I finally went out dressed for the first time on halloween of 2009. I was scared shitless but figured it was a costume party, what the hell. Have always fantasized about it but was always in the closet so to speak. I went as a prom queen of all things. Long gown, red wig and a tiara. But made sure I had sexy lingerie on underneath. Black thigh highs, thong and heels. I just mingled like all the other guests at first. Meeting some people for the first time and seeing others who didn't know about this side of me. I was in the dining room of this house, just milking a drink, when a man approached me. I never met him before but he introduced himself as Harold. He was an older man, in his late fifties, but was very nice and charming. We chatted for a bit, just small talk, when he asked me about my outfit. I reluctantly told him it was a fantasy to be dressed and in public. By the way, I am no beauty queen by any stretch, but I'm not the ugliest either. He complimented me and said I looked very hot and that he had noticed me when I first walked in. I thanked him and blushed beat red. He touched my thigh and said it was a pleasure to meet me. He reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and got up and went to the bar to get another drink. He disappeared in the crowd so I thought that was the end of it. About a half hour later, I was up and walking around, just admiring this beautiful old house when I ran into Harold again. He said he knew the owner of it and wanted to take me on the grand tour. We walked around and he pointed out things and asked if I wanted to see the second floor. I said sure I would. He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to the second floor. This place was huge, built in the late 30's for a wealthy doctor. So as we are walking down the hallway he points out the master bedroom. It is a massive room. Fireplace roaring and dimmed lights, a very romantic room. Next thing I know, Harold is holding me close and kissing my lips. At first I was shocked, but soon realized it was what I always wanted. His hands were all over me like a school boy on a date. But it felt so right. I reached down to his crotch and took a big handful of his hard cock. His moaning told me I was doing the right thing. I lowered myself to my knees and pulled it out. It was rock hard, about 6 inches but really a gorgeous cock. I suck him for a little bit when he grabbed my arms to help me up. He led me to the bed and asked me to sit on the edge. As I did, he lifted my gown and pulled my, very hard by now, clitty out of my thong. My god could this guy suck. He had my thong off and was all over me. It felt so good to be dressed like that and getting blown at the same time. By now I was laying on the bed with my legs raised up a little all the while he was still going down on me. Then I felt his tongue moving down a bit further. He lifted my legs up and asked if I would hold then for him. He proceeded to give me the best rimming I had ever gotten. He had me so wet I didn't even realize at first when he slipped his finger inside of my pussy ass. He finger fucked me nice and slowly while still licking my hole so wonderfully. I was moaning so loudly at this point that I hoped we wouldn't be discovered. I was now begging him to fuck me. He sttod up and removed his pants. He retrived a condom from his pocked and I proceeded to put it on for him. He asked me to get on my back again with I did eagerly. I pulled my legs up so far my knees were next to my ears. As he pushed his cock inside I let out a moan that I think the entire city heard. I almost came right then and there. He gave me the fucking of my life that evening. He was very good at it and also very relentless. He pounded my hole but good. It hurt for three days following that. I still see Harold on occassion. He is a married man with fantasies of his own involving cd's. I am more than pleased to accomodate him when the need arises. It was an evening I will never forget and always cherish for the rest of my life |