I was having another somewhat boring evening alone. My name is Jill (when I put on women's clothes, that is) I was sitting at my computer, checking out the chat rooms on AOL. Just moments before, I had shed my male persona and taken a long hot bath, followed by a sensuous body shave that had left me feeling, as always, feminine, submissive, and very horny. My new thigh high nylons felt so soft and smooth on my long legs. The minidress I chose was black and just about kneelength. Not slutty, unless I crossed my legs in a certain way and the hem slid up my thighs a bit too far. I have not met a man yet who could resist that temptation! My long blonde wig and just the right touch of makeup completed a very pretty picture. Oh, I forgot about my 3" black pumps.
The chat rooms were thusfar uninviting. Then I joined an interracial chat room. I had been with several men, one Black. I intended to duplicate that experience and see if I got as turned on as I had the last time. The people in the chat room seemed to be mostly straight Black men and white genetic girls. I sent out several IMs being honest in my depiction of myself: leggy submissive blonde TV for whom giving pleasure gives me pleasure. interested? Most responses were negative and condescending. Just as I was about to give up, I sent a message to the entire chat room with my description. One IM that I got really caught me eye. "BM who knows what he wants and ain't afraid to take it wants to meet you. Where r u?" My little "clit" got hard right away. I won't bore you with the details, but we agreed on a place to meet and that we would come back to my place. He said his Black girlfriend did not interest him anymore and he wanted to explore the wild side. I agreed to meet him at a 7-eleven on the other side of town.
The day of our meeting arrived. I made certain I was extra smooth and pretty for him. Since I was driving, I wore a conservative polka-dot dress and short heels. I saw his friend's pick-up truck in the parking lot.
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