The trip out into the woods was supposed to clear my head, it was supposed to be a chance to relax. One mistake made that impossible.
Work is my life and that leads to problems for me. Problems in my personal life, a gradual deterioration until the stress comes bearing down. The trip out into the cabin was going to help me recharge my batteries.
But I just had to go and forget my clothes.
Now I’m caught by a local dressed up like a woman. He doesn’t know the truth, he doesn’t know who I really am. He just knows me as her, so surely it would be fine to play pretend, right?
I can feel him so close to me. I can feel his hard body just aching for me. I can see the lust in his eyes and I know that it’s mirrored in mine.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
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His hands gripped my hips, a safe space for my secret but one that allowed him to pull me down onto him. He pulled me into him, grinding me against something obviously hard and bulging in his pants. I gasped at the feel of it against me, and even through the layers, I swear I could feel the heat of it.
This was all so much so fast and yet my body was responding to it. I blew right past any thought or concern about who he was and what gender he was. I blew right past all of it as the need built inside of me and I knew just what I had to do.
It would be cruel to leave him like this. To tease him with my body and my actions and then press him out the door would be a unique sort of torture. He deserved this. He’d been such a good man.
So biting my lip I slid off of him and to the side of him on the couch. I let my hand slide down the front of his shirt, feeling his muscular torso the whole way as I fell onto his bulge and squeezed it through his jeans.
He moaned for me and I locked eyes with him, “I think I need to take care of this.”
I unleashed him, unbuttoning and unbuckling and unzipping his jeans with a desperation that was embodied in my shaking hands. Staring down at him as he was unveiled to me, as inch after inch of his thick cock was revealed to the open air and throbbed and trembled and bobbed in the air in front of me.
Taking him in both of my hands I slid up and down the length of him. Working on his shaft and balls with focused glee, doing my best to make him as happy as I possibly could.
His cock was beautiful. Gloriously thick with a heavy pulsing head and two large and beautiful balls. The veins traced the length of his shaft, and I watched with rapt attention as hands that were undeniably mine and undeniably feminine worked up and down the length of him.
Drawing glistening drops of precum out of the head of him. Making him tremble and shake. Making his hips buck up into my touch as his breath grew ragged and quick.
Tearing my eyes from his cock I looked up into his face, watching his gaze travel from my hands to my breasts and finally up to my face. He looked at me with enraptured glory. He looked at me like I was an angel sent from heaven above to please him.
I kissed him, a move that I wanted so badly. That I needed.
I kissed him hard and fast, as my hands increased their pace I kissed him until he moaned into my mouth and then I broke that kiss and moved my lips to his other head.