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My First Time in Public
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My First Time in Public I remember the first time I got dressed and went out in public without a net. How many of you girls do not remember theirs? As time goes by the memory changes for good to bad, to awful. Then back to good again. For me is was all good. I did my homework. Watched the girls as they went about their days. Noticed how they held themselves, the way they walked, acted around boys and other girls. Got caught by my parents wearing a one of my mothers bras'. Being dragged to therapy to find out why I did things. Never did figure that out. I started playing dress up early. Always I wore a skirt , blouse, plastic see-though heels Soon working my way to obtaining my own outfits that I hid in various sections of my bedroom. Always putting them on as I got ready for bed or the explore my femininity during the day I wore a bra and panties under my boy clothes when I could. It was not till I was 16 that I decided I wanted to go out in the real world dressed. But I held back for a few reasons. One, I always had short hair so I decide I needed a wig.. Then there was<b> make-up. </font></b>I always though a girl needed her<b> make-up. </font></b>I had a few girlfriends that liked their<b> make-up </font></b>and I would watch them as they and played with theirs. As time went on I thought I was getting the hang of it. And just like GG's I made the same mistakes. Too much. I also noticed that I never really had a a true outfit. All my clothes were a miss mash of everything. So I slowly started to get some first buying through the Sears Catalog. Then actually going to the stores themselves Witch is a trip in it's self buying woman's clothes dressed as a boy. Many purchases spur of the moment some well thought out. As it turned out for my first time out I did not need to fret so much. My family took in this girl for a few semesters of school. We had fun with each other. I watched her get dressed and ready for dates Watching her closely as I could. I would sneak a peak as she would put on her bra and panties, slip into her clothes I saw it all. When she was not home I would sneak into her closet an try on a few outfits. I found a purple suit with a blouse that fit well. Her shoes were comfortable too. I took to her FMP's Like I was meant to wear them. And then one day while she was gone I found the holy grail of what I needed to go out. Up on the top shelve back in the back was this long red hair wig with a slight curl. For that point I knew it was meant for me to go out side. But then when would I be able to I though. Then like a light bulb. I delivery newspapers 7 days a week Sunday mornings would be the best time and the family was leaving for the weekend. That would be the time for me. As Saturday turned to night I showered and shaved. Put on my bra and panties. Fixed my make-up, put on my pantyhose, Skirt and blouse. Slipped on my heels brushed out my hair and decided to go for a walk in the neighborhood. I walked out the door, down the stairs to the street and started walking. It felt great the feeling of wind blowing up my skirt through my panties. My breasts bouncing in side the blouse > i felt as a real woman. A block away I found myself walking past a bar. Nervous I continued past Nothing I was feeling very confident. I walked back home with me feet hurting from the heels. I knew there was no way I could wear them as I did my route so I switched to a pair of black knee high boots still with a 3 inch heels AS I got ready to go I felt as if I was missing something. I had Jewry and a purse. I found some rings, A dainty necklace and drop clip on earrings. I put my keys ID<b> make-up </font></b>into a purse. I drove to the paper shack and had to wait first for the truck then one of guys and his mother stopped by early and picked his papers up. I was having a wonderful time walking the streets not a care in the world. I was down to this 5 story apartment building. I got the 1st and 2ndh floors delivered but I forgot to lock out the elevator control. The elevator went up to the top floor and the door opened. As I hurried off the elevator there was this gut there trying to get on and with me trying to get off we ran into each other.face to face lips to lips we almost ran each other over. I shock we both stepped back and after a few seconds he had his hands on my shoulders asking if I was alright I said yes then rushed down the hallway. He was watching me until I turned the corner. After a few moments the doors closes and the elevator went down. I delivered that floor then walked down a flight to the elevator. Rang the button no one was there as I finished derringer the papers. All was going well, my heart stopped thumping , my breathing became regular. I walked to my van not thinking twice of what happened. And there he was was waiting for me at my van. leaning against it drawing on a cigarette. He said "Hi". I said "Hi" He asked how I was . I told him fine. He trapped me between himself and my van leaning with one arm over my shoulder and told me that young women, especially beautiful young women should not be out on the street at this hour of the morning. He was leaning very close into me as he said this. I was feeling really, really nervous having him talk this way and being so close that I could feel his breath across my chest. He must have seen the terror in my eyes because he backed off and apologized for the action. I was hoping that was all but it was not. He keep me there talking with him for some time. Then he said he had to leave , it was nice talking to me and ask if we do this again. Without thinking I said Sure next week. He said it was a date then out of the blue he leaned into me and kissed me very gently on the lips. We broke it off, he stared into my eyes and leaned forward again I found myself closing my eyes and letting him kiss me again. Only this kiss was more sensual, soon I found his tongue touching my lips and I let him in. We kissed a few more times and with each kiss his hands went to my waist, to my ribs to just under my breasts were we parted company. This is the way I remember my first time out. Although it sounds so sweet an nice as if nothing bad happened. I can tell you it was one of my most terrifying times I ever had. I jumped at every sound almost ran every time I saw a car. I kept people at a distance In other words I was scared to death. Over time I learned how to control some of the fears I have had and have. I still jump on occasion out in public thinking someone recognized me and called my name. But over time I learned to control the whimper attitude Instead of making a should head turn I slow it down to look more normal AS for me seeing that guy again . . We did a few times. He worked on me a guy works on a girl friend. Most of our dates consisted of getting to know each other. We would talk, laugh, spend time in on of the all night eatery's around the U. Then one night we were necking, his hands roaming, I felt him get hard as he laid on top of me. he took my hand and asked if we could have sex as he rubbed my hand on his cock. I said no. he looked at me so . . . He undid his pants. Instead he asked if I would kiss him there. I stammered for a while then did. He asked me to put it in my mouth. I did. and I had him him in my mouth I felt this urge to suck and as I did he enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. We kissed and kissed. He asked it he could cum. I had no idea what he meant but I was game for it. He did not hold back, told me what we were doing and said the people who like each other do this for each other All of this a line that I fell for as a naive girl but glad I did because I learned how to give a good blow job without the feeling of it being wrong. I really love the feel of a man as he cums din my mouth and I swallow every drop. Over time I even learned how to throat one. ...\8 Life is short and I like who I am! |
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