My Dream Night Out

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My Dream Night OutI often have this fantasy when I’m alone or bored about building the courage to actually go outside while in ‘girl mode’. My greatest fear is that someone might spot me, but if I wear a lot of make-up and my wig sufficiently covers my hair and shoulders I should get away with it. But what I think I really need are some girlfriends.I’d probably head to one of their flats. I’d get changed there too. I’d put on my panties, bra and tights; something sexy but also easy to wear. I’d put on my cutest dress. Not sexy, but cute. I believe that goes better on me. I’d put on some make-up, making sure I look good for the night before all three or four of us would head for a night out. We’d walk together, or course, all wearing our fine dresses and skirts.These are fun girls. Not like most CDs who are really just men in women’s clothing (which is fine for what it is), but like proper girls having a proper girl’s night out, looking out for their girlfriends. True and genuine. Nothing inherently bahis firmaları sexual, just fun.We’d head to the local gay bar. It’s the only gay bar in the entire city, so you’ll find even just bi-curious people, or even just straight people, there. I hear it’s great.The girls and I would find a table. One of the girls would get the first round of drinks. I don’t drink so often, but I probably would have a little one. We’d chit-chat for a while, make jokes, poke fun at some of the guys there. At some point, I imagine, a guy would come to our table and ask us to dance with them. He’d be your usually pub guy; blue jeans, short sleeved t-shirt, slightly hairy arms, thick musk. He’d talk to all of us, including me. I’d be shy at first, but after being quite insistent, the girls would get me to join them.We’d be on the dance floor. Nervously, I’d start dancing, but not out of arms reach of the girls. Eventually, the guy will move his way across the dance floor to me. He’d start putting his hand on kaçak iddaa my waist, and… I won’t stop him. He’d start pressing his body against mine. I’d like it.Eventually, we’d find ourselves moving to the corner of the room, where he’d kiss me. He’d start at my lips and run down my neck. I’d then give in to him.We’d run into the men’s room toilets, into one of the stalls, where we begin making out. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth. He’d begin touching my breasts, and running his hand up my legs and my skirt. I’d never felt this before. It’d feel good.I’d get down on my knees, unzip his trousers, reach my hand in and pull out his cock. I’m new to being with guys, so I’d be nervous. I’d stroke it slowly, watching the foreskin move over the head. Watching the skin peel on and off. I’d start stroking faster, just to hear him moan. I’d give the very tip a light lick, just for a taste. I’d give it another like. My nerves will go, and I’ll place my tongue on his balls, and slowly lick all the way kaçak bahis up his shaft, finally flicking the head of his cock, before plunging it fully in my mouth. I’d never had a cock in my mouth before.After several minutes of sucking, it’d be too much to hold for both of us. He’d pick me up and gently push me against the wall. He’d lift my skirt and pull down my panties. I’d pass him my lube and condom from my pocket (hopefully he’d use.)I’d feel his thick cock hovering out my hole. I’d feel the wetness of the lube. Suddenly, it would find it’s opening, as I felt it slowly enter me. I’ve never had an actual cock inside me before. I’d feel it stretch my hole. I’d feel it deep inside me. It’d feel so much bigger than I thought. He’d begin to fuck me, faster and faster. My moans would be loud, yet silenced from the beat of the dance floor in the next room. Fast. Hard. So hard. I’d feel it pulse inside of me, until one final deep thrust inside of me, and a warmness would overcome me. He would remove his cock from me, followed by a soft flow of his cum. He’d thank me, and leave cubicle. After I’d clean myself up, I’d go to the sinks and adjust myself in the mirror. I’d never cum myself, but it would still be early…

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