After all those years of longing to be free, stuck in relationships with women that frowned upon my cross dressing, I was still very much relishing my freedom. I was dressing every moment I could, the minute I got home from work every single day; a mini dress, heels and stockings were what I craved so desperately. I had been living alone now for a couple of years and would have thought he urge would have sated by now but I still hungered to be feminine at every moment. I am five foot six, small round face with short blond hair and blue eyes, size 12 for clothes and with size 6 feet, so pass generally quite well but am not as perfect as some of the gorgeous transexuals I have seen in some clubs.I have had numerous face and body hair removal laser sessions which have helped enormously. I just adore dressing up and it brings me such great pleasure to do so; I buy clothes and shoes impulsively. I must have over a hundred pairs of high heels and as many pairs of stockings and also so many dresses and items of underwear, I have lost count. I also enjoy another pleasure that comes with being a skinny,attractive, smooth transvestite….. sex with men. A few months ago, on a Friday night, I was in a well known gay bar in Chelmsford, Essex, UK. I had a call from a friend earlier in the day inviting me along to a mutual aquaintance’s birthday drinks, so not to miss an opportunity to glam up and go out, I sliped into a little black dress and went along. Whilst I was at the bar getting a drink, I started chatting to a fit looking older guy at the bar. He seemed quite nice, was attractive, about six foot tall with grey-ish hair and the most piercing blue eyes. He was about fifty five years old I guess. He was asking what I was doing there and did I go there often etc etc. His best friend was getting married for the third time and they were Escort Beşevler on his stag night, trawling the local bars. Then he started asking me about work and was very interested in my current job and any IT experience, he ended up inviting me to interview for a part time role for his business supplying plastic moulded parts for the car industry. I explained that I already had a full time job but a few evenings or a few weekends would be usefull to earn some extra money, the job would basically mean updating his web sites for him. Besides a bit of extra cash, going to work dressed would be really exciting! We swapped numbers and cheekily I gave him my Flickr page address, for him to see some pics of me. He smiled and said he would love too, we carried on chatting for a while and then he left with his friends. The next morning about nine am, I got a call from him. Somewhat hung over from the night before and it being rather early, I said that I did remember him and was very interested if the job was still available. I explained that I would love the opportunity to work dressed and he was really positive, telling me that he thought I was beautiful and having me work there would brighten up the place! He invited me to come along to his office on Wednesday midday to introduce me to the other staff and show me around and then a bite to eat to discuss further. I couldn’t beleive it really, the thought of going to a job interview dressed excited me so much and it was something that I had never done before, let alone going to work dressed as that would be fabulous, so not to miss the opportunity I took the week off work, as I was owed some time and went along on Wednesday for an interview. I agonised for ages over what to wear, spent the whole morning trying on so many different outfits Escort Çankaya but finally reached a decision, sexy secretarial look was a must. I wore my dark blue tight fitting suit with a very short skirt, with matching patent dark blue high heels, dark blue suspender belt and bra with sheer tan stockings. I left my house and jumped in my little car, I was so excited yet nervous and when I arrived I could see him through the glass front of the reception area waiting for me, looking very smart in a suit. I parked in a small car park opposite, got out and delighted in tottering accross the busy road in my suit and heels with my very short skirt just showing a hint of stocking top as I walked. He seemed really happy to see me and was eyeing me up and down as I walked in. “You look stunning!” he said. “Thank you,” I replied. He showed me round, it was a small business with about ten guys working for him and I felt very self conscious as all the workers stared at me so much, most were scruffy looking guys in the warehouse and they could’t take their eyes off me. I could here them giggling and commenting amoungst themselves but I just loved the thrill of tottering along in my heels with them all staring at me. I think that I am turning into a serious exhibitionist! Anyway, I spent an hour being shown around and then went to lunch with him in a pub just around the corner. I sat next to him and we chatted away for well over an hour, we ate a light lunch and then much to my surprise he offered me job there and then. It was to be two evenings a week and Saturday mornings. I was delighted and for some reason I leant forward to hug him. We hugged and he put his big strong arms around me and I felt so excited, he released me and then put his hand on my knee and began gently stroking it. I smiled, leaned Cebeci escort bayan forward and kissed him gently on the lips. A little shocked at how forward I was, I blushed but he slipped his hand up my thigh and was stroking my stocking top and smiled as he looked deep into my eyes. “I won’t lie to you Tara but I find you very attractive and am delighted you have accepted to come and work for me but I must admit I was desperate to see you again.” He said thoughts of me had been whirling around in his head since he met me and he had been masturbating over my photos on my Flickr page! I leant across and kissed him again passionately and was shaking a little when I said that I too had fantasised over what might happen and was very excited that he had masturbated looking at pics of me. He said that he wanted me and had always fantasied about sex with a transvestite, he had met a few but most were just cocks in frocks whereas he thought that there was something very feminine about me and he was very glad to have finally met a t-girl he wanted to explorer his fantasies with. “Lets go somewhere quiet for a while,” he said. I was so excited and told him that I had hoped he would say that. He went to the bar and paid for our meal while I touched up my make up. We left the pub and crossed the road to the adjacent car park and both got into my little Peugeot car. “Where shall we go’, I asked. ‘I know a place,’ he said. We drove for about 20 minutes out of Chelmsford to a country park and headed to the rear descreet section of the car park. We got out and he came round to my side of the car and he me pulled me close and we kissed passionately, I was rubbing his swelling cock with my hand through his trousers. His hands were stroking the top of my stockings and slid up the front of my skirt and pulled my panties to one side and was playing with my tiny cock. He then pulled my knickers down and they fell to the floor around my ankles. I unzipped his trousers and pulled his hot fleshy, hardening cock through the fly hole, sank to my knees and swallowed it whole, slurping the base of it as the tip touched the back of my throat.