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Look up at Me
Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: thatfemininUrge, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
meant, but I wanted to play the part of a naïve, innocent girl. “One what?” “A guy’s thing, as you said.” “Oh,” I giggled “Do you?” I turned away shyly then said, “Yea I guess I do. I mean I guess it is why I set up my profile. I guess that I am curious.” “Curious?” I smiled at him. “Curious to know what I will do if I see it.” “I think you should see one.” I looked up at him. I could feel the beating excitement of my heart. “You mean now, like here?” “Yea. I think it is time that you see one. Up to you.” Up to me. I thought about it. His words ran through my mind, “Up to me.” “Well?” I looked up and down the path. “Oh my God,” I said. “Okay.” “You want to see it.” I tossed my head back to fluff up my blonde hair. “Yea.” I said softly. “You want to see my thing?” “Yea, I want to see it,” as I leaned into his arm, my big breasts pressed against him. I watched as he too, looked up and down the path. I heard the sound of his zipper as he pulled it down. I bit my bottom lip, as I watched him as his hand fumbled within his pants. He moved his body so that he had more room to retrieve his thing. I watched excitedly as his hand pulled out his big limp penis. My eyes, opened in shock as I glared at his obvious abnormally large cock. “Holy shit,” I said as I still bit my bottom lip and looked up at him. “Sheeshe.” “I told you I was a big man.” “Yea, but I thought... I didn’t think that. Geeze.” I looked down at it. I could see the thick red vein that ran the length of his cock’s ... shaft. The head of his cock was hidden by a thick wrinkled hood of foreskin that totally concealed it. It was like a hood of skin that shrouded it. It reminded me of a smaller version of an elephant’s trunk. “Well you’ve got to see your first cock. What do you think?” Still biting my bottom lip, I looked up at him and asked, “Can I touch it?” “Yea. Go ahead.” I took my right index finger and ran it from the tip to the base. When I ran my finger back to the head, he flexed his cock and it sprang suddenly alive. Acting shocked, I withdrew my hand. I looked up at him, and we both laughed. “It’s alive,” I said as we both chuckled. I then took his big soft cock and held it in the palm of my hand. Still soft, I bent it up to see if I could see the head, but it was engulfed by foreskin. I said it reminded me of an elephant’s trunk and I swear if I had a peanut I could have fed it. With my thumb over the top of that cock, I rubbed the thick ridge of the vein that fed it. I could feel it begin to swell, thicken and start to get harder. I marveled at its size as I watched it expand. “Do you like it?” “Yea.” “You like touching it?” “Yea,” I said breathlessly. “I can feel it growing.” “Yea. You like that.” “Yea, it’s making me feel so girly holding it and feeling it respond.” I then slid my hand down to the head of his cock, and began to peel back the foreskin so that I could touch the sensitive head. “It showing its head,” I said in a flirty manner. As I peeled more of the foreskin back to ...