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Kelli Goes Out
By Kelli Andrews
I finally decided to take the plunge and go out in public dressed as a
woman. I had only been out twice before, each time just walking around
an outside shopping center and doing some window shopping, but this
time I was going to go to a club for a drink. I'm 34 years old, 5'7",
145 lbs., and married to a wonderful woman who has no idea about this
side of me. She obviously knows that I shave my body, but I had been
doing that since before we met and she thinks that's just because I
don't like body hair. She works most Saturday nights, so I have several
opportunities each month to pursue my hobby, and now I was ready for
the next step.
I found a nightclub in a nearby city that was supposed to be TV-
friendly, so I decided to check it out first as a guy. I went in on a
Friday afternoon after work and was having a beer when the man next to
me struck up a conversation. As we talked, I became comfortable with
Brad and revealed my plans to return en femme. He smiled and asked if I
would like some company for the evening - an escort in case things got
out of hand. I made it clear that I was heterosexual and just stopping
by for a drink. He replied that he was too, and he understood that I
just wanted to be out in public, so I agreed to meet him there at 7:00
on Saturday night.
I could hardly contain my excitement the next morning as I woke up and
realized that Kelli was finally going to make her first public
appearance! We went through our usual weekend routine and my wife left
for work at 5:00 right on schedule. That gave me two hours to get
ready.
First, I took a warm bubble bath and removed all traces of hair (except
my pubic hair) from my body. After toweling off and applying a scented
moisturizing lotion all over, I painted my toenails and got out my
hidden clothing bag. I slid on nude, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose,
slipped on my favorite dress - short and red with built-in breast pads
- and stepped into four-inch black patent leather pumps. I quickly
applied my makeup, taking extra care to get my red lipstick (the same
shade as my dress) just right. Next came my long brown wig with reddish
highlights and big, soft curls. Clip-on hoop earrings, a necklace and
bracelet followed. Finally, I glued on my red nails (not too long),
grabbed my purse with money, license and bankcard, and I was ready to
roll.
I drove carefully to avoid any speeding tickets and arrived at the club
just in time. I found a parking spot in the next block, strolled down
the street using my well-practiced walk, and went in the front door
with a nervous smile of relief from ear to ear - I had finally done it!
As it wasn't very crowded, I quickly found my new friend. He slowly
looked me over from head to toe and let out a whistle of approval. He
sensed that this embarrassed me a little and apologized, saying that he
never imagined I could transform myself into such a gorgeous creature.
This gave my self-confidence a much-needed boost and I accepted his
offer of a drink. As we sipped and chatted, he continued to compliment
me just enough to make me realize that I had done the right thing by
going public, but not enough to make me feel like he was hitting on me.
After a second round, Brad asked me if I would join him on the dance
floor and let everyone else see this beautiful new woman. Having
nothing to lose by this, I agreed, and off we went!
We danced several songs and returned to our table for another drink. A
few minutes later, the DJ started spinning some old disco hits and we
both knew that we had to head back out! As we moved to the beat, I felt
like I was in Fantasyland living a dream as Kelli - a sexy woman out
for a good time without a care in the world. When a slow song finally
came on, I headed toward our table, but Brad took my hand and led me
back out. I hesitated for a moment, but then decided that one slow
dance wouldn't hurt, and maybe it would be nice to be treated like a
lady in that way. He gracefully guided me around the floor and as we
danced, his hand gradually slid lower and lower down my back until it
finally ended up on my bottom. Something felt right about being held
that way, with his strong hand gently massaging my behind as we swayed
to the music. I figured that he was the man and I was the woman
tonight, and that was one of the things that came with slow dancing, so
I didn't stop him. When he pressed his hips toward mine and I felt the
bulge of his erection, I couldn't help but smile at the effect I was
having on Brad. I guess my transformation really was pretty good!
As the song faded out, the DJ commented about the room heating up with
the sexy couples on the dance floor, so he wanted to boost the lust
level in the room a little higher and play another slow one. I was
enjoying dancing like this so much that I held Brad a little tighter
just in case he was thinking about leaving the floor, and to my delight
he made no attempt to release me from his embrace. I found myself
relaxing more and more and becoming very comfortable in Brad's arms.
The second slow song ended much too soon, and then it was back to the
disco beat. We danced a couple more songs until my heels were getting
the best of me and I had to sit down.
As we sipped our drinks, I noticed that the place was started to get
pretty crowded. I was getting a little uncomfortable about being out
with that many people, so I told Brad that I was going to leave. He
replied that he would hate for my first night to end so early, so he
invited me back to his apartment for a drink. I knew that I shouldn't,
but it was so nice to finally be out dressed and I didn't want it to
end, so I followed him home.
Brad opened my car door (was he checking out my legs as I stood up?)
and we entered a very nice apartment building, taking the elevator to
his place on the sixth floor. He unlocked the door, opened it and
reached in to turn on the lights. I followed him in and, as he closed
the door, he took me in his arms and gently kissed me. I was a little
shocked by this and he apologized, saying that Kelli was so pretty that
he wanted to do that all night and just lost control for a moment. I
blushed and replied that it was okay, and that this evening had been
such a thrill that I also had to remind myself a few times what was
real and what wasn't.
He made us some drinks and we sat and chatted, reliving those magic
moments we had just spent at the club. When Brad got up to refill our
glasses, I excused myself to use the bathroom. As I attempted to pee, I
realized how hard it is to deal with pantyhose, especially with long
nails and having had a few drinks. I pulled my hose down, sat down (of
course) to relieve myself, and then attempted to pull them back up.
This wasn't going well and I snagged them with my nail, so I just took
them off and threw them in the wastebasket. I reapplied my lipstick,
stepped back into my pumps, and returned to the living room.
Brad had put on some music and made us another round of drinks. I
slipped my shoes off and sat next to him on the sofa with my feet
tucked under me and we continued to talk. As we sat, chatted, and
sipped, time went by and I found myself snuggling up against Brad's
shoulder. The next thing I knew, his arm had somehow ended up around
me. I was very comfortable in this position and didn't think twice
about where I was or what we were doing. I was just happy to be Kelli
for the evening.
At one point, I commented on how I wasn't used to dancing in heels, and
he offered to rub my feet. Of course, I readily agreed! He got up,
dimmed the lights and sat at the end of the sofa. I laid back,
gracefully put my feet in his lap, and blushed a little when he
complimented me on my pedicure - I sure was glad I had taken the time
to paint those nails!
As he rubbed my poor, sore feet I could feel the pain and tension
melting away. After a few minutes, he worked his way up to my calves,
kneading the tired muscles while I felt my entire body slipping into a
deep, peaceful state of relaxation. He then changed position and moved
up to my thighs, which I unconsciously spread for him so he could reach
all the way up to the top. His hands were like heaven on my smooth
skin. As the music softly played and his magic hands massaged my
thighs, I closed my eyes and was in another world. Suddenly I felt him
gently grasp my dick, uncovered since I had removed my hose, and I
gasped, opening my eyes to find his lips about to touch mine! The warm,
steady pressure of his mouth combined with his hand, now stroking my
cock, were totally unexpected but very pleasurable. I willed myself to
not think about what was happening and to just enjoy the sensations. He
increased the tempo of his stroking and my growing erection encouraged
him to continue, as his tongue now probed my parted lips and the
intensity of our kissing grew. As I felt my climax approaching, he
broke our kiss and gently guided my head to his crotch, where his
exposed cock was waiting for my attention.
I had never even considered sucking another man's penis before, but the
excitement, the thrill, and the drinks all combined to allow me to take
it in my mouth without a second thought. As it touched my lips, it
seemed so natural to take it in, knowing how I loved having it done on
me.
First, I kissed the tip and smiled at the sight of my red lipstick
print on it. I slid my soft, glossy lips down the head, and then down
the shaft, feeling it glide along my tongue, both hard and soft at the
same time. I kept his cock in my mouth for a moment and then began to
slowly bob up and down on it, noticing that it grew larger as it moved
through my mouth. Holding it at the base with my fingers across his
balls, I kept this up at a steady pace and heard Brad moan as his hips
were rocking in time to my rhythm. Right when I felt his balls tighten
up, he pulled me off and took my hand.
He led me back to the bedroom, where he lit a couple of candles and
told me not to worry about anything and to trust him. For some reason,
I never considered declining his offer and willingly went along to see
what was next. He helped me out of my dress, asked me to lie facedown
on the bed, and quickly shed his remaining clothing. He climbed on top
of me and began a deep, sensuous massage of my shoulders and back.
I was warm, comfortable and relaxed as this man sitting on me rubbed
any remnants of tension away. I shivered when I felt his warm lips on
my ear. He gently nibbled on my earlobe and kissed my neck, slowly
working his way down my back. When he reached my ass, he kissed each
cheek and then licked his way from the top of my crack down, along my
balls and down my shaft to the head of my penis. I moaned with pleasure
as he kissed the head and lifted my hips up. I pulled my legs up
underneath me, getting up on my knees, hugging the pillow. He slid
under me and took me deep in his mouth. He cradled my balls and gently
sucked on me. I was in heaven as he worked my dick and fondled my
scrotum. He released my balls and ran his finger up and down my crack,
teasing the opening. I wiggled my ass in approval when he put his
fingertip in, and was disappointed when his hand left. A few moments
later, his finger was back and I sighed with pleasure when it slid
inside me, now coated with a cool lubricant - and his mouth never left
my throbbing cock!
One finger soon turned into two. I was pushing back against his probing
fingers and was reaching the point of no return in his hot mouth. His
hand was slamming against my ass cheeks and my dick was ready to burst
when he popped it out of his mouth and slid out from under me, keeping
his two fingers buried deep in my bottom. A few moments later, I felt a
hand on my hip as the fingers slid out, and then something else was
knocking at my door... something bigger, hotter, better. I knew what
was happening and did nothing to stop him - I actually was trying to
open up wider to accept him.
This was not a completely foreign experience for my body. I have an
extremely lifelike dildo that I had taken up my behind many times, but
the feeling of a real cock entering me was new and wonderful - warm,
smooth, and soft, yet hard enough to assertively penetrate my welcoming
bottom.
I whimpered when the tip parted my anal lips, and let out a squeal of
delight as the head slipped past the ring of muscle. Holding my hips
firmly, Brad slowly but steadily pushed deeper until his cock was
buried balls-deep inside me. When I was comfortable with the incredible
feeling of fullness now overtaking me, I pushed back against him and he
began to pump in and out of me. I panicked for a second and reached
back, just to relax when I felt the rim of the rubber sheathing his
massive dick.
He continued to drive me, only now he reached up and began pinching my
sensitive nipples. I was slamming back against him as hard as I could,
wanting more, and he was pushing back with equal force. I could feel
every contour of his penis, sliding deep within that most personal part
of me, when suddenly he moaned and began to chant my name over and
over. He reached down and grabbed my dick, instantly bringing me to
orgasm.
As I shot my load across his sheets, Brad dove to the deepest level
yet, where I felt the expansion and contraction that signaled his
climax. His balls, now pressed deep between my cheeks, were pumping his
cum to the depths of my bowels as he pulled my hips as close to him as
possible. After depositing jets of semen for what seemed like minutes,
he collapsed on top of me as I fell forward onto the bed.
He softened inside of me and withdrew, lying beside me with his arm
around me. When I came back down to earth, I suddenly realized what I
had just done and was embarrassed and horrified! Here I was in bed,
nude, with a naked man who had just made love to me! As I mentioned, I
had often taken my dildo anally before, but I never associated it with
having sex with a man, and now next to me was one who had just taken my
virginity like a bride's on her wedding night. I was overcome with
shock and guilt and actually began to cry a little. Brad tried to
comfort me, but I didn't know what to say or do.
As we lay there, he continued to talk to me, saying that what we did
was just enjoy a moment of pleasure - nothing more. He assured me again
that he too was straight, but that I had made such a beautiful and
convincing woman that he thought he should treat me just like I was
one. When I could finally speak, I told him that all I wanted was to
look and act like a woman, but not to this level. Yes, I truly did
enjoy what we did, and I wasn't forced to do anything, but I couldn't
believe that I really slept with another man. He replied that I was so
convincing that I must have even convinced myself that I was Kelli for
the night. We lay on the bed for a while longer, not saying anything
but just letting the emotions settle back down.
I must have drifted off to sleep, because I looked up and saw Brad
coming toward me from the shower, toweling his hair dry. The first
thing that crossed my mind was how good he looked, the light from
behind framing his handsome, naked body. This was the first time that I
had ever looked at a man that way, and I was surprised that it didn't
bother me. Then again, I had never been with a man this way before, and
I suppose that the experience had opened up a number of desires that I
had been suppressing. All I know is that I liked every exposed inch of
him that I saw, and I especially couldn't keep my eyes off of his soft
cock hanging gently between his legs.
All of a sudden, the realization of what had just happened that evening
had hit me again. Lying there nude, I began to feel very self-conscious
and embarrassed, and I attempted to cover myself with my hands. Brad
saw this and left the room for a moment, returning a few seconds later
and handing me a package. When I opened it, I knew that he had planned
all along for the evening to turn out this way. Inside was a gorgeous
ivory negligee, all silk and lace. I quickly slipped it on and lay back
down on my side, my back toward him with my legs drawn up in front of
me.
He sat on the bed beside me and gently touched my shoulder, asking if I
was OK. I was starting to feel a little better about what we had done,
so I nodded as he continued our conversation from before, assuring me
that we did nothing wrong as he stroked my arm. As he talked, Brad's
hand drifted down to my leg, caressing my smooth thigh. It felt so nice
to be touched that way. His explanation of what happened, why he had
seduced me, how we ended up going to bed - everything he said made such
perfect sense. Then he gently rolled me onto my back. He stopped
talking as he carefully slid the nightgown up, exposing me. He leaned
over and took my soft penis into his mouth as he swung his leg over my
head, putting his growing dick right at my lips. I instinctively parted
my lips for him and licked the tip as he lowered it into my mouth. This
time my head was a little clearer and I didn't have the excuse of too
many drinks. I knew just what was I was doing as I let his cock slide
down my tongue and felt it enlarge in my mouth. When I went out
dressed, I had no intention of becoming intimate with a man and had
fought the idea up to this point, but now I was admitting to myself
that this was what I wanted - no, this was what I needed.
As he worked his magic on my penis, I reached around and held his ass
cheeks in my hands, encouraging him to fuck my face, sucking on him as
he plunged in and out of my warm, wet mouth. He moaned in approval and
increased the pace. I could feel his mouth on me, but it felt like it
was miles away. My whole world was now revolving around his hot cock.
I was giving him the blowjob of a lifetime, the kind I always wanted to
receive - licking, sucking, and loving every inch of that hard organ,
never wanting it to end but at the same time trying to get him off. I
had never tasted anything as wonderful before in my life.
Suddenly, he got bigger and warmer. Brad let out a big groan, and I
knew he was about to cum. I would have given anything to feel him shoot
in my mouth and to swallow his wonderful semen, but my head won the
battle with my heart and I slipped his rock-hard shaft from my mouth.
He came in great spurts, exploding into the bed sheet right next to my
cheek, splashing a small amount on my face. The sight and feel of his
huge dick going off took me over the edge and I climaxed. He wasn't as
hesitant as I was, and I felt his lips close tightly against the head
of my penis as I shot my load into his mouth. He stroked every last
drop out of me, not removing his mouth until I started to shrink.
After a brief moment of recuperation, he moved up next to me, tenderly
reached out and caressed my cheek, and gave me a slow, loving kiss.
When I parted my lips to receive his tongue, I was surprised to also
receive a generous amount of my warm ejaculate. I hungrily sucked it
out of his mouth, swirling my tongue around his to get every last drop.
As I eagerly swallowed his gift, I knew that someday I would be
drinking down another man's cum, milked from his cock with my own lips.
When he removed my nightgown and held me close, the skin-to-skin
contact made me shiver with delight as we resumed kissing like we were
high school sweethearts. Making out with Brad and having him hold me in
his strong arms felt so right at that moment. We kissed on his bed for
about another ten minutes, his hands exploring my nude body and my hand
gently holding and stroking his once-again-erect dick. I could have
continued for hours, but I knew that I should be going home.
I broke our kiss, looked deep into Brad's eyes, and simply said "Thank
you". Bending over, I kissed the head of his cock and slipped it into
my mouth. It throbbed in rhythm with his heart as I held it there for a
few seconds. I slowly withdrew it and gave it a final kiss.
I stood up, slipped back on my dress, and straightened my wig as best
as I could. I thanked Brad again for a wonderful evening and gave him a
long goodbye kiss. He handed me the negligee and I was happy to have a
souvenir from my night of firsts. As I walked into the living room to
retrieve my pumps, I glanced at the clock. No problem - plenty of time
to get home, change, and remove my nail polish before my wife got home
from work. Maybe I could stay just a little longer... No, what I wanted
to do now with Brad would take a lot longer than that!
As I walked to my car, amazed by all that had just happened, all I
could think about was what we could do the next time we were together.
Would he call me soon? God, I hoped so! And how am I going to get this
silly little grin off of my face?
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