1. Look up at Me


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

    onto my front of my shirt or tangled in my hair as it flailed about. I wiped off any cum on my face, but I had big splotches of cum on my shirt at breast level. The little brook nearby was heaven sent in that I took the napkin, wet it and tried to clean up the cum spot. That, however left my shirt and bra nearly saturated. I then took out my compact and re-did my make-up so that I was once again presentable. I also plumped up my lips with cinnamon. Brushed on some honey to hydrate them, which also helped to plump them. I then put on a fresh layer of soft pink lip gloss. “My shirt and bra are practically soaked.” “They sell T-shirts at the pub. I’ll buy you one.” “You should,” I smiled, “and I would appreciate that.” When we got back to the pub, I told him I’ll go in when he brings me out the shirt. He went in and came back in about five minutes with a shirt. “Large. Do I look like a large?” “Smallest size they had.” “Un-hook me,” I said as I turned my back to him. “You can go without a bra.” “Yep,” I said proudly. He unhooked my bra. I spun back around to face him and behaving like a modest woman, I then said, “Turn around, please.” “I want to see.” Standing behind him, was like a barrier so I was not worried about anyone seeing me. I paused, hesitated as he did not turn around. So I started to turn around but he grabbed my arm to stop me. Looks like I wasn’t going to turn around, so I pulled my top off and handed it to him. I then pulled the straps from my shoulder and let ...
    my bra slide off my large life like breasts. I handed him my bra, and I stood with my hands on my side as I kicked out my hips femininely for him to ogle them. “Damn! They look so freaking real. After he said that he cupped each breast. Each of his big hands held the weight of my breasts as he tenderly squeezed them. “Damn, Amanda, they even feel real. Sure you’re not a woman?” I smiled up confidently at him. Still cupping and squeezing my breast he then rolled his thumbs over my big thick nipples. When he did that, I tucked my body in and pulled away, as a woman would. I then slipped the shirt over me. Though the shirt was a large and hung over my shoulder, it did very little to conceal my big full breasts. One thing was sure was that it was obvious that I was no longer wearing a bra. My large breasts heaved, bounced and jiggled under my shirt with every step I took. Plus my bust hung a little lower now without the support of the bra and my big nipples were as visible as if they were neon lights. The shirt was too long, so I tied it in a little knot, as I wanted my hips, ass and camel to be seen. When we entered the bar I could feel nearly every guy's eyes focus on my braless look and hard visible nipples that poked through my top. I walked past the guys at the bar, and went out to the deck to get a table. When Butch came back with our drinks, he sat down next to me and grabbed my knee in a playful manner. “I didn’t tell you but when I bought your t-shirt, I asked what sizes ...
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