The hottest crossdresser

I was drinking with my friend Curtis one night as his girlfriend Jane was out with her friends having some drinks. The topic turned to cross dressers, as I had had let it slip, that one time I mentioned to him, I had dressed as a girl a few times when I younger in my moms clothes, and it felt great.

He asked if I had any girl’s clothes at home that I wear from time to time, which I reluctantly said yes. With that Curtis asked if I would wear some of Jane’s clothes to see how I looked. “Sure, only if it’s something sexy.” I said. Curtis is a 6”2” black man and I’m a 5”6” Hispanic, I always thought Curtis had this thing for me but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back…Jane’s has some hot stuff I want you to wear.” He said as he raced into the bedroom. He soon came out with a black scarf, a pair of sheer black stocking; lace French cut black panties, 5” white heels, a black and white long sleeved vertically striped sweater, a make-up bag. “See what you can do.” He said eagerly. “Okay, now boy.” I said in a hot girly voice. I never thought in a million years I would be doing this with Curtis, but here I was.

I’m glad I shaved my legs that morning; I undressed in front of him as he sat on the lazy-boy across from me. I slid on the panties and pulled them high on my hips to give them that “v” shaped look, and then I sat on the edge of the couch and slipped on the black lace top sheer stockings and pulled them to where they were snug against my crouch. I picked up the rest of the stuff and excused myself to the bathroom. “I’ll need some privacy to get nasty looking, honey – be right back.”

My heart was pounding out-of-control. I put on the bra, rolled up my black socks an inserted them into each cup to make my tits a little more perky, then I pulled the sweater on – it was tight and hot looking, It went down to about 4” above my crouch (which exposed just enough of the panties) I folded the black sheer scarf into a triangle and put it over my mid-length hair, tied it to the back of my neck, put on the make-up, blue eye shadow, heavy mascara and hot red lip stick and finally put on the slutty 5” white heels (which surprisingly fit) and I was done.

I walked out into the living room, my legs felt so numb, and I was so nervous. “How do I look, babe?” I stated in a nervous tone. “Man oh man, you look amazing! You look better in those clothes than Jane!” Curtis stood up and I could immediately see he had the biggest hard on through his pants that I’ve ever seen.

“Do you really think so?” I said as I walked to the kitchen table and sat on it, and started to dangle my hot legs aback and forth. “Yes, you look nasty.” Curtis walked up to me and got between my legs and started to french kiss me, we got locked up into a red-hot tongue-twisting kiss for about 5 minutes, and as we kissed I wrapped my stocking legs around his waist.

I was getting so turned on as he kept rubbing my legs. Finally he picked me up as I had my legs wrapped around him, carried my to the couch. Suddenly the phone rang and it was Jane stating that she was on her way home from the club; apparently her friend was suffering from a bad headache and wanted to go home.

Curtis asked if we could meet up the next day and get a hotel room and if he could invite his friend John whom I had met before at a party. I thought he was cute; he was a tall slender white guy, muscular. “Sure, sounds like fun; I’ll wear my own clothes tomorrow…we have some unfinished business to take of, I hope you and John can handle me, I like to get dressed as hot and nasty as possible, and fuck all night.” I quickly undressed and couldn’t wait till that next evening. To be continued….