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This is the second chapter of Cassie's Dream Date. In the first chapter,
Cassandra (Cassie) meets Roger Wilson, author of "Love, Lies, and
Lust",
a story of transgender love. She's 30, and he's 40-something. She's a
supermodel. He's average, dresses well, and has a nice car. They make a
date to have dinner and go dancing later. Cassie gets his phone number
written on her hand. After he leaves, she has a wild fantasy date, which
turns out to be pure fantasy, as she had been daydreaming the whole
thing in Starbucks.
...As I ran out of Starbucks, completely embarassed, I looked at the
phone number written on my hand. I have a date tonight with Roger!
I took a long COLD shower. Just thinking about going out with this guy
excited me incredibly. As I left the shower, my latina wonder was hard
and pointing the way to the bedroom. I knew from experience that I can't
tuck it when it's like that. I thought of "There's something about
Mary", where the boy is counseled to masterbate to "relieve the stress
before the date". So, I grabbed my copy of Roger's book, with his
picture on the back cover, and started to stroke the latina wonder while
looking at the picture. It didn't take very long before Roger had a
white mustache and goo dripping off his forehead. After I recovered, I
smiled at the sight of Roger covered in my come, before racing the book
to the bathroom to clean it off.
While the book dried, I powdered myself. I put on my favorite perfume,
Ralph Lauren Romance. My best french cut panties, red to match my dress,
held in the latina wonder, which I tucked in tight. I did my hair,
cursing having had it in a ponytail when I met Roger. I was grateful for
having done laser hair removal on my face years ago, but checked for
any
stray hairs anyway. I shaved my legs, even though they didn't need it. I
did my arm pits for good measure. I put on my favorite red dancing
dress, cut all the way up to my hip and down all the way to my navel.
It's short, and my booty looks great in it. My breasts, implants of
course, were shown to their full glory. I tucked my house keys, cab
fare, lipstick, and a few tissues into my red sequined purse and was
ready for Roger when he arrived five minutes early.
Fortunately, my front room is always neat. When I opened the door, he
saw an immaculately kept living room with his book on the coffee table.
He smiled.
I smiled.
"Would you like me to autograph your book?" he asked, looking over my
shoulder.
"Oh, sure," I said, stepping back to let him in.
He produced a pen from his cream colored suit pocket and picked up the
book. Opening the book, he wrote something inside. As he handed the book
to me to see, he stopped and turned the book over. "Oh, this book is
wet," he said.
"I had a little accident with it today," I said, not explaining the
nature of the accident. I opened the book. Inside was written "To the
most beautiful girl in the world, all my love, Roger," I swooned. "Oh
Roger..."
"It's nothing but true.... Shall we go to dinner?" he asked.
"Of course!" I exclaimed, picking up my purse from a nearby table.
When we got outside, he had his red Ferrari outside. It was all shiny,
and looked new. It had drawn a small number of onlookers. I guess when
you own something so flashy, you just live with the attention. Roger
just ignored everyone, went to the passenger door, and opened it for me.
The car is low. I hadn't considered exactly how low until I tried to
get
my tall, thin frame into the door in a ladylike manner.
After turning this way and that, I turned to Roger... "How does a lady
get into this car?" I asked.
Roger, still holding the door, smiled and explained how to put one leg
in, and then slide my butt into the seat, while holding onto the roof.
When I did it, my dress, "slit up to here", rode up to show the matching
red panties. Fortunately, the "cut down to here" didn't reveal any
sensitive breast parts, despite having no bra. When I finally got
seated, I was sure I was going to hear the dress give way, but it held,
barely. I swung my right leg in and pulled on the seat belt.
"Click." Roger closed the door.
As I sat in the car, I noticed it had a strong scent of leather. I
closed my eyes, enveloped by the wonderfully familiar scent. The smell
reminded me of Scott, a previous lover of mine. He was a dwarf, but hung
like a horse. He liked to buy me presents. One day he brought me a
white
leather corset, which looked fabulous against my dusky skin. After a few
more dates, he gave me a pair of thigh high matching boots. Once I put
on the boots and corset for him, it was all I could do to keep him at
bay. He became an insatiable cock sucker, which he had never really been
before. Once he drained me, he would fuck me with his monster rod while
I bent over the dining room table with him standing on a chair behind
me
to feed my ass his outsized member. Later, he gave me a matching collar.
It's quite an outfit, and the smell of it is exactly the smell of this
car.
I felt my latina wonder get the familiar tingle of excitement. I stopped
thinking about Scott and the leather. I opened my eyes and looked
around
the car. It was very modern and kind of futuristic.
Roger opened the door and climbed in. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," I said, thinking of my latina wonder, which was straining my
panties.
Roger started the car. The car RUMBLED. Half-sitting on top of the
latina wonder, it was like sitting on a huge vibrator.
Roger eased the car from the parking spot, intent on driving and not
hitting anything. When we reached the street, Roger put his foot down
and the car suddenly zoomed to 50mph. The accelleration was incredible.
My butt shifted around the seat. The french cut panties gave way,
slipping off to one side. The latina wonder fell out.
I concentrated on the car, and Roger driving it, trying to ignore the
growing hardness under my dress. We came to a traffic light, and Roger
stopped.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Awesome!" I said, looking him in the eye.
The light changed to green, and it was off to the races again. Roger put
his foot down and we rocketed down the street. The latina wonder was
tent poling my dress. My nipples were getting hard. If Roger looked
over, he'd see my excitement.
Roger attempted to shift, and something happened. The car lost power
briefly, and then took off again like a rocket. "Sorry, I'm still
getting used to the paddle shifter" he said. The road vibration was
bouncing my dress ever so slightly over my now rock hard nipples.
We came to another red traffic light. Roger looked over at me, and saw
an eyeful. He smiled. The light turned green. He took off again, at full
speed.
He hopped onto a highway entrance ramp, up-shifted, and we were flying
along at 80 mph. As he drove, he said, "Ferrari put paddle shifters in
this car. I don't think they anticipated a stick shift like you're
sporting there," and he laughed.
I let out a nervous girly giggle and coyly said, "My stick shift is more
exciting than the paddle shifters."
"I don't know. These paddle shifters get the car racing pretty quickly,"
he said.
"If you use my shifter correctly, it gets me racing even faster," I
replied.
He laughed.
I pulled up my skirt, flipping the slit around to allow the latina
wonder to be revealed. "Do you like my stick shift?" I asked.
He looked over and smiled. As he turned to look at the road, he put his
hand over on my knee, and followed it up to my latina wonder. He gripped
it lightly.
"Uh..." I sighed.
He began to lightly stroke it.
"Uh...Uh..." I began to softly moan.
It only look a minute or two and I was arching my butt off the seat. His
hand pumped the latina wonder to eruption and beyond. My come sprayed
out onto on my dress, his hand, and, I think, the roof of the car. By
the time it was over, his hand was positively dripping. He continued to
lightly squeeze it until it was obvious that it was shrinking.
As he pulled his hand away, still driving at 80mph, he nonchalantly
lifted it to his mouth and licked off the come. When he was done, he
replaced his hand on the steering wheel and continued to drive, not
saying a word.
I broke the ice. "That was nice."
"Yes, it was," he said, taking a moment to again lick his lips.
"You like it, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes, when it's tasty. You're delicious," he said, again licking his
lips.
"If you weren't driving, you could have gotten it fresher," I said, as I
put the latina wonder back into my panties, not bothering to tuck.
"That would have been good, too," he said, lifting his hand to his mouth
to lick an errant drop off.
"I'm afraid we can't go anywhere now, since my dress has come on it. I
can't be going places looking like a slut," I said.
"I know somewhere you can go, where your dress wouldn't be a
hinderance," he said.
"Someplace dark?" I giggled.
"Someplace like my place..." he said, trailing off
"And what would I do there?" I asked smiling.
"First, we'd remove your dress, so it wouldn't be a problem any
longer...." he started.
"Yes..." I whispered.
"Then, we'd remove your panties, so any come stains on them wouldn't be
a problem any longer..." he continued
"Yes..." I whispered.
"Then, we'd remove my clothes, because it's ungentlemanly to be dressed
while the woman is naked..." he continued
"Yes..." I whispered.
"Then, you'd notice my stick shift is in need of some shifting..." he
continued.
"And I'd hold your stick shift tight, because a firm grip is needed..."
I said
"I'd steer us to the bedroom..." he said.
"And I'd be shifting your stick shift the whole way..." I said.
"Would you be behind me?" he asked.
"No, in front," I said.
"And we'd reach the bed and I'd rear-end you as you fell onto the bed."
he said
"And I'd be an angry motorist, asking where the oil slick is?" I asked.
"I'd produce the oil from a drawer and make sure the stick shift is well
greased before we collide..." he said.
"I'm looking forward to the next collision. I hope it's hard," I said.
"It'll be hard and fast. I don't take prisoners," he said.
"And, when you're done, do you pull your stick shift out, or do you let
it shrink inside the person you rear ended?" I asked.
"I leave it in," he said.
"And what if the person you rear ended still has a hard stick shift
herself?" I asked.
"Of course, I'd use my oral skills to help her out," he said.
"Hmmm... such a gentleman," I said.
"Click." Roger opened the driver's door. "Cassie, do you know the kids
surrounding the car? I'd like to pull out, but with them all standing
there it's going to be difficult," Roger said.
I snapped out of my daydream. We're still sitting in the driveway to my
apartment. The car hasn't even started. But, I'm pretty sure I've come
in my panties.
"Roger, I need to go back upstairs for a moment, Sorry!" I said, opening
the door and getting out of the car with surprising ease.
Stay tuned for Chapter 3... Did Cassie end up with wet panties? Does
Roger harbor an insatiable lust for her come?
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