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You saw me leave my gurlfriend at the table to get a drink from the bar. You approached me, not knowing that I was out for the first time, meeting up with another CD that I met on Facebook, and that I was scared out of my mind. You stopped me and asked if I knew where the bathroom was. I did know where it was; it was part of the crossdresser ritual: we would go into the bathroom, untuck to go, retuck, then check our hair, lip gloss, and cleavage. It was a unisex bathroom, and the gurls were friendly, saying things like, "gurl, I love your dress!" The guys were always with the gurls, talking like old friends. You must've been new, or I must've looked like I was clueless, but I tried to explain where it was...just around the corner and down the hall. I guess my directions weren't good, because you were still lost and asked me to show you where it was. I glanced over at my friend and she gave me a look that said, "it's okay, go with him, I'll be here."
So I took you around the corner, and this is where I really looked at you: tall, black, muscular, sexy man. You stopped halfway and and asked me, "where do I find a gurl like you?" I nervously rattled off the local gay bars with drag shows as I watched you look me up and down, pursing your lips. I found my mind wandering and wondering if all black men had huge, throbbing cocks in their pants. You stopped my rambling, and said, "No. what I really meant was, how do I get you?" I snapped out of my fantasy about what was behind your zipper and something just took over inside me. I grabbed your big strong hand and led you into the bathroom, past some crossdressers complimenting each other on their makeup, and took you into a stall.
I looked into your dark, intense eyes and, without breaking your gaze slid my hands down your button-down shirt as I went to my knees in front of you. My hands arrived at your belt buckle. What was I doing?! I had never been out to a club while dressed, and I had only had one previous experience...what was it? Seven years ago? I had no business doing what I was about to do.
Just as I was about to come to my senses and run out of the bathroom stall, back to the safety of my friend, I noticed your hard bulge straining against your pants, begging to be set free. I could feel my clitty tucked between my legs, under my dress, was slippery with pre-cum, and my mouth was watering like it knew before I did what it wanted. My heart was racing as I unbuckled your belt, then your pants. I'll never forget the sound of your zipper, or the sound that your pants made as they pummeted to the floor.
There, right in front of my nose, was your rock-hard cock, towering over me, demanding to be tended to. Without hesitation, I grabbed you by the base of your cock and felt the short, scratchy pubic hairs brush against my hand. I had never thought about what a black man's hair felt like, but now I had it literally on the palm of my hand.
I squeezed gently, and stroked your cock up to the throbbing head and watch your clear pre-cum ooze out of the slit on top and start to ooze down. Quickly I leaned in and intercepted it with my tongue, instantly tasting your saltiness. I pulled my tongue away and a long strand of your pre-cum dangled between the head of your cock and my tongue. I moaned reflexively, not even realizing it until after I heard myself. I looked up at you and saw that you were watching me, and I knew you liked what you saw because I felt your cock pulse in my hand. I looked down at your thick, long cock that I had in my hand, took a deep breath, pulled it down and slid you into my mouth.
To be continued...
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