Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 11:04:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Bobbie Subject: Warren and the Woodie final part Well, the stint at the arcade turned out pretty much a disappointment. A bunch of guys left satisfied, but I wasn't one of them. However, I did have a phone number and I called from a pay phone before I left town. I got a few cryptic comments on the phone and was asked for a number where I could be reached in 15 minutes. I stayed at the phone until it rang and I got my call back. It seems that Ron was married and his wife didn't know about his other activities. I pretty well told him what I was interested in and gave him my number. A few days later he called back and we set up a meeting. It seems he had a friend who was also interested in "playing around" and the friend was single and had a house. What developed over the course of conversation and in my plans seemed to me to be something that would be pretty special. I would meet him in the parking lot of a chain store mall and we would go to the friend's house. I was going to be dressed in drag and among other things, we would do some other anal things, tampons, an enema and some fun around the house. It would give me the opportunity to parade around in those silky undergarmets, be touched and enemaed and then a good reaming out. It all sounded pretty great. I bought a new black slip just for the occasion. I packed my bags complete with a couple fleet enemas, a mineral oil fleet, my douche bulb, tampax, suppositories, the whole nine yards. We met in the parking lot and I followed him to his friend's house. Then things went sour. First off his friend was only interested in sucking really young studs and I was now past 30. Second, he wanted nothing to do with enemas and my cross dressing turned him off. I asked Ron if we could just use a room at his friend's place and the friend wouldn't even agree to that. Somewhere along the line Ron had missed communication with his friend. He apologized and said if I was interested we could go out to a roadside park and he would fuck my ass in a toilet there. I really wasn't interested in doing that, not after all the preparation I had made. I was just about as down about the whole thing as I could get. Anyway, I headed on down the road and before too long I came to an adult store out on the edge of the next town. It was not a heavy traffic area and I had never been there. I slipped a shirt and pants over my crossdress clothes and went in with my wig, purse full of goodies and lubrication tucked in my shirt. Once in the store I got a roll of quarters and headed for the arcade. To my surprise it was a two booth arcade. No wonder there was little traffic. Actually there were three booths but one was marked out of order. I got in the center one and slipped out of my jeans and shirt and put on the wig. I started dropping quarters and before long there was a young stud in the booth next door. I did my rubbing act and before long there was a very nice cock through the hole in the wall. I rolled a rubber on it and sucked it briefly. Then I quickly scribbled a note asking if he wanted a piece of my ass. It came back thanks but just a bj was what he was after. I obliged and he left. I kept trying and the result was I gave four different guys head. Then I noticed a cock sticking through the hole from the out of order booth. I played with it a bit and then dug into the purse and got out a reality condom. Those are the female ones for internal use. I made a major event out of putting it in place and then backed my ass up against the hole in the wall. There was an attempt at entering me and then he withdrew. A moment later I heard a knock on the door to the booth. I wanted to make certain he knew what I was after so I pulled my panties down to my knees and lifted the slip and skirt up over my back. I unlocked the door on the booth and bent over. He got the idea. Now the reality condom is a great idea, but it does have some shortcomings. When used for anal protection, it reduces somewhat the ability of the aggressor as it were to push in. There I was bent over, one hand behind me holding the condom in place and trying to guide him home with my other. We were ultimately successful and I felt first the head and then a couple inches of cock sliding into my ass. Finally I was going to get a little ass action. He no more than got a good start and we both heard the sound of a customer coming in the front door. He withdrew, said I'll be back and left me waiting. After about 20 minutes I gave up and put on my jeans and shirt and exited. "Sorry," he said, "I just didn't think it would look too good if someone came in and I was caught with my cock up a customer's ass." Thank goodness Warren didn't feel that way years ago. This is the end of these personal adventures. The stories are true. The adventures have been many and have been pruned down to have a bit of continuity. Comments and suggestions are welcome. I will try and write some more about individual experiences as time permits but this will be the last about Warren and the Woodie.