1. Just Needed A Drink


    Date: 12/6/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: ralphbranca, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    pointed to the name tag just above her left breast and said, "Tell 'em Sarah sent you!" We both laughed, and exchanged waves as I walked out. The cool night air felt good, refreshing, as had the exchange with Sarah. My dark mood lifted. I found Armistice easily enough, opened the door, walked a half flight of stairs down and took a minute to try to get a feel of the place. Long bar to my left, a large room past the end of the bar, full of tables and chairs and people. Then a stage. A performer. Lip synching to something - a Broadway show tune that I couldn't identify. I'm not the most worldly of men. But it was perfectly obvious the performer was a man in drag. 'Her' makeup and her outfit were sort of bold and loud - but under the stage lights she looked pretty good. Certainly she was enthusiastic about her performance and the crowd loved her. My turn to smile. "Thank you, Sarah," I thought to myself. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but there's no joint like this back home and I'll wager the scotch tastes fine." There was a bend in the bar, about forty feet from where I stood. There was an empty seat right at the bend. I quickly walked to it and sat down. Just then the performer finished her number to great applause. The unseen emcee started prattling on about her and then about the next performer. "What'll it be honey?" said the bartender. Another man in drag. Probably about my age, not exactly pretty but she was smiling at me. She placed her hand on mine and said, " Just ...
    a drink handsome? Or did you have something else in mind?" I smiled right back. " Just a scotch, my love. On the rocks, splash of water. Please." She winked at me and said, "Well, that's a start." Then she was off to get my drink. I don't know if it was because I was tired, or because I was away from home or because Sarah had rekindled some long dormant sexual hunger but the realization that I was in a gay bar, a gay bar where men felt comfortable wearing women's clothes, where a gay cross dressed man winked at me and I liked it, but very suddenly I felt terrific. My drink arrived, the bartender trotted down the bar to serve others and I heard a voice just off my right shoulder. "Fuck her." It was softly delivered, under-the-breath really, but I heard it. So I turned towards the voice. A little later we exchanged names. But the first contact is what was important, and that was visual, totally visual. She was gorgeous. In her heels, about four inches I think, about 5' 11", sleeveless and quite simple lavender dress which ended mid thigh. She was slender, really nice legs and arms and fingers, just wonderfully feminine. Graceful shoulders and long exquisite neck. Long, straight, shoulder blade length hair. Fabulous lips and cheeks and chin and eyes. Did I mention she was black? Quite dark,in fact. She took my breath away. I assumed, right from the first that 'she' was a he and that she was one of the evenings' lip synching performers and that she was very unhappy that the last ...
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