Head on your way out

You dither for another half hour as you try to convince yourself to go outside. This time is not entirely wasted, as you discover the very useful button-up pockets on your skirt which seem like a good place to store your keys and your money. In fact, you discover a credit-card already inside one of your pockets. You don't seem to have a wallet any more, however: just a slots and compartments in your skirt-pockets for bank notes, cards, and keys.

A quick perusal of the internet shows that men from ages 16 to as high as 55 basically wear skirts all the time in public. You quickly stopped searching for more when it was clear that many of them were hard underneath. You're not sure whether its worse seeing it online or in real life. At least in real life you aren't subjected exclusively to what scenes other people find *interesting*.

After filling up the compartments on your skirt --- you still have some problems with that, but it appears to be the norm, and the alternatives don't seem any better --- you take a deep breath and go out your front door. You turn around to lock up, realising immediately that you didn't have any plans of where to go.

You walk slowly to the elevator, and push the button. You feel as though you're waiting for a leopard to jump out when it arrives, but it is empty.

You enter, and push the button for the ground floor. The elevator only goes down one floor, when it stops. The doors open to reveal a young woman of perhaps 20, with long black hair, wearing a light blue blouse and a short blue skirt. She nods at you as she enters, and turns to press a button, only to see that you have already pressed the ground button.

Your eyes are drawn down to the hem of the skirt, which hugs her curves very well, and stops just at the top of her thighs. Afraid of looking for too long, you raise your eyes, only to realised that the neck of her blouse scoops practically to her navel. The fabric of the blouse drapes down with the neck, making it similar to what a Hollywood starlet might wear at an awards ceremony, including the generous amount of sideboob that it shows. It is amply clear that she is not wearing a bra, from the way her breasts sway as she turns back from the elevator panel.

She looks to you and glances down at your skirt. You think she might be able to see your bulge, which is beginning to swell at the sight of her. You just begin to feel the flush of embarrassment at getting caught, when she looks back up and gives you a slightly wolfish smile, with a slight conspiratorial glint. "Hi," she says.

Sensing that she appreciates your attention, you smile back. "Hello," you reply. "I like your blouse."

She wiggles her chest back and forth, causing her blouse to flounce around, giving you brief flashes of nipple. "Thanks! I like your skirt. Can I feel the fabric?" She reaches forward smoothly, not really waiting for an answer.

She runs her fingers down the part of your skirt which is being pushed gently upward by your thickening member. Her finger press gently against your cock, which throbs at the attention. Her eyes look to your tenting skirt, taking in the effect of her tracing.

"It's nice and smooth. I'll bet it's really comfortable," she says, smiling. She brings her hand to the front of your skirt again, gently pressing against your swelling. She looks to you, friendly but tentative.

You're not sure exactly what's going on, but you like where it's headed. You take a chance. "What I'd like to know is, are *you* smooth?" You probe with one hand underneath her skirt, exploring between her legs.

She gasps slightly and beams at you as she feels your hand between her thighs, working their way up to her join. "God, I love a forward man. Please let me suck your cock," she says.

*You're* forward? You're taken by surprise by her directness. "Suck my cock, now," you say to get her to clarify. But she takes it as a direction: you've hardly finished saying it, however, before she's brushed your hand from under her skirt and has dropped to her knees. She fishes out your erect member and engulfs it with a long moan.

"Oooh, you've cum already today, you juicy boy!" She says as she takes your cock out of her mouth. "I hope you're taking your vitamins!" She swirls her tongue deliciously around the head, and takes it in once more.

Her exuberance and her direct behaviour have taken you right back to the point of orgasm. "I'm going to come!" you warn her. She takes your manhood out of her mouth with a loud slurp, just in time for you to erupt over her face. She takes a deep breath and grins broadly, squealing gently. Another spurt just barely crests her lower lip, the bulk of it hitting her neck and drippling into her deep cleavage.

At that moment, the elevator door opens.