I was having another secret meeting with my boyfriend, Allen. Only, this time we'd arranged a little twist to our usual tryst.
After years of Allen and I seeing each other, I'd finally worked up the nerve to share my fantasy of him dressing up like a woman for me.
It wasn't easy for me to do. I'm a shy, reserved girl and Allen was about as masculine a guy as you'd ever find. I was afraid he'd break up with me when I popped the question but the matter was heavy on my heart and Allen was always begging me to tell him the truth and to share my feelings with him.
I was shocked when he agreed to do it for me, even though I felt he'd agreed more out of love for me than the lure of parading around in a bra and panties!
But hey, I figured a yes trumped a no any day and I was just pleased as hell he'd agreed. Now I just prayed he'd enjoy it as much as he did in my fantasies.
"Hey, sweetie," said Allen when I jumped out of my car. His truck was a few spots away and he'd seen me pull in.
"Are you nervous?" I said as he wrapped his big strong arms around me.
"Actually, I'm pretty excited," he said as we climbed into his truck.
"Oh, really," I said.
I'd half-expected him to back out at the last minute and be a no-show.
"Let's not waste time, then," I said. Allen and I were married to other people, forcing our dates to be short and sweet.
Allen started the truck and we traveled to a nearby hotel.
"Back in a minute," he said. He got out of the truck and disappeared into the hotel lobby to rent us a room.
I slipped my hand into my jogging pants and circled my fingers around my clit. I couldn't wait to see Allen dressed like the lady I've always wanted him to be.