Well Look Who Had the Hot Date There, Part 4

Part 1: Getting to know Kristi
Part 2: The HOT date
Part 3: Kristi leaves a souvenir
Part 4: All good things come to an end

I have to admit, I felt quite overwhelmed in that moment as we were standing there making out like teenagers. I was basking in the proverbial afterglow of the most wonderful sex I’ve had in ages and, at the same time, I’m still in my Wolford Neon 40 tights with that nicely welcomed wet spot of Kristi’s love honey right over the crotch area. Being rammed in my pantyhose has been a longtime fantasy of mine and that feeling I had right then and there was exactly why.

Fortunately we weren’t done just yet…

Kristi gave me another passionate kiss, but this time with her hand caressing my hardening girly rod over my wet pantyhose making me let out a light “oooh” in pleasure. She suddenly quit stroking me, pulled away from our kiss and got down on her knees. Then using both hands she started slowly pulling down my pantyhose and gaff all at once (yet again) exposing my little girly rod, now pointing straight her. She smiled as she began to tease it lightly with the tip of her tongue.

Then into her mouth it went, all the way in and with a suction I had never felt before, not even from a biological woman. I could feel her beautiful  lips slowly sucking and slurping back and forth. I moaned louder as I reached a point where I was about to explode in her mouth. However, as I was just about to warn her of the impending flood of my own love juice, Kristi stopped her magnificent sucking and slurping and reached for a condom and the bottle of lube within arm reach on the table nearby. She politely did the honors slipping on the condom and swiping a generous bit of lube over it.

Kristi, still on her knees, turned around facing away from me and wiggled her pretty ass, slowly pulling down her miniskirt and kicking it away with her right leg, which then revealed the suntanish shade of Satin Touch pantyhose beautifully covering it. I got down on my own knees just behind her and slowly pulled down her pantyhose along with her gaff (she had one on too) while massaging her ass and her girly back door relaxing her as much as I could. I then probed around her girly hole with my girly rod until finally it opened up finally allowing penetration. Kristi let out a loud “ahhhh” while lustfully looking back at me in satisfaction.

I entered Kristi’s girly hole in and out, slowly at first but each time a little bit deeper. By this point we were both practically screaming our lungs out in pleasure which made me worried about the neighbors. But then who cares I thought, it isn’t my apartment. After several minutes that I didn’t want to end, I eventually reached the point where I just had to orgasm again. I then grabbed her Satin Touch pantyhose by the crotch part bridging her legs together and exploded my milky love honey in them leaving a warm souvenir for this lovely crossdressed lover… just as she had done for me.

I let out one last moan in relief and, once again, pulled up my gaff and Wolford tights. Kristi lifted herself off of her arms and did the same thing but also noticing the new warm wet spot in the crotch area of her pantyhose. Still on our knees, she turned around and planted another passionate kiss on me which was a nice ending to our wild-romp-en-femme. Yet at that same moment, a million thoughts crossed my mind while feeling rather exhausted but satisfied having practically all of my sexual desires fulfilled by the lovely Kristi.

Somehow, when sexy, silky, feminine and naughty combine, it put me in a place of pure ecstasy that I never wanted to end. Unfortunately all good things come to an end eventually. So now what? While there were absolutely no regrets, I got this odd feeling I had crossed a point of no return while in my femme persona. Mind you, I did not feel guilt of any kind but some of the things suddenly racing through my head were…

Is this as good as it gets? (I hope not!)

Am I gay? (Ok, been here before but this always comes up)

Could I actually start dating Kristi? (I could actually consider this)

Will I have to eventually come out as miss me to everyone? (Something I’ve always dreaded)

After finishing off our latest makeout session, we both embraced in a hug and soft kisses signaling a kind of bond we developed as lovers and, yes, fellow crossdressers. I remember there use to be a day while being crossdressed and overcome with guilt post-orgasm whether alone or with another. Right then with Kristi, it felt different but still something rather new to me. I whispered the thoughts I had to Kristi and, like a great friend, she listened and said “Everything will be OK, just be you.” which were the exact words I needed to hear.

So one question was definitely answered… there will definitely be another date with Kristi.