JollyJohnnyP's blog post - The LGBT Club (gay & watersports fantasy)

It was the second Saturday of the month, the date of the next local LGBT club meeting. I was nervous as this would be my first visit and decided to go dressed but not too blatantly feminine. I put on a black lacy underwired bra into which I slipped my smallest falsies and over which I pulled a pink sleeveless lycra top. My boobs were clearly discernable but under an outer jacket wouldn't be too noticeable. I chose a white lightweight zippered jacket. On my lower half I wore a pair of open body tights in a light tan shade, a pair of pink lacy panties with a rear access cut out trimmed with lace over which I wore a mid-thigh length pair of very lightweight semi-see-through white shorts. I put on a pair of calf length white socks over my tights and a pair of flat dark unisex shoes. I'm over 6 feet tall and heels do not enhance what femininity I possess. I didn't use a wig or makeup and wasn't too blatantly feminine but I knew that if I bent over, the outline of my panties would be visible through the seat of my shorts. I drove to the club, parked the car and with trepidation entered the club. A transvestite on the door said,
"Ten pounds please. Have you anything you'd like to leave in the cloakroom?"
I paid the entrance fee, declined the cloakroom offer and went to the bar. As I lowered myself onto a bar stool, a very feminine TV on an adjacent stool said,
"Hello. I've not seen you here before",
as she looked me up and down. I unzipped my jacket revealing my modest breast bulges before replying,
"Probably because I've never been here before".
"This is only my second time", she said as she moved her stool a little closer to mine. Her next remark took me aback,
"How do you get four gay guys on a bar stool?"
"Turn it upside down", I replied and added, "but I'd prefer to sit on something just slightly less hard with a nicely rounded end made for easy entry and preferably attached to a man at the other end".
While I'd been talking, Linda (she told me her name later) was fiddling under her skirt and manoeuvring her stool even closer to mine before lifting up her skirt to reveal a magnificent cock, uncut with the foreskin just covering the glans, thick, long and tumescent although not fully erect.
"Like this?", she enquired.
I didn't reply, instead moving my hand until it held that superb example of manhood which stiffened as I touched and gently carressed it.
"They've got some private rooms upstairs, dear, if you fancy a bit of intimate fun", was her response so I picked up my handbag from the bar and followed her. She did her best to hide her semi-erect penis which was tenting the front of her skirt as we crossed the lounge and climbed the stairs to the upper floor where there was a board of hooks with keys hanging from most of them and a notice requesting return of the keys after use and a suggestion that a gratuity be left for the maid on leaving the room. Linda picked a key and led the way down a corridor to room 24, unlocked the door, guided me in and then relocked the door.
"So you liked what you had in your hand?"
she said as she slowly removed her wrapover gym skirt revealing white frilly open crotch panties and an unrestricted view of her gorgeous cock which was swelling as I watched. I really wanted to feel that beatiful piece of flesh sliding deep inside me so I hurriedly removed my shorts and knelt on the bed. Lynda had come fully prepared and applied some lube from a dispenser in her handbag to both my anus and her cock before approaching my arse with that superb cock leading the way and homing in on my love hole. It was an indescribable thrill as i felt her tip touch my puckered rosette followed by both of us pushing gently until with an "Oooh" of astonishment at my ability to accept her thickness, my sphincter yielded and she slowly pushed all the way in until her pubes were against my buttocks. She held still for half a minute to let me get accustomed to the intruder before she began a slow stimulating piston action, very gradually increasing the tempo until after about 10 delightful minutes she started fucking me in earnest and I knew that she was about to shoot her load.
"Cum inside me, please!" I yelled. "Fill me with your love cream!",
I encouraged her and a few seconds later she gave three rapid deep thrusts as she pumped the contents of her balls deep inside my rectum with a long satisfied, "Aaaaahhh".
"Stay inside me!" I begged before she had time to pull out.
"But I badly need a pee; I always do after I've cum."
"Well do it inside me then!" was my response and I waited.
A moment later I felt pressure building in my rectum and knew that Linda was fulfilling my request. As the pressure built, the need to "go" got stronger and stronger and just before it reached the point where I would have lost control, the increase stopped and I felt that long, now soft sausage of flesh slowly sliding out of me as she gently pulled out. I had been optimistic when packing my handbag with essentials and had included a pair of incontinence knickers which I was now needing as I didn't know how much longer I could contain the liquid load filling me. I made it to my handbag and put on the absorbent waterproof knickers before any leakage occurred, but once my sphincter started to leak it relaxed in no uncertain fashion and I felt and heard a noisy liquid expulsion which the knickers absorbed nicely. I felt happy, relaxed and well satisfied as I joined Linda on the sofa for a post-coital kiss and cuddle. This would not be my last visit to the club.