Tranny Sex Stories – Fucked By My Transvestite Boyfriend

Looking down, it was clear that the skirt was pulled tight over extremely delectable thighs.

Following the thighs down one saw finely toned calves which ended in heel clad feet, which to be honest were a little big. At the tip of the five inch platform heels were prettily lacquered toes, in a light and demure pink. And this was only what Janet could see from the table of her dinner companion.

It was a fine French restaurant, full of dark corners and seductive lighting. Looking around, Janet could tell it was popular as a quiet romantic night spot. This, in itself wasn’t surprising as it was exactly this was exactly why Janet and Kristen had picked it.

Janet looked hard at Kristen, but without her realizing it. Kristen had shed most of her masculine features and it was challenging to realize that the person sitting across the table from Janet was in fact a man and her long time boyfriend. Kristen’s real name was Curtis, but actually preferred to be Kristen, which Janet was okay with, though it had taken some time.

She smiled slightly as she remembered the day she had come home early from work and found Curtis in heels and a bra and panty set. At least they had matched. In retrospect, Janet was happy that she had discovered her live-in boyfriend’s desires. After a rather bashful confession and her own delay in recovering from the initial shock, it had actually brought them much closer together. And in many ways.

They’d been going out like this once a week for a few months. “Like this” meant as girls. In a weird way she was proud of Curtis. He could pass as a woman for the most part, though his voice was still problematic. Sometimes she found herself thinking of him as Kristen more than as Curtis.

Looking across the table, she saw Kristen putting down her wine glass, and somehow they both found themselves admiring the light ring of gloss her plump lips had left on the glass.

“So you are still okay with this right?” Kristen asked.

“Sure, eat whatever you like, but it will all go to your hips,” Janet replied, smiling.

“I could only wish,” Kristen said, laughing a bit, “Actually I mean my cross-dressing.”

Ugh, Janet thought, though perhaps it was good that Kristen was concerned. “No, I am really good with it. Actually it sort of turns me on – and thankfully we are almost the same size.”

“Good,” Kristen replied, “I just have to check. I know it is a bit different.”

As she said this, Janet felt Kristen’s sheer leg brush against her own and felt that electric spark she always did when their silky legs rubbed against each other.

“Stop,” Janet said, “It feels too good. You know I wish I had your legs.”

“But why?” Kristen said coyly, “Why exactly should I stop?”

Leaning in and whispering, Janet replied, “Because it turns me on you, you hot little slut.”

The waiter came and offered to bring two fresh glasses of wine, which both women gladly accepted.

“I think,” Kristen said, then paused with a glint in her eyes, “That I need to go to the ladies room.”

She got up and left the table, and Janet was amused to see more than one man give Kristen a more than casual look. If only they knew that under the skirt and lace panties was an eight inch cock.

Watching her strut to the ladies room, Janet realized again that Kristen had managed to pull off the unique way attractive women swayed when they walked, something Janet herself had yet to fully master – at least in some ways.

Looking after her, Janet could feel the wetness that Kristen’s leg had aroused in her.

Janet took another sip of her wine, and pondered if she should in fact do that which she was thinking of.

She took another sip. Then another.

Janet felt the warmth of the red wine as it coursed through her body. The thought of what she wanted to do made her nipples perky and erect.

With one more pregnant pause, Janet stood and smoothed her skirt down against her thighs.

Setting her wine glass down on the table beside her napkin, she took the first step towards the ladies room herself.

Her nerves almost got the better of her, but with concentration she focused on getting one foot in front of the other and the sound of her heels on the floor reassured her that she was headed in the right direction.

Luckily as she pushed open the door to the bathroom she realized that Kristen was the only other person around – and obviously in the one stall which was closed.

Although she was almost positive that Kristen was the one in the stall, Janet tapped on the door softly and said, “Love? It’s me.”

She didn’t hear any answer but after a moment heard the latch slide back and the door swung open slightly on its springs.

Inside was, as expected, Kristen, with her legs tightly crossed to allow the door to open more completely.

“Why – come in won’t you?” Kristen said.

Janet did and closed the door behind her, which was quite an effort given the space remaining to her in the small stall. She could already see the straining bulge of Kristen’s cock through her tight minidress.

“What have we there, my dear?” Janet said, gesturing with her face towards Kristen’s crotch. “Is something wrong?” she said coyly.

“You know I get turned on when we go out, and something about this place….,” Kristen’s voice trailed off to a whisper and she rubbed herself through her skirt. Janet could hear the nails run across the fabric.

“Well doesn’t look like you need me too much, you seem to be in good hands,” Janet replied.

Janet leaned over Kristen and helped work up her skirt until it was over her hips. Immediately Kristen thrust her hand into her panties and pulled out her cock and stroked it, tilting her head back as she did so.

Janet had never shared this with her, but watching her masturbate while dressed as Kristen was a tremendous turn on.  Something about the gleam of her nails sliding against her cock – the complete opposite of what most would expect. Somehow doing something a bit out of the norm appealed to her as well.

Kristen pinched the head of her cock, and as she did so, Janet could feel the force of her nipples swelling against her bra. She could feel her own dampness grow still wetter. She wanted to fuck Kristen, right here and right now. But not yet.

As their eyes locked, Janet leaned back against the stall door and caressed her breasts with on hand, alternatively squeezing and pinching her nipples with a sharpness that gave her the most exhilarating little burst of pain.

She knew she would have to be careful or she would come and she wanted to save that for Kristen. With her free hand she worked her hand up under her own skirt and into her lace underwear, and quivered as her fingers explored the growing wetness between her thighs.

“Kristen, you’ve got such a big cock for a girl,” Janet whispered, eying the glimmer of pre-cum which was forming on the tip of Kristen’s purple head.

“Ever give a blow job in a ladies room?” Kristen said between strokes.

Actually, she had, and it was nothing she wanted to repeat. But the veins on Kristen’s shaft were swollen and ready to pop. Janet found herself tempted and started to kneel.

But no, she thought. Not here.

“I’ve got something better in mind,” Janet said, and went from kneeling to straddling Kristen in a moment. She felt Kristen’s cock against her ass and wanted it inside her.

She lifted off enough to pull her panties out of the way and together they guided Kristin into her. Janet gasped as she was filled with dick. She felt lightheaded with eroticism.

With her heels firmly on the floor, Janet put her palms out flat against the walls of the stall for support. Surprisingly this let her get a very good rhythm going. She felt Kristen’s hands on her ass and the brush of her nails as she slid them inside the back of her panties.

They fucked silently for awhile, as they were most definitely not making love by any stretch of the imagination. The only sounds were their shortened breaths and the sounds of four heels clicking on the floor. Well, that and an occasional creak from the stall.

Both women were hot and on the verge of exploding when they heard a squeak.

They slowed momentarily and realized it was the door to the bathroom opening.

“Let’s make a memory,” Kristen said.

They smiled at each other and nodded in unison.

Janet was still grinding into Kristen, who was herself still thrusting her cock deep into her. Even seeing the shadow of legs in the stall next to them wasn’t enough to quiet their lust for each other.

Janet felt nails dig into her backside and stifled a squeal as she increased her tempo.

They heard urine hit porcelain in the stall next to them.

Janet opened her blouse and lifted a breast over the cup of her bra, pinching her nipple again as she did so. Leaning forward, she put it in Kristen’s mouth, who immediately suckled it.

Janet arched her back and thrust herself even harder onto Kristen. She almost stifled a moan, but Kristen began nibbling on her nipple.

“Oh my God,” Janet breathed as she felt the teeth clench her nip gently but firmly.

Suddenly the sound of urine stopped abruptly from beside them.

With her mouth still on her, Kristen looked up with the devil in her eyes.

Janet gasped loudly as she felt Kristen’s teeth clench on her again.

They heard the urine trickle again from next door.

Janet didn’t care now. She wanted to get Kristen off – and herself in the process. She put a hand behind Kristen’s head, forcing it into her cleavage while caressing her hair. With the other hand she continued to steady herself.

She began literally bouncing up and down on Kristen, her heels clicking and clacking on the tile floor. Surely the woman next door was now fully aware of what was going on, but it was no matter.

“Kristen, come for mommy,” Janet said between shortened breaths. “Come in me. Let it go.”

“Ride me you horny bitch,” was Kristen’s somewhat muffled reply, as she was still paying very close attention to Janet’s ample and shaking cleavage.

Suddenly from the stall next door they heard the massive blast of a tremendous fart – or perhaps explosive diarrhea. Obviously their neighbor gave as good as she got.

Kristen couldn’t help but laugh a bit, and forgot to use her feminine voice, which in turn made Janet laugh, though she managed to stifle hers for the most part.

Amid the flatulence and the giggling, Janet realized she’d stopped fucking like a banshee, a situation she quickly rectified.

“Yeah, right there, Janet,” Kristen murmured as Janet’s wetness resumed sliding on her cock.

“God, you feel good,” Janet moaned, perhaps a bit too loudly, though discretion be damned at this point.

Janet got both her hands on her tits and began fondling herself as Kristen moved her own hands down to steady Janet’s hips over her cock.

Janet could feel the swelling of Kristen inside her and visualized it sliding in and out of her. She added to this the feeling of completeness and fulfillment she felt when they were together intimately.  She slowed slightly to savor the moment.

“Janet. Janet.” Kristen said, mouth agape.

Then she felt the truly wonderful power of Kristen’s climax as her come erupted from the head of her cock.

“Oh, fuck, Kristen,” Janet said, as the waves of her orgasm washed over her.

Together they came and as their climaxes passed, Janet leaned down and gently kissed Kristen.

“Wow, that was hot,” stated Janet. As trite as it sounded it was the truth.

They both laughed as the toilet flushed beside them.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to break the mood,” came a little voice from the other side of the stall wall.

“Um, no problem,” Janet said, but rolled her eyes for Kristen’s benefit. What else was she to say?

The two women both sat still and smirked at each other while presumably their former neighbor washed her hands. Finally they heard the now familiar squeak of the bathroom door as it closed behind her.

As the squeak faded into memory Janet finally firmly planted her heels back squarely under her and stood up, gently taking Kristen’s cock in her hand one final time as it slipped out of her, now limp and flaccid.

Now standing straight, but still cramped in the confines of their new love nest, Janet put herself back together. First she got her panties back in the proper place and smoothed down her skirt as best she could – in a vain attempt to remove some of the newly created wrinkles.

Next she put her breasts away, so to speak.  She noted already how her nipples had gone back to their normal state now that the madness of her lust had passed.

Patting Kristen on the knee, she unlatched the door and opened it.

“I’ll give you a minute,” was all she said as she closed the door behind her and moved to the sinks to fix any oddities fucking Kristen had caused in her makeup or hair.

Surprisingly, Janet realized, she didn’t look all too much the worse for wear, though that would change if she had anything to say about it once they got back to their apartment.

As she ran the water over her hands she heard Kristen stand and, looking under the door, could see her feet in the gap under the stall. Again she found herself thinking of Kristen as a woman rather than as her boyfriend.

Perhaps that is how it was meant to be, she thought for a moment.

Finally it seemed, though in fact it had probably only been a few seconds, Kristen emerged from the stall. She was rumpled and a bit disheveled, and Janet knew she’d need some help in getting herself back together. Being a cross-dresser wasn’t easy it would seem.

“Come here, you are a mess,” Janet said, but laughed as she did so.

After a few minutes of primping – and two other ladies coming to use the bathroom – one of who went into “their” stall. Janet and Kristen watched as she entered and smiled with the knowing looks partners in crime – or lovers, shared.

“Ready?” Janet asked.

“Ready,” Kristen answered, taking Janet’s hand in her own.

“Well, then,” Janet replied, “Let’s eat!”

Both felt better knowing the other was there for them and were strangely both more comfortable being perceived as lesbians than as what they really were.

But who would know, right?

Well, except for their neighbor in the stall next door.