I had always had a thing for girls that look a bit androgynous. Always liked girls with short hair and slim bodies and figured this bar and this outfit was the plan I had to pick one up.
I know this seems weird. Dressing up like a woman and going out to a lesbian bar goes against every instinct in my body.
But I can’t help it. I’ve tried to satisfy my cravings in other ways and I just can’t. And besides which it seems to be working, how else could you explain this woman bringing me back to her place.
I have to be careful so she doesn’t find out. I can’t let her see between my legs and find the truth of things. I can’t let her know my secret.
But it turns out tonight I’m not the only one with secrets.
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She was a dichotomy, so undeniably feminine and yet so aggressively masculine as well. She was amazing, an explosion of pent up sexual energy and need and lust that carried us through the whole ride until we stumbled out of the cab and up to her apartment.
She was on a third-floor walkup and while I walked behind her I ran through the specifics of my plan again. How I was going to tell her that I wasn’t comfortable getting off my panties and that I would just like to please her. How I’d like to make this night all about her.
I was still running through the words as we stepped over the threshold into her apartment and then she threw it all out the window. Without me really knowing or understanding what was happening she had me in her talons, her grip iron hard and she moved me against the wall and kissed me hard and aggressive, pulling back only to shoot her hand up under my dress and grasp my throbbing cock in my panties.
Her eyes lit up with excitement, biting her lip as she looked at me and whispered words that were so completely out of left field I didn’t have a response, “Nice cock.”
I was stunned. There was no way that I saw this coming. I thought she thought… I thought that I could pass… I thought she’d have no idea and she must have seen all of this written all over my face as I stood there shocked.
“Oh hun don’t you worry,” she said, “You passed just fine and all those girls, they didn’t have a single clue about what you’re packing here.”
Ash stepped back and unbuttoned her jeans, she unzipped them and gripped my hand, pulling it forward and thrusting it inside of her jeans.
“But I can always tell,” she told me as my hands closed around a bulge that was just as contained as mine, “A girl can always tell when she’s in good company.”
I got over that shock damn quick. Moaning and grabbing her bulge I reached my other arm out to wrap around her neck and pull her into me. I kissed her with everything I had, pressing her against me and feeling her tight body pressed against mine.
Her tongue was like a frantic animal. It pressed and flicked against mine as her hands ran up and down my sides and then gripped and pulled me. She spun me around, one hand on my neck and the other on my stomach as she pinned me against the wall and kissed my neck.
I could feel her body pressed against me. I could feel her curves and could feel it building inside of me, that unbeatable desire that pushed me to let her take me.
She reached under my dress as her lips suckled at my neck and she tugged my panties down to my ankles. I let her pull me back from the wall and guide me through her apartment to her bedroom. She pushed me forward and let me fall onto it face first. I spun around just as she was on me, pinning me down with one hand while she flipped up the bottom of my dress with the other.
I was hard. I was so fucking hard I could barely believe it. Ash looked up at me with a glint in her eyes and then she took me in her mouth, swallowing me whole.