Tricked became Enjoyed Part II

It had been six years since my experience with Chris in the move theater. Much to my disappointment, we never did share another passionate session together. While I knew he enjoyed it, he got a girlfriend shortly after, and we didn’t take much. I moved away to college and got a girlfriend myself. I occasionally thought back on, and masturbated to the day in the theater with Chris, but that part of me slowly faded away. Especially the longer I stayed with my girlfriend. However, not to long ago, she left me. Obviously I was devastated at first, she was my first love and we had spent years together. I didn’t date afterwards, instead choosing to focus on both my schoolwork and job. By the time I had graduated, I hadn’t been laid in over a year, and I was getting hornier each day. Eventually, I started to focus more and more on that day with Chris. It made me crave dressing up, taking a cock and making it cum harder than it ever had.

For awhile, I only thought about it, allowing fantasies and masturbation to satisfy my urges. But as anyone with a fetish knows, eventually you have to act. I didn’t know how I wanted to start though, and unlike the past, there wasn’t a certain guy I wanted. That all changed one night when I went to a nearby pizza restaurant and saw him. I didn’t know his name, but he was a tall, well built, tanned god. He was probably 6’3”, 215 lbs, mainly muscle. However, his looks weren’t what I was attracted to at first. I could see a large bulge in the front of his pants, he was clearly hung. He grabbed some pizza and left, he was a delivery boy.
I went back home and pleased myself all night thinking about it. I knew I wanted him, but I had absolutely no idea how to get to him. I was convinced the only way to get to him was to trick him into wanting me.

I had no clothes of my own to dress up in, so I traveled into town and found a lingerie shop. I found a very hopeful lady and told her my girlfriends fantasy was for me to cross-dress and I wanted to surprise her. I tried on countless things, trying to find the perfect combination. I had many things I needed to hide, so not everything was possible. I eventually settled on a tight black skirt, with black leggings. As badly as I wanted nice smooth legs, that would cause more questions than I wanted to answer in my other life. She picked out a nice pair of heels for me that pumped up my legs and ass. Every time I passed a mirror, I couldn’t help but check it out, perfectly plump, even I wanted to squeeze it. For the top, we settled on a white blouse.