Men understand men

Having promised you the dirty bits , here is one .

Having gained confidence I kept going to my recently discovered 'stroll ' with tingling expectations of coupling with a strange man wanting to enjoy me and me him . It was before my confidence had reached the later pitch of dressing fully as a girl.

I still ' commuted ' in loose cycling shorts . Under which on this occasion I was wearing panties - I can't now explain that style of panty as I do not now see them as feminine - they had a 'split ' crotch - normal openings for legs and an additional opening between those openings that meant entry or protrusion was possible through the lower one third of the panty - fucking panties . I may have been attracted by the frills around the legs and the ' split '. Their designer presumably hoped that the wearer - either a woman ( or more likely someone such as me ) would hope or feel themselves more fuckable when in them ( as I did ) .

I still recall the details as I posed myself in front of a stranger who was receptive to me . I think I may have approached him with my ( now standard ) invitation - hiked shorts revealing coloured , lace fringed underwear , or he may simply have concluded my skimpy shorts , my observable youth , the revealed hem and my presence in that place as a clear invitation from me - and so to immediately to embark on fucking me .

There were flat areas in the stroll that were less favourable to ' cottages ' , the tall tree trunks with little ground cover being too open to distant view . No matter . He pulled my shorts down . Noting my crack exposing and - I smile to recall his matter of fact observation - said ;

" What's this ? " . Maybe a rhetorical question , but he did not wait for an answer .

If I remember it was he , not I who spun me and pulled down those excessive knickers to expose my naked bum to him ( I was so excited , and overwhelmed with submissive desire so my mind may fill some blanks ) . He was going to enter me then stopped . " Do you use poppers ? ( - offering a vial ).

I feel naiive now in admitting I didn't know what ' poppers ' were - amy nitrate - it relaxes smooth muscle - your sphincter - so when stretched by an abruptly inserted penis it is not ( as it can be ) intolerably painful .

Then ( and even now when I know gradations of usefulness and danger ) I was fearful of **** and so said ' no ' - being scared has been a recurring theme and has caused regrets along the way - of the tantalyzing couplings I have missed out on .

This slowed our coupling , and although I wanted to help - I bent forward at his urging . I was so in heat and **** to come I asked him to suck me . I believe he was nice enough to reposition me to do that when , through the trees , I saw someone .

In panic I recoiled . He turned and saw the man . He said "It's OK he just wants to watch . "He was probably right about that . Guys do like watching , and I like guys watching me when I am going down or being fucked ( - if you are a sissy being fucked with an observer may get him so aroused he may move in to offer his penis for service .)

But at the time lack of experience and panic ruled the hour . I pulled up my ( Fredericks of Hollywood ) panties and abandoned a perfectly good fuck .

OK , another disappointment - no real fucking .

It happened quite soon after that woodland encounter that I did get fucked for real . My faith in my usual approach - flash my panties then stand there with a stupid smile - seemed to work . The guy said something - I think he was asked if I was OK for getting fucked - I don't recall but soon I was bending over and he was pushing down on my back to have my bum even better placed or him to insert his penis . ( It is lovely to be positioned by a man - the anticipation of what is to follow it is the strongest frisson I know .)

He grasped me by my hips and started the panting and thrusting of his pleasure - his penis only entered mea little - only part of his glans - not even through my sphincter , but it felt like I was being made a a woman and that was deeply pleasing .

As it turned out I was more grateful than I should have been .

Without any basis I think he may have been an ex-con other - he seemed too easily to assume that fucking a man in the ass was an unremarkable thing . Plus the later discovery he had given me ' crabs ' . Which was identified by my girfriend ( yes , that too , I think prolific sex was to prove something to myself ) who noted " there's something moving down there " .

Exhibitionism - strolling and flashing men with my panties was my standard approach . It did not always end in the delight of being made a bitch ; a succession of expeditions that brought less gratifying ( if instructive ) interactions lead to me dressing completely as a girl in the ( wrong ) belief that if I were even more obviously wanting to be a woman men would want to fuck me even more .

I had to bring a plastic bag to carry the added clothes ,and there was a degree of awkwardness when putting on a garter belt and stockings on the wooded slope on the other side of the fence . I had to place my shopping bag ( containing my skirt , a jar of Vaseline , and later a bra ) on the ground and footwear ( moccasins - gender neutral when cycling ) to allow change of stance withoutmy nylonscontacting the dirt .

But , when you are in heat this is a small the price to advertise yourself as a fuckable sissy .