Sarah Moore – Part 2

The weather is so nice! You’re entirely comfortable walking down the street in your beyond skimpy outfit. Your own comfort contrasts some of the people you’re walking by. Some women look at you jealously and slide closer to their men as if you’ll snatch them away any second. The men who stare at you look uncomfortable for a different reason, probably related to the stiff dicks they are hiding in their pants. Some of them might even be grappling with their obvious attraction to a sissy. They’ll be exploring that fully soon enough, for now you merely lower your sunglasses wink and blow those bois a kiss.

You make it to your favorite little French restaurant and grab a table on the patio next to the sidewalk. It’s such a glorious day to be outside and to be seen. A timid waiter boi comes up to take your order. He’s slow coming over as his eyes take in every part of your body, you’re sure he must like what he sees. Even so he starts things badly by informing you that you don’t make dress code. “Don’t worry handsome, I’m wearing a shirt. I’m wearing shoes.” You nimbly lift a foot and rest a stiletto heel on the tabletop, you grin and spread your legs a little to give him a glimpse of the pretty pink toy in your pretty pink asshole. You move your foot back to the ground and place your order “I’d like the French toast with fresh fruit and a Big glass of milk.” You fondle a tit rubbing your nipple at the mention of milk. He thinks about arguing for a second, shakes his head, and leaves to get your order.

You smile smugly and reposition to show off your body to passerby.