After several positive experiences with sucking dick, including swallowing, I started going to the adult bookstore once or twice a month. As always, I would stop at some obscure spot and change into my female clothes. Then, I would put on a coat to walk from my car in the parking lot into the bookstore where I would pay the clerk for entry into the darkened “theater”.
It was really three small theaters connected by two hallways lined with viewing booths. There were usually several men leaning on the walls watching people enter the door.
Immediately, upon entering, I take my coat off. There is a small dimly lit alcove with hangers where I can hang my coat before walking around. The crowd is a combination of men and cross-dressers. Some of the cross-dressers are somewhat passable, and many, such as me, are not. I am no longer embarrassed as I’m often treated as a woman by some of the men. I think it’s also safer since they know what they are getting into.
One particular night I wore my usual stretch jeans and white blouse over a pair of red lace panties, matching red lace padded bra, with breast forms, and women’s flat shoes. As I walked down the hallway, one of the men reached out and rubbed my ass cheek. I stopped, turned around, and smiled at him. When I turned back and resumed walking, he followed behind me to one of the small theaters.
I walked to the dark area in the back behind the last row of seats and stood with my hands on the back of one of the seats. The man walked behind me, then put his hands on my waist as he whispered in my ear, “Hey honey, how are you tonight?”
I answered, “I’m good, How about you?”
He replied, “Much better now.” He started moving his hands up and down my sides, before moving to my shoulders. I was getting goosebumps. Then he reached around the front of me rubbing my fake tits, followed by nibbling on my neck. I leaned my head back allowing him better access to my neck. Still holding my imitation breasts in his hands, he said, “Girl, you’re hot as hell.” I was melting in his arms.
He continued to run his hands up and down my body as he began holding me tighter. I could feel his dick hardening against my ass. In what must have been a natural reaction, I found myself pushing my ass into his crotch. He moved his hands down to my waist, gripping them, and pulling me tighter against him commenting, “Isn’t that beautiful?” I was a little dazed and confused. I suddenly realized I had my eyes closed for the last five minutes. When I opened them, I could see a man fucking a woman up the ass on the screen in front of us.
With his head resting on my right shoulder, I could tell he was looking at the screen, also, when he asked, “Do you like that?”
I replied, “Yes, it’s pretty hot.”
He quickly inquired, “Do you like it up the ass?”
In my most innocent voice, “I’ve never tried it.”
“You’re a virgin?”
“Yes, I guess I am.”
In a sweet and sincere voice, he offered, “I’d be honored to take your virginity, tonight. I’ll be gentle and I’ll make sure you enjoy it. Let’s watch this for a few minutes for inspiration.”
I thought about it many times since I have been coming to the bookstore and watching the many anal sex scenes. I guess I knew it would come to this eventually. Lacking a vagina, it would be the only way for me to get fucked by a man. He held me in his arms from behind as we both watched intently as the sexy woman rode the well-endowed stud, moaning the entire time.
I was getting hot and excited. It was apparent, he was, too. If I was going to try it, I felt like this was the perfect man for it.
I whispered to him, “Do you have a condom?”
He whispered back, “Let’s take a walk.” He took my hand in his and walked me toward the exit door. “Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute.” He went into the store area while I leaned against the wall near a few men. They were looking me over, but my knight in shining armor came back in the door before they could make a move.
He took my hand, again, and led me to the theater where there were three round padded tables with shoulder high partitions surrounding each one of them. There was a walkway into the small area on one side. Each partitioned area had a video screen. We went into the last cubicle. The top of the table was a little less than waist high. He turned around and sat on the table, pulling me over to him.