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Look up at Me
Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: thatfemininUrge, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
they had. The bartender tells me the smallest they have left is a large. I told him why I need it and that I guess it will do. The bartender looks at me and goes, trust me, with her chest she’ll be able to fill it out. The drinks he said were on the house because it was good to see a woman that didn’t look like a whale.” I laughed, and loved the compliment. “Do you think I look trashy?” “Trashy. Why?” “Pretty obvious I am not wearing a bra.” “Who cares? I love the look.” He took a sip of beer. “And trust me, so does every guy in the bar.” “Yea. Even for me it is not much competition. They’re like all line backers well, except for the anorexic one.” We both laughed. “I have to ask. How is it that your skin, your boobs, look and feel so life like?” As we sat and had a drink and another drink, I explained the whole reasons why it is so. He asked typical questions. Is it uncomfortable wear? Only if it is terribly hot. Is it hard to get into? It is a struggle but worth it. He agreed. His eyes totally lit up when I explained the whole V-string situation and that it was penetrable. He then came back with two shots. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” “No. It would be too easy to do that. At my size, you could never go the distance. I just thought it would relax you. You having a good time?” “Yes.” “You seemed to really enjoy what you were doing before, considering it was the first time you saw and enjoyed a man’s thing.” I know it was a lie that I told him that, but I had to keep ... up the charade. “Yea. I liked it a whole lot.” “Cuz it made you feel feminine and girly.” “Totally.” I stood up and walked over to the edge of the deck, leaning against the railing and watched two guys fishing. Suddenly, I felt Butch against me, as his big arms, and hands resting on the railing around me. He then pushed his crotch into my plump padded ass. I pushed into his bulge teasingly, wiggled till I could feel his trunk like cock resting between my ass cheeks. I giggled as I raised and lowered my ass to slide up and down on it. He then spun me around like a top so that I now faced him. I looked up at him as I bit my bottom lip, and unzipped his jeans. I reached inside his pants. My fingers fumbled with the slot of his boxer. When I found the opening, I slid my hand inside and rubbed his thick cock. “You like that, huh?” Still biting my bottom lip, I nodded yes, and purred, “ah hah.” I then whipped my hair and face back. I felt his hands as they slid up under my t-shirt. I felt his big hands grab my breasts and begin massaging them. “I can’t get over, Amanda, how real your tits feel.” “I like seeing my breasts played with,” I said as I wished that I could feel my breasts being played with as opposed to just the sensation of it. “You like your big titties played with. Why because it makes you feel like a girl? “Yes. Very much so. It seems just so natural to me enjoy it.” In a startled voice, I chirped, “Someone’s coming,” as I withdrew my hands from his pants. His hands ...