Cross Driving

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Cross DrivingI was ‘cross-driving’ through one of our state parks on a beautiful summer afternoon. Cross-driving is what I refer to as dressing up (crossdressing) and going for a drive to get my juices flowing and to see if anyone else is up for a little action. There are a few older gentlemen that like to cruise the state park to look for a little action and today, I was hoping to entertain a few. With my dark cosplay wig with little ponytailes, short school girl skirt and an oxford style shirt, I had very little else on. I pulled into a parking area near a spur where there are a few nature trails to choose from. It was shady and a cool breeze was coming through the window. It wasn’t long before an SUV pulled in and the occupant, a middle-aged man, about in his early 60’s, got out to walk on the trail. I adjusted my sunglasses and then plumped up my lips a little more in the mirror. I was startled suddenly when the gentleman appeared at my car window and asked if I was looking for company. I jumped at first because I thought he had walked onto one of the trails, but he circled back around when he noticed me sitting there. I told him that I was just sitting and relaxing, but I could join him for a bahis firmaları walk if he was ‘nice to me’. He winked at me and helped me out of the car. We picked a trail and started walking and chatting. He told me that he likes to go for nude walks and I told him about my crossdressing fetish. After several minutes walking, and out of sight of the parking area and road, Phil stopped and dropped his shorts and pulled off his shirt. For a man his age, he had a nice body. “I’ll just walk a little like this if you don’t mind.”, he said. “I like the feeling of being free.” “I don’t mind at all.”, I said as I continued to look at his thickening cock, as he walked along the path. We walked for a little more and I could no longer resist. Phil was calm, natural and nonchalant as we walked through the woods, but I was getting hornier by the minute. I was touching myself under my skirt and my nipples were stiff from the cool air that would occasionally come across my body.Phil walked up to me knowing exactly what I needed. He helped me to my knees and then slowly pushed his cock into my mouth as I began to lick his walking stick. I pulled gently on his balls stretching and sucking on them. I was nervous that kaçak iddaa we could be caught, but I could care less because being outside is so erotic and the thrill of being spied on makes it that much naughtier. I moved my sunglasses to the top of my head and then I quickened my pace, bobbing on Phil’s dick. With an audible grunt, Phil let loose a volley of salty dick froth down my throat and across my face. Held on to my head as he continued to pump my face as his balls slapped my chin. With cum streaming out of the corner of my mouth, I could see and older couple out of the corner of my eye, staring at us from about 50 feet away, with knowing smiles as I continued to swallow Phil’s man-seed and lick the tip of his pulsing cock.By the time we returned to the parking area, the front of my skirt was showing the tell-tale wet spot of my pre-cum as it leaked through. I could also see a string of jizz hanging down my leg as I dripped like a teenage girl. It was starting to get dark in the late afternoon, as Phil continued to finger my boi-snatch and feel me up. I wiggled my ass against his hand as he began to fish out his cock. I bent over and leaned into my car and I handed him some lube and a condom. kaçak bahis It wasn’t long before Phil was standing to attention once again, sporting a stretched condom covered cock, and I was lubed up for a rear entry. I leaned against the car hood and pushed back onto his fuck-pole. I was too hungry for cock in my ass to care about discomfort, or the couple that was coming down the trail. Once Phil had his dick buried into my boi-pussy, I began to fuck him like it was my last fuck. I moaned and writhed as I bucked my ass onto his fuck-pole. I wanted that meat deep in my ass and up in my guts.My small dicklette was bouncing around like a small bird trying to fly as I pumped my hips onto Phil’s fuck monster. It looked like our ‘friends’ from the woods were pretty interested in the show once again. My moans were filling the still air as his cock continued to piston into my ass. I unbuttoned my shirt and squeezed my nipples, as Phil held on to my hips and fucked me like I was his prison bitch.”Oh God! Fuck my twat, Phil!”, I moaned loudly. “Give me that man-pole! Fuck me silly! Fuck me, you mother fucker!”Phil continued to fuck me with such a****listic enthusiasm for what seemed like an hour, but it was only about 15-minutes before his grunts turned to growls and he filled his condom full of man-seed. With sweat pouring from each of us, I laid across the hood of the car with his cock still buried into my ass-pussy.

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