1. Hotel Adventure


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Shemales, Author: mallenwc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    wadjamacallit?!&#034 She asked. I was mortified. She was being quite loud, so I shushed her. It sort of helped, as she shushed herself: &#034Sshhhhh! Shhhhh! It's a secret. He.... She.... Ummmm? Nobody must know. Ssshhhh! Are you gay then? Why do you like wearing women's clothes? You look verrrry sexy!&#034 And she giggled. I could have run away at that stage. Maybe I should have done. But maybe I was worried she might call out. Also, she didn't know me, I didn't know her, what did I have to lose? Emboldened by my anonymity, I decided to answer her instead. I explained I was not gay - far from it. I explained that the clothes made me feel very sexy - didn't she feel sexy when she dressed sexily. She thought about this, her brow furrowing prettily under her mop of dark curly hair. She nodded. She was now standing quite close to me, looking up into my face; she was only about 5'4&#034. Then she got the giggles looking at me. &#034Who did your makeup?&#034 she suddenly asked. &#034It's terrible!!&#034 I could have reacted, but realised that her makeup was very good, and suddenly I heard myself agreeing with her, explaining I had no experience and asking her to do my makeup for me, to teach me.... She considered for a moment, then giggled. &#034Sure, why not. It will be a laugh!&#034 A thought suddenly struck her, and she furrowed her brow again, looking serious. &#034You're not one of these weirdos though?!&#034 Solemnly I shook my be-wigged head, with its badly daubed on ...
    makeup. The irony lost on her, if not on me! So we walked back to my room, girls together. Back in my room, she looked at my small collection of makeup. She tutted. &#034Hmmm, I need to get some things of my own. I'll be back in a minute.&#034 And so saying, she left. I sat there, wondering what I was doing, wondering if she would come back and whether she would bring the hotel manager back with her. Then there was a knock at the door, and she was back with a more comprehensive makeup kit. I could scarcely believe that she had returned. She somehow seemed to be less pissed now; more focused on the job in hand. I sat on the edge of the bed and she took her jacket off - she was in business attire: a short, tight skirt suit, white blouse - and sat in the chair opposite me. She spread her makeup tools out on a table next to her. She started by taking off the existing makeup, working away on my face, leaning in, with her legs crossed. Once she had finished scrubbing my face with various wipes, she started working with powders and creams and asked about what I did when I was dressed. After a moment's hesitation, I decided in for a penny, in for a pound, so told her about the various chat rooms, like Omegle, Chatrandom and Chatroulette. I described how I try to be as feminine as possible for as long as I can. I explained about people exhibiting themselves on the sites and that, although I was not gay, how I got excited by the fantasy I spin; how I got excited by the excitement of my ...
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