Suzy Unleashed Chapter 1 (formatting corrected)
Oral Sex / Blowjob
Author: Suzygurl, Source: sexstories.com
I've always had a fondness for women's clothing, dating back to when I was a young boy. For most of my life, I kept that under control, but, as I got older, the fascination only increased. After I got married, I discovered I had an entire wardrobe of women's clothes to try on whenever my wife wasn't around. Eventually, the fear that I might soil or tear something of hers and get caught pushed me to invest in my own female clothing, which I managed to keep hidden in the attic. Over time, I built up a nice collection of skirts, panties, garterbelts, stockings, and even high heels and a wig. A flesh-colored body-stocking covered up my hairy legs and arms so that I didn't have to explain shaving them to my wife. When I added some artificial breasts and a dildo to play with, my collection was complete. Whenever Kathy was going to be gone for a few hours, I'd pull out my clothes and transform myself into my female alter-ego, Suzy. Of course, in my games, Suzy was a complete slut who wore only miniskirts and lived to tease men to the breaking point before she finally sucked their cocks. When my wife was called out of town to care for her sick mother for a week, my imagination went wild. On Monday, the first day she was gone, I hurried home from work and quickly changed into Suzy. I spent nearly an hour applying makeup, then pulled on my garterbelt, stockings, bra, panties and my shortest miniskirt and blouse combo. When I stepped into my 5" heels, I thought I was going to cum instantly! I managed ot hold off the orgasm while I strutted around the house, reveling in the fact that I had an entire week to play. After a half hour or so, however, I couldn't fight it any longer and let myself experience a huge orgasm. After the glow started to wear off, I was laying there wondering what I could do that would be really special. The idea that followed nearly floored me: what if I went out in public dressed as Suzy? The thought was totally outrageous and frightening, but the more I thought about it the more enticing it became. Even though one orgasm a day was usually my limit, that night I jerked myself off to a second one thinking about walking in public in my miniskirt.
The next day at work, all I could think of was trying to figure out a "safe" way to do it. Slowly, a plan formed, and I actually began to think it might be possible. After work, I again dressed up, making sure my makeup was perfect, then had dinner and waited for night to fall. Once it was dark, I took a deep breath, grabbed a purse, and got into my car. I drove to an interstate highway exit about 20 miles from my home. The exit was miles from everything, but there was a combination fast food and truckstop nearby that stayed open 24 hours a day. I reasoned that the place was not somewhere local residents went; the only traffic was from truckers or other travelers who got off the highway for a quick burger or a fill-up. That meant there was almost no chance of ...