Going home... with a twist

By the time I showered and dried Brad had already gone out. I put pantyhose on top of my thong to make sure that my cock stayed in place. The same guy with whom I had talked before the workout was now here with me and was quite shamelessly looking at my body.

“Quite a show you put on back there,” he said with a grin.

“Thanks,” I replied simply and smiled back.

I have had enough of “aggressive flirting” already and was not in the mood for another similar conversation.

“You might be a dude, but your butt and legs are just as hot as your girlfriends.”

“Don’t tell her that or she might be jealous,” I said with a wink.

In just my pantyhose and thong I dried my hair; it is long so it took me a while. All the time I was standing with my back to the man and I could feel his gaze on my body. My imagination immediately created images of his muscular arms groping my body; my cock twitched under the fabric. It twitched once again, when the guy patted my buttock as he was leaving.

“See you later,” he said and walked out.

“Bye,” I managed to say.

Being touched did not make me feel violated. A part of me invited such actions with my own behaviour and that part craved more; I had problems containing that element of my personality, partially because it was all so new to me. Fortunately no-one else came and I could continue dressing in my sexy feminine outfit on my own.

Dani was already out by the time I left my locker room. I badly wanted to tell her what had happened, but she was talking with Ricky. We were supposed to invite him for a date, but that did not mean I wanted him to know everything about my newly discovered sexuality. Especially since what had happened in the locker room between me and Brad was not exactly a welcome behaviour in any gym.

“Ah, fuck it!” I thought to myself.

Ricky had been the first to grope me today and I would be lying to myself, if I claimed that I did not want him to do the same things as Brad… and more. It seemed that I was becoming a slut and there was no point in trying to conceal that transformation.

“There she is,” Dani said when she spotted me, “you’re turning into a girl when it comes to getting ready as well,” she added with a smirk.

What I was about to say would definitely cause a different kind of expression. I told them both what had happened, first at the locker room, then in the showers. As I spoke Dani’s grin was getting broader and Ricky’s eyebrows kept moving higher. My own cock was twitching inside of the lingerie at the still fresh memory.

“Wow!” Dani exclaimed when I finished, “my girlfriend is such a slut,” she was still grinning.

She then leaned towards me for a short, but passionate kiss. I did not know how to reply when our lips parted. Fortunately Dani took the initiative.

“We wanted to invite you on a date,” she turned to Ricky, “you already know what you could expect on the first date. Sylvia’s new boyfriend will have to wait for his turn. If you agree of course,” she added quickly.

Ricky could not help but laugh at first, but soon he replied:

“How could I turn down such an offer? I have a free evening today, so your other boyfriend won’t need to wait for too long,” he said with a wink.

“So it’s a date,” I finally joined the conversation.

We agreed on the details, waved at Ricky over the counter and left.

Dani and I were both really excited and we started talking about the evening even before we left the building. But we stopped soon afterwards, because Brad was standing outside, apparently waiting for us. Things were getting interesting really fast. He swiftly approach us and said:

“Sorry, Sylvia,” he remembered my feminine name; I was impressed, “I got carried away back there in the locker room. I didn’t mean to act like that.”

“Yes, you did,” I replied, causing him to look startled, “and so did I. And we both enjoyed it,” his surprise turned to shock.

“And when she promised you a blowjob,” Dani joined the conversation, “she meant it. She’ll suck your cock and swallow whatever comes out. And I’ll be there to see it all.”

Brad stood with his mouth open, not knowing what to reply. It was clear that he had prepared the apology while waiting for us, but he surely did not expect the conversation to look the way it did.

“But you’ll have to wait,” I added in a flirty tone, “I can assure you it’ll be worth it though.”

“Err, sure,” Brad finally said, “I’ll wait. Of course. But… could you not talk about what happened in the locked room. At school, I mean.”

“Of course,” I replied with a wink, “it’ll be our dirty little secret.”

“How did you get here?” Dani asked unexpectedly.

“By bus. Why?” Brad answered, clearly surprised by the question.

“We got a car,” she replied, “come with us, we’ll drop you at your place.”

“Thanks.”

I was not sure why Dani made that proposal, but I suspected she had something in mind. The three of us walked to my car. When we reached it she said:

“I’ll drive,” I know what she had in mind even before she added, “you two sit in the back. I want to see how much you like Sylvia’s body, Brad.”

Brad might have been shocked, but just like previously he did not let the opportunity slip.

Some might say that my parents were too generous when they had bought me a car, but I was not going to complain. It was a twelve year old Golf, so nothing fancy nor expensive. It was too small for actually having sex on the back seat, but had just enough space for the kind of shenanigans we were about to perform. I got in on one side, Brad even opened the door for me, then he got in on the other side.

“Move to the middle,” Dani told me, “so I can see you.”

“Focus on the road ahead and drive safely,” I replied, showing her my tongue, but I did move.

Brad wasted no time. He immediately put his hand on my nylon-covered thigh and began to caress it. My legs parted almost automatically, maybe I was a slut after all. Brad used this opportunity as well and slid his palm onto my inner thigh. He began to grope it, while he reached for my ‘breasts’ with his other hand. A padded bra obviously is not as pleasant to touch as a real breast, but Brad nevertheless fondled it for a moment. Dani had started the engine, but was not moving just yet. She just observed the scene in the rear-view mirror with a smile on her face. Eventually she drove away. In the meantime Brad moved both of his palms to my legs. The amount of flesh to which he had access was limited, but that did not curb his enthusiasm. My skirt rode up exposing my entire nylon-covered thighs and Brad was determined to thoroughly touch every available spot. He did not reach between my legs though, as if wanting to maintain the illusion that there was a pussy there. Nevertheless my cock twitched in its confinement. Dani drove slowly and often looked into the mirror; I could easily see the excitement and lust in her eyes. I was sitting mostly passively and simply allowed Brad to enjoy my body. But at one point I decided to return the favour.

I reached out with my hand down to his crotch. Brad’s initial surprise swiftly disappeared and he soon spread his legs to give me better access. Getting his cock out with just one hand, while at the same time still being groped, was not easy. Eventually I managed to do that and began to slowly stroke it. Brad got hard almost immediately, his touching of my body became more decisive. All of that turned me on even more, but my own cock could not get hard, because it was tucked between my legs and held in place by my thong and pantyhose. Dani’s smile grew even broader when she saw what I was doing. Despite my horniness I hoped that she still was focusing mostly on the road and would not get us all into a crash.

I finally had the opportunity to properly admire Brad’s cock. Its girth was just as impressive as its length, it was also perfectly straight, with a large proportionate head; a beautiful sight. Quickly it began to leak precum. Obviously I knew well how to give a proper handjob, but because of the circumstances this one was quite lame. But Brad was clearly satisfied with my efforts or rather too horny to care. His home was not overly far, but I managed to make him cum right before we got there. He grunted audibly and fastened his grip on my thigh. Thick white semen erupted from his penis, long streaks shot onto his clothes and my palm. I continued to jerk the cock off until the last drop was out. By that time Dani had already parked the car on the sidewalk and was focused on our spectacle. I released Brad’s penis and he let go of my thighs. Most of his semen had stained his clothes, but there was also a lot on my palm. I raised it to my mouth and began to lick it clean.

“Mhmm!” I moaned theatrically, “tasty.”

I was overacting, but I genuinely enjoyed the taste; Brad looked fully convinced. He was sitting next to me and breathing hard; his cock was still out and his mouth agape. When I licked all of the cum from my palm I said:

“I hope you’ll cum as much when I later give you the blowjob.”

“Yeah,” he finally said, “I will. I will! Thanks, Sylvia. That was amazing.”

”The blowjob will be even better,” I winked at him, “zip up your trousers before you leave though.”

He hastily hid his cock; there was no way to hide the cum-stains though.

“See you later,” I said with a charming smile.

“See ya,” he replied, “thanks again, Sylvia.”

With that Brad left the car and we drove home.

“I wonder if he’ll manage to get in unnoticed,” Dani said when he was out.

“We’ll ask him next time.”

“Let’s go home, my dirty slut,” she gave me a lustful look in the mirror, “Brad wasn’t the only horny person in this car.”

“Tell that to my poor squeezed cock.”