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Saturday afternoon at the mall

by Nounour


I am drinking a coffee at the local mall when my eyes spy her walking by. Simple skirt cut just above the knees, black stockings, 3/4 length coat hiding everything else...but for her darker hair and the fact that her walk is stiff...like her shoes are too small. Something always get my radar going when I see a transvestite.

The coffee is what I need...but my focus is drifting to the preceding event. What if...

Twenty minutes later I hear her asking a clerk, "Where can I find the new album by....?". It just happen that I have it in my hands, looking at the song titles. I look up to her and wave the case, "Here you are". Her coat is now open and she display a nice rack. I want to see more of her.

As I hand the object to her, "These guys are the best. One of my fave. Do you like them too?"

"Oh...very much so. What is your favorite?", she replies.

"I am partial to "The night before tomorrow", their first album. I really like the last tune".

This band dresses up in drag for their shows and this song is about dressing up. Her eyes are now burning into me as a smile sneaks away.

20 minutes later we are walking toward my car to listen to this new recording on my car audio system. As all gentleman, I open the door and she thanks me by showing lots of legs. Her skirt is tight and pulling it up is the only way she can enter my car...and I get to see a few inches of dare flesh above the stockings. She is in no hurray...and neither am I. She slowly turns facing forward and plays with a clip that holds her stocking to the garter belt.

She is still making adjustments by the time I sit opposite her. First she rubs her leg in short strokes from her ankle to the top of her stocking, very slowly, and re-clip the top, then does the same to the other leg. After this, it is my turn to make adjustments...to my hardening cock.

Before I feed the disk into my player, I hand the cover to her. Upon opening the jacket, she held a breath, "Oh...look at this photo". OUR band is posing wearing skimpy lingerie.

She points out the bass player and says, "This one is my favorite".

The musician has a definite boner by the look of it. It is believed he inserts his penis in a cavity in the back of his guitar while playing on stage. He is also believe to suck all the band members after every shows. With his deep red lips he is welcome to suck me anytime.

"I like the way he swings back and forth while playing", I state. This is the action that got the above rumors going. It could very well be that he IS jacking off on stage.

As we quiet down to listen to the first song, she rubs her legs together, enjoying the smoothness of her stockings. I can not resist and before the end of the song I find myself rubbing her legs. To my touch she spread her legs and my hand find the easy way up to her panty covered cock and balls. I pull up her skirt to better see...not a hair anywhere, she is shaved from toes to...the way I like it. Better to kiss and lick all over.

Her hand reaches for me and, in seconds, is tracing my hard cock through my pants.

"Can I offer you a coffee...at my place? I live just up the road?", I manage to say.

...and you can guess that "coffee" is not the only thing we get to share.

This is not our first Saturday afternoon rendez vous' at the mall. She like to flirt in public before our "accidental" meeting and the tease always gets me so excited.


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