Sex with a crossdressing in a public toilet

I’d been crossdressing for a few months at this point but I’d never gone outside while dressed in women’s clothing. I’d been to the shops once, wearing one of my outfits under my normal male clothes; that’s the closest I’ve ever been but even that gave me an intense thrill. Even under a fairly loose coat, I’m sure people could make out the outline of my breast forms. Since that little trip to the shops had got me so aroused, I was determined to do it properly next time so I decided that the following Friday I would go clubbing in town.

Friday came and I’d bought a new outfit just for the occasion. I slipped into my low rise boy shorts (black with white spots and white lacing), tucking my penis in where it wouldn’t get in the way of course. I put on my matching bra, filling it with my C cup breast forms and then put on my black stockings with pink ribbon at the top, pulling them all the way up my thighs. I put on my very short black skirt next, sliding it up so far as to just barely cover my rear end. Fortunately, I’d been blessed with an arse that any woman would kill for so I could pull off wearing a skirt this small. The skirt had suspenders which I connected to my stockings. I finished off my outfit by putting on a tight black chiffon top with a scooped neck. I adjusted my breasts so that I got some pretty good cleavage, one that would put most women’s to shame.

Next I had to put my make up on. The good thing about having been crossdressing at home in private for so long was that I got a lot of practice putting make up on, so it was no trouble for me to put on some foundation, eye shadow, mascara and lip gloss to make me look that bit more feminine. I had already shaved so all I had to do in this department was pluck a few stray hairs that my razor couldn’t get to. I sprayed on some of my best perfume then got my wig out to put on. It was a wavy auburn coloured wig with slight black streaks that reached down to just past my shoulder blades.

After this I was done, so I went downstairs and to my front door. I reached for the handle but stopped for a second. I took a deep breath and thought to myself that I was about go outside dressed like a woman, something that I’d never done before. I composed myself, opened the door and stepped out into the outside world. Luckily, it was a warm night so I didn’t need to wear a coat and could show off my assets. I spotted the taxi that I’d phoned for earlier and walked over to it. As I got in I could see the taxi driver looking at me through his mirror. He was looking me up and down with lust in his eyes. So far so good I thought to myself. I told the driver where I wanted to go and we set off.

On the way there, I noticed the driver kept glancing at me hoping I wouldn’t notice. I blushed a little and smiled to myself, apparently I make a hot woman! We arrived at the nightclub about ten minutes later and I got out, paying the taxi driver, then walking over to the entrance. As I got there, the bouncer gazed at me with a look that said he wanted to throw me down and have sex with me right there. Of course he couldn’t so he just let into the club and I stepped through the door and into a large building full of drinkers and dancers and pulsing with club music.

I walked over and sat on a stool by the bar. I was only there for what felt like seconds before a guy strolled on over to me. He looked like he was just a shade under six foot, had an average build and short brown hair.