Room Serviced

I travel a lot for work. When I’m away from home I indulge my interest in cross-dressing. I don’t ever leave my hotel room dressed, I just wear lingerie and fantasize while I masturbate.
I fantasize about being in the arms of a man, having him slide his hand into my panties… things like that.
As time has gone on, I’ve added a dildo to my activities.
I started with a tiny butt-plug and have gradually moved up to the big black rubber cock that’s up my ass as I write this story. It’s held in place by my tiny panties when I stand up, but while I sit here… feeling it inside me… rocking my body over it as I type… feeling it deep inside… stretching me.
I love how it feels to have my ass impaled while I stroke my cock.
I like looking at myself in the mirror in my girly underwear and relish the feel of the silky clothing against my skin.
My last girlfriend found my clothes and dildo in my travel bag a few months ago. She gave me the third-degree about it, as you might expect.
I’d never done anything with another guy but I admited that I thought about it while I jerked off and that I’d been embellishing my fantasies with dressing in pretty underwear and I liked fucking myself with the dildo.
I told her I’m not gay – I really believe that – it’s just harmless fantasy. But she was freaked out and broke up with me.
I should have been more unhappy about it, but actually it freed me up to become more adventurous.
Now I can lounge around my own home in stockings and panties.
I’ve waxed all the hair from my legs and chest (and cock and balls, of course) and the silky slip I have on now moves freely against my smooth skin.
My cock is hard and held tightly held against my body by my panties.
I can reach down and trace it out with my fingertips, feeling the silkiness and the hardness… my precum is soaking through the sheer fabric.

Last week I was away again for work.
I guess that since I’m alone at home now, I’ve fallen out of the habit of hiding my girly clothes and sex toys, because I forgot that my dildo and lube were left out after my evening ‘workout’ when the young man arrived with my room-service meal.
I was naked except for my pink panties when the knock came to the door and quickly pulled on the hotel robe. It covered me fine and I called out OK to come in.
My waiter was a young black guy.
His tight hotel uniform made in clear he was in great shape and when he bent over to place the dinner tray on the table I felt something stirring in me.
It was the first time I ever felt attracted to a man in real life.