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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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As a young crossdresser many moons ago I had taken a number from a toilet wall as was the practice in those days. I spent most of the day wearing a black lace basque and sheer stockings under my work clothes in a state of sexual excitement. When I finally drove to the meet (the same toilets I had got the number from) I was already fit to burst. I took up position at the urinal and one of the cubical doors opened. He was much older, quite sleazy looking in a long dark coat and flat cap looking me up and down.
My cock was already hard and I lowered my trousers slightly so he could make out the stocking tops and lower half of the basque. The look of lust in his eyes said it all and the approached me.
Disaster!!! I was so turned on I shot a load up the urinal wall, hastily pushed my still pumping cock into my pants and fled back to my van. |
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