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Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2025 10:34:37 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Angela's Evening with a TV (Transgender TV, oral anal, M/MM)
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sexual acts between a Trans TV and another Trans TV. If this type of
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Angela's Evening with a TV
By
Wolf
I must admit that I'm rather 'long in the tooth' now but I still
love to dress up in feminine clothes whenever I get the chance. It's
not just being dressed up, it's the whole ritual, the enema, the
shaving of my body smooth, long hoy baths, the putting on the makeup
and finally getting fully dressed up with a wig etc.
I live alone so being able to sit for an evening in something
feminine and feeling the material caressing my body never ceases to
drive me to the point of stroking myself to completion. It always
feels a bit depressing to have to take the outfit off afterwards.
So, sometimes I even go to bed wearing a soft flimsy nightie.
I grew up from a very early age after being groomed and seduced
as a young cock sucker, or maybe that should be a cock slut, because
I couldn't get enough of it. It was only in my mid-teens that I
found the delights of wearing feminine clothes and to be honest I've
not looked back since then, apart from to see who was following
behind me that is!
Strangely I have never visited a sauna when dressed as a female,
although I have been to a few as a naked male, but I do so love to
get in my car in the evening when dressed and go for a drive, or sit
at my computer dressed and chat with like-minded people, especially
if they are inclined to want to meet and to share our mutual desires.
There have been quite a few occasions when after having had an
initial meeting with a like-minded person that we have arranged for a
future date at my house where we have been able to enjoy each other
in private. And even now as an older person I still have friends who
like to visit, a few of them I've actually-helped to get from their
initial fantasy of dressing to becoming fully dressed and having fun.
There have been many experiences over the years but this is one
of my most memorable truly erotic experiences.
My alter-ego is Angela (a crossdresser) some of my adventures
have been mind-blowing in every sense of the word, some have just
been sort of gentle, and I find it amazing that none to me felt more
erotic and memorable than one that happened to me during that hot
summer of 2022
As Angela I had been chatting online to someone else who loved
to dress in sexy feminine clothes and we finally decided that the
time was right for us to meet up and see if we really clicked. The
evening came and I spent a lot of time getting ready, pampering
myself in the bath, nice enema. (you never know) I applied my makeup
carefully and put on a white lace corset, matching bra and panties,
sheer nylons, a blouse and short skirt, high heeled pumps, and a wig
in preparation for the date. I should say that at six feet tall and
slim I have been told that I look quite good.
The meeting was to take place at the Dartmoor Park, not far
from where I live and very late at night, so that we wouldn't be
interrupted. The drive there was exciting because I was all dolled
up and on the drive to the car park my lace panties gave me an
erection that was sticking out of the top of my panties. I waited
until it was apparent that the `girl I was a supposed to meet wasn't
going to show up. It was big disappointment. I moved my seat back
and reclined it, so that I could pull my skirt up and pull my panties
under my scrotum and proceed to milk my cock. It wasn't enough, I
felt the need to indulge in a little exhibitionism. So, I sat up and
slipped my blouse and skirt off and sat back again just in my corset
and made my precum glisten on my cock. I felt the need to open the
car door and step out and lean against the car and stroke myself.
My car was parked in a shaded location under a tree. I felt the
need to remove my panties and drop them on the driver's seat through
the open window. I walked to the middle of the car park to perform
in the corset, garter belt, nylons, and stiletto black pumps under
the light of the full moon. It was like an 'out of body' experience
dancing with blonde hair flying around my bare shoulders while I
danced. And my rock-hard cock swinging hanging under garter belt
holding up my nylons and my cock and scrotum rubbing against smooth
nylons. It was like being on a stage in a spotlight while dancing in
the glow of the full moon. I slid my hand back down onto my cock and
began to slowly milk myself again. I was consumed by the eroticism
of the moment. I prolonged the build up to an orgasm. I was
standing with my legs apart in high heels my cock in hand and I
squirted cum out in a three-foot arc to land on the pavement.
I was still standing there with my cock in my hand recovering
when out of nowhere a set of headlights appeared and caught me in the
headlight beam. (Damned electric cars, I hadn't heard a sound.) The
driver couldn't have seen me and must have been surprised because the
car came to an abrupt halt about 20-feet away with me standing in his
headlights! I was like a rabbit caught in headlights not sure if I
should piss or run. I guess that the driver was cruising hoping to
find someone different, not a TV with cock in hand, because after
what seemed like a few minutes or an hour he slowly turned and drove
out of the car park. When I recovered, I returned to the car. After
cleaning myself up with some tissues I put my panties, skirt, and
blouse back on, got in the car and after a pause to catch my breath,
I drove home.
I often wonder how it would have turned out if the driver had been
interested and had gotten out of his car!!
The following year I had recounted how the evening had gone to a
TV friend and he/she said: "I would have loved to have been there
with you." It became a bit of an obsession with her, every time we
chatted with each other she mentioned it. So, eventually we made a
date to meet in Dartmoor Park on the night of a full moon. It wasn't
as warm as the previous time but it was still very warm and a clear
night. We parked up on opposite sides of the little parking lot, got
out of our cars and just stood looking at each other wearing just our
feminine Language; bra, panties, stockings, garter belt, high heels,
wigs, and makeup. After five minutes of looking at each other while
stroking ourselves we took our panties off and moved to the middle of
the lot. As soon as we were face to face, she squatted down and took
my cock into her mouth and really went to town on me with her mouth!
She was skillfully able to prolong oral sex before allowing me to
achieve orgasm. (I do believe she could suck a golf ball through a
garden hose.) Then she stood up and said: "I want you to 'take me!'
So, we moved back over to my car and she spread herself face down
over the bonnet of my car and I spread her bum and filled her rectum
with my substantial clit until sent pulls after pulls of cum into her
colon. When we 'disengaged' and she stepped back the bonnet of my
car had her cum dripping all over it, something that I left there for
a few days as 'Badge of Honor' as a symbol of pride!! Ha,ha,ha.
She wants to do it again this year but next time she says that
she'd love to have another friend of hers there with us, another TV,
as she would love to spit-roasted sandwiched between us!!
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