1. Look up at Me


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: thatfemininUrge, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    anywhere with you. You look great. I won’t bull shit you. I love that you, as a woman, have large breasts.” Hmm, I thought. I love that you; key words being, ‘as a woman, have large breasts.’ Again, I thought, it was his perception. With that, and his re-assuring manners, I agreed. When he got on his Harley, I hopped on the back. When he started the bike, I could feel my breast as they jiggled in unison with the vibration of the motor. It was glorious. I put my arms around his belly, as my large breasts mashed into his back. He kicked up the kick stand, rolled the throttle and off we went. At the first stop sign I could feel the vibration of the steel steed making me gyrate and squirm. At the second stop sign, I felt my feminine desires begin to pulse. When he hit the third stop sign, he leaned back and kissed me. When he hit the forth stop sign, my hand had fallen onto his crotch. Unfortunately, it was at the fourth stop sign that we turned into a bar. It was a bar that was filled with a combination of, mostly bikers and bar flys and drunks. As I got off the bike, I felt uneasy. “Don’t worry. Their all bluff,” he said, and smiled re-assuring. I was still a bit timid to go in. I wondered about my hair/wig. I wondered about my make-up. “Trust me hon, you are more feminine and appealing than most if not all the woman in this bar.” With that he grabbed my hand and led me into the bar. When we entered the bar, I heard, “Hey Butchy. Woe Butch. Butch.” My immediate reaction was ...
    that I made a huge and terrible mistake with no way to escape. The biggest rule I broke. Butch then pushed me against the wall, and kissed me hard. I thought, oh no. When he stopped kissing me, he said, “Had to do it Amanda. Sorry. But now they know not to fuck with you. Look around. Didn’t I tell you? You’re hotter than any of the scabs in this bar. It is why I did it.” I was speechless. I stood with my mouth gaping open. What do I do? Butch took it under his own power to resolve my sudden fear. He could see it. He took my hand, winked, and then escorted me politely passed the bar, to an outside table on a deck that overlooked a brook. He kindly pulled a chair out for me to sit. “I’ll get us a couple drinks. What would you like, Amanda?” He called me Amanda, I thought. “Could I, could I, do you think it would be okay if I got a martini?” A martini I thought. Of all the drinks. Uhg. “Gin or Vodka?” “Gin.” “Dirty?” “No.” “I’ll be right back.” He took three steps away, stopped, looked over me, and said, “If anyone fucks with you, let me know.” With that he went to get our drinks. I sat as feminine as I could. Even though most of the woman in there were total hogs. I still did my best. Butch brought back our drinks. We talked, chatted. We had the whole day of me being feminine and him treating me as such. When I had to go to the bathroom, he escorted me. We talked about many things. I told him politely that I would not or ever discuss myself other than the person who is dressed and ...
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