Epiphany
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"Anyway thanks for the beer but I shouldn't."
"Well we are going to have to wait before we fix your radiator. It has to cool down." He was right. We were going to have to sit for a little while longer. I took the beer and I noticed him staring down at me and he shook his head. "You know you really are a dead ringer. You have the same hair and everything. I can't remember her charactor's name but maybe you should call yourself Carey, her real name."
He sat down next to me on the couch. While I would have been content to get this over with as quickly as possible, Jacques was bubbling with curiosity. "Who does your make up if you don't mind my asking?" Where do you shop? How long have you been dressing as a woman and what got you started?" The questions came at me a mile a minute. I could tell that Jacques was simply curious but I still had my legs crossed with my dress down as far as it would go. I could see him trying to sneak an eyeful of my legs and unfortunately for me the dress was loose but short.
"You do this often, play dress up?" Jacques asked his French accent shaping the words.
"Not really. My girlfriend doesn't know so I have to wait till she isn't around." I replied.
Jacques looked at me like I had two heads. "You mean you are not gay or at least bisexual?"
"Oh no!" I shot back suddenly nervous again. "You know most crossdressers and transvestites are heterosexual."
"I have to be honest. You wouldn't think someone who looked as good as you in a dress would want a girlfriend let alone have one. I mean. You must take so much effort and time to look this good." Jacques was truly astonished and his accent was getting heavier. "What is your girlfriend's name?"
"Tonya. She is a great girl." I replied as I pulled on my second beer and ignored what I had considered a derogatory comment.
We talked a bit longer and got into a college basketball game that was on the tube. Just a couple of guys hanging out except one was wearing a dress. I was into my fifth beer and getting pretty looped. I went to the bathroom and when I got out Jacques was standing there.
"I will be out in a minute and then we can get you on your way." He was smiling and looking at my legs again. I knew I had long muscular legs. In fact my inseam was a good 3" longer than the average guy of my height. Maybe when you put them in high heels and stockings even heterosexual men had to stare. Although the stares still unnerved me it still felt good to know he was admiring me. I went back to the TV room and sat back down on the couch. Jacques returned with a gallon jug of water and some anti-freeze.
"Well here we are. Are you ready to hear my deal?" He asked as he stood in the archway leading to the foyer.
"What deal?" I asked.
Jacques chuckled as he sat down next to me and pulled a squirt bottle out of the waistband of his lycra shorts. He put it on the coffee table which was now littered with beer cans. "Well you want some water, some anti-freeze. I want a full body rub."
"What! Aw fuck! Jacques I told you I'm not into guys. I can't do it." I barked. If I wan't sure before, I knew now that his stares were more than just curiosity.
"Well you are going to have to walk home in those pretty high heel pumps. It seems such a shame to ruin them." Jacques was gently caressing my crossed knee with his hand.
"You've got to be kidding me?" I pouted. I felt helpless. "Here I am dressed as a woman but as it turns out you're the faggot!"
"Hey I just got through lifting. I'm sore." He replied ignoring my dig at his sexuality. He took off his shirt exposing a thin but amazingly well developed upper body. The skin looked smooth and very dark. I stared as he twisted onto his belly and spread his legs out behind me on the couch.
"Just use some of that oil in the bottle." he said confidently as he pointed to the squirt bottle he had just brought in.
What could I do? I wasn't going to just grab the water and run. Four inch high heels tend to slow you down. I squirted some oil onto his back which was really just a series of muscular bumps and grooves. Then I pressed my fingers into the softness of his ebony skin. Jacques let out a low groan as I began to rub. I put the dreadlocks to one side of his head and rubbed his shoulders.
"That's it my dear but you need more leverage. I really want to feel you. Straddle me with those lovely legs of yours so you can really lean into me." The black man suggested. I reluctantly got up and swung my leg over him and lowered myself onto his ass. My dress slid up my body as I leaned forward. My cock also rubbed against the hardness of his buttocks as I moved. The feeling was unsettling.
I put more oil on his back. Jacques was drenched in it now. I worked the muscles hard and soon had him moaning and groaning. I wanted to get this over with but Jacques simply told me to move lower and to peel his shorts off.
"I'm not putting my hands on your ass!" I exclaimed.
"I said full body rub remember?" he retorted.
"Oh shit" I muttered. I was really in it now. I hesitated but Jacques started whining about not having enough water so I peeled the tops of the stretchy shorts down over his ass. Jacques pushed his ass up in the air and helped with the front part of the shorts and then plunged back down onto the couch. He was naked now and I was still straddling him. I noticed that some of the oil had stained my stockings and I was worried about the dress.
"Hey this oil is getting on my dress." I complained.
"Well then why don't you take it off?" Jacques responded.
"No way." I almost hollared back at him.
"Hey Bond girl, I am just laying here facing the other way." Jacques replied quietly trying to calm me down.
I thought about it and then lifted the dress over my head. I resumed rubbing his lower back and dribbled some oil on his ass. I put my hands on what were basically two large balls of muscle. Jacques didn't have any hair on his body and I noticed how soft and smooth his skin felt. I quickly slid down to the backs of his thighs. They were just as muscular as his buttocks. As I worked the crease where his legs became his ass Jacques spread his legs and his scrotum spilled out in front of me. It was large and his balls hung loosely in it. I also noticed that the round hardness from which the scrotum hung was basically the butt of his dick. It was thick and impressive. I got away from it by moving down to his calves. It really didn't matter though. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
"There all done." I said but Jacques rolled over and looked up at me.
"You know you are a natural at this sort of thing." He smiled.
"At what?" I nervously replied.
"At being a woman. You act like one and you most cetainly look like one. You know all those men you say dress like women but are heterosexual?" Jacques asked and I nodded down at him. "They just haven't tried it with a man yet. No one who looks this sexy is going to just drive around in a car and be satisfied. Somewhere deep inside you are longing to feel a man." He was right actually. I was getting more and more turned on being with Jacques and I was like any other stuck up girl. I just needed a good fucking. I had satisfied my heterosexual side by playing hard to get but a new side had come out tonight. Why had I ultimately agreed to progress at each juncture taking off my dress, massaging Jacques' ass and actually agreeing to give him a massage in the first place? This side of me that had been hidden ever since I had been dressing as a woman wanted to explore the feeling of being with another man and more desperately to feel like a woman sexually.
"Big isn't it?" I heard Jacques say through my trance.
I looked down and saw that he was gently stroking his enormous erection. The biggest Goddamn erection I had ever seen. It arched up like a veiny tree stump and curved down to the large flared head that dug into Jacque's belly just above his navel. I didn't know what to do. He was just lying there staring up at me. The black man knew he almost had me. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked back down at him.
"Go ahead and touch it." The black man urged like a pusher selling his drug.
"I can't." I replied. Although I knew already that I was going to do it. My hands were resting on his upper thighs, too close for comfort.
"Carey my dear, look at you. You are wearing a bra, panties, a garter belt and stockings and some seriously sexy shoes. You know what? You look better doing it than most women. Someone with a body and a face like yours doesn't dress this way to stay a virgin. You've been looking for this for a long time. Go ahead give in. There's no one here but the two of us. This is your chance to really be a woman." Jacques was pouring it on and he had his hands all over my legs caressing up and down my thighs. And he certainly knew what I was thinking. He reached down and took one of my hands and placed it on his manhood. The first thing I noticed as I touched the underside of the prong was it's hardness. It felt like a bone. I gently ran my fingers along the shaft.
"How long is it?" I asked.
"Just a bit over 10 inches." Jacques said with a satisfied smile. I continued to touch it all over and it was having an effect on Jacques.
"Have you some ideas on what you want to do with that 10 inches?" Jacques inquired.
"I wouldn't mind watching you sink it between my girlfriend's thighs." I replied. I was so far gone I was giving up Tonya to Jacques.
He grinned. "We can arrange that later on and it will be my pleasure, but right now it's just us. Why don't you suck on it for me?"
I had no inhibitions left. I leaned forward and grabbed the large ebony prong at the base. It barely bent upwards it was so turgid with blood. I hovered over it for a bit and took in the musky smell. Then I opened my mouth wide and slid it down my throat. I immediately started to gag as he touched the back of my throat. I had no idea how to suck another man's dick and it showed.
I walked over to her, my stockings still swishing together as I walked, sat down next to her and taking her left hand said; "Kim, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
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