Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:05:48 EDT
From: TexLee29@aol.com
Subject: "Mr. Johnson and Me"

I remember always being entranced by sexy girls in my early teens, so much
so that I started crossdressing when I was about 13. When my single mom was
away from home I would wear her panties and bra stuffed with socks and
hose, high heels and full make-up and loved the feelings it brought out in
me. I felt so damn sexy!  In no time at all I was pretty good at it and by
the time I was 16 I was dressing like a slutty babe and looked pretty hot
if I say so myself. I always dressed in private and masturbated a lot
fantasizing I was sucking cock or getting laid, both of which I practiced
on a black vibrator I found in moms drawer.

Although I have always been attracted to girls and dated some I couldn't
decide if I was bi or gay but I sure knew when I was dressed up all sexy
like that I wanted desperately to have a cock between my lips or in my
`pussy'!

For years all they kids in my neighborhood always talked about a guy that
lived several houses down from me named Mr. Johnson. (Really, that was his
name!). The story was he hurt his back on his job and had disability so he
didn't work, but what the kids talked about was that he was gay, and
several of them claimed to be propositioned by him. He had never come on to
me although he was always real friendly so one summer when I was 17 and I
was dressing up most everyday my fantasies got the best of me and I decided
that maybe I should test the theory all the kids seemed to share.

On the chosen morning after mom left for work I took a shower and put on a
sexy pair of panties under my cut off shorts. I put on a light coat of
barely visible mascara and wore a t-shirt with Madonna's picture on it and
a pair of pink flip-flops that belonged to mom. My plan was to ask
Mr. Johnson if he had any yard work I could do for some money and just see
where that went.

My heart was beating as I walked up his porch and knocked on his
door. There was no answer and I was almost relieved but I knocked again and
after several minutes the door opened. There stood Mr. Johnson with a big
smile on his face and wearing only his undershorts!  Of course this caught
me by surprise and I stammered and mumbled something about doing some yard
work and he replied that yes, he does in fact have some weeding in his
garden I could do.

Mr. Johnson invited me in and looked at me up and down several times and
commented how I had grown up I was the several years we lived on the same
street. He said I was real cute!  After a few awkward minutes of not
knowing what to say to him, he said to follow him and we headed out his
back door. Once on the patio he handed me some gloves and a weeding tool
and said he would pay me $10 to weed his garden, and $20 if he could watch
me weed his garden. Guess that qualifies as making a pass at me!  I said
sure, no problem he could watch and I headed over to the
garden. Mr. Johnson went back into the house then returned with a beer and
he sat at the patio table still in his boxer shorts, and watched me work.
I was pulling weeds but my mind was reeling not quite knowing what this was
leading to. Mr. Johnson, I guessed, was in his early 40's and a little
overweight but not bad looking for an older guy. I felt my cock stir a
little in my panties and I did my best to wiggle my ass when appropriate
just for fun.

After several minutes Mr. Johnson called out and said since it was so hot
that maybe I should take off my shirt. I shrugged and pulled it off and
smiled at him and he smiled back.  It took about an hour to pull most of
the weeds from the garden and I don't believe he took his eyes off of me
once during that whole time! He then asked me to sit down and take a break
and asked if I wanted a cold beer which I gladly accepted. I couldn't help
notice the tent in his shorts as he got up and he didn't do anything at all
to disguise his obvious boner. My mind was going a million miles an hour
and I knew then and there that just maybe I was about to suck my very first
cock!

Mr. Johnson returned with a beer for both of us and being nervous and kinda
horny I chugged it down pretty quickly and felt the effects right away.  He
laughed and said he guess I was pretty thirsty and got up to get me
another, this time running his hands across my bare shoulders as he walked
behind me, sending a rush thru me.

When Mr. Johnson returned he handed me the beer from behind and began
massaging my neck and shoulders. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. After
several minutes of silence he said he was really glad I came over today and
I think I mumbled a weak me too. When he finally stopped and took his seat
in the chair his cock was sticking out of his shorts and fully hard. I
didn't say a word about it but he knew I saw it and I knew he knew I saw
it. We finished our beers then Mr. Johnson asked if I wanted to go inside a
while and cool off. I said sure that would be fine and as I stood up,
Mr. Johnson put his arms around me a kissed me...and I kissed him
back. Without thinking I let out a soft moan as we kissed.  That's it
honey, he said. (He called me honey!)

After several minutes he broke off our kiss and he led me inside with his
hand around my waist. Inside Mr. Johnson immediately turned me around and
he unbuttoned my cut off shorts and pulled them down exposing my red
panties. He chuckled and said well look what we have here! I thought that
was as good a time as any and I told Mr. Johnson that I was secretly a
crossdresser. Well I'll be damned he said and he put his hand over the
bulge in my panties and squeezed lightly. I reached out for his cock and
stroked it when he asked if I would dress up for him. Yeah, sure I replied.

I practically ran home, threw my gurl things in my back pack and headed
back over Mr. Johnsons. When I knocked on the door I heard him call out for
me to come on in. He was sitting on the couch with his cock sticking
straight up and watching porn on the TV.

I told him not to move and I headed to the bathroom to get ready. I put my
make-up on first, lots of mascara, blue shadow, and red lipstick, then
brushed my longish hair in a sexy style then put on a bra, a red and gold
shirt of moms and a hot looking mini skirt, black stockings and 4" high
heel pumps. I smiled at myself in the mirror before I walked out to suck my
first live cock!


Mr. Johnson just looked at me with his mouth open and a wild look in his
eyes.  Come over here baby and sit by me he said. He was totally naked with
his cock pointing straight up as I sat down next to him. You planned this
whole thing didn't you? He asked.

Mmmm, maybe, I replied.

Suck me he said as he pulled me down to his cock.

It felt so different than the hard plastic vibrator I sucked so many
times. It was hard on the inside but so soft on the outside at the same
time. I couldn't believe I was actually sucking cock after all this time! I
gagged when he pushed my head down at first but soon I was taking him in
all the way down my throat. Mr. Johnsons breathing became quicker as I
sucked him and in no time at all I felt his body stiffen. That's it baby,
keep going he whispered. After a while he let out a long slow moan then a
few seconds later I tasted a spurt of cum. It was warm and musky tasting
and I swallowed it. Then, another spurt, and another, and another, filling
my mouth before I could swallow it all. Yes, yes was all he said as he came
and I stroked him until every last drop oozed out of the slit in his cock
and licked off the last drop.


Damn baby! That was amazing, he said.  Mr. Johnson then pushed me back on
the couch and put his hands up my skirt and yanked off my panties
roughly. With my panties around one ankle and my legs lifted up in the air,
he went down on me, sucking my hard cock. I glanced up my leg clad in black
stockings and to my high heels pointing north with my panties around the
ankle and I started to cum in his mouth. After I finished he kissed me,
mingling my cum with the taste of his still in my mouth, smearing my red
lipstick.

Mr. Johnson fell back to the couch panting as I lay there dizzy from all
the excitement.

Fuck baby, you are one hot bitch he said. I sat up and lifted his arm over
me and lay next to him and I ran my fingers thru his chest hair.

After a few minutes of silence with only the sounds of the porn on the TV I
reached down to his flaccid cock and stroked him until he was almost hard
again. I stopped and said I had to pee and Mr. Johnson smiled and said he
would be right here when I returned.

I made it to the bathroom on my wobbly legs where I took a pee then fixed
my lipstick again, and grabbed a bottle of baby oil that was on the
bathroom counter.

Mr. Johnson was stroking his cock and it was fully hard again when I
returned. I sat down and poured some baby oil in my hands and massaged it
into his cock then lifted my leg over him and guided his cock into my
ass. I slowly inched down onto his pole until my stretched `pussy' was all
filled up. It hurt but it also felt nice to have a cock in me. After a few
seconds of sitting there, I slowly gyrated my ass then lifted up then down
on his cock. Soon I was sliding up and down easily on him and squeezing my
ass tight around him. Fuck me Mr. Johnson I said.

When he heard that he suddenly slid me off his cock and spun me around so
my hands and knees were on the couch and he entered me from behind. He was
rough with me and I liked it. Fuck my ass Mr. Johnson I cried out.

You like it you little whore? He said.
Yes!
Want me to cum in that tight little ass, you slut?
Yes, cum in my ass.

Yes, baby he moaned as his body slammed into me.
It hurt but I thrust out my ass to him.

I'm cumming you cunt whore.
Fill my ass with your cum Mr. Johnson.

He pounded me hard and grabbed my waist tight as he came deep in my ass.

I collapsed on the couch and Mr. Johnson did too next to me.
He lay there with his eyes closed and I leaned over and kissed him.

My ass was so sore (and I had some vicious gas pains) but I also felt so
feminine and sexy with Mr. Johnsons cum oozing out and dripping down my
thigh...