I was reminded of this event seeing the owners of the daily sport in the news.
Back then believe it or not some of us bought the sport as readily available wanking material.
There were personal ads towards the back.
Id not met many people in real life at that stage and only had one man's cock actually in my mouth.
Id read the adverts. There were all sorts in there. But I got so excited to see 'Tara, TV Sunbury' there was a mobile number.
I thought about it for days. I rang the number. A husky voice answered.
Tara.
Id like to visit you.
I'm busy love can you call back in an hour.
I was thinking tomorrow. Around 6?
I don't do bookings call me at 5.30 tomorrow, you do know I am a tranny?
Yes, would it be ok for me to dress when I get there?
Ooh you're a dresser too, nice but I'm not a dressing service you know.
She hung up.
I was so excited, the next day I took a small selection of clothes in a briefcase. It was almost everything I had back then. To work. The day dragged but the excitement in my tummy was delightful.
I didnt have the address, I called.
Tara.
Hi its jill we spoke yesterday im on my way.
Ok park in sunbury station car park. Call me from the public phone. Ill give you the address then, ill be able to see you. You can walk from the station, takes 2 minutes.
It was hard to believe I was doing this. Id been dressed as a woman for a hand full of people. Situations were always very laid back and nothing expected. Now I was going to a situation where I didn't need to wonder if we might have sex.
I made the phone call. Stood in that damp call box, it was almost 6 but a dark autumn evening. My breifcase secretly containing the scraps of femininity I needed to feel like a Jill.
The address was in sight across the road. No backing out excitement levels close to that of a parachute jump. I'm at the semi glass paned door. There's a small table lamp, red glow, yes this it the right place! A sex den. Fantastic.
Gentle tap tap on the knocker. A door open closed and the table light went out. My heart in my mouth. The door cracked, opened a few inches.
I saw Tara, black bob hair, gorgeously trashy make up. Huge lashes, lots of dark shadow, severe red lips.
She wore a classic leopard print satin top over a fishnet sleeved blouse. Black PVC mini skirt and fishnet stockings, she towered above me in shiny black heels.
I was quickly ushered in. It was somehow reassuring how she appeared almost as nervous as me.
We shuffled through the small hall way into the lounge.
It hadn't stuck me that I was the customer, I hadn't thought what I wanted to do. She pointed at my briefcase.
Is that your stuff? Pop in there and get dressed.
She followed me into a bedroom. Oh my it was wonderful. Tacky to be blunt. There was a pine framed bed with handcuffs on each post. Bedside tables with baskets of condoms, bottles of lube. There was a variety of sex toys laid about.
Sorry to hurry you love but we need to get on with this.
I stripped off piling my clothes fireman style. On with my black undies, all basic stuff then laddered stockings a cheap suspender belt. I had foam false titties then which I slipped into my bra. I had an awful wig back then but wearing it made me feel better than I looked.
There was a large school girl gymslip outfit handing on a rail.
Could I try that on?
No sorry that belongs to one of my regulars. But here try this.
Tara handed me a skimpy white mini dress, it would look great on a curvy mid twenties night club girl. I stretched myself into it. She approached me , straightens my wig and then looking me in the face.
What now Jill? With that she reached out and got a lipstick, quickly made my lips red. OMG I felt so delightfully trashy but also stood there in this strangers home devoid of any male clothing, I was free.
Tara suggested I lay on the bed for a massage. Oh boy I felt so sexually available. Tara did a good start to a nice back massage but was very quickly in my panties. She was rather oddly posed for a back rub sitting as she was on a stool aside the bed.
Id imagined all professionals were uninterested in sex themselves so was surprised to see her wriggle her penis from her knickers. Her oily hand was gently wanking me through the material of the dress she had loaned me. Her cock was there, half a single bed away from my mouth. With her other hand she lovingly placed it on my head and I knew what happens next.
It felt so good her fishnet stockings rasping against my face the cock a comfortable 4 or 5 inches quite a pretty thing surrounded by the PVC skirt and trashy stockings.
She stopped wanking me and began instead to hold my shoulders kneading them as I swallowed her.
Oh you're a good girl she said. Suck my cock you slut. You're enjoying this have you done it a lot? Have you sucked lots of cock you tramp!
She was getting quite carried away. I was just totally lost in myself.
She was actually the 6th person id ever met while dressed as Jill and she was turned on. Her hips started to buck keeping the hot rigid dick in my mouth wasnt difficult since I was laid on the bed and she was beautifully using my mouth to bring herself off.
Here it comes love.
And she came. Its wasn't a lot of spunk. I definitely felt a spurt and her cock became harder for a moment. Her hips spasmed firmly against my face. She flopped back in the chair.
At last I had someone cum in my mouth!
You give good head lady. I could use you here.
Those words have lingered with me for over 30 years.
We had run out of time, she asked me to wank myself off for her which felt amazing. Startling freedom to be the slut I had drempt of for so long.
She very politely hurried me out the door
I drove home with the taste of her sperm on my mouth. Looking forward to the next time. I did see her once more a very rushed session she was fitting me in between some sort of group thing. When I went into her living room there were two genetic girls in proper slut outfits. I wasn't even allowed to talk to them. It did feel wonderful being in a room full of sluts.
Shortly after that her number stopped working and
'I never saw her again'.
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