Sexy Suzi 1 E-Book

Aiden Kelly

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Sexy Suzi
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 88

Beschreibung

I have always had a preference for women's clothing, ever since I was a little boy. Most of my life I had it under control, but as I got older, the fascination only increased. After I got married, I discovered that I had a whole wardrobe of women's clothes that I could try on whenever my wife was away. Eventually, the fear that I might dirty or tear something of hers and get caught urged me to invest in my own women's clothes, which I could keep hidden in the attic. Over time I built up a nice collection of skirts, panties, garters, stockings and even high heels and a wig. A flesh-colored body stocking covered my hairy legs and arms, so I didn't have to explain shaving to my wife. When I added some artificial breasts and a dildo to play with, my collection was complete. Whenever Kathy was away for a few hours, I took off my clothes and turned into my female alter ego Suzy. Of course, in my games Suzy was a total bitch who only wore miniskirts and teased the men to the extreme before she finally sucked their dicks. When my wife was called out of town to look after her sick mother for a week, my imagination ran away with me. On Monday, the first day she was gone, I hurried home from work and quickly turned into Suzy. I spent almost an hour applying make-up, then I put on my garter belt, stockings, bra, panties and my shortest miniskirt and blouse combination. When I got into my 5-inch heels, I thought I was going to cum right away! I managed to stop the orgasm as I strutted around the house, reveling in the fact that I had a whole week to play.

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Sexy Suzi 1

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

Sexy Suzi, is an erotic short novel.

But now for my actual person. My name is Aiden Kelly. I was born in 1982 in Dublin, Ireland. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories. And that's what I do now.

I don't adhere to any set conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly fictitious. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Aiden

Sexy Suzi 1

I have always had a preference for women's clothing, ever since I was a little boy. Most of my life I had it under control, but as I got older, the fascination only increased. After I got married, I discovered that I had a whole wardrobe of women's clothes that I could try on whenever my wife was away. Eventually, the fear that I might dirty or tear something of hers and get caught urged me to invest in my own women's clothes, which I could keep hidden in the attic.

Over time I built up a nice collection of skirts, panties, garters, stockings and even high heels and a wig. A flesh-colored body stocking covered my hairy legs and arms, so I didn't have to explain shaving to my wife. When I added some artificial breasts and a dildo to play with, my collection was complete. Whenever Kathy was away for a few hours, I took off my clothes and turned into my female alter ego Suzy. Of course, in my games Suzy was a total bitch who only wore miniskirts and teased the men to the extreme before she finally sucked their dicks.

When my wife was called out of town to look after her sick mother for a week, my imagination ran away with me. On Monday, the first day she was gone, I hurried home from work and quickly turned into Suzy. I spent almost an hour applying make-up, then I put on my garter belt, stockings, bra, panties and my shortest miniskirt and blouse combination. When I got into my 5-inch heels, I thought I was going to cum right away! I managed to stop the orgasm as I strutted around the house, reveling in the fact that I had a whole week to play.

After half an hour or so, however, I couldn't resist it anymore and let myself experience a tremendous orgasm. After the glow began to fade, I lay there and wondered what I could do that was really special. The idea that followed almost overwhelmed me: what if I went into public dressed as Suzy? The thought was completely outrageous and frightening, but the more I thought about it, the more tempting it became. Although one orgasm a day was usually my limit, I jerked off to a second orgasm that night as I thought about walking in public in my miniskirt.

The next day at work I could only think of finding a "safe" way to do it. Slowly a plan was forming and I actually started to believe that it could be possible. After work I dressed up again and made sure my make-up was perfect, then I had dinner and waited for nightfall. When it was dark I took a deep breath, grabbed a handbag and got into my car. I drove to a highway exit about 20 miles from my home.

The exit was miles away from everything, but there was a combination of fast food and truck stop nearby, open 24 hours a day. I came to the conclusion that it was not a place where the residents went; the only traffic was from truck drivers or other travelers who left the highway for a quick burger to eat or refuel. This meant that there was almost no chance of meeting anyone who would recognize me, which gave me courage. Following my plan I went through the drive-thru and ordered just a small coke.

As I approached the window, my heart beat harder and faster than ever before. I handed the clerk my money and took the Coke, my fingers were shaking. Even in the relative darkness, as his eyes widened, I knew he could see how short my skirt was. My fear grew even greater until he said the only thing that made my night possible: "Thank you, ma'am, have a good night".

As I pulled back, I almost screamed, "He called me ma'am! He thought I was a woman!" Although I thought I had done a good job with my make-up and looked passable, I was afraid in the back of my mind that I was only seeing what I wanted to see and that everyone else would see through my disguise.

I was thrilled to discover that the employee had not done this. When I decided to take my adventure even further, I drove to a parking lot and drank my Coke. When I finished, I looked around and checked the area. I parked about 100 feet from the burger restaurant window and about 20 feet from the nearest dumpster. When I was sure there was no one around, I opened the door and got out of the car.

The blood shot to my head and I felt myself shaking. "I'm doing it!" I gasped. "I actually got out of the car where I can be seen!" I went to the trash can and put my empty cup down, then turned around and went back to the car. While I was doing that, I looked out the window and saw three guys, who looked like students, sitting at a table, staring at me! My first urge was to run back to the car, but I was afraid that I would fall off my heels while trying, so I forced myself to walk casually.

As I approached the car, I suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge: instead of getting back into the car immediately, I went to the trunk, opened it and thus prolonged my exposure. Then I bent over for safety and pretended to put something in the trunk. The airflow told me that my short skirt had slipped up, and I knew that at least the tops of my stockings and possibly my panties were now visible to anyone looking out that window. I moaned softly and wondered if I was about to cum in the parking lot. Fortunately I was able to avoid this and managed to get back into the car and drive off.

Again I struggled against the urge to hurry for fear I could be stopped for speeding. When I got home, I only needed to jerk off for about 30 seconds to achieve a powerful orgasm. The next day at work was even worse than Tuesday - I kept thinking about my adventure, thinking about the three men who were watching me and wondering what they thought of the slut in the miniskirt who was watching them. Eventually it got so bad that I had to make up a lame excuse because I didn't feel well and went home early.

After stopping at an adult video store on the way and buying some shemale porn movies, the first thing I did when I got home was jerk off while watching one of them. The second thing I did was turn into Suzy. When I finished my make-up and got dressed, I had another erection. "Jesus," I whispered to myself, "I just had an orgasm! How can I be hard again?" After I cooked and ate, I decided it was time to "fornicate" and spent some nice hours licking and sucking my dildo.

During the whole time I kept imagining the three guys I had noticed the night before and imagined that my dildo was one of their cocks. It didn't take long before I decided that I absolutely had to stop by my favorite parking lot today. Although the cautious side of me wanted to wait until it was dark again, the adventurous side decided that this was not necessary. "The clerk saw me up close and thought I was a woman," I told myself, "and it was under the light by the window. If I could pass then, I can pass now! There's no need to wait!"

The next thing I knew, I was sitting in my car, driving back to the rest stop. Once again I hit the drive-in window for a Coke, and once again the results were encouraging. A different employee was sitting at the window than the night before, but his reaction was just as exciting: When he handed me my coke and change, he couldn't take his eyes off my legs.

As I moved away from the window, I looked down and saw that when I turned around to give him my money and take the Coke, my skirt had slipped up and exposed the toes of my stockings. "No wonder he stared," I smiled to myself. "I hope he enjoyed the show." The car park was a bit fuller at this hour than the night before, but I managed to find a parking space, barely noticing that it was much further away from the dustbin than the other spot. I sipped my Coke and let my excitement build. When I finished, I made sure that no one was around and got out of the car.

My heart immediately started pounding again when I realized how many people were in the burger joint who could see me. I made my way to the trash can, put down my empty cup and turned around to go back to my car. When I did that, a couple of men came out of the burger joint and walked towards my parking lot. My heart was beating wildly and fear gripped me. Did they want to meet me there? What could I do? What would I tell them? Again I had to fight the urge to run and concentrate on my breathing while walking back to my car, keeping an eye on the men all the time.

When they stopped at a pickup truck two rows in front of my car, I realized that they would not come to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but almost immediately felt a touch of disappointment. The two men stood next to the truck and talked, and I noticed that both were holding keys in their hands. Apparently they were not driving in the same vehicle but had parked next to each other and finished their conversation before getting into their vehicles. The intelligent, cautious side of me was thankful that they had not really gone to my car and wanted to get in and drive away.