Mark and I were still smiling and reveling from our exciting private dance with Amber, as he pointed the car towards my neighborhood. Ever since Mark mentioned that Sunday nights are Ladies Night, I wanted to know more. I prodded him, “What’s so crazy about it?”
“OK,” Mark began. “For starters, ‘ladies’ don’t pay cover. They get free champagne for the first hour. And their private shows are half-price. So when I say it’s ‘crazy’, dude, it’s packed. Mostly T-girls and crossdressers. They obviously do not discriminate. If you come in a dress, you’re a ‘lady’ as far they’re concerned.”
“Well I’m going,” I firmly decided. “If you can get away, I might even wear a dress,” I said, laughingly.
Mark laughed with me, nodded and said, “I could SEE you doing that.” Then he looked over at me as my smile faded. He furrowed his brow a bit and solemnly asked, “Really?”
I took a more serious tone and admitted, “Pretty much been thinking about it since we got in the car. Lori has some sexy, little dresses.”
“Holy fuck, dude,” Mark said quietly.
“I know. Shit. Is it too weird?” I asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.
“No!… Fuck! No! It’s fucking hot!” Mark proclaimed. “She got wigs and stuff?”
“She has a red wig and two blond ones,” I replied, seriously.
The car wound through my neighborhood and Mark suddenly decided to go quiet. I hated the uncomfortable silence, but I could tell he was thinking. When we got close to my house, Mark finally asked, “You gonna try some stuff on now?”
“I was planning on it. Do you want to come in?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” he replied.
“OK,” I said, after a big exhale. “But I will have to try it all on first. Then, if it doesn’t look too bad, I will let you see. If you look at me and laugh, I am out.”
“Are you kidding? I’m like hard as a rock over here!” Mark admitted, as he laughed and parked the car.
I did not miss that remark about him being “hard as a rock”. I was hoping it stayed that way after he saw me dressed. We got into my house and I immediately headed to the kitchen to pour us a couple of glasses of scotch. “I am about to do something I might have serious regrets about, so I am damn sure not going to do it sober!” I thought. I poured our glasses, handed one to Mark, and pointed to the living room. “OK… Give me a few minutes,” I said, with wide eyes and an equally wide smile.
Lori had a lot to choose from. Skirts and tops, dresses, leggings, heels….
After adorning a DD underwire bra, and a very sexy thong (using a bit of tape to hide the part of my body that I did not wish to show), I chose a pink sleeveless dress to try on first. The red velvet heels and auburn hair seemed to complete my transformation. I was astonished at how agreeable it all looked on me. But I didn’t like my arms showing.
Next, I chose a long-sleeve, gray, sweater dress. It looked cute on the hanger, but I had no idea what shape it would take on my body. After putting it on, I wasn’t crazy about the length. The pink one was shorter and made my legs appear to be longer. So I added some thigh highs to perhaps bring a little more sizzle to the look. I can’t say I was displeased with how it all fit, but I wanted to try at least one more.
My final selection was another long-sleeved, t-shirt dress. Very soft, with a flirty, short hemline. The red velvet heels were a bit of a clash though, so I changed to a pair of black stilettos.
I checked my look in the mirror, and saw the body of a sexy girl. Mark had shown tremendous patience as I made my selection. So I downed the remainder of my scotch and put some cute sunglasses on. Then I grabbed a COVID mask (“Knew those things were good for SOMETHING,” I thought) and affixed it around my ears, smartly completing the illusion.
I was nervous opening my bedroom door. I felt…well, like a girl. I felt pretty, sexy, feminine. “But if Mark looks at me and sees a man in a dress, I may throw up from embarrassment,” I thought, as I listened to my heels click towards the living room.
Mark waited for me to walk in front of him. I hadn’t communicated that, so I was glad he let me give him that reveal instead of watching me walk out of my bedroom. It was an anxious “here I am” kind of moment for me though, and I had butterflies the size of bald eagles flying around in my stomach. Seconds went by, in an impossibly slow moment as Mark’s eyes studied me with a confused expression, like he didn’t believe it was me. Then those eyes slowly worked their way up from my heels to my head, and I saw, “Hoooooly shit!” exclaimed in his face, before his mouth was able to utter the actual words.
For the first time in my life, I felt like kissing a man. I did not expect my brain to suddenly change that way. I had experienced some bi encounters as a teenager, and was very clearly attracted to the thing that makes males unique. But I had never before looked at a man and desired to be kissed by him. “Whooooooa,” I thought, slamming the brakes on the big, gay train I had just boarded. I had no idea what summersaults Mark’s brain might have been doing, but I think he must have been pulling some mental emergency brake himself. Neither of us had made a sound since Mark’s “Holy shit!” remark, which seemed to have been made hours ago.
“Think this will work?” I asked quietly, finally stealing the silence from the room.
“You look incredible,” Mark said, as his eyes burned holes in my body.
“I could get used to being looked at this way. Are girls blind to the lustful way men look at their bodies? If I were a girl, I would dress this way all the time,” I thought.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Then I had to tell Mark, “I REALLY like the way you are looking at me.”
“You are gorgeous. A gorgeous fucking girl. I don’t know how else to look at you,” Mark admitted.
“God, I am so relieved. And so glad I found something that worked,” I said with a huge, nervous exhale.
“I’d say it worked!” Mark said, as he placed his hand on his bulging cock over his pants. “I’m sitting here with a stick of dynamite between my legs. The fuse is lit, and I could explode any second!” he continued, laughing.
I knew what I was going to do as soon as I saw his hand go to his cock. I was going to wait, though. He wanted me to give him a lap dance, like Amber did. But for the moment, I was enjoying the power my body was having over him. The girl brain that had been transplanted into my head was going to make him ask for it.
“Dynamite, huh? You got dynamite in your pants, Mister?” I said slowly, teasingly, and moved a few steps towards him. My legs straddled one of his. I leaned over to take his empty scotch glass, letting my two large “breasts” rub against his face. “Well, let me get you a little more scotch, Mr. Dynamite,” as my fingers closed around his on the scotch glass. Then I pushed it firmly into his bulge. As I rubbed the scotch glass into his hard cock, I whispered, “That’s your name now. Missssssster Dynamite”.
I poured us both a bit more scotch and made a slow, seductive rhythm of my heels on the hardwood as I stepped back over to Mark. “A toast,” I said, as I offered the glass to Mark. “To Misssssster Dynamite and… his new… girlfriend,” I ended in a whisper and stepped in front of Mark to straddle his leg once more, clinking my glass against his in the toasting gesture.
I lowered my mask enough to gain access to my mouth as we both took a sip from our glasses. “So…MY private shows will be half price tomorrow night,” I jokingly remarked. Then I giggled and nudged his leg with mine. I watched Mark take a big swig of his drink, suddenly feeling like Amber did. “Why isn’t he touching me?” I thought, beginning to feel self-conscious.
Mark swallowed the rest of his drink and smiled up at me. “Yep. Twenty five bucks,” he said cheerfully. Then Mr. Dynamite shifted his weight, reached under his butt and pulled out his wallet. I put my hands on my hips and watched Mark take out two $20 bills. He lifted the hem of my dress slightly, exposing the lace tops of my thigh highs, and folded the money gently inside them. “Can you make change?” Mark asked, with a beaming smile and slightly blushing face.
I was having fun with the teasing and anticipation of giving Mark a lap dance. But that cute, crafty, little solicitation was so much better than I could have even imagined. Mark let go of the money and was about to lay his hand back down to his side. Once again, I felt like Amber. “What the fuck do I have to do to get this guy going?” I asked myself. I quickly took my hand from my hip and gently wrapped my fingers around Mark’s wrist before he could withdraw it. I slowly slid my fingers onto his hand and pulled it to the back of my thigh, holding it there until I was sure Mr. Dynamite had no intention of removing it. I let out a loud, intentional exhale in affirmation of Mark’s touch, then began bending my knees, lowering myself down to straddle his lap.
I was very turned on when I felt Mark press himself up to me. “I am now where we both wanted me to be,” I thought. Mark no longer needed to be teased or prodded to touch me. His hands moved with purpose, and a sensual appetite of their own. Mark could not see behind the sunglasses, but my eyes were closed. I had never experienced someone’s touch that way. I didn’t know that sort of pleasure could even exist for me, as I was teased and touched by this man. I lowered myself down and began sliding my ass along the length of his bulge, simulating the sex I hoped would be inevitable. Clearly the brakes had failed on the gay train, as I moaned, placed my hands on his shoulders, and began the up/down, side to side dry humping of Mark’s dick.
My moans and exaggerated exhales filled the void in an otherwise silent living room. However, the one-sided sounds of pleasure were starting to make the encounter uncomfortable for me. Mark was obviously into what we were doing. His hands and hard cock would stand as witnesses to that fact. But for some reason, Mr. Dynamite wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of vocal feedback. I lifted my butt off Mark’s bulging cock and looked down at his face. “I think we need some music,” I whispered. “What do YOU think?” I asked.
Mark looked up at my face, swallowed hard, and whispered, “I think we should go to your bedroom.”
I interlocked my fingers around the back of Mark’s neck, lowered my body back down to meet his cock and whispered, “Then take me to bed.”
Mark is not a small man. He is easily six inches taller than I am, and he has muscles on top of his muscles. I weigh 135 pounds. Never in my life did I think I would be carried to bed by a man. But we both had rewired our brains since I changed my clothes. Mark was regarding me the way I had started to regard myself. I had become a sexy girl. And I was going to let him have me as a sexy girl. Mark enveloped my body into his arms and stood up, lifting me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, as Mark’s legs provided locomotion to my bedroom.
Mark gently lowered my body down to the bed. I slowly crawled up to the headboard, positioning myself on my side facing Mark, and watched as he slowly began to undress.
Mark’s shirt fell to the floor. Then he turned, flipped off the overhead lights and opened the door to the dimly lit closet. The glow from the closet light cast Mark’s body in a halo as he continued in slow, quiet deliberation of the effort to shed his clothes. I broke the silence by commanding, “Alexa! Play songs by Muse”. “Playing songs by Muse,” Alexa affirmed, and the song “Undisclosed Desires” began, putting our own undisclosed desires to music.
I lay motionless and watched Mark take off his clothes. An uncontrollable moan escaped me when I finally gazed on his cock. It took tremendous effort not to roll over and put him in my mouth right then. But I wanted to give up and give in to Mark instead of pursuing him. “If he wants me, then I want him to take me,” I thought. Since I made no effort to remove any of my clothes, I was glad Mark understood that I was going to remain a complete girl in the encounter.
Now completely naked, Mark put one knee onto the bed, reached his hand to my face, hooked the elastic of my mask with his finger and slid it from my ear. I was not going to stop him from touching me any way he wanted, but I was not expecting to have the illusion shattered by showing my face. I inhaled sharply and waited for the countenance on Mark’s face to fade from lust to disgust. He still could not see behind my dark sunglasses that were providing cover for the rest of my face, I could see him clearly though. The disappointed expression I was expecting did not materialise. Instead, it was a look of sincere want. I felt the slow movement of the mattress as the rest of Mark’s body boarded my bed for the passage of pleasure we were embarking on.
I put my hand on Mark’s arm and let it slide up his bicep to his strong, bare shoulder as he slowly, gracefully, mirrored my reclined position on the bed. I softly caressed him, and reacted with a confirming smile when I felt his hand on my hip. A slight increase of pressure from my hand was all it took for Mark to begin guiding his face towards mine.
I kept my eyes open. I wanted to remember every detail of the moment I took another man’s lips on mine. Mark’s tongue immediately parted my lips and I felt the dam break that had been holding back the passion we both were desperate to release. Mark was traversing my legs and butt with his hand, feeling the girl we both wanted him to feel. And my senses were engaged in receiving what I wanted – the smell of his cologne, the stubble on his face, the tension in his arm, chest, and back as he took his pleasure from my body.
We both wanted the same thing…to feel his dick inside me. But I saw how big it was. I knew that act would be painful for me. So I thought, “If we are never in this position again, I want tonight to end in complete ecstasy.” I leaned towards Mark, sending the signal for him to lay on his back. I broke our kiss, let my lips and tongue tease Mark’s face down to his neck, and slid my knees up under me until I was crouched beside his chest. My hand gained purchase around Mark’s cock, firmly choking his shaft and taking long, slow strokes. My mouth set out on a course to rendezvous with my hand as I kissed and licked my way down Mark’s body.
When my face was close enough for my hand to make the introduction to my mouth, I knew that neither of us wanted or would benefit from any anticipatory pause. So without any hesitation, I slid Mark’s cock between my lips and lowered my head until I could not fit any more of it in my mouth. I kept my hand firmly clasped around Mark’s dick to control the depth of it in my mouth when the obligatory thrusting of his hips began. Then, as if on queue, Mark began the motion that my hand and mouth rhythmically complimented. The music playing in the room was no match for the sucking and slurping sounds of my eager, wet mouth on Mark’s cock. I sucked him hard and fast. I was consumed by the hunger for it and would not be satisfied until I made him cum. Mark’s quiet moans increased in intensity and volume until I was sure the moment had arrived. I watched the muscles in his legs get tense. I felt Mark’s balls get tight against my hand. Then I noticed his chest take in a breath and stop…as the warm, wet flood began splashing into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. I started swallowing immediately, but Mark’s cum was escaping from the corners of my mouth onto my hand, then down his shaft to his balls. I kept my hand in a light grip and took one more suck of Mark’s diminishing cockhead before licking my way down to clean off the cum that remained.
Both of us were panting. I let my hand make the trip from Mark’s soft balls to the tip of his cock one more time as I lay back down, facing him. I realize a lot of men do not want to be kissed after a blowjob. So I was not going to just take that liberty. But my desire to be kissed by Mark at that moment was profound, obscene even. I smiled and lay my body against Mark, letting my arm fall across his chest. My stocking-clad leg rubbed over his, in slow deliberation.
A word had not passed either of our lips in what seemed like hours. But for the first time since I got dressed, I couldn’t have cared less. There was enough communication between us in the afterglow of our passionate act that I was completely comfortable just looking at each other. In fact, oddly enough, I realized it wasn’t just comfortable, but preferable. “Alexa! Stop,” I commanded to the Dot, arresting the noise from my desirous bedroom. In the silence that followed, we both smiled as we heard the sound of nylon rubbing against skin.
I moved my hair from the side of my face, and lay my head on Mark’s chest. A second later, I felt his hand gently pushing my shoulder up. I raised my head to look at him. And in one motion, he had me turned onto my back. Mark immediately took my hands in his and climbed on top of me, pinning my hands to the bed near my head. He leaned down and began kissing me. His tongue so deep in my mouth, as if he was mining it for gold. We kissed like that for several minutes before Mark let my hands free. I wrapped my arms around him and held his body tight to me, moaning and kissing for a long time. Mark finally broke his kiss from my mouth and panted into my neck, while I enjoyed the full weight of his body on top of me. “Wow!” is all I could whisper.
“Sorry,” Mark whispered. Then he quietly laughed and raised up on his arms to look at me underneath him. “I just had to kiss you again,” he admitted.
I smiled and replied, “You did the right thing, Misssssster Dynamite”.
Mark laughed out loud and rolled off of me. I took my position on my side and watched as he retreated from my bed to the floor. “I hate having to go, but I….” Mark began. I cut him off before he felt compelled to make an apology or lamentation about leaving.
“Of course! My God, it’s wicked late!” I exclaimed, as I made my way off the bed. I felt a bit wobbly on two legs again. I walked around to the other side of the bed where Mark was finishing up the unbefitting routine of getting dressed after a sexual affair. I leaned my back against the wall and gave a little sigh before I ventured to ask aloud, “Are we still on for tomorrow night?”
Mark turned to face me, putting his hands to my hips. He stepped closer, until his body was pressing me against the wall. Even in four inch heels, I had to look up to meet his gaze. “You bet your ass we are,” Mark replied, then softly kissed my lips.
End of Part 2
