Music to my lips

I was always infatuated with older women when I was going through puberty. The girls in my year at school didn’t really do anything for me. There were two or three who liked to wear underskirts under their school skirts which were visible through the kick flap at the back of the skirt and those girls always intrigued me, but I never really fancied them.

Some of my teachers on the other hand were stunning.

One in particular who was somebody you would describe as “mumsy” was my favourite. She was very kind and gentle. Always wore a dress or skirt and top with high heels. At Christmas she always wore gorgeous long dresses which were quite thin so she usually wore an underskirt with them. I recall one day in class she wore an orange flowery dress, matchin heels and he underskirt or “slip” as some call them just showed a tiny bit below the hem of her dress. The white lace was an instant attraction to me and when she bent over you could see the satin of the underskirt against the dress.

I was hard for almost all of that lesson. It was lunch time when it ended and we all trooped back to the main building of the school which was being renovated and the class room I had been in was a 5 min walk from the school building.

I had “accidently” left a pen behind and had to go back for it. The teacher was still in the class and was surprised to see me back. I had of course planned this next bit.

I explained I’d left my pen and she helped me find it. All the time I was watching her underskirt and the way her dress swished as she moved. Once found I put it in my school bag and pulled out a christmas card for her which she thanked me for.

I then said “oh and a very merry Christmas” as I pulled out some mistletoe. She giggle as I held it up and she stepped closer to me. I recall the event in slow motion as if it were earlier today. The smell of her perfume, the smell of her hair, the swish of her dress. I rested my hand on her waist working it round to the small of her back. Gently pulling her in as she moved closer. I kiseed her on the lips with a slightly open mouth and it lingered as my cock grew rigid against her thigh. I so wanted to kiss her again and slip my toungue onto her mouth but I was so nervous and she was afterall my treacher. Insread she gave me a little hug and a kiss on the nose and forehead. There is no way she could not have felt my cock straining against her. I wanted her so much.

“Merry Christmas” she said as we parted and the moment was over. I headed to lunch. It was the source material for many boyhood pleasure sessions I can tell you.

Dirty tranny girl xxx

 

Wax on, Wax off

So I went to a new wax salon this week and got everything from the waist down removed. Hair wise, of course.

The salon is a year old so still quite new and as I was a new client there was still that awkward relationship where a complete stranger asks you to remove your underwear and let her spread hot wax on your penis and rip it off again.

Legs were done first which were quick and easy. Next was my bum which again was quick and easy.

For guys who have never had a wax done, down there, you usually have to go on all fours with your elbows down and your bum up. Quite uncomfortable, so remember that the next time you ask your girlfriend to go doggy with you. You then get your scrotum and surounding area cleaned, dried and waxed. It it painful, there is no getting away from that. I tend to “spot” as well which is a very slight bleed on my scrotum in small spots. If this happens to you, make sure you either put some paper towls over yourself to protect against the blood drying on your underwear or removal of underwear later when you are home can be sore.

So we were chatting quite the thing and I was asked to turn over onto my back. They usually put a hand towel over you to pretend there is some modesty, before whipping it off to get a good look, clean and start waxing again.

Being a new girl, I was not used to her touch and quite instantly became erect. I know this can make it easier for a wax as the skin becomes taught. But i just seemed to get harder and harder. To the point soon where it was difficult for her to move it around. She carried on around it but got to the point where she needed to move it down and when she did so she managed to pull my foreskin back, all the way back! She apologied and tried to fix it and in effect sarted to pull at my foreskin back and forth. It was both heavenly and horrifying all at once and I had to stop her, telling he I would fix it. She apologied and giggled saying she just realised what she was doing. I fixed myself and she carried on, saying, “..well at least you didn’t cum on me.”

Should I have said something back? I was in too much shock. Perhpas she was nervous and blurted out what she shouldn’t have, and perhaps it was a saving grace that I didn’t respond. Maybe it was just the ice breaker that was needed to build a trust and ensure I go back.

We chatted some more and she asked why I get waxed. She said she has one other male client who is trans and gets waxed for that reason. She just asked outright if I was trans too? Again I was in shock at the question and sheepishly said yes. “Wonderful.” She said. “What sort of clothes do you like to wear?” The conversation went from nail polish, to heels, to makeup to dresses.

I think I’ll go back.

Dirty Tranny Girl