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In my mind, there are two types of closeted cross-dressers.  One dresses strictly for themselves in the confines of their home or other completely private area.  The second, ventures out into public or semi-public for the thrill of being dressed as a woman in front of others, but still keep their cross-dressing a secret from those who know them.  Many in the second category, also engage in sexual activity.  I fall in the enhanced second category. However, due to limited time and resources, my primary destination for gurl sex is the local adult bookstores.  It is a good choice since it is convenient, comfortable, and safe.  Cross-dressers are not only accepted, they are pursued by many of the men.  The risk of accidentally hooking up with a straight man who is offended when he discovers a dick between your legs is almost non-existent.  The only downside is it can be competitive sometimes, and occasionally, there may be no men looking for sex from a cross-dresser.  This story is about one of those dry nights.My wife was going to the casino with some of her friends on Sunday and staying overnight until Monday.  This gave me an exceptional opportunity to go to the bookstore for the night.  While Sunday night wasn’t the best night and they close earlier, it was still a chance for always needed gurl time.  I had to wait until she left in the early afternoon before I could start getting ready.Once she left, I immediately gave myself an enema.  After expelling it from my bowels, I inserted a Tampax into my ass to absorb the liquid that always seems to linger from my being so tight.  It can be embarrassing and annoying when it leaks out around someone’s cock during initial penetration.  Talk about spoiling the moment.Next, I took a shower and washed myself with a good fragrant body wash.  I shaved my legs, chest, stomach, underarms, and pubic area.  Over the years I have gradually shaved most of my body so no one notices that I’m pretty much hairless, except my head, arms, and a small landing strip above my cock.  After drying off, I bleached my arm hair so it was barely distinguishable, then rubbed lavender vanilla body cream on my skin everywhere.I went into the closet and pushed the panel in the ceiling open to get my secret gurl wardrobe box.  After sorting through isvecbahis the extensive selection, I decided on a lacy red thong, matching bra, black thigh high stockings, sheer white blouse, and a maroon above the knee skirt.  I put on the thong and bra, along with my 38C breast forms, to get in the mood while I painted my fingernails red.  I had to sit for fifteen minutes to let them dry.It was time to get my face ready.  I darkened and shaped my eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, followed by make-up, eyeliner, and lipstick.  Last, but not least, I put on my black straight hair wig.  I’ve tried other wigs on in the past, but this is the easiest to maintain and looks the most realistic. Although I probably wouldn’t fool some people at a club, I was passable enough for the bookstore. I pulled on my thigh highs.  They make me feel so sexy.  Then my blouse, which is difficult to button because the buttons are on the wrong side.  I guess women are left-handed.  At least the skirt is easy to put on, it has a stretch waistband.  Then, I tucked the blouse in under the skirt. Wow!  I wish I could dress like a woman all the time.  It feels so good, even natural and I don’t look half bad, either.  I put on a pair of strappy medium heels.  High heels make me too tall.  I want to feel and look more petite. I only have one purse.  I keep it stocked with an extra lipstick, compact, plenty of tissues, condoms, lube, and breath mints.  A gurl must be prepared for everything.It was getting dark outside, so I could leave soon.  Many times in the past, I changed in the car.  What a mess.  It’s almost impossible to get my face and hair right in the confines of a car.  I like it so much better when I can get ready in the house and sneak outside to the car.  I put my gurl box back up in the ceiling and cleaned up the bathroom.  Although it was cold outside, I would only wear my coat to the car.  I don’t like to bring anything extra into the bookstore in fear of losing it. I put on a few dabs of my wife’s perfume on my neck, grabbed my purse, and headed out the back door to the car in the driveway.  The trees along the side of the car provide a good cover.  Just getting in the car made me feel like a woman.  I pulled my hands under my skirt as I sat in the seat before swiveling around isveçbahis giriş with my legs closed.  This is much different than when I get in the car as a man.  At this point, so many of my actions are a reflection of my temporary womanhood.  It is a large part of the thrill of being a cross-dresser outside of the house.The bookstore, like most, has parking in the rear of the building, with a discrete entrance in the side toward the back.  I always get a chuckle at the “parking in rear” sign as that’s what I’m looking for: parking in my rear.  There is an actual store when you enter the building.  However, there are no books in the “bookstore”.  The parking lot was not very full and I walked to the entrance without seeing anyone else.  Once inside, the attendant, a cross-dresser also, said, “Hi, Honey.  You look radiant tonight.  Enjoy yourself.  No charge for women.”While I’m sure she knew I wasn’t a real woman, it still felt good for her to treat me like I was.  I answered her, “Oh, thank you so much, dear,” as I opened the door to the “theater”.  There are actually three larger rooms with video screens and cushioned faux leather chairs and couches.  They are connected by hallways lined with small booths.  It always takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  Of course, this is one of the benefits of a bookstore.  I’m sure I look better in the dark.I walked around to check out the talent.  Two of the theater rooms were empty.  One of the booth doors were shut.  The last theater room had two men together on a couch and one man sitting in a chair by himself.  I sat on an empty couch and crossed my legs completely, mimicking a real woman.  I sat my purse beside me.  I love acting like a woman in every way possible.The two men on the couch were kissing off and on.  Not much chance of them being interested in me.  The one by himself looked over at me.  I gave him a smile and moved my purse hinting he was welcome to sit next to me.  I’m not shy, but I don’t handle rejection well.  So, I always let them make the first move.  After ten minutes of exchanging glances, he finally got up, walked over, and sat down next to me.  I put my hand on his knee.  No reaction.  Then, I rubbed my hand up his thigh.  He leaned forward a little and put his isveçbahis yeni giriş arm around my shoulder before leaning back, again. I continued to rub his thigh working my way to his crotch.  I could feel his cock inside his pants.  He began to tighten his arm around my shoulder.  I snuggled into his arm as I increased my attention on his hardening member.  He whispered into my ear, “That feels good, Honey.”I responded, “Why don’t you take it out and let me get to know it better.”He pulled his arm from around me, unbuckled his belt, lifted his body, and pulled his pants down around his feet.  I lightly rubbed my fingers around the tip of his medium-sized cock.  He returned his arm around my shoulder.  Then, I moved my fingers up and down his shaft before lightly stroking the soft underside of his balls with a single finger.  Many men love this and he was no exception.  I believe he actually purred.  I continued to use my fingers for a while listening to his quiet moans and feel his hand stroking my hair.Finally, I had to lean down and lick the precum building up on the tip of his dick.  Both of his hands moved to my head forcing me down on him.  I opened my mouth and took him in.  It didn’t take him three minutes to shoot his load and fill my mouth with his cum.“I’m so sorry,” he said.  “I couldn’t help it.  You’re so hot.”I pulled myself up and told him, “It’s okay.  It happens.  I guess you really needed that.”“I’m still sorry.  I cum pretty quick, but never that quick.  Do you need a paper towel for your mouth?”“No, thank you.  I swallowed it all.  I like the taste of cum and it has become an automatic reaction over the years to swallow.”He replied, “You are so hot.  I wish I could get it up, again, and last longer.”  With that, he stood up, pulled up his pants, and buckled them.  Then, he gave me a kiss on my cheek before leaving. Over the next hour or so, only a few men came and went.  Apparently, none interested in what I had to offer.  I got up and walked up and down the hallway, peeking into the other two theaters.  There were only five or six men.  I paraded close to each one giving them an opportunity to literally reach out and touch me.  This seems to be the protocol for declaring an interest.  A guy will rub your ass as you pass by.  Then, you stop walking and they will fondle you some more.  This begins the five-minute courtship before the few minutes of foreplay leading up to anal or oral sex.  Like I said: quick and convenient.  However, there were no takers tonight.

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