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By (user no longer on site) OP
1 week ago
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The moment my housemate moved out, the floodgates opened. I really couldn’t wait.
I had hidden my clothes, makeup and shoes from him, for so long.
I had been chatting on gaydar, posting my pictures, made up in lingerie in my early 20’s, for months. Nervous, one man had patience with me,, while others were quick and dismissive.
4 months later, I found myself at 3am, fully made up, dressed, heels on, with my hand on my front door lock, ready to turn and leave. Just a 5 min walk to a known cottaging area. I put a hooded coat and trousers over my babydoll.
The moment I heard my heel ‘clop’ on the pavement, I shivered with fear, but not turning back, the shiver of excitement took me.
The walk was petrifying. But the excitement, I could feel it, the adrenaline,.
I walked down into the cottaging area, instantly I freeze, there are many men here, I clip clop past them in my heels, walking round to the side I am to meet my man.
He’s not there, I fall through an hide in the bushes. My heart pumping. I remove my coat and trousers. Listening. I hear my name ‘Baby Natalie’. My voice locks up like a dream, finally ‘yes sir’.
I’m on a slight slope, he walks through, takes my hand, pulls me up and with his other hand holds my neck and cheek as he kisses me.
It was so fast from here.
One hand gripping me, while another ran down my chest, desperately finding one of my nipples to squeeze hard.
I yelped a little as he pulled back from kissing.
As he stood back straight, immediately he had grabbed my free hand, pulled to his open zip. He was very wet, I remember my hand slipping off, as he pulled it on, ‘grab tight’ he demanded.
As I looked up at him, tight grip running from tip to balls, he just pushed my hands down, I then felt a strong warm stream on my face. Tracking down my satin babydoll, soaking and hugging my skin. I felt hopeless, but incredible. As my face is filled with splashing, I feel the tight pain of my nipples again.
I hear ‘are you ready?’. I don’t know what for.
He repeats again as he’s soaking me.
I garble ‘Yes Sir’.
From my nipples, my head is held, looking up at him, wet turns to ejaculation. I’m jetted on, my face, mouth, my lingerie, saving just a little for my panties.
Despite the months we’d been chatting, I thought I was cared for. He stood up, said ‘good bitch’ and left
I was free to be Natalie the moment I got home.
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