Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole
Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole
By Sabrina
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Author's Note: Hi, just a quick little story to make us all wet and squishy. Three older crosssdressers have a little more excitement than they are used to after lunch. I hope YOU like it...
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The Boynton Tavern
So we did lunch, it was a thing we did. I had to admit it was one of the things I did that I liked the best.
"Hi ladies, what will it be today? Sabrina?"
"Ceasar salad please." That was my go-to, I was easy, I needed something light. I was wearing the tightest corset, I couldn't eat much anyway. Lunch wasn't about eating for me.
"The Cowboy cut with roasted potatoes, you can give me some vegetables if you like, give some color to my plate." Brenda went for steak, she said she never had it at home, never even turned on her grill anymore, ever.
"And for you Sarah?"
"Mmm, I'll have, um," Sarah was always last, she would change her mind a couple of times, she would read the menu like a Jane Austen novel. "How about the salmon?"
"Are you sure?" We would giggle, I loved watching Sarah decide anything. Her fingers would tap on her chin, her long nails would be glowing.
"Ooh no, the catfish, yes, and lots of vegetables. Ooh and lemon on the side, or lime, no lemon." She checked with us, we all gave her a high approval rating. "Thank you." She was eating healthier, she was worried about her cholesterol levels. She really wanted a hamburger. "Ooh, no give me the avocado toast." She made an embarrassed grimace. "Whew."
"Of course. Okay, ladies, I will bring some sangria, lunch will be ready in no time." She winked, she smiled, Trudi was our favorite waitress. Three times we took her on our traipses after lunch, we once invited her and her boyfriend out to dinner for Brenda's birthday. Well, before she broke up with him. Sangria was always on the house.
Once the pitcher came, we poured, we drank. The other two said they needed a little alcohol to take the edge off. I didn't really know what they meant, I never felt an edge, I only liked the taste, the fruit. Actually, I would drink whatever Trudi brought us, whatever they were making special that day, sometimes the owner would come over and buy us a round of drinks. He also called us ladies, it was nice.
The two other ladies were sucking their straws, they were always relaxed at lunch. Me? I was always excited, I would be rubbing my nylons and constantly recrossing my legs. Personally, I was looking to put an extra edge on, being with the other two girls did something massive to my confidence, my libido, and I was waiting for a little adventure, but the other two, well, they just wanted lunch.
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"Come in, come in, come in..."
The three of us started these lunches three years before. We all went to the same salon. I always thought it was funny that the salon wasn't in, or even near where we lived. We lived in Worchester, Massachusetts and the salon was forty minutes away in Framingham. The woman, Marilyn, who worked on our wigs and nails and curves got us together. She said it was quite coincidental that we had so much in common. We lived in the same city, we were almost the same age, we were all retired, and we were all beautiful crossdressers, well, that was her words. Oh, and we were all married.
"Hello, Ladies,"
Even Marilyn called us ladies, right from the start, as soon as the three of us had gotten together. We were in one of the side rooms, the ones for waxing and shaving and other things which led to clothes being taken off, you know a little nakedness. It was very private.
Marilyn introduced us, she gave us wine, we had a nice afternoon. It was the longest I had been out of the house in a dress in years since I was in my twenties. I told my quick little story, I was so embarrassed.
"I have been um, dressing up since I was young, real young. I went a little crazy with it when I was a teenager and in my early twenties and then I got married. That was twenty-five years ago, I'm fifty-one, have two k**s that are out of the house, and a bored wife that doesn't know I still wear heels. She thought I gave it up on our tenth anniversary. She doesn't realize it's all I think about. I'm also a little obsessed with makeup I could spend hours if I have the time, trying different looks." I scrunched my face, I swallowed, I was going to be judged, I think I was blushing.
"Oh my god, I could say the same exact thing."
Brenda was the tallest and definitely the most full-figured of the three of us. She was a retired Worchester cop, eight years off the force, she was African American and she was very pretty. She wore a light brown wig that reached her shoulders, and she loved sleeveless dresses to show off her arms. They were surprisingly feminine.
"I just turned fifty-three, I'm six-five in three-inch heels, and my wife knows. I told her when I retired, she doesn't feel too great, she has a history of heart problems. I love her, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me, she doesn't mind me getting dressed up as long as she doesn't have to witness it, hehe. Like I would ever show her, like I would ever show the k**s." We all laughed, it was nice, it was nice sharing our stories, sharing our almost one hundered and fifty combined years of crossdressing. Unfortunately, Brenda's wife died a year and a half later. It was hard on her, it was hard on all of us even though we never met her. We didn't want to have to explain who we were, we went to the wake and funeral and sat in a corner.
Sometimes Marilyn had to get up, meet with a client, and instruct one of the other workers, she left us alone. That first time we were all in short dresses, heels, full makeup, we wanted to make a good impression, wanted to show off our feminine sides to the max. We wanted to show off our jewelry and hand gestures. We were quiet, we were getting used to each other. I was just getting used to talking to someone while in femme mode again, it was so much easier when the people you were talking to were in the same situation. We smiled, we played with our hair, we checked our long nails, our bags, I finished my wine.
"So getting to know each other a little better?" Marilyn was back, we smiled, we all shook our heads.
"Yes." We all lied.
"Good. Sarah, tell us all a little bit about yourself."
Sarah looked at us each in turn, took a long deep breath. "Well, where would I even start?" I could tell she would have liked to of cried.
She was the oldest and definitely the most passable. She had long gray, white hair which landed somewhere around her bra strap. She was constantly playing with it and sometimes even braiding it. We all told her she was stunning, gorgeous, she had the best eyebrows, best cheeks, we were all jealous. She was also the timidest, she was the one that had trouble leaving through the front door of the salon, leaving the car, or going anywhere that might have men in the vicinity. She never gave anyone eye contact.
"Mmm, I am fifty-eight, my wife kind of knows. She doesn't approve. I have been cross-dressing for ever. I go away a couple of times a year to dress up, to become myself again, and, um, I want to do it more now that I have time. I would like to experience life as a 'female' before I die." She took another deep breath, "I would like to get more comfortable talking to people."
"Marilyn, touched her hand, "You will. Now that the three of you are together. You will all have more confidence, more of an 'I don't care' attitude. There is power in numbers and you three are ready for some fun, you deserve it." She poured more wine and we talked some more, even when she left the room, it was nice, I learned a lot. I learned I wasn't the only one in Worchester like me. Maybe there were even more 'women' like me in this world.
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After that first time with the other two ladies we opened up a little more, we told more stories, much more personal remembrances and we got together so much more. We started to discover each other's personalities. Sarah was the smart one, the quietest, she was less likely to do anything out of the ordinary. She could take weeks to decide on things, new dresses, new shoes, new hairstyles. She was the opposite of the words, impulsive and rambunctious. While Brenda was the chatty one, the loudest and the biggest. She didn't really care if others knew she was a male in a dress, she was out to have fun, especially after her wife had passed. We also let her make most of the plans, she was the one that introduced us to Trudi at 'Boynton Tavern,' and she was the one that had been going to visit Marilyn at the salon the longest. She also made us get every bit of our hair removed from our bodies. My wife was suspicious.
"Why do your legs look so smooth?" She asked me three weeks after my last esthetician visit.
"I don't know, maybe 'cause I'm getting old." I shrugged, I told her I had to go, had to get the car tuned or fixed or something. Whatever people did with a car. She never asked again, I wore sweatpants now instead of shorts. I was a really bad liar.
I felt I was the most different of the three of us. I was the youngest by only two years, but I was the youngest in my way of thinking. I wanted to dress like I was in my early twenties, I wanted to wear the highest heels, I wanted to flirt while we were at the restaurant. Maybe I even wanted people to think of me as a MILF, since I did have the largest breast forms. Double D by the way. I was also the shortest, I was 5'8". When I wore my six-inch heels I was still only 6'1", the other two had at least three to five inches on me. They called me petite, it made me giggle. I was also the one that made them nervous the most, I was the one that would walk out of the dressing room partly naked to ask opinions, I was the one that had my ears pierced, the longest nail tips, my teeth whitened, my nose fixed. I even had Marilyn make a little strip of hair in my panties, my wife would never see it, and I wanted to feel more feminine. I was also the one that would initiate conversations with men.
"Nice day for a walk, and I love your suit." I would squint my eyes, I was trying to be cute, I didn't know if I actually was or not.
"Oh thank you, you ladies all look lovely today too." Brenda and I would smile, Sarah would check her watch, her phone.
"Sabrina," After they moved on Sarah would scold me, "Those men were so young, they are going to assume we were interested in them. Maybe even interested in their suits."
"Ha, well aren't we?"
Yes, I was the one that was most interested in men. I could tell the ladies loved it when the guys spoke to us, complimented us, checked out our legs when we left almost any space. Three pairs of legs in short dresses and high heels made us popular at the malls, museums, getting out of cars. They acted like they didn't approve, but it was an act, they did nothing but talk about men when we were at lunch. Even though they were very quiet about it. Brenda had a thing for her tall muscled mechanic, she would tells us how sweaty he got as he bent and worked on her engine. Sarah loved romantic comedies, imagining she was the starlet running away, getting married, or falling in love with her best friend from high school. Me? I would sit in the restaurant and look for the most handsome men, even some much younger ones, I wanted to wink, make eye contact, make sure they knew the three of us were there. Make sure they assumed we were interested. Make sure they knew we were ladies.
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The Boynton Tavern
again
"So, the zoo, the brewery, the Historical Museums? What should we do this afternoon?" Sarah was ready, she was looking into her compact fluffing her forehead, the men heading to the table next to us smiled and said good afternoon as they sat down, she was ready to leave.
"No more Historical Museums." That was the last place I wanted to go, "We have hit every single one in a hundred-mile radius, they are always empty." The Worcester Historical Museum was four blocks away from my house, I had never been so nervous before. I was so afraid I was going to run into someone I knew, like the wife. Now I wanted to go someplace I have been fantasising about for quite a while, someplace perfect for three ladies in heels. "I have an idea, but don't shoot it down right away, okay?"
The two of them looked at me nervously, Sarah then snuck another glance at the four men behind her, through her little compact mirror, they would be listening, they wanted to know what hot 'middle-aged women' did on an afternoon off.
"I was thinking," I had a sly grin on my face, I just finished fixing my red lipstick. I looked around, I then whispered the next bit. "How about that adult video store on Highland?"
Sarah dropped her wine glass, the two of them got distracted, Trudi came over to help clean up.
Brenda looked around again. "Why the adult store, can't we go to the movies or something? We can see a PG-13, an R."
"There is also a home decorating show today at the conference center. I could use some curtain rods." Sarah was hopeful, she suddenly had another glass of wine. She started biting her nails.
"I think we need to get out of our comfort zone, I want to go someplace salacious, naughty, I am so ready to take it up a notch."
"I'm not, I want to bring it down a couple." Sarah was still looking around, even at the men next to us, she didn't want anyone to hear my idea. The two of them very rarely did what I wanted to do, I knew they were always skeptical, but today I really wanted to go someplace to meet people, to meet men. "Please, just a quick walk around, then we can go to the movies or the decor show. I will treat both of you wherever we go, whatever you want."
"Someone's going to see the car in the lot." Being an ex-cop Brenda was always worried she was being followed, being spied on.
"That's okay I'm driving. I don't mind." I giggled again, I gave them my brightest smile, I was trying to stay positive. "Please, we are all dressed up so nice today, we had our nails lengthened, painted, we all got so many compliments at the salon."
Brenda was in a black and white patterned dress showing off her knees and her two-inch high sandals. She was wearing her wife's ankle bracelet, gold Swiss watch, and gold bangles. Her boobs looked amazing. She was the only one that didn't wear falsies or a breastplate, she filled up a B-cup quite nicely. Her wig of course was perfect, Marilyn made sure of it, it always looked natural and it softened all of her features. It just barely hid her long dangling earrings. She had dark pink lipstick matching her nails. She would be the only one keeping on the nail color for at least a week.
Brenda had a finger on her lips, she was thinking. "Mmm, I haven't been to one in a long time, I wouldn't even know what to expect."
Sarah was looking into her mirror again. She was in a black shirtwaist dress, showing off her legs and her chest, but no cleavage, she never showed any, even though the V-neck was cut quite low. Sarah always wore her wife's old work clothes, when she was working at a bank. She always looked professional, always ready for a meeting. She was quite thin and had a nice figure, everyone assumed she was a woman already, she had that gleam in her eye that every crossdresser dreamed of. Her natural grey hair was blown back showing off her gold, thick and heavy earrings, matching her many bracelets. She was always jingling, we always knew she was in the vicinity. She was carrying a sexy leopard clutch and matching pumps. I could tell she was ready to show off, she was just acting shy. I knew she had a wild side bottled up inside of her, I wanted her to let that wild side out. I wanted to be the one that helped her do it.
"What happens if someone sees us walking in?" Sarah was still worried, the conversation was too nerve-wracking for her. Brenda had to scold her to stop her from biting her long beige nails.
"Well if they see our asses in our new outfits, the place will get mighty crowded... quick." I giggled but they didn't. "Who is going to see us that we know, let's not worry about things we shouldn't be worried about. Let's just have fun." And I was so ready to have fun, I was wearing the shortest light blue dress with white polka dots. It was hiding my Maidenform bra and tiny white bikini panties. I was nice and thin with a corset and nice and round with hip pads, I was quite curvy for a 'woman' in her fifties, I went to the gym three times a week. I loved showing off my legs, encased in sheer nude pantyhose, they were visible from the top of my thighs down. I had on five-inch black sandals with a sexy ankle strap and showcased my red toenails matching my red fingernails. My blonde hair was long, it was a wig and it was expensive and straight, it went straight down to below my double Ds. I was also showing plenty of cleavage. I had on the new breast forms that I got from Europe, Marilyn ordered them for me, they were perfect, they matched my coloring, they made me look so busty, of course. The seam was covered by a black collar around my neck, it said 'SMILE!' of all things. I was also wearing my biggest hoops, they lightly touched my shoulder, I loved how they looked peeking through my hair.
"Please, pretty please," I begged some more, and I felt them melt, I felt them change their minds. I felt them want to do something for me, with me.
I studied them, the two of them were so beautiful. I loved them so much. In the last three years we have become inseparable and had risen completely out of our shells, Marilyn was so right. She knew dressing in public would be easier with friends. Shopping, visiting, and flirting would be more fun with an accomplice, another girl who felt the same, had the same desires and fetishes. And look at our makeup, we were stunning, we all had on false eyelashes, lots of mascara, dark shadow. We all had perfect eyebrows, plump lips, and straight eyeliner. We were definitely ready to at least talk to some men. We were ready to shop at an adult store, I think we were ready to act like adults.
"Okay, let's do it. We can be quick, then let's go to the zoo." Brenda seemed kind of ready, so we all got up and said goodbye to the four men. We said goodbye to Trudi, I even asked her to come, she had just broken up with her boyfriend and I knew she would love a good distraction.
"I wish, I'm going to be here a while, but you three ladies have fun." And she waved us out of the restaurant.
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Highland Video
I didn't really know what an adult store consisted of, I didn't understand the logistics of it, I had never been to one before. And why was there always Video in the title, what was it still the nineties inside these types of places? We parked towards the back, Brenda was making me hide the car, which meant we had to walk all around the entire building. We took in the whole perimeter in our heels, clicking on the concrete. The store itself was lonely on the quiet block, just two empty lots, an office building, and the adult store, with the huge parking lot. There were quite a few cars here.
Me, Brenda, then Sarah walked in, we went from nonchalant to nervous as we went through the big tinted glass doors. Right away we were greeted by a huge man with a booming voice. "Ladies, welcome. Are you interested in anything special?"
Of course, he was looking at me, I was in front, he was looking down my dress, he wanted an answer.
"No just looking, thank you." I smiled sheepishly, I used my perfect femme voice. The man then glanced down at my legs, he approved. He then looked over the other two as they made their way passed him, smelling their perfume.
The place was quite big, it was deceiving on the outside. It was filled with shelves and shelves of sex aids and toys all behind locked glass doors. There were free-standing racks of anal beads, massagers, and jewelry, there were racks of bodysuits, pole wear, and costumes, there were glass counters filled with dildos, rabbits, and chastity devices. The only thing missing were men, well anyone. We were the only three walking around on a quiet Thursday afternoon. We were the only ones in this bright fluorescent fantasy of ours.
"Mmm, I love these." I was quite amazed at all the wigs on the wall, I ran my fingers through them, all cheap but in all types of colors and styles, then the front door opened and two men walked in.
"Hi, gorgeous."
Sarah got nervous, she spun, she knocked over a full rack of condoms and lube, boxes were flying across the floor, metal cans rolled down the aisles. She was on her knees, in her corporate black dress and a man was close to her ass as he helped with the strewn items.
We heard the guy from the door call in his deep voice, "Ade, come and help!"
Someone, a rather large man in a flannel and baseball hat came from a back door and helped put the rack back up, he seemed quite happy that there were women in the store, he didn't care that we were making a mess. He was helping Sarah, they were restocking.
"Are you three ladies going to go in the back, watch one of the movies?"
Brenda looked at him, she turned and gave me a weird face, she looked a little nauseous, so I spoke. "Um, okay." Sarah gave me that look, I knew it was the last thing she wanted me to say. The three of us followed the large black man to the back door, the other two men close behind.
"Here you go," The door opened into a long dark hall, music was playing and he motioned to five doors. He opened up the second one for us, the two men behind us went into the first. "Here are some tokens for the videos." He showed us how to access the movies. "If you want I can open the wall." And he pointed.
"No that's okay," Brenda said, hiding behind her hands. "We know what a wall looks like."
It was quite a big room, large flat screen on the far end, cushions on the floor, a box for tokens, and a machine with free condoms. The room was painted dark gray and the lights were quite dim, it seemed quite seedy, I was loving it. The man left, he tipped his hat and he closed the door with a thud. We couldn't even hear the music anymore.
"What should we watch?" I asked the other two, popping in a token.
"Wait, that guy, the black one, Ade." Brenda walked closer to me, she moved her head toward the door. "I arrested him about, I don't know six, seven years ago. Do you think he recognized me?"
"Probably not, you are quite beautiful now," I giggled, I teased, I didn't want her too highly strung.
With a loud click, I heard the movie start. "Oh, my god, we better go, Sabrina, this was such a bad idea." Sarah was already at the door, when she opened it there was people outside, a crowd, it was like a convention. Three men walked into the room before Sarah could close it and lock it again.
"Wow, bonus! Three hot ladies." The three men watched us, we sort of froze. They were all dressed quite nicely, they looked like they were on a lunch break from the corporate office, the cubicle, the municipal courts. I could tell they weren't watching the movie behind me on the big screen. They each sat on a metal chair, they got comfortable quickly, they all picked out a girl. The porn movie wasn't that loud but it was completely drowning out my thoughts, my options to do anything but make believe I was a slut. Something that I knew I could become given the right circumstances. These were the right circumstances.
One of the men patted his lap, he looked up at me hopeful. He pulled out a bottle of Fireball from his suit jacket and handed it to me. I took a tentative sip. He grabbed my hand and I slipped on top of him, my short dress riding up showing my entire leg. He had his hands rubbing the nylon immediately. I took another sip and then handed it back to him, just to give his hand something else to do. I looked behind us and Brenda was talking to one of the other men, he was as tall as her, he was admiring her watch, her bangles. She didn't look too concerned or nervous.
"I will not do that." Sarah walked away from guy number three.
She went to the door but he lightly held her shoulder. "It's okay, I'm sorry, I don't know your situation." He then helped her close the door before anyone else got inside. I saw arms and a couple of legs. "Please let's talk." I could tell she didn't want to talk, but I couldn't really do anything, the man ran his hand up my back, he started playing with my bra strap, my hair. His cock was hard and massive, I felt it push against my bottom, even through the material of his jeans. I was intrigued that I was making him hard, keeping him that way.
I didn't really know what we were supposed to do, what did people do in these rooms, I thought we watched and discussed movies. I looked over at Brenda and she and the man were making out, she had him against the wall, her arms around his neck. She was pushing her thick leg into his crotch, I was kind of surprised she was so forward, she must have been dying for some male companionship. I was quite proud of her.
"We just came from lunch, the Boynton Tavern, do you know it?" Sarah and her Spanish admirer were sitting close together, holding a conversation, she looked a little more reserved, she looked like she could possibly be enjoying herself.
"I do, I would love to take you there sometime." He was trying to hold her hand, trying to move his fingers up her arm. "We could have drinks."
I started paying attention, "Whoa," I suddenly told the guy kissing my neck, he had a handful of my breast and another one crawling up my silky leg getting awfully close to my light blue panties. "Is this what happens in this room?"
"It's my first time here but I'm going to say yes."
"What is your name?"
"Mike."
"And your real name?"
"Still Mike." And then he kissed me, right on the lips.
"Still Mike I never kissed a man before."
He looked confused, "No?"
I had to admit it was okay, I didn't mind it, I think I would do it again. I think I will do it again now, and we started to kiss again. I felt his tongue make its way around my teeth, my lips. He tasted like cinnamon. I opened my eyes as my lips ran over his. Mike was quite good looking, he was also quite young, at least ten years younger then us three. Soon I put my hands on his chest, I unbuttoned his shirt admiring my long nails moving down and revealing his hard chest. This was exactly what I needed, exactly the type of experience I was craving. I started to bounce on his lap feeling his cock below me, while I played with the thick hair on his chest. I loved watching my long nails tickle his pecs, his nipples. He made me shift as he took out his penis. It was hairy, it was very long at least three times the size of my little 'clit.' I took hold of it, I rolled it around my fingers, I pushed his manhood against his body. I rubbed him, I wanted him to cum, I wanted to tell Trudi I made a man cum at the adult store. I then heard a yelp.
"Wait, slow down, please." Sarah was surprisingly on her knees, between her man's legs, her hands on his thighs. "You don't have to guide me, I think I could do this on my own." I only saw her back but I knew she had this man's cock inside her mouth, I couldn't believe it, I totally forgot I had one in my hand.
The video kept playing, the man and woman were having their own orgasms, having their own wild time.
Mike made me get up and I straddled him, his large cock between us. My shiny nylon legs dangling next to him. I had my arms around his neck again, and he had his hands on my bra strap, I felt him unhook it even through the dress, I was surprised, he had a gift, I felt my boobs get slightly lower.
"Um, Mike, my breasts aren't real."
"No?"
"Is that okay? Would you still like to finish?" I was pretty close to him, his nose touching mine.
"We should probably finish, you are too cute."
He started to kiss me again, finishing was the only option. I heard the other two girls, the other two men, moan and squawk, yelp and plead. I was guessing someone was getting close to orgasm, someone was going to cum and it wasn't Mike, I felt I had to hurry up I didn't want to be last. I didn't want to be the last one to make a man cum, I would never live it down. So I dropped to my knees, fixing my short dress, I surprised him with my flexibility. I made him maneuver and I pulled down his pants and striped briefs. I kissed his cock. I had a perfect eight-inch dildo hiding in a box in my basement so I knew I could take him down my throat, I knew he would enjoy it. I knew I would be doing this again.
"Ahh," He moaned as I sucked, and I tightened my lips around his manhood. I gave him eye contact, he was loving it.
I was surprised how quickly this escalated, how fast the ladies became sluts, how fast Sarah made her man cum. He was screaming, he was cumming in two languages. Sarah looked like she was enjoying herself. She looked great from the back, her nylon legs and her high heels, that man was lucky to have such a pretty, smart woman on his dick.
I watched Brenda, she was now rubbing her considerable ass against the man, they were leaning against the door causing it to bang and make so much noise, making those in the hall jealous. Brenda had a huge smile on her face, she was biting her lip, she was probably glad I made this suggestion. She gave me a look.
Mike then started playing with my blonde hair, as I kissed the length of his cock. I looked up and winked at him, his dick against my lips. I then put his balls into my mouth, I sucked and tickled. I licked his thighs, I took him back into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat, I held. I held my breath, I tried to reach his pubic hair with my nose. I couldn't breathe so I slowly let him out of my mouth, I thought I did quite well my first-time deep throating a real cock. A man's hard cock. I did it a couple of times more, grabbing his thighs for balance. I was now imagining what he would tell his friends later, imagining he wouldn't tell his wife, his girlfriend, his mother. His body was moving, he started grunting, he was ready to blow.
"I'm gonna cum baby. Where do you want it?"
"Where?"
"Yeah, where. Did no one ever ask you this question before?" And then he came, I had no time to answer. I felt his sperm all over my chin, lips, and cheeks. I dove onto his hard cock and sucked the rest of the cum out of his system. He still had his hands in my hair.
"Mmm." I moaned as he finished inside of me.
"Holy shit!"
Brenda was still pushing her ass into her man, he held her hips as he pushed and came against her. He was cursing up a storm. He had a tremendous smile on his face, he was officially in heaven. He kept on bucking and grinding into her, into her ass, her soft dress. When he stopped cumming he grabbed her under her boobs and pulled her into him, kissing her neck. He whispered something in her ear.
I started cleaning off Mike, I licked all the jism from his pants. I moved all the jism from my face into my waiting mouth. I liked that he watched. I was happy I sucked him to completion, I was so happy he had cum.
"How was it?" I asked, I smiled my best smile, teeth and all.
He pulled me up and I sat in his lap, we made out a little more, the video stopped and the room was quiet. I looked over his shoulder, Brenda was fixing her hair, she had her brush out, the man was holding her waist, nuzzling her neck. Sarah was sitting next to the Spanish man, he had an arm around her shoulder, she was showing him pictures. She was pointing to something on her phone.
*
The men were gone, the dim gray room was quiet, I put another token in the machine. We watched some porn, that was what you did here, I wanted to do all the correct and appropriate things. I wanted to write about it in my diary.
"That was quite nice," I told them. I had my compact out, I was fixing my lips, I was using my blush brush. I looked at the two of them next to me. "Right?"
"It WAS surprisingly." Brenda squeaked. "Maybe we can do this again, we can invite some men over to my house, and we can make dinner."
I gave her my best 'Oh, can we' look.
"It was interesting but I never have to do that again." Sarah was still looking at her phone, she was shaking her head. "I look so unattractive with a man's penis in my mouth." She showed us the pictures, I was instantly jealous, I wanted a record of my time with a man, with a huge cock in my mouth. Why didn't I think of that? Figures Sarah was always the smart one.
Brenda stood up, she stretched, "Okay it's still early, where to next? The zoo, the Home Decor show?"
Suddenly there was a weird noise, like blinds being opened, like a latch being pulled, like a curtain being drawn.
I turned, "I guess the wall is open." And suddenly cocks started to appear out of these perfectly round holes in the wall. Sarah was the first one on her knees, she got her pick of the biggest one. I was surprised she was so quick, she seemed so against the process only a minute before.
I slid in next to her, mine was uncut, it was quite thick, thicker than Mike's. Brenda took her time, she grabbed one and played with it, she rubbed, she then took another one in her other hand. Lastly, she put her lips on another one, black, big, and thick. She sucked and the man behind the wall was already moaning, he was happy he was the one that got to enter her lips. Brenda was servicing three cocks at the same time, that had to be a record at least for her. It was going to be a goal for me and Sarah. After they all came, we swallowed, we fixed our lips again, we brushed our hair again, we ignored the new cocks now waiting for attention.
"Sorry gentlemen." I called through the wall, underneath the sign; 'No Looking Through The Holes.' It was time for these ladies to leave.
We had an audience as we left the gray room. It seems everyone wanted to know the 'women' who entered their lives today, what they looked like and smelled like. We washed in the dirty ladies' room and then I picked out a blue wig and a couple of novelties. I was hoping they had a mug for Trudi that said; 'Someone Went to the Gloryhole and all I got was this Lousy Mug.' They didn't, but they said they would put in an order for some. It would be a good excuse to come again.
"Ladies, can we come again?"
"We'll see."
*
It was late, we completely missed the zoo but we did catch a little bit of the Home Decor show. Sarah even picked up her curtain rods. It was quite nice, we flirted with all the men, we nodded to all the women, we purposely fixed our pantyhose in the middle of the aisle, we purposely redid our lips leaning on the tables. Today, I feel something inside us had changed, something was different, we had a little bit of sunshine in our smiles, our eyes. A couple of gentlemen even bought us soft drinks, they invited us out to dinner. Brenda invited them to her house one night instead, it would be quiet, she would use her grill again, maybe even make some steaks.
"Brenda, I can't believe you accepted a date with a man while I'm standing right next to you. I was holding your hand"
She shrugged, "I had you arrested before, I can do it again. Don't tempt me." She had her finger on his chest.
Ade shrugged, it was fine, he was going home with her tonight anyway, he was taking home a beautiful 'woman.' Wait until he learns that next week I was planning on taking the ladies to a 'speed dating cocktail party.' After that, who knows, maybe I will let them convince me to go to another one of those Historical Museums.
We'll see.
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The End
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By Sabrina
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Author's Note: Hi, just a quick little story to make us all wet and squishy. Three older crosssdressers have a little more excitement than they are used to after lunch. I hope YOU like it...
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The Boynton Tavern
So we did lunch, it was a thing we did. I had to admit it was one of the things I did that I liked the best.
"Hi ladies, what will it be today? Sabrina?"
"Ceasar salad please." That was my go-to, I was easy, I needed something light. I was wearing the tightest corset, I couldn't eat much anyway. Lunch wasn't about eating for me.
"The Cowboy cut with roasted potatoes, you can give me some vegetables if you like, give some color to my plate." Brenda went for steak, she said she never had it at home, never even turned on her grill anymore, ever.
"And for you Sarah?"
"Mmm, I'll have, um," Sarah was always last, she would change her mind a couple of times, she would read the menu like a Jane Austen novel. "How about the salmon?"
"Are you sure?" We would giggle, I loved watching Sarah decide anything. Her fingers would tap on her chin, her long nails would be glowing.
"Ooh no, the catfish, yes, and lots of vegetables. Ooh and lemon on the side, or lime, no lemon." She checked with us, we all gave her a high approval rating. "Thank you." She was eating healthier, she was worried about her cholesterol levels. She really wanted a hamburger. "Ooh, no give me the avocado toast." She made an embarrassed grimace. "Whew."
"Of course. Okay, ladies, I will bring some sangria, lunch will be ready in no time." She winked, she smiled, Trudi was our favorite waitress. Three times we took her on our traipses after lunch, we once invited her and her boyfriend out to dinner for Brenda's birthday. Well, before she broke up with him. Sangria was always on the house.
Once the pitcher came, we poured, we drank. The other two said they needed a little alcohol to take the edge off. I didn't really know what they meant, I never felt an edge, I only liked the taste, the fruit. Actually, I would drink whatever Trudi brought us, whatever they were making special that day, sometimes the owner would come over and buy us a round of drinks. He also called us ladies, it was nice.
The two other ladies were sucking their straws, they were always relaxed at lunch. Me? I was always excited, I would be rubbing my nylons and constantly recrossing my legs. Personally, I was looking to put an extra edge on, being with the other two girls did something massive to my confidence, my libido, and I was waiting for a little adventure, but the other two, well, they just wanted lunch.
***
"Come in, come in, come in..."
The three of us started these lunches three years before. We all went to the same salon. I always thought it was funny that the salon wasn't in, or even near where we lived. We lived in Worchester, Massachusetts and the salon was forty minutes away in Framingham. The woman, Marilyn, who worked on our wigs and nails and curves got us together. She said it was quite coincidental that we had so much in common. We lived in the same city, we were almost the same age, we were all retired, and we were all beautiful crossdressers, well, that was her words. Oh, and we were all married.
"Hello, Ladies,"
Even Marilyn called us ladies, right from the start, as soon as the three of us had gotten together. We were in one of the side rooms, the ones for waxing and shaving and other things which led to clothes being taken off, you know a little nakedness. It was very private.
Marilyn introduced us, she gave us wine, we had a nice afternoon. It was the longest I had been out of the house in a dress in years since I was in my twenties. I told my quick little story, I was so embarrassed.
"I have been um, dressing up since I was young, real young. I went a little crazy with it when I was a teenager and in my early twenties and then I got married. That was twenty-five years ago, I'm fifty-one, have two k**s that are out of the house, and a bored wife that doesn't know I still wear heels. She thought I gave it up on our tenth anniversary. She doesn't realize it's all I think about. I'm also a little obsessed with makeup I could spend hours if I have the time, trying different looks." I scrunched my face, I swallowed, I was going to be judged, I think I was blushing.
"Oh my god, I could say the same exact thing."
Brenda was the tallest and definitely the most full-figured of the three of us. She was a retired Worchester cop, eight years off the force, she was African American and she was very pretty. She wore a light brown wig that reached her shoulders, and she loved sleeveless dresses to show off her arms. They were surprisingly feminine.
"I just turned fifty-three, I'm six-five in three-inch heels, and my wife knows. I told her when I retired, she doesn't feel too great, she has a history of heart problems. I love her, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me, she doesn't mind me getting dressed up as long as she doesn't have to witness it, hehe. Like I would ever show her, like I would ever show the k**s." We all laughed, it was nice, it was nice sharing our stories, sharing our almost one hundered and fifty combined years of crossdressing. Unfortunately, Brenda's wife died a year and a half later. It was hard on her, it was hard on all of us even though we never met her. We didn't want to have to explain who we were, we went to the wake and funeral and sat in a corner.
Sometimes Marilyn had to get up, meet with a client, and instruct one of the other workers, she left us alone. That first time we were all in short dresses, heels, full makeup, we wanted to make a good impression, wanted to show off our feminine sides to the max. We wanted to show off our jewelry and hand gestures. We were quiet, we were getting used to each other. I was just getting used to talking to someone while in femme mode again, it was so much easier when the people you were talking to were in the same situation. We smiled, we played with our hair, we checked our long nails, our bags, I finished my wine.
"So getting to know each other a little better?" Marilyn was back, we smiled, we all shook our heads.
"Yes." We all lied.
"Good. Sarah, tell us all a little bit about yourself."
Sarah looked at us each in turn, took a long deep breath. "Well, where would I even start?" I could tell she would have liked to of cried.
She was the oldest and definitely the most passable. She had long gray, white hair which landed somewhere around her bra strap. She was constantly playing with it and sometimes even braiding it. We all told her she was stunning, gorgeous, she had the best eyebrows, best cheeks, we were all jealous. She was also the timidest, she was the one that had trouble leaving through the front door of the salon, leaving the car, or going anywhere that might have men in the vicinity. She never gave anyone eye contact.
"Mmm, I am fifty-eight, my wife kind of knows. She doesn't approve. I have been cross-dressing for ever. I go away a couple of times a year to dress up, to become myself again, and, um, I want to do it more now that I have time. I would like to experience life as a 'female' before I die." She took another deep breath, "I would like to get more comfortable talking to people."
"Marilyn, touched her hand, "You will. Now that the three of you are together. You will all have more confidence, more of an 'I don't care' attitude. There is power in numbers and you three are ready for some fun, you deserve it." She poured more wine and we talked some more, even when she left the room, it was nice, I learned a lot. I learned I wasn't the only one in Worchester like me. Maybe there were even more 'women' like me in this world.
***
After that first time with the other two ladies we opened up a little more, we told more stories, much more personal remembrances and we got together so much more. We started to discover each other's personalities. Sarah was the smart one, the quietest, she was less likely to do anything out of the ordinary. She could take weeks to decide on things, new dresses, new shoes, new hairstyles. She was the opposite of the words, impulsive and rambunctious. While Brenda was the chatty one, the loudest and the biggest. She didn't really care if others knew she was a male in a dress, she was out to have fun, especially after her wife had passed. We also let her make most of the plans, she was the one that introduced us to Trudi at 'Boynton Tavern,' and she was the one that had been going to visit Marilyn at the salon the longest. She also made us get every bit of our hair removed from our bodies. My wife was suspicious.
"Why do your legs look so smooth?" She asked me three weeks after my last esthetician visit.
"I don't know, maybe 'cause I'm getting old." I shrugged, I told her I had to go, had to get the car tuned or fixed or something. Whatever people did with a car. She never asked again, I wore sweatpants now instead of shorts. I was a really bad liar.
I felt I was the most different of the three of us. I was the youngest by only two years, but I was the youngest in my way of thinking. I wanted to dress like I was in my early twenties, I wanted to wear the highest heels, I wanted to flirt while we were at the restaurant. Maybe I even wanted people to think of me as a MILF, since I did have the largest breast forms. Double D by the way. I was also the shortest, I was 5'8". When I wore my six-inch heels I was still only 6'1", the other two had at least three to five inches on me. They called me petite, it made me giggle. I was also the one that made them nervous the most, I was the one that would walk out of the dressing room partly naked to ask opinions, I was the one that had my ears pierced, the longest nail tips, my teeth whitened, my nose fixed. I even had Marilyn make a little strip of hair in my panties, my wife would never see it, and I wanted to feel more feminine. I was also the one that would initiate conversations with men.
"Nice day for a walk, and I love your suit." I would squint my eyes, I was trying to be cute, I didn't know if I actually was or not.
"Oh thank you, you ladies all look lovely today too." Brenda and I would smile, Sarah would check her watch, her phone.
"Sabrina," After they moved on Sarah would scold me, "Those men were so young, they are going to assume we were interested in them. Maybe even interested in their suits."
"Ha, well aren't we?"
Yes, I was the one that was most interested in men. I could tell the ladies loved it when the guys spoke to us, complimented us, checked out our legs when we left almost any space. Three pairs of legs in short dresses and high heels made us popular at the malls, museums, getting out of cars. They acted like they didn't approve, but it was an act, they did nothing but talk about men when we were at lunch. Even though they were very quiet about it. Brenda had a thing for her tall muscled mechanic, she would tells us how sweaty he got as he bent and worked on her engine. Sarah loved romantic comedies, imagining she was the starlet running away, getting married, or falling in love with her best friend from high school. Me? I would sit in the restaurant and look for the most handsome men, even some much younger ones, I wanted to wink, make eye contact, make sure they knew the three of us were there. Make sure they assumed we were interested. Make sure they knew we were ladies.
***
The Boynton Tavern
again
"So, the zoo, the brewery, the Historical Museums? What should we do this afternoon?" Sarah was ready, she was looking into her compact fluffing her forehead, the men heading to the table next to us smiled and said good afternoon as they sat down, she was ready to leave.
"No more Historical Museums." That was the last place I wanted to go, "We have hit every single one in a hundred-mile radius, they are always empty." The Worcester Historical Museum was four blocks away from my house, I had never been so nervous before. I was so afraid I was going to run into someone I knew, like the wife. Now I wanted to go someplace I have been fantasising about for quite a while, someplace perfect for three ladies in heels. "I have an idea, but don't shoot it down right away, okay?"
The two of them looked at me nervously, Sarah then snuck another glance at the four men behind her, through her little compact mirror, they would be listening, they wanted to know what hot 'middle-aged women' did on an afternoon off.
"I was thinking," I had a sly grin on my face, I just finished fixing my red lipstick. I looked around, I then whispered the next bit. "How about that adult video store on Highland?"
Sarah dropped her wine glass, the two of them got distracted, Trudi came over to help clean up.
Brenda looked around again. "Why the adult store, can't we go to the movies or something? We can see a PG-13, an R."
"There is also a home decorating show today at the conference center. I could use some curtain rods." Sarah was hopeful, she suddenly had another glass of wine. She started biting her nails.
"I think we need to get out of our comfort zone, I want to go someplace salacious, naughty, I am so ready to take it up a notch."
"I'm not, I want to bring it down a couple." Sarah was still looking around, even at the men next to us, she didn't want anyone to hear my idea. The two of them very rarely did what I wanted to do, I knew they were always skeptical, but today I really wanted to go someplace to meet people, to meet men. "Please, just a quick walk around, then we can go to the movies or the decor show. I will treat both of you wherever we go, whatever you want."
"Someone's going to see the car in the lot." Being an ex-cop Brenda was always worried she was being followed, being spied on.
"That's okay I'm driving. I don't mind." I giggled again, I gave them my brightest smile, I was trying to stay positive. "Please, we are all dressed up so nice today, we had our nails lengthened, painted, we all got so many compliments at the salon."
Brenda was in a black and white patterned dress showing off her knees and her two-inch high sandals. She was wearing her wife's ankle bracelet, gold Swiss watch, and gold bangles. Her boobs looked amazing. She was the only one that didn't wear falsies or a breastplate, she filled up a B-cup quite nicely. Her wig of course was perfect, Marilyn made sure of it, it always looked natural and it softened all of her features. It just barely hid her long dangling earrings. She had dark pink lipstick matching her nails. She would be the only one keeping on the nail color for at least a week.
Brenda had a finger on her lips, she was thinking. "Mmm, I haven't been to one in a long time, I wouldn't even know what to expect."
Sarah was looking into her mirror again. She was in a black shirtwaist dress, showing off her legs and her chest, but no cleavage, she never showed any, even though the V-neck was cut quite low. Sarah always wore her wife's old work clothes, when she was working at a bank. She always looked professional, always ready for a meeting. She was quite thin and had a nice figure, everyone assumed she was a woman already, she had that gleam in her eye that every crossdresser dreamed of. Her natural grey hair was blown back showing off her gold, thick and heavy earrings, matching her many bracelets. She was always jingling, we always knew she was in the vicinity. She was carrying a sexy leopard clutch and matching pumps. I could tell she was ready to show off, she was just acting shy. I knew she had a wild side bottled up inside of her, I wanted her to let that wild side out. I wanted to be the one that helped her do it.
"What happens if someone sees us walking in?" Sarah was still worried, the conversation was too nerve-wracking for her. Brenda had to scold her to stop her from biting her long beige nails.
"Well if they see our asses in our new outfits, the place will get mighty crowded... quick." I giggled but they didn't. "Who is going to see us that we know, let's not worry about things we shouldn't be worried about. Let's just have fun." And I was so ready to have fun, I was wearing the shortest light blue dress with white polka dots. It was hiding my Maidenform bra and tiny white bikini panties. I was nice and thin with a corset and nice and round with hip pads, I was quite curvy for a 'woman' in her fifties, I went to the gym three times a week. I loved showing off my legs, encased in sheer nude pantyhose, they were visible from the top of my thighs down. I had on five-inch black sandals with a sexy ankle strap and showcased my red toenails matching my red fingernails. My blonde hair was long, it was a wig and it was expensive and straight, it went straight down to below my double Ds. I was also showing plenty of cleavage. I had on the new breast forms that I got from Europe, Marilyn ordered them for me, they were perfect, they matched my coloring, they made me look so busty, of course. The seam was covered by a black collar around my neck, it said 'SMILE!' of all things. I was also wearing my biggest hoops, they lightly touched my shoulder, I loved how they looked peeking through my hair.
"Please, pretty please," I begged some more, and I felt them melt, I felt them change their minds. I felt them want to do something for me, with me.
I studied them, the two of them were so beautiful. I loved them so much. In the last three years we have become inseparable and had risen completely out of our shells, Marilyn was so right. She knew dressing in public would be easier with friends. Shopping, visiting, and flirting would be more fun with an accomplice, another girl who felt the same, had the same desires and fetishes. And look at our makeup, we were stunning, we all had on false eyelashes, lots of mascara, dark shadow. We all had perfect eyebrows, plump lips, and straight eyeliner. We were definitely ready to at least talk to some men. We were ready to shop at an adult store, I think we were ready to act like adults.
"Okay, let's do it. We can be quick, then let's go to the zoo." Brenda seemed kind of ready, so we all got up and said goodbye to the four men. We said goodbye to Trudi, I even asked her to come, she had just broken up with her boyfriend and I knew she would love a good distraction.
"I wish, I'm going to be here a while, but you three ladies have fun." And she waved us out of the restaurant.
*
Highland Video
I didn't really know what an adult store consisted of, I didn't understand the logistics of it, I had never been to one before. And why was there always Video in the title, what was it still the nineties inside these types of places? We parked towards the back, Brenda was making me hide the car, which meant we had to walk all around the entire building. We took in the whole perimeter in our heels, clicking on the concrete. The store itself was lonely on the quiet block, just two empty lots, an office building, and the adult store, with the huge parking lot. There were quite a few cars here.
Me, Brenda, then Sarah walked in, we went from nonchalant to nervous as we went through the big tinted glass doors. Right away we were greeted by a huge man with a booming voice. "Ladies, welcome. Are you interested in anything special?"
Of course, he was looking at me, I was in front, he was looking down my dress, he wanted an answer.
"No just looking, thank you." I smiled sheepishly, I used my perfect femme voice. The man then glanced down at my legs, he approved. He then looked over the other two as they made their way passed him, smelling their perfume.
The place was quite big, it was deceiving on the outside. It was filled with shelves and shelves of sex aids and toys all behind locked glass doors. There were free-standing racks of anal beads, massagers, and jewelry, there were racks of bodysuits, pole wear, and costumes, there were glass counters filled with dildos, rabbits, and chastity devices. The only thing missing were men, well anyone. We were the only three walking around on a quiet Thursday afternoon. We were the only ones in this bright fluorescent fantasy of ours.
"Mmm, I love these." I was quite amazed at all the wigs on the wall, I ran my fingers through them, all cheap but in all types of colors and styles, then the front door opened and two men walked in.
"Hi, gorgeous."
Sarah got nervous, she spun, she knocked over a full rack of condoms and lube, boxes were flying across the floor, metal cans rolled down the aisles. She was on her knees, in her corporate black dress and a man was close to her ass as he helped with the strewn items.
We heard the guy from the door call in his deep voice, "Ade, come and help!"
Someone, a rather large man in a flannel and baseball hat came from a back door and helped put the rack back up, he seemed quite happy that there were women in the store, he didn't care that we were making a mess. He was helping Sarah, they were restocking.
"Are you three ladies going to go in the back, watch one of the movies?"
Brenda looked at him, she turned and gave me a weird face, she looked a little nauseous, so I spoke. "Um, okay." Sarah gave me that look, I knew it was the last thing she wanted me to say. The three of us followed the large black man to the back door, the other two men close behind.
"Here you go," The door opened into a long dark hall, music was playing and he motioned to five doors. He opened up the second one for us, the two men behind us went into the first. "Here are some tokens for the videos." He showed us how to access the movies. "If you want I can open the wall." And he pointed.
"No that's okay," Brenda said, hiding behind her hands. "We know what a wall looks like."
It was quite a big room, large flat screen on the far end, cushions on the floor, a box for tokens, and a machine with free condoms. The room was painted dark gray and the lights were quite dim, it seemed quite seedy, I was loving it. The man left, he tipped his hat and he closed the door with a thud. We couldn't even hear the music anymore.
"What should we watch?" I asked the other two, popping in a token.
"Wait, that guy, the black one, Ade." Brenda walked closer to me, she moved her head toward the door. "I arrested him about, I don't know six, seven years ago. Do you think he recognized me?"
"Probably not, you are quite beautiful now," I giggled, I teased, I didn't want her too highly strung.
With a loud click, I heard the movie start. "Oh, my god, we better go, Sabrina, this was such a bad idea." Sarah was already at the door, when she opened it there was people outside, a crowd, it was like a convention. Three men walked into the room before Sarah could close it and lock it again.
"Wow, bonus! Three hot ladies." The three men watched us, we sort of froze. They were all dressed quite nicely, they looked like they were on a lunch break from the corporate office, the cubicle, the municipal courts. I could tell they weren't watching the movie behind me on the big screen. They each sat on a metal chair, they got comfortable quickly, they all picked out a girl. The porn movie wasn't that loud but it was completely drowning out my thoughts, my options to do anything but make believe I was a slut. Something that I knew I could become given the right circumstances. These were the right circumstances.
One of the men patted his lap, he looked up at me hopeful. He pulled out a bottle of Fireball from his suit jacket and handed it to me. I took a tentative sip. He grabbed my hand and I slipped on top of him, my short dress riding up showing my entire leg. He had his hands rubbing the nylon immediately. I took another sip and then handed it back to him, just to give his hand something else to do. I looked behind us and Brenda was talking to one of the other men, he was as tall as her, he was admiring her watch, her bangles. She didn't look too concerned or nervous.
"I will not do that." Sarah walked away from guy number three.
She went to the door but he lightly held her shoulder. "It's okay, I'm sorry, I don't know your situation." He then helped her close the door before anyone else got inside. I saw arms and a couple of legs. "Please let's talk." I could tell she didn't want to talk, but I couldn't really do anything, the man ran his hand up my back, he started playing with my bra strap, my hair. His cock was hard and massive, I felt it push against my bottom, even through the material of his jeans. I was intrigued that I was making him hard, keeping him that way.
I didn't really know what we were supposed to do, what did people do in these rooms, I thought we watched and discussed movies. I looked over at Brenda and she and the man were making out, she had him against the wall, her arms around his neck. She was pushing her thick leg into his crotch, I was kind of surprised she was so forward, she must have been dying for some male companionship. I was quite proud of her.
"We just came from lunch, the Boynton Tavern, do you know it?" Sarah and her Spanish admirer were sitting close together, holding a conversation, she looked a little more reserved, she looked like she could possibly be enjoying herself.
"I do, I would love to take you there sometime." He was trying to hold her hand, trying to move his fingers up her arm. "We could have drinks."
I started paying attention, "Whoa," I suddenly told the guy kissing my neck, he had a handful of my breast and another one crawling up my silky leg getting awfully close to my light blue panties. "Is this what happens in this room?"
"It's my first time here but I'm going to say yes."
"What is your name?"
"Mike."
"And your real name?"
"Still Mike." And then he kissed me, right on the lips.
"Still Mike I never kissed a man before."
He looked confused, "No?"
I had to admit it was okay, I didn't mind it, I think I would do it again. I think I will do it again now, and we started to kiss again. I felt his tongue make its way around my teeth, my lips. He tasted like cinnamon. I opened my eyes as my lips ran over his. Mike was quite good looking, he was also quite young, at least ten years younger then us three. Soon I put my hands on his chest, I unbuttoned his shirt admiring my long nails moving down and revealing his hard chest. This was exactly what I needed, exactly the type of experience I was craving. I started to bounce on his lap feeling his cock below me, while I played with the thick hair on his chest. I loved watching my long nails tickle his pecs, his nipples. He made me shift as he took out his penis. It was hairy, it was very long at least three times the size of my little 'clit.' I took hold of it, I rolled it around my fingers, I pushed his manhood against his body. I rubbed him, I wanted him to cum, I wanted to tell Trudi I made a man cum at the adult store. I then heard a yelp.
"Wait, slow down, please." Sarah was surprisingly on her knees, between her man's legs, her hands on his thighs. "You don't have to guide me, I think I could do this on my own." I only saw her back but I knew she had this man's cock inside her mouth, I couldn't believe it, I totally forgot I had one in my hand.
The video kept playing, the man and woman were having their own orgasms, having their own wild time.
Mike made me get up and I straddled him, his large cock between us. My shiny nylon legs dangling next to him. I had my arms around his neck again, and he had his hands on my bra strap, I felt him unhook it even through the dress, I was surprised, he had a gift, I felt my boobs get slightly lower.
"Um, Mike, my breasts aren't real."
"No?"
"Is that okay? Would you still like to finish?" I was pretty close to him, his nose touching mine.
"We should probably finish, you are too cute."
He started to kiss me again, finishing was the only option. I heard the other two girls, the other two men, moan and squawk, yelp and plead. I was guessing someone was getting close to orgasm, someone was going to cum and it wasn't Mike, I felt I had to hurry up I didn't want to be last. I didn't want to be the last one to make a man cum, I would never live it down. So I dropped to my knees, fixing my short dress, I surprised him with my flexibility. I made him maneuver and I pulled down his pants and striped briefs. I kissed his cock. I had a perfect eight-inch dildo hiding in a box in my basement so I knew I could take him down my throat, I knew he would enjoy it. I knew I would be doing this again.
"Ahh," He moaned as I sucked, and I tightened my lips around his manhood. I gave him eye contact, he was loving it.
I was surprised how quickly this escalated, how fast the ladies became sluts, how fast Sarah made her man cum. He was screaming, he was cumming in two languages. Sarah looked like she was enjoying herself. She looked great from the back, her nylon legs and her high heels, that man was lucky to have such a pretty, smart woman on his dick.
I watched Brenda, she was now rubbing her considerable ass against the man, they were leaning against the door causing it to bang and make so much noise, making those in the hall jealous. Brenda had a huge smile on her face, she was biting her lip, she was probably glad I made this suggestion. She gave me a look.
Mike then started playing with my blonde hair, as I kissed the length of his cock. I looked up and winked at him, his dick against my lips. I then put his balls into my mouth, I sucked and tickled. I licked his thighs, I took him back into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat, I held. I held my breath, I tried to reach his pubic hair with my nose. I couldn't breathe so I slowly let him out of my mouth, I thought I did quite well my first-time deep throating a real cock. A man's hard cock. I did it a couple of times more, grabbing his thighs for balance. I was now imagining what he would tell his friends later, imagining he wouldn't tell his wife, his girlfriend, his mother. His body was moving, he started grunting, he was ready to blow.
"I'm gonna cum baby. Where do you want it?"
"Where?"
"Yeah, where. Did no one ever ask you this question before?" And then he came, I had no time to answer. I felt his sperm all over my chin, lips, and cheeks. I dove onto his hard cock and sucked the rest of the cum out of his system. He still had his hands in my hair.
"Mmm." I moaned as he finished inside of me.
"Holy shit!"
Brenda was still pushing her ass into her man, he held her hips as he pushed and came against her. He was cursing up a storm. He had a tremendous smile on his face, he was officially in heaven. He kept on bucking and grinding into her, into her ass, her soft dress. When he stopped cumming he grabbed her under her boobs and pulled her into him, kissing her neck. He whispered something in her ear.
I started cleaning off Mike, I licked all the jism from his pants. I moved all the jism from my face into my waiting mouth. I liked that he watched. I was happy I sucked him to completion, I was so happy he had cum.
"How was it?" I asked, I smiled my best smile, teeth and all.
He pulled me up and I sat in his lap, we made out a little more, the video stopped and the room was quiet. I looked over his shoulder, Brenda was fixing her hair, she had her brush out, the man was holding her waist, nuzzling her neck. Sarah was sitting next to the Spanish man, he had an arm around her shoulder, she was showing him pictures. She was pointing to something on her phone.
*
The men were gone, the dim gray room was quiet, I put another token in the machine. We watched some porn, that was what you did here, I wanted to do all the correct and appropriate things. I wanted to write about it in my diary.
"That was quite nice," I told them. I had my compact out, I was fixing my lips, I was using my blush brush. I looked at the two of them next to me. "Right?"
"It WAS surprisingly." Brenda squeaked. "Maybe we can do this again, we can invite some men over to my house, and we can make dinner."
I gave her my best 'Oh, can we' look.
"It was interesting but I never have to do that again." Sarah was still looking at her phone, she was shaking her head. "I look so unattractive with a man's penis in my mouth." She showed us the pictures, I was instantly jealous, I wanted a record of my time with a man, with a huge cock in my mouth. Why didn't I think of that? Figures Sarah was always the smart one.
Brenda stood up, she stretched, "Okay it's still early, where to next? The zoo, the Home Decor show?"
Suddenly there was a weird noise, like blinds being opened, like a latch being pulled, like a curtain being drawn.
I turned, "I guess the wall is open." And suddenly cocks started to appear out of these perfectly round holes in the wall. Sarah was the first one on her knees, she got her pick of the biggest one. I was surprised she was so quick, she seemed so against the process only a minute before.
I slid in next to her, mine was uncut, it was quite thick, thicker than Mike's. Brenda took her time, she grabbed one and played with it, she rubbed, she then took another one in her other hand. Lastly, she put her lips on another one, black, big, and thick. She sucked and the man behind the wall was already moaning, he was happy he was the one that got to enter her lips. Brenda was servicing three cocks at the same time, that had to be a record at least for her. It was going to be a goal for me and Sarah. After they all came, we swallowed, we fixed our lips again, we brushed our hair again, we ignored the new cocks now waiting for attention.
"Sorry gentlemen." I called through the wall, underneath the sign; 'No Looking Through The Holes.' It was time for these ladies to leave.
We had an audience as we left the gray room. It seems everyone wanted to know the 'women' who entered their lives today, what they looked like and smelled like. We washed in the dirty ladies' room and then I picked out a blue wig and a couple of novelties. I was hoping they had a mug for Trudi that said; 'Someone Went to the Gloryhole and all I got was this Lousy Mug.' They didn't, but they said they would put in an order for some. It would be a good excuse to come again.
"Ladies, can we come again?"
"We'll see."
*
It was late, we completely missed the zoo but we did catch a little bit of the Home Decor show. Sarah even picked up her curtain rods. It was quite nice, we flirted with all the men, we nodded to all the women, we purposely fixed our pantyhose in the middle of the aisle, we purposely redid our lips leaning on the tables. Today, I feel something inside us had changed, something was different, we had a little bit of sunshine in our smiles, our eyes. A couple of gentlemen even bought us soft drinks, they invited us out to dinner. Brenda invited them to her house one night instead, it would be quiet, she would use her grill again, maybe even make some steaks.
"Brenda, I can't believe you accepted a date with a man while I'm standing right next to you. I was holding your hand"
She shrugged, "I had you arrested before, I can do it again. Don't tempt me." She had her finger on his chest.
Ade shrugged, it was fine, he was going home with her tonight anyway, he was taking home a beautiful 'woman.' Wait until he learns that next week I was planning on taking the ladies to a 'speed dating cocktail party.' After that, who knows, maybe I will let them convince me to go to another one of those Historical Museums.
We'll see.
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