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Oh what a glorious time to be alive and horny. The miniskirt is back with a
vengeance and the must-have item (for girls with the legs to show them off)
was a short cute minikilt. I've never quite figured out why, but I've always
found a tartan (or more commonly called plaid in the US) pleated skirt to be
so sexy. It's something to do with the flirty twirl and flounce you get with
movement and a lot to do - I suspect - with the flexibility offered by the
pleats. They can simply be lifted so
easily. Raise the skirt away from a lusciously rounded bum and it will still
remain in place - ladylike and undisturbed - at the front.
And that's how I like my girls - ladylike, but with that something extra. I
used to dress myself for some years and was quite a convincing little slut.
And yes, I wore a minikilt regularly. I had a lot of guys but most of my
encounters were lesbian - me and some other hot tranny tramp. Wonderful days
and glorious nights. I don't dress so much anymore, but have never lost my
taste for a cock in a nice pair of lacy panties, especially when hidden
under a pleated miniskirt.
So November 2003 on an unseasonably balmy evening found me in one of my
favourite cities. Brussels isn't top of every tourist's destination list, but
if you like trannies its a great place to be. Come midnight, an area near
the Gare du Nord comes alive with girlz of nearly every type. Sure, on some
streets you get real girls competing with their sisters poised in the
Amsterdam-like windows. But move over a block and you arrive in shemale
heaven. Dozens of shemale girls - mainly South
American, but with some local beauties - ply their trade in this daytime
business district. Its like a catwalk; most of the girls are absolutely
stunning looking.
I'm a regular visitor and the drill is fairly routine. A fairly long stroll
along each side of the street to check out who is around and pick out who
you might go with. Blond, brunette or redhead? Petite asian or statuesque
latina? Oh, how and who to choose? Such hesitation has often been a problem
for me in the past. You finally decide on a girl, go back to where she was
and discover she's disappeared into a car and is already having her ass
filled by someone else's cock. But then there's
always your second favourite. Quick walk to a "hotel" around the corner. Ten
euro for the room and forty (yes, that's four zero) for the girl and then
fuck and suck til you explode. Mmmm; gets me hot again just thinking about
all the girls I've had in those rooms.
But there was to be no room or hotel tonight. This one was just extra
special. I saw Amanda almost immediately. About 5'5", olive skin, latina but
with slightly oriental features, blond hair, superb figure with gorgeous
tits emerging from her halter top. Legs any girl would kill for, painted
nails pouting from open-toed stilettos. And best of all. The most
sensational grey and red minikilt barely covering her indecency. I
immediately started getting hard. There was going to be no hesitation
tonight. A glorious smile appeared as I approached her to discover she spoke
English (many of the girls only speak Spanish or Portuguese). Fifty euro and
she was mine. Slightly more than some of the other girls, but nothing for
such a goddess!
As I turned to start walking to the hotel she took my hand and said no, we'd
go to the car park. What car park, I thought, getting a little uneasy. I
know this area pretty well and couldn't figure where she might be talking
about. We walked around the corner into a courtyard and alley linking two of
the main avenues. Office blocks all around, with some planting done to
relieve the expanse of concrete. And then she simply pulled me into a
corner. This was in full public view of anyone walking through the alley.
Before I could think about it, Amanda was squatting down on her hunkers
undoing my zip. In an instant she had rolled a condom onto my flagpole and
was sucking me in deep with delicious light passes of her tongue. As I
looked to the side I could see us perfectly reflected in the plate-glass
window of the adjoining office. Me with my trousers around my knees, and her
bobbing on my cock with that gorgeous skirt flaring around her ass. If you
could freeze time, I would have been happy to do it right then.
After three or four minutes of exquisite sucking, she stood, turned away
from me, bent over and reached back to guide me into her. This was my
ultimate fantasy come true. She had lifted her little skirt clear of the
most grabbable ass I have ever encountered. She pulled her thong aside and
just slid me in. No struggling to find her hole. No pushing and shoving to
get in. Just gliding in effortlessly past her tight ring. It was incredible.
I couldn't resist turning around to look in our window again while at the
same time I reached forward to feel her small but rock-hard cock. It was
like she had some sort of vacuum in there. As the head of my cock pulled out
to her ring again, it was suddenly just whooshed in again until my balls
slapped her ass. On and on we went as her sexily accented English urged me
to fuck her pussy good. Being an obliging sort of guy, I did just that.
At one point, one of my balls got trapped in the waist-band of my pants. I
withdrew briefly to adjust myself. Clearly not understanding my intentions,
she straightened up and moved to face back to me. As I was about to ask her
to "resume the position" I suddenly found her crouched down again in front
of me. In one movement she then stripped off the condom and went down on my
bare swollen cock. And no way was I about to ask her to do anything else. As
good as her initial condomed suck had been, this was just heavenly. Hot red
lips grasped me as firmly as her pussy ring had only moments before. The
sheer sensory silkiness of it just overloaded me. As she cupped my balls, I
just stopped moving and felt my cum rising to explode in a torrent into her
beautiful mouth. A few lingering sucks and she was then sashaying away on
her high heels, pulling her thong back into position as she disappeared
around the corner, her little skirt still swaying provocatively.
It all took no more than ten minutes and every second was amazing. And the
bonus? The smiles on the faces of a couple of guys I passed as I walked
down the alley, still re-zipping my fly. I wasn't the only one who had
enjoyed my plaid pleasures.
vengeance and the must-have item (for girls with the legs to show them off)
was a short cute minikilt. I've never quite figured out why, but I've always
found a tartan (or more commonly called plaid in the US) pleated skirt to be
so sexy. It's something to do with the flirty twirl and flounce you get with
movement and a lot to do - I suspect - with the flexibility offered by the
pleats. They can simply be lifted so
easily. Raise the skirt away from a lusciously rounded bum and it will still
remain in place - ladylike and undisturbed - at the front.
And that's how I like my girls - ladylike, but with that something extra. I
used to dress myself for some years and was quite a convincing little slut.
And yes, I wore a minikilt regularly. I had a lot of guys but most of my
encounters were lesbian - me and some other hot tranny tramp. Wonderful days
and glorious nights. I don't dress so much anymore, but have never lost my
taste for a cock in a nice pair of lacy panties, especially when hidden
under a pleated miniskirt.
So November 2003 on an unseasonably balmy evening found me in one of my
favourite cities. Brussels isn't top of every tourist's destination list, but
if you like trannies its a great place to be. Come midnight, an area near
the Gare du Nord comes alive with girlz of nearly every type. Sure, on some
streets you get real girls competing with their sisters poised in the
Amsterdam-like windows. But move over a block and you arrive in shemale
heaven. Dozens of shemale girls - mainly South
American, but with some local beauties - ply their trade in this daytime
business district. Its like a catwalk; most of the girls are absolutely
stunning looking.
I'm a regular visitor and the drill is fairly routine. A fairly long stroll
along each side of the street to check out who is around and pick out who
you might go with. Blond, brunette or redhead? Petite asian or statuesque
latina? Oh, how and who to choose? Such hesitation has often been a problem
for me in the past. You finally decide on a girl, go back to where she was
and discover she's disappeared into a car and is already having her ass
filled by someone else's cock. But then there's
always your second favourite. Quick walk to a "hotel" around the corner. Ten
euro for the room and forty (yes, that's four zero) for the girl and then
fuck and suck til you explode. Mmmm; gets me hot again just thinking about
all the girls I've had in those rooms.
But there was to be no room or hotel tonight. This one was just extra
special. I saw Amanda almost immediately. About 5'5", olive skin, latina but
with slightly oriental features, blond hair, superb figure with gorgeous
tits emerging from her halter top. Legs any girl would kill for, painted
nails pouting from open-toed stilettos. And best of all. The most
sensational grey and red minikilt barely covering her indecency. I
immediately started getting hard. There was going to be no hesitation
tonight. A glorious smile appeared as I approached her to discover she spoke
English (many of the girls only speak Spanish or Portuguese). Fifty euro and
she was mine. Slightly more than some of the other girls, but nothing for
such a goddess!
As I turned to start walking to the hotel she took my hand and said no, we'd
go to the car park. What car park, I thought, getting a little uneasy. I
know this area pretty well and couldn't figure where she might be talking
about. We walked around the corner into a courtyard and alley linking two of
the main avenues. Office blocks all around, with some planting done to
relieve the expanse of concrete. And then she simply pulled me into a
corner. This was in full public view of anyone walking through the alley.
Before I could think about it, Amanda was squatting down on her hunkers
undoing my zip. In an instant she had rolled a condom onto my flagpole and
was sucking me in deep with delicious light passes of her tongue. As I
looked to the side I could see us perfectly reflected in the plate-glass
window of the adjoining office. Me with my trousers around my knees, and her
bobbing on my cock with that gorgeous skirt flaring around her ass. If you
could freeze time, I would have been happy to do it right then.
After three or four minutes of exquisite sucking, she stood, turned away
from me, bent over and reached back to guide me into her. This was my
ultimate fantasy come true. She had lifted her little skirt clear of the
most grabbable ass I have ever encountered. She pulled her thong aside and
just slid me in. No struggling to find her hole. No pushing and shoving to
get in. Just gliding in effortlessly past her tight ring. It was incredible.
I couldn't resist turning around to look in our window again while at the
same time I reached forward to feel her small but rock-hard cock. It was
like she had some sort of vacuum in there. As the head of my cock pulled out
to her ring again, it was suddenly just whooshed in again until my balls
slapped her ass. On and on we went as her sexily accented English urged me
to fuck her pussy good. Being an obliging sort of guy, I did just that.
At one point, one of my balls got trapped in the waist-band of my pants. I
withdrew briefly to adjust myself. Clearly not understanding my intentions,
she straightened up and moved to face back to me. As I was about to ask her
to "resume the position" I suddenly found her crouched down again in front
of me. In one movement she then stripped off the condom and went down on my
bare swollen cock. And no way was I about to ask her to do anything else. As
good as her initial condomed suck had been, this was just heavenly. Hot red
lips grasped me as firmly as her pussy ring had only moments before. The
sheer sensory silkiness of it just overloaded me. As she cupped my balls, I
just stopped moving and felt my cum rising to explode in a torrent into her
beautiful mouth. A few lingering sucks and she was then sashaying away on
her high heels, pulling her thong back into position as she disappeared
around the corner, her little skirt still swaying provocatively.
It all took no more than ten minutes and every second was amazing. And the
bonus? The smiles on the faces of a couple of guys I passed as I walked
down the alley, still re-zipping my fly. I wasn't the only one who had
enjoyed my plaid pleasures.
