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Carol's Night Out
Or "A Transvestite Adventure"
By Carol Holloway
PART I - Carol's Journey
Just as I opened the front door, a cool breeze sprang up from the darkness,
coiling itself around my legs and creeping seductively under my dress and up my
thighs. Instinctively, I pulled my black overcoat tightly around me to keep out
the admonishing chill as I flicked off the light switch in the hallway, stepped
out onto the gravel path and turned to lock the front door of my ground floor
flat. I popped the keys safely away into my handbag, snapped the fastener shut
and walked down the path towards the gate, listening contentedly to the
reassuring soft sweet crunch my high heels made in the gravel as I placed one
foot in front of the other. When I reached the gate, I stepped up onto the
pavement and closed it behind me.
Turning on the ball of my foot and with the click of my heels now echoing in the
cool night air, I started to walk the hundred yards down the street to the bus
stop in the comforting glow of moonlight.
Linda only knew me as Carol and she thought she knew everything about me. After
all, she and I had been friends almost to the day I moved into the area a few
months ago in August. We both needed a woman of about our own age to talk to and
I guess something just clicked when we met at the make-up counter of the local
chemist. She was choosing some lipstick and had asked me what colour I was
wearing because she thought it might suit her.
As girls do, we'd got chatting about make-up, clothes and things and decided to
have lunch together. Since then, we'd met up just about every week and I'd been
round to her place for coffee for what seemed like dozens of times. I guess she
appreciated some company while her husband was at work and I suppose we'd become
quite close, confiding a lot in each other and sometimes giggling as we exchanged
secrets over a bottle of wine.
Of course, the one thing I hadn't confided to her was that I'm really a
transvestite.
Actually, I knew she'd probably have found that exceptionally hard to believe,
considering how I looked these days - especially how I looked as I walked down
Cranbrook Road on the night I'm talking about. My golden blonde hair was long and
had been permed in loose curls - it literally flowed behind me in the soft breeze
as I crossed the road at the cul-de-sac. With each step I took, my legs relished
the gentle, restraining pull of the suspender belt straps on my stockings and the
tight black dress I wore clung to my body closely and hugged it like an attentive
lover.
I've always been turned on by the restrictive feeling of a woman's clothes and
the almost voluntary bondage she enters into when she dresses. The high black
suede heels were snug and comfortable on my feet and I was so used to walking in
them that you'd think I'd been in stilettos all my life. Over my shoulder I
carried a crimson clasp handbag, which almost overflowed with make-up, barely
leaving room for my cigarettes, lighter, keys and money. I held it protectively -
hugging it close to the curve of my waist with a manicured hand that was
enticingly tipped with long red nails. I'd chosen gold jewellery to match my
hair.
Large-hooped earrings, a golden heart pierced by an arrow on a neckchain and a
few rings on each hand. Of course, I'd spent hours on my make-up. A dark cherry
red lipstick, golden eyeshadow and blusher with a thick dark lash lengthening
mascara. I looked terrific that evening - I felt it and I knew it.
Linda had told me all about herself, and she'd also told me lots about Chris, her
husband - things that only two girls feel able to discuss with each other. I knew
we'd been invited to a night out at a club in the West End for her friend Julie's
hen night. There was a male dance and strip act and I was really looking forward
to that, but I had other plans too - plans that I was looking forward to even
more. I checked my watch. I was going to be very early but that wasn't a problem
- in fact it was all part of the plan.
I turned the corner at the High Street and walked down to the bus stop, where two
men and a young dark haired woman in a brown fur coat, black pencil skirt and
high heels were already waiting for the number 123. Of course, there was once a
time when that would have sent me scuttling back to my flat, nervous and
trembling like a virgin in bed, facing her first sexual encounter. Not anymore.
I'm much more secure and confident as Carol these days and those memories seemed
like they belonged to another person.
I can still remember the time I was tricked into the local hairdressers for my
first blonde perm, wearing a mauve pencil skirt, stockings, heels and a black
blouse. The hairdresser, a young blonde herself would have dropped her hairdryer
if I'd told her I was really a transvestite who needed a more feminine style.
When she had finished and I looked in the mirror I could hardly recognise myself
with golden blonde hair, cut in a fringe but long and straight at the sides and
curling gently under at the ends. I felt like a new woman when I left the salon.
I spent the best part of a year living a double life until one day I made the
decision.
I gave notice at my flat and as Carol, I rented another in a different part of
town. On my last day I plucked up the courage and deposited all my old clothes
with a grateful assistant at the local Oxfam shop. The next morning I took the
train to my new flat, as Carol and I don't intend to change back ever. I can
still remember my landlady's face when I handed over the keys. Still, that's
another story.
So, I just walked up to the stop as bold as brass and sat down. I crossed my legs
femininely and placing my handbag on my lap, I flicked the clasp open, took out a
packet of cigarettes and lit one. I knew smoking was bad for me but I loved the
tarty look it gave me too much to give it up completely. As the lighter flared
and I inhaled, I took a sly glance at the two men, both in jeans and leather
jackets, who were sitting alongside of me. I was glad to see that they were
checking my legs. Trying to be subtle they were pretending to be looking up the
High Road for an approaching bus.
As I took the cigarette from between my lips and exhaled, I mischievously
uncrossed and crossed them again the other way, loving the way their eyes
hungrily followed every move of my Lycra clad limbs as I smoothed my dress. The
woman seemed unimpressed and distracted but I noticed the way she moved a little
closer to one of the men, presumably her boyfriend, and started making small talk
as if marking her territory in the presence of a rival.
As I sat there smoking my cigarette, I made sure of keeping their attention
firmly fixed on me by making a few adjustments to my hair and a having quick
search through my handbag as if looking for something. As I said though, she
needn't have worried. I had other plans that evening but that wasn't stopping me
from having a little bit of fun at her expense. I was sure that the next time she
climbed into bed with her lover, she'd be trying her hardest to make it extra
special, just to try and let him know he wouldn't get it better elsewhere, least
of all with some little tart at a bus stop. Of course, he'd probably be imagining
the blonde curls of my hair and eager cherry red lips between his legs when she
gave him head though. If there's one thing a man can't resist, it's a blowjob
from a blonde.
Just as I finished my cigarette and ground it out beneath the sole of my shoe,
the lights of a bus became visible as it turned the corner about two hundred
yards up the road. Linda's house was only a short ride away and I could already
feel the excitement building in me as I went over the details of my plan as the
bus drew up and opened its doors.
PART II - Carol's Plan
The bus journey passed surprisingly quickly and almost before I had a chance to
collect my thoughts, I found I was standing outside the front gate of Chris and
Linda's house. Well, there was no point in standing around outside all dolled up.
Time was wasting and an early arrival was a crucial part of my plan, so I took a
deep breath, tossed my hair back, trotted to the front door and rang the bell.
As I'd expected, it was Chris who opened the door. Chris is Linda's 'faithful'
husband who I'd caught checking my legs over a hundred times in the past. The
man, I might also add, who would flirt outrageously with me when she wasn't
around and who had run his hands over my bottom on several delicious occasions.
Chris, who was the object of tonight's plan. Pretty soon he was going to get the
best blowjob of his life and he was looking at the lips that were ready to give
it to him.
"Hi, Carol," said Chris, smiling at me in his usual rather inviting manner. "I'm
afraid you're a little bit early, love. Linda's just this second climbed into the
bath."
I could hear the sounds of running water from the landing but somehow he didn't
seem too concerned by the idea of having me all to himself while his wife was
safely out of the way upstairs. As much as I love them, men are a bit predictable
at times.
"Oh, I was sure she said come round at seven," I lied, brazenly.
Linda had said eight, and an hour would be more than enough to complete my plans.
"Well, it'd be daft to turn back now. Come in and have a drink. She'll only be
about half an hour or so." He motioned me to come inside.
I walked through the door and accepted Chris' offer to take my coat. He slipped
it off my shoulders with his strong hands and hung in the hallway cupboard. While
I waited, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Soft golden curls framed my
face - that forty pounds in the hairdressers had been money well spent - and my
gold earrings glinted mysteriously in the hallway light. My makeup, especially my
new cherry lipstick, looked perfect. In fact, I wondered how Chris had resisted
just taking me and fucking me there and then on the staircase, with the sound of
his wife bathing in our ears as his hard cock slid in and out of me. I'm sure he
was thinking of it and I'd have been willing. Oh, I'd have been so willing but
unfortunately I wasn't equipped to carry it through. He'd have to be content with
my mouth.
I'm proud to say that men quickly find they have good reason to be content with
my mouth.
Chris stood aside, curled a muscular arm around my waist and guided me towards
the lounge. I brushed close past him as I entered, making sure I was close enough
for him to smell the sweet aroma of my Chanel No. 5 perfume. I could feel his
eyes, even though he was following behind me. Of course, he started with my
shoes; I knew he loved high heels - and thanks for that little snippet of
information, Linda - so I was wearing a four inch black suede pair especially to
tease him.
Poor Linda, for all that confidential girlie chat, all you were doing was
instructing me in the best way to seduce your lover. His eyes wandered up my
calves, past my thighs and rested on my bottom, which I risked wriggling
provocatively as I moved towards the couch. He was remembering, as I was
remembering, the times he'd felt it and I knew he'd like to feel a great deal
more than that.
"What would you like to drink," he asked as I sat down. "I've got just about
everything you might ask for."
"Oh, could you fix me a gin and tonic," I replied, brushing the curls of my hair
off my face - I didn't want to rise to the bait too quickly, despite the obvious
way he intended that last comment to be taken.
"Coming right up, honey," Chris said, and poured a generous measure of Gordon's
into a tall glass, topping it up with a splash of tonic and a few cubes of ice
from the fridge in the kitchen.
A few sips of the gin and tonic relaxed me, so I couldn't help suppress a smile
as Chris came to sit next to me on the sofa after fixing himself a scotch, even
though there were two armchairs free. I crossed my legs towards him, making sure
he got a glimpse of my stocking tops and suspender belt strap, and placed the
glass on the coffee table.
I opened my handbag and took out a cigarette, which I put between my lips and
began pretending to fumble in my handbag for a lighter. I knew exactly where the
lighter was, of course - but men do seem to enjoy lighting a woman's cigarettes
so much and I'm never one to refuse a man anything that may pleasure him. It also
ensured he got a good look at the packet of three condoms I kept in my handbag
and if he was sharp on the uptake, to notice that there was one missing. I
couldn't think of a better way to let him infer that I was both sexually active
and available. Poor boy, he probably thought it was him who was making all the
running.
"Here, let me," he said, quickly producing a lighter.
"Oh, thanks," I said. I leaned forward, pointed my cigarette into the flame and
inhaled.
Daringly, I maintained eye contact as I exhaled the smoke upwards towards the
ceiling and flicked my hair, smiling encouragingly.
"You look very sexy tonight, Carol" he said, smiling. "Where did you get that
dress from? It looks amazing on you." he added in a joking sort of way.
Well, I must admit, the dress did look rather good. It was a black one piece with
a heart shaped neckline. It stopped midway down my thighs, showing just enough
leg to get any man interested.
"Miss Selfridge's, I think. I get most of my clothes from there." Then I added,
"...except for my undies, though - they're from M and S."
Now there was a come on if ever I heard one. I was quite proud of how quickly I'd
thought of it.
It seemed to have the desired effect. Chris moved closer and placed a hand on my
stockinged thigh - I did nothing to discourage him but I moved a little closer
and looked up into his eyes. If he wanted me, I was giving him all the signs.
He began stroking my ear and playing with my earrings. "Well, what's on your mind
tonight, Carol", he asked, mockingly innocent.
"Well, that depends on how long we've got - and, how long you can get," I purred,
licking my top lip and tossing my hair again.
Suddenly, he gripped me by the shoulders and pushed his lips onto mine. I
returned the kiss and opened my mouth to receive his tongue. We kissed for a few
minutes and as much as I was enjoying it, I felt the need to press my plan a
little further.
Linda wouldn't be in the bath forever.
"We've haven't got too long. Linda will be out of the bath before too long and I
wouldn't want to ruffle my dress." Actually, I didn't want him to discover I had
a cock, but it seemed a plausible enough answer. "I don't mind smudging my
lipstick though, so perhaps you'd like me to suck this for you,"
I suggested as I stroked his errection through his shorts. I noticed how he
swelled slightly when my lips said the word "suck".
"All my lovers tell me I'm very good at it," I added mischievously.
I suppose his answer was as predictable as night following day.
Chris smiled, stood up and quickly slipped his off shorts, which were threatening
to burst as it was. When I finally saw his cock, freed from its cotton prison, I
let out a small, involuntary gasp. It was twelve inches long easily, tipped with
a big red knob that made me just ache to run my tongue over it and make it shine.
It rose up hard, thick and straight, reaching up well past his belly button. A
big heavy pair of balls that seemed almost swollen with the promise of the prize
they intended to deliver into my mouth sat threateningly at the other end.
Immediately, I started imagining how his cock would feel and taste in my mouth
and I was shocked to notice that I had instinctively begun to run my tongue over
my top lip.
I'd sucked quite a few cocks before, but I'd never been confronted by one quite
so big and good looking as this one.
Now Linda had already told me he was well endowed, and she had also mentioned
that he really got off when a woman sucked his cock and let him come in her
mouth. The silly girl had added that she wasn't too keen on it herself and he was
just too big for her to be able to take more than half without choking. When I
heard that, I knew I just had to suck him off - I just had to give him what she
couldn't.
Thanks, Linda - I couldn't have done it without you though, involuntary as your
help was. The thought my friend innocently soaping herself clean in the bath
while I was down here swallowing her husband's penis and letting him come in my
mouth almost made me orgasm on the spot - which would rather have spoilt the
effect, considering the circumstances.
Chris had sat down at one end of the settee, allowing his cock to rise straight
and point up towards the ceiling. With my legs hanging over the arm, I knelt down
on the couch beside him and took hold of the base of his shaft in my left hand,
running my right hand up and down its splendid length. Once I believed he was
fully aroused, I placed a firm kiss on the tip of his knob and slid my lips down
his shaft to about half way, then back again, looking up at his ecstatic face all
the time I welcomed him into me. Since half was the best Linda could manage, I
thought that would be a good place for me to start. I knew he was wondering if I
could take it all and he wasn't going to be disappointed, but for the first few
minutes, I concentrated on his knob. I ran my tongue firmly around it, allowing
it to brush against the roof of my mouth every few seconds. All this time, I kept
one hand gripping the base of his shaft and the other teasing his big testicles
with a delicate and feminine touch.
But time was precious, so I decided to step up the action. Repositioning myself
by kneeling on the floor between his legs, I opened my mouth wider and took a
little more in.
First to about half way as before, and then to about three quarters. I sucked my
cheeks in tight to keep up the delicious friction men love so much and was
rewarded with a loud groan of approval from my lover. Well, perhaps this wasn't
going to be too difficult after all. I must have spent about five minutes like
that - his hips moving rhythmically up and down, subtly trying to get me to
encompass the remaining three inches of cock - when I decided it was time to move
in for the kill. Straining wider, I swallowed and after a few tries I had the
lot. Oh, Linda - if only you could see us! You'd see how a woman gives a man a
real blowjob - you might learn something.
Now, all this was having a very dramatic effect on Chris. I don't need to tell
you that when a woman gives her lover a deep throat blowjob, an orgasm is rarely
far away. Poor Chris was desperately trying to hold on, but the groans he was
making were nearly drowning out Eastenders and my head as moving so fast and
smoothly up and down his shaft. I was fairly certain that he'd be finished before
the end credits rolled. Then all of a sudden, Linda called down from upstairs.
"Chris, could you pop up a moment, please. I need a hand." came the familiar
voice of my friend from the bathroom.
"Coming, darling," Chris virtually screamed, his voice almost breaking with the
strain as his cock finally gave way to my efforts.
His hot salty sperm shot into my mouth and as I swallowed desperately, I wondered
whether he had been warning me or acknowledging his wife's call. Stains on my
dress might be a bit difficult to explain but fortunately I managed to swallow
every delicious drop that he pumped into my mouth.
For what seemed like ages, I licked his slowly wilting cock clean and before I
had finished he was already getting hard again. He popped it back into his shorts
though and lifted my chin up with his hand and smiled.
"God, you're good, baby," he said. "You'd better fix your lipstick though. If
Linda finds out, she'll see to it that we never get to do this again."
"I'm looking forward to the next time already," I said, giggling.
"Yeah, me too. Linda's already given me two blowjobs today and neither of them
were anywhere near as good as yours."
With that, he bounded up the stairs to attend to his wife. Well, three blowjobs
already today and ready for a fourth. Oooh, just give me an afternoon with this
guy.
I stood up and smoothed my dress. Sitting down, I took out my handbag and fixed
my lipstick with a few deft strokes and a coat of Lipseal that covered the
telltale areas where the colour had rubbed off. Relaxing back in the settee, I
lit a cigarette and took a deep drag and set about finishing my gin and tonic.
It was about fifteen minutes before Linda finally appeared downstairs, dressed
and ready for our night out and by then the blowjob I had given Chris was just a
memory and a faint taste in my mouth.
"Sorry I've been so long, Carol," Linda said. "I'm ready to go when you are,
basically."
I picked up my bag and made my way towards the front door, where Chris was
waiting with our coats. As he helped Linda into hers, he gave her a quick peck on
the cheek.
"Don't be late, darling - hope you both have a good time," Chris said as he
helped me into my coat while Linda opened the front door.
He managed to give my bottom a playful squeeze as he did so. I said my goodbyes
and stepped out into the night once more, the salty taste on my lips making me
feel twice the woman I felt before I'd arrived. Linda suspected nothing and began
excitedly telling me about the club and the male strippers that we were going to
see.
But as we walked to the station, our two pairs of heels clicking on the cold
pavement, I just couldn't get Chris' cock out of my mind. I was already planning
the how to take advantage of the next opportunity to get him alone and suck him
off once again.
(c) Carol Holloway 1998
(Email: [email protected])
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