sliding my stocking legs into a PVC pencil skirt (knee length not too tarty) the phone rang, William was there already. I told him I was slipping on my black lace blouse over a new long line white lace bra (tarty!) and would be there very soon. I was shaking as I gathered my handbag containing condoms, lube, tissues and lipstick and stepped out into the cool night air. How delicious as the air wafts my nyloned legs. I drove to the car park which took only 5 minutes. I needed to double back since I was followed by a police car right past the carpark! EEK. This got me even higher and I saw in the dark the shape of his car.
I drove around and parked facing the exit a few yards away from his car, with the engine still running he walked over and opened the door.
�Hi Jill� he climbed in and I killed the engine. In silence we sat facing each other and he complimented me ' you look as good as your pictures' he leaned over and kissed me.
Then we talked, he was making me feel very comfortable we talked of our experiences, his with TVs and me with dressing and some of the situation I have been in. it was nice he said some things you wouldn't normally say to a polite girl, he was open about fucking other girls like me, wow, girls like me!
He was stroking my leg and his fingertips flicked an inch under the hem of my skirt. I touched his hand to suggest he needn't stop there and he didn't, his hand was on my pubic bulge and he firmly rubbed it. I reciprocated by laying my hand in his crotch and he immediately undid his zipper, I reached into him with both hands and undid his belt buckle, with a shuffle of his hips his trousers were down to his knees and there was Mr cocky semi rigid for my pleasure. I kissed it. It didn't smell bad so I took it in my mouth and started to suck.
It wasn't comfy in the car me leaning across him like this but I was doing my girlish duty and I was in heaven. He got hard in my mouth, very hard and started to hump my face his hand on the back of my head gently pushing me onto his thick cock, the cock he uses in his hobby which is to fuck girls like me, with my mouth full I imagined where this monster had been: his wife, his girlfriends, his other TV lovers, I was now one of his T-girls. I felt I belonged to his group. His cock wasn�t long so didn�t give me the throat battering that isn�t such a pleasant thing for a girl with a strong gag reflex like me so I was able to keep up the sucking for a long time till he started to grunt and I felt and tasted the signal that I was about to be rewarded.
He came with a healthy squirt, thick and hot it filled my mouth and most of it lay on my tongue some slipped like oyster down my throat. I held him in my mouth for a little while longer, he stroked my hair, I slipped gently off his love stick and sat up the globby lump still on my tongue. I admit it didn�t taste particularly nice and I opened the door and spat the bulk of it onto the grass. We kissed again, with tongues. I felt like his girl. We chatted a while longer, all the time he was playfully touching me. I took his hand and put it to my breast, men rarely pay attention to my favourite part of being a girl I suppose because they aren�t real some feel it pointless but to look down and see a pair of hands fondling, weighing enjoying these objects of lust is a delight. He unbuttoned me a little and I tugged the fabric aside to reveal the ivory lace of my bra to the moonlight.
At around this point a Police car drove into the carpark, its blue lights flashed and a tiny roof mounted searchlight came on and started to swing around, they picked us out one at a time I froze, I felt more vulnerable than I had ever, I was frightened, embarrassed, I felt a real chill, it had all become very real. William was very calm and kept reassuring me things would be OK. They were. The cops drove off. I sat quietly It was very early morning I said I needed to leave.
William got out of my car; I got out too and felt the cold air again on my lightly nylon encased legs. My heals sunk into the soft ground and I walked round to meet my lover at the back of the car, we kissed passionately and he hugged me firmly I lay against the car and he pressed himself against me, he was hard again! I dropped to my knees. We fumbled together to release him again and I immediately took him again in my hungry mouth. I did as much as I could to make it quick and was rewarded with another gloop of his sperm, this time I swallowed, keeping him in my face till he was done. I stood up and we kissed again. He pushed himself between my legs (difficult in the pencil skirt) and hugged me so tight his three middle fingers pressed through my skirt at my hole and started to rub, I was ready for him but it was late and the incident with the police car was still affecting my nerves, I pushed him off. With out protest he accepted my rebuke and we kissed again and parted.
I drove home the taste of him still in my mouth. Within ten minutes I was home. I lit a slim menthol cigarette and walked up and down my street revelling in my femininity. I felt very free that night. I have contacted my man again and hope he wants more.
Wish me luck!
Jill
il y a 13 ans
