First walk

Hello. Like everyone else at that age, interest outweighs reason. Once again, I put on women’s clothes and twirled in front of the mirror, I admired my body and it all ended in a violent ending, after which such self-hatred set in and a promise not to do this again...

But some time passed and the desire to wear women’s clothes surged again.

Mom worked at the market and there were a lot of bags with things at home. I sometimes helped her and looked in advance at what was lying and where so that I could unnoticedly take it out of these huge trunks.

There were days when my mother went shopping and I stayed at home with my stepfather (he didn’t care about me, he

, as usual, drank with his neighbor until the morning in his garage)

I was delighted with myself, a very pretty girl was looking at me in the mirror.

Having walked around the room in this image, I walked throughout the house and this desire for something more.

We lived in a private house... The path from the house to the gate, your heart is beating, after a couple of steps you listen, take a breath and take a couple of steps again.

The gate is behind, the road is empty, it’s already very late, the heels click treacherously and it seems that the whole city can hear. A little more, cross the bridge and I’m in the park, there’s no lighting and there’s somewhere to hide.

The park was not well-kept. And when she saw people, she simply took a couple of steps into the bushes and waited for them to pass. Then she came out from her shelter and the sound of heels, the wind was blowing through her legs, through her blouse you could easily see her bra, which pleasantly tightened her breasts. It was such excitement that I can’t describe it. Having become a little bolder, the next passers-by and I decided not to hide, they walked by assessing me from head to toe and I just began to seethe (they looked at me like I was a girl). This fear that they will see me and at the same time such a huge excitement that they saw me.

I knew my park perfectly, I knew those places where I shouldn’t walk and those places where I liked to spy on couples (who were sure that they were alone) there I realized for myself that I no longer wanted to be in the guy’s place, but to be the one (once again from my hiding place I watched how the couple, after long kisses, got down to business, he pressed her to the tree, his hands were under the dress, he caressed her, kissed, she wriggled like a loach in his hands, there were no straps on her shoulders, his kisses were all over her body...

It was hard to see, while I moved closer, the picture I saw simply amazed me, the girl was half naked on her knees and sweetly made him feel good, she just savored the dick, I froze, realizing that they could notice me. I couldn’t tear myself away from such a movie... Having played enough, he put her in doggy style and at the moment when he entered her, we met her eyes. I saw how she was enjoying herself. I wanted to be in her place) passing this place, memories came flooding back, I was distracted. A voice brought me out of my memories:

-Why are you walking so late yourself?

I was so shaken that I stopped in a stupor, I couldn’t squeeze out a word, he asked again, I was silent

It was an adult man, I don’t know how many years, but definitely older than my mother

-I’m going home (my voice was shaking)

-So late?

-I live here nearby

He was lightly dressed and was holding a leash in his hands (realizing that he was walking the dog and therefore must be a contracting adult, he let me go a little and I quickly turned around in the other direction. His look in the back just set me on fire.

-Honey, just wait!

I felt like I was burned with boiling water. And this treacherous stupor gripped my whole body. He stood in the shade of the trees and the moonlight illuminated only his legs.

-Come to me

Fear, what are the options..... Without understanding what I was doing, I silently walked up to him.

-Come closer

Another step and I felt his breath

-I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, have I had enough of a walk?

-yes

Isn’t it scary to walk in the park at night

?

-No

She answered stiffly, but in her thoughts was whether to run or not run

He took a step towards me, put his hand on my shoulder... He ran his fingers along my neck and went down a little into the cut of the blouse

-Is that your name?

-Lera (the first name that came to mind)

-Or maybe Lenya laughed loudly

I stood frozen

-Lera, you don’t want the guys from the yard to know about you

-No (he didn’t give any other options)

-Clever girl

His hand went over his breasts, squeezing them and making sure that there was nothing there, he neighed again

-This is waking up our secret, don’t worry

With these words, holding me by the shoulder, he silently led me deeper into the park (to the old fountain that has been around for a long time overgrown)

-You like being a girl, don’t you?

I was silent

-So be a good girl

At the same time, his hand was already on my waist, it was so hot that it just burned my body. chest, ass, walked along the leg a little lower than the skirt, returned to the neck and lips. He carefully caressed his lips with his fingers, spread them out and with the other hand pressed on the shoulders

I knelt down and my shorts were already pulled down in front of me

-Lera, be a good girl and no one will know about it

This moment when my lips touched his penis. Gently afraid of hurting him or doing something wrong, afraid of everything. Now you can’t remember everything. Gently, then more roughly, his hands were already crumpled on the back of my head and he completely controlled the whole process, he pressed me harder into himself. I couldn’t swallow everything, but I couldn’t and the drops began to flow onto my blouse.

Having satisfied himself, he simply pulled on his shorts. Saying

-Good girl, I’m waiting for you on Saturday in the same place

I remained on my knees until he left, having come to my senses a little, I looked around. The blouse was ruined. The taste was disgusting. I wanted to remove it with something, but at the same time, I was scared and ashamed. I found the wig, but it was in the leaves, I didn’t put it on. My knees were rubbed and dirty. It was late, but luckily my stepfather wasn’t home yet.