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Purple Shine in NYC
By Michelle Anderson
I have written a few autobiographical stories before. This is not really
autobiographical, but rather an extrapolation of a real event. As
background, I am a really good looking slim but athletic guy. I guess I
am a bit effeminate or maybe pretty, but still no one in my day to day
life thinks I am gay or bi. I also love girls, but not just girls. I have
always loved panties, and have been dressing and going out dressed for
years, ever since a visit to a TV Boutique in Manhattan 10 year ago now.
When dressed, I am a slut. It's a chance to be vulnerable, and free of
responsibility, perhaps even free of guilt for a while. I am sure many of
us have thought why we get so hot over certain things. For me I guess it
is a break from the rest of the world and all of the pressure, and
expectation. It is to transform into an opposite or at least different
personality.
Recently I was down in NYC for a few days at a conference. I had planned
for the conference for months, meaning I had been researching where to go
as Michelle, and where to shop for clothing. I had no real intent on
attending any of the conference. I was really excited with my outfit
plans, and my shaved legs before I left. In fact, I got so exciting while
shaving, the night before I left, I had also bought and used some hair
remover on my cock and balls, making my ass and balls smooth and clean.
It burned a bit, but it was well worth it. I had such a great feeling the
next day, getting on the train in my business suit, with a pair of satin
stretch panties from Fredrick's under my pants, rubbing on my tender and
smooth man clit.
Anyway, getting to the good stuff. The first night there, I was out
dressed. I love the feel of tight pvc mini skirts, and love to dress like
a slut. I was straining at my gaff as I stood in a strange bar on the
West side of Manhattan. Red lipstick with a pale complexion, the black
pvc shined. I had black long straight hair, and a back long sleeve pvc
shirt. Under the shirt and skirt I wore a light corset, of satin. I had
thigh high nylons with a garter and boots that came over my knees.
It was a club frequented by TV's and CD's. The kind of place only the
gorgeous trans girls were let in. I had read about it on line and wanted
to try it. I had even taken the step of sending a picture of myself
before I left Boston, by email, in hopes of getting on the guest list. It
worked. I got in like a breeze.
The girls there were unbelievable. I bought a drink for a slightly goth
looking TV at the bar. She had a smile that was open I guess. When I
approached her, it was hard to speak. I was nervous and stumbled to say
hi. She, like me was wearing PVC, but she had on a short cocktail type
purple dress, with matching purple lipstick and eye shadow. She also had
straight dark purple hair. She smiled and took the straw sucking on it
suggestively. I could tell she already knew I was attracted to her, not
the various admirers and A list folks in the place. We talked a bit, and
ordered two more drinks. Soon we were laughing. Lisa, was a native New
Yorker. She was Amerasian. She liked other TV's and CD's and she liked
pretty college aged boys who wanted to try something wild. She said, with
a grin, she was wild. I had no doubt.
I told her about myself, and about my life, at least as far as Michelle.
I had been with other TV's and an occasional man, but that was really not
for me. I explained I also liked girls but found dressing turned me on to
a different level of sex. Somewhere in there, she began to rub my leg,
with her nylon clad toe. It lifted it me off my seat, and I began to
wiggle in my skirt. She leaned forward when she saw this. With a grin,
she whispered "I bet you are wild too."
Next she grabbed my hand. Leading me to the dance floor she yelled, this
is why they let us in here. A slow grinding techno song played. The
lights flashed around me. I was zoned. I was so hot. She was so hot to
look at. She ground her ass against my crotch, and lightly kissed me as
she spun around me. I tried to dance too, grabbing at her, when I could,
touching her ass, hard and smooth under the purple PVC. We kissed, a long
slow French kiss when the song ended, a bead of sweat on above her lip.
My skirt and her dress made a squeaking sound as we parted, laughing and
swaying as we walked off the floor.
Drinks arrived at our table from two guys across the room. We both were
probably drunk, and we licked our lips and waived to our admirers.
Flirting perhaps but I had no interest in the men. I took her hand, a
bold move for me. I wanted her and told her so. She motioned to the back
of the club. It was dark there. There were tables with sofa booths. Many
were open. We walked back together. I had my hand rubbing on her ass and
she on mine. When we sat down we ordered a new round of drinks, and
before the waitress left, were already kissing. I found her hand running
up my legs, to the top of my nylons. She found my gaff, and pulling my
skirt up on the side, pulled the string letting my man clit free. My
panties, red satin of course quickly filled with a raging hard on. She
rubbed me and kissed me. I was so hot, I came, right there. I came in my
panties like a teenager on his first date.
I was embarrassed but should not have been. I soon found that it made her
hot to have made me cum so quick. She reacted quickly and grabbed my
hand. She moved it to her silky leg. I followed the leg up to a bulge in
a beautiful pair of purple satin panties. In it a bulge. It was
beautiful, small and hard. Maybe 4 inches erect but really really hard.
She wiggled her ass until her dress rode up on the velvet couch. He whole
panty was exposed. I rubbed her man clit through the satin panties she
wore. She moaned in my ear and wiggled even more. I ran my other hand
down the back of her dress and then down the back of her panties. I found
as she wiggled my hand could slide down inside her panties to her ass. An
idea, a flash, I reached back to my own wet panties and covered my
fingers with a silky coat of my own cum. I took it and returned to her
ass, running my slick finger down the crack to her asshole. It was smooth
like mine.
The cum was my lubricant and I slipped my finger inside. She came like a
rocket, swallowing my tongue with a strength that surprised me. She shook
in my arms. I held her tight. My head was spinning. The music still shook
the club. The drinks and the sex had intoxicated me. I lay back with my
hand on hers. She leaned over and kissed me, telling me in my ear that
she needed me to leave with her. That she needed me to come home with her
now.
There was no question I was leaving. There was no question I was going to
enjoy this trip. The only question I had as I left with this purple pvc
goddess was if I would ever leave NYC again.
Lesley
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