Hot Summer Date - Part 2
….having dressed in sexy black lingerie and a short black dress i run my hands over my dressed body. The lining of the dress swishes against my sexy underwear and it feels good. A tingle of excitement runs through my body like an electric charge. This is what dressing feels like. This is why I love it and can’t ever stop.
A further glance in the mirror. I’m not convincing. But then, I’m not trying to be a girl, I’m a guy who loves to dress and is looking for that little extra excitement. The dress is too short, barely covering my stocking tops but, hey, this is the look that I want. A tart going out for a date,
I open the front door and check for nosy neighbours. The coast is clear and I quickly slip into the car. When I sit my stocking tops are on display making me feel even more sexed up. I can’t help but stroke the smooth nylon over my legs and it’s that tremor of excitement again, coupled now with a feeling of apprehension. Am I doing the right thing? Will I be a disappointment? Should I have remained a closet dresser? I dismiss the doubts and start the journey reminding myself that I must drive carefully. Being stopped for any reason would be awful.
The drive is quiet and uneventful, after all it is a Sunday evening, and I arrive at the secluded car park ahead of time. I decide to step out of the car and experience the thrill of walking around in the open whilst dressed. This is yet another experience that feels so sexy. I think it’s the fact of being dressed in public and the inherent risk. What if a dog-walker appears? A lot of ‘what if’s’.
As if on cue, the obligatory dog-walker appears and I have to rush back into the car. Phew, that was close but it certainly gave me an adrenaline rush. I’m now really hyped up and extremely excited. To calm myself, I stroke the satin of my bulging panties and imagine what this will feel like when someone else is doing the stroking. Goodness me, I am so nervous and excited.
Then, there it is, another car approaching. The moment has arrived. The other car pulls up alongside mine and the driver and I exchange knowing glances. There’s no turning back now.…(to be continued)
A further glance in the mirror. I’m not convincing. But then, I’m not trying to be a girl, I’m a guy who loves to dress and is looking for that little extra excitement. The dress is too short, barely covering my stocking tops but, hey, this is the look that I want. A tart going out for a date,
I open the front door and check for nosy neighbours. The coast is clear and I quickly slip into the car. When I sit my stocking tops are on display making me feel even more sexed up. I can’t help but stroke the smooth nylon over my legs and it’s that tremor of excitement again, coupled now with a feeling of apprehension. Am I doing the right thing? Will I be a disappointment? Should I have remained a closet dresser? I dismiss the doubts and start the journey reminding myself that I must drive carefully. Being stopped for any reason would be awful.
The drive is quiet and uneventful, after all it is a Sunday evening, and I arrive at the secluded car park ahead of time. I decide to step out of the car and experience the thrill of walking around in the open whilst dressed. This is yet another experience that feels so sexy. I think it’s the fact of being dressed in public and the inherent risk. What if a dog-walker appears? A lot of ‘what if’s’.
As if on cue, the obligatory dog-walker appears and I have to rush back into the car. Phew, that was close but it certainly gave me an adrenaline rush. I’m now really hyped up and extremely excited. To calm myself, I stroke the satin of my bulging panties and imagine what this will feel like when someone else is doing the stroking. Goodness me, I am so nervous and excited.
Then, there it is, another car approaching. The moment has arrived. The other car pulls up alongside mine and the driver and I exchange knowing glances. There’s no turning back now.…(to be continued)
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