I only discovered the mix up when I was far away from the airport. I had the complete wrong bag.
I couldn’t be expected to wear these clothes. They were for a woman.
But it is so cold in this apartment and I am a little drunk from this wine. I have been stuck on hold with the airport for so long and I am so very bored. I know they fit. What harm could there be in trying something on?
Who knew I would look so good dressed up like this? So much like a woman.
A sissy with needs.
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Dropping down onto the bed I looked at the woman in the mirror and watched her pout.
It really was a shame, a girl like that deserved to be out having fun. A girl like that deserved a fun night on the town but right about now she just looked like her date had stood her up.
She looked bored. So bored and so frustrated and so fucking horny.
I could see it written all over her face, the need playing all over her body. The way her eyes stared off into the middle distance before locking on to her tight little body. The way she would bite her lip as a shudder came over her. The way her hands were playing on her thighs, making her want to explore herself more.
Her hand slipped between her thighs, touching herself through the pants. I could feel her running up and down her sex, could feel her pulse through her pussy and could feel it throbbing with need.
Her free hand reached up to grip her breast through her shirt and I swear I could feel that too. I could feel the pressure and pleasure as her hand played with her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, her breathing growing heavy as her other hand popped the button of her jean and slipped inside.