1. A Welcome Predator


    Date: 9/18/2016, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: GirlyWorld, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    tried to seem interested while I smoked the cigarettes he supplied me with generously. “So, do you have a girlfriend?” he asked me all of a sudden. “Well, not right now,” I answered. “Or a boyfriend?” he smiled, “No harm in that either.” “I ask because you’re a good looking lad,” he said. I blushed as he put his hand up to brush my hair, remarking how fine it was. On the one hand, I felt quite disturbed, but as was his way, it didn’t seem wrong. He was simply being curious and holding an engaging conversation. “You know,” he said quietly, “One of my male friends and I used to tug each other off when there were no girls around. People do what they can to get their pleasure.” “Yes,” I said, breathing heavily. “Now, what gets you off?” he continued, putting his hand on my thigh. I was wearing jeans, but I could distinctly feel the touch of his hand as he rubbed me gently. I felt like I could hardly breathe. I wanted to run away from the car because it was so wrong, but I also wanted to stay because it felt good, and Jim was such a nice guy. “I like wearing girl’s clothes!” I finally blurted out, looking at him as though he might freak out. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said, “I know a bunch of guys who like dressing up.” “You do?” I asked him. “Sure I do,” he responded, “Some of them would make pretty damned fine women.” --- Jim asked me about what got me into crossdressing and how I’d experienced it throughout my life. None of my answers seemed to bother him in the ...
    slightest. He seemed to take a genuine interest, sometimes interjecting with his own theories or stories of other people he’d known. It was starting to get dark by the time we were nearing the end of the conversation. “Well, listen,” he said, “It’s been great meeting you, but I’m getting hungry now, and I want to head home and get a bite to eat.” “Oh, okay,” I answered, a bit disappointed that our conversation was coming to an end, “I guess I’ll see you around.” “Well, you could come back to mine,” he said, “But I guess you might not want to drive off with a stranger.” “How far is it?” I asked. “It’s just a couple of miles,” he replied, “I can drive you back here later.” --- We pulled up to a townhouse in a residential neighborhood, and he parked the car in the driveway. Once inside the house he gave me a glass of red wine and put on some light music. I sat in the kitchen while he fussed around with dishes and plates, cutlery and place mats. “It’s just a microwave thing,” he laughed, “But probably still better than the slop they serve you at the youth hostel.” “Anything is better than that,” I replied, agreeing wholeheartedly. I liked his house. It was well-furnished and very tastefully decorated. During the meal, I learned that he was an accountant and that his wife was an administrative assistant. They had been together for about five years but didn’t have any children yet. At that moment, she was away on a training course in the North. “Well, how was that?” Jim asked at the ...
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