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We finished our drinks and got up from the table. As we walked out of the restaurant I could feel everyone's eye's on me. On us. Uncomfortable to say the least, and I wondered for a moment just how it must feel to her, or to anyone who lives outside the norms that our society dictates. We walked through an open lobby and entered the Sahara casino side by side, but a group of oriental tourists rushed past us and she stepped ahead of me to get around them. As she walked in front of me I once again saw just how sexy she was, and for the time being my discomfort took a back seat to lust. Beautiful long legs, a tight ass that moved ever so nicely, and hint of perfume. The small crowd passed and we walked side by side again, past the sea of slot machines and video poker. I instinctively walked toward the elevators, but she walked to the right toward the rear entrance. She paused and motioned with a nod, and said "I forgot to tell you, my room isn't here at the Sahara. I stay at Mandalay Bay, on the other end of the strip."
It never occurred to me that we would go outside the Sahara, but here we were, climbing the steps to the Monorail. It was busy, lot's of people coming and going. She had a long term pass but I had to buy one, and feeling all the eyes looking at us made me clumsy. I dropped my credit card when I pulled it out of my wallet, and we bent down together to pick it up. Face to face as we bent down, she smiled and my discomfort faded once again.
Putting me at ease with a simple smile. No woman had ever done that to me before.
Once aboard the train she told me her plan. "I told you that we were going to play it my way, so here it is. Ever since the first time I wore my mothers silk panties to high school under my jeans, being a woman in public has made me feel so sexy and pretty. It took me a while to get up the nerve to go out in public dressed as the woman that I am, but once I did I realized just how exhilarating it can be! My blouse against my skin, lacy underwear, and my legs feeling the cool night air. Such a turn on in ways that you can't understand. And the freedom! Living life the way I want to, if only for a few hours at a time! But I've never been out in public with a man, always alone. Men always want to meet me at my room, you know, come up by themselves so they won't be seen with a "freak". I need to live my life in the open to enjoy it to the fullest. So tonight you and I are going to make our way to my hotel as man and women. In public. In the open. Are you ready for this?
I swallowed and looked into her eyes for a few moments, silent. She was, without question, a mans body dressed in woman's clothing. But there was something else, something much bigger than that. Her eyes looked back into mine so deeply that I somehow began to understand a tiny, tiny bit. She had feelings that were complex and deep, and she was letting me into her world. It scared me, but it also turned me on in ways that I had never imagined. I was shaking when I nodded and said "I'm ready."
The train stopped at the Harrah's station and we got out of our seats and walked off the train. Once again side by side, she took my hand in hers. It was soft, warm and gentle. My heart was racing. We walked into Harrah's holding hands.
To be continued...
It never occurred to me that we would go outside the Sahara, but here we were, climbing the steps to the Monorail. It was busy, lot's of people coming and going. She had a long term pass but I had to buy one, and feeling all the eyes looking at us made me clumsy. I dropped my credit card when I pulled it out of my wallet, and we bent down together to pick it up. Face to face as we bent down, she smiled and my discomfort faded once again.
Putting me at ease with a simple smile. No woman had ever done that to me before.
Once aboard the train she told me her plan. "I told you that we were going to play it my way, so here it is. Ever since the first time I wore my mothers silk panties to high school under my jeans, being a woman in public has made me feel so sexy and pretty. It took me a while to get up the nerve to go out in public dressed as the woman that I am, but once I did I realized just how exhilarating it can be! My blouse against my skin, lacy underwear, and my legs feeling the cool night air. Such a turn on in ways that you can't understand. And the freedom! Living life the way I want to, if only for a few hours at a time! But I've never been out in public with a man, always alone. Men always want to meet me at my room, you know, come up by themselves so they won't be seen with a "freak". I need to live my life in the open to enjoy it to the fullest. So tonight you and I are going to make our way to my hotel as man and women. In public. In the open. Are you ready for this?
I swallowed and looked into her eyes for a few moments, silent. She was, without question, a mans body dressed in woman's clothing. But there was something else, something much bigger than that. Her eyes looked back into mine so deeply that I somehow began to understand a tiny, tiny bit. She had feelings that were complex and deep, and she was letting me into her world. It scared me, but it also turned me on in ways that I had never imagined. I was shaking when I nodded and said "I'm ready."
The train stopped at the Harrah's station and we got out of our seats and walked off the train. Once again side by side, she took my hand in hers. It was soft, warm and gentle. My heart was racing. We walked into Harrah's holding hands.
To be continued...
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