Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2011 07:36:47 -0700 (PDT) From: cindy shemale Subject: Service Station I had pulled off the M6 for a much-needed brew and a pit-stop. It was just gone 3am and I was on my way home to Preston from a meeting in London. I slid into a parking space, grabbed my overnight bag, and went into the Travelodge, booked in for one night, got a key, and went up to my room. I dossed down for a few hours, then got up about 10.00am, starving hungry. It was now Saturday morning, and I had all day before I was expected home, so decided to relax for the day. First I rummaged through my overnight bag, and selected the underwear for the day ;black silk stockings and suspenders, matching black silk lacy bra, French knickers, and a black silk slip. Over these, I slipped on a pair of jeans, T-shirt, and a thin summer jacket. I put on a bead necklace, which I tucked inside my T-shirt, casual loafers, and I was ready to go. I went down to the restaurant and ordered breakfast, bacon, eggs, beans, toast and coffee, got myself a paper, and found a nice quiet corner. I tucked into my breakfast, reading the paper, and gradually relaxed. Peace and quiet and good food always does that to me, and without thinking, I slipped off my jacket. I carried on with my food, then a few minutes later, a guy with a tray stopped at my table. He looked to be about 50 years old, well-built without being fat, in other words, pretty much like me ! "Excuse me," he said politely ,"is this seat taken?" I shook my head "No, be my guest" "Thanks , hun" he said, and slid into the seat opposite me. I thought I'd misheard him, shrugged it off, and carried on eating. "I don't think I've seen you here before, have I ?" he said. "No, " I replied, "I'm usually on the northern run, up towards Glasgow" "Yes, " he said, "I thought you were a new girl in town! My name is Kim, by the way". I gaped at him, but he just smiled, and pointed at my shoulder. I realised that my bra straps were showing through my T-shirt ! I'd forgotten my lingerie when I took off my jacket ! I felt my face turn scarlet with embarrassment, but he just smiled, and said "Relax, honey, we are both on the same wave-length. Take a look" With that, he drew his own jacket aside, and unbuttoned his shirt a little. Looking around to ensure that we were unobserved, he pulled his shirt open. I gasped in surprise, (and delight) as he showed me his underwear; a lovely silk basque in red satin, with gorgeous black lace trimming ! I could see that he had real breasts, filling the 38C cups with a lovely cleavage ! " My stockings are attached to the suspenders on my basque, and my panties are red silk, with black lace trim to match. I have lots more in my room, if you care to come and see, honey", he said. By now I was rock-hard in my knickers, so after I told him my girly name was Cindy, I agreed to go to his room. His room was only a few doors down the corridor from mine, so I said I would see him in about 30 minutes. I slipped into my room, and delved into my bag. I was glad I'd packed my little black sheath cocktail dress, wig and make-up, so it only took a few minutes to take off my jeans and T-shirt, slip into my sparkly black dress, put on my wig and make-up, using plenty of hot red lipstick and gloss, slipped on my heels, and I was ready to go. I took a quick look out the door; the corridor was clear, so I stepped down towards his room, which was about 6 doors down. I arrived at his door, and tapped gently, then waited. A soft click, and the door swung open. I stepped inside, and an arm encircled my waist, as my new friend came from behind the door. I turned to him, and immediately he pressed his lips to mine. I closed my eyes, and returned his kiss. Nothing turns me on more at a new meeting, than that first kiss. It usually shows how things will turn out; the hotter that first kiss, the hotter the action after !. As I slid my arms around him, I was surprised to feel soft silk under my hands. I enjoyed the kiss a few moments more, then stood back to take a look . lst our searching hans He was wearing a gorgeous red Chinese kimono style cocktail dress, just above the knee, and from the slits up the sides, I could see his stockings were lace-topped, fully fashioned, and clipped to the suspenders of the basque he'd shown me earlier. He took me by the hand, and led me through to the bedroom, where we sat side-by-side on the bed. We embraced and kissed passionately, our tongues probing deeply into our mouths, whilst our hands stroked and caressed our silk-clad male bodies. My nipples hardened as he pinched and squeezed them, while I slid my hands up his lovely silken stockinged legs. I reached the bulge in his silken French knickers just as he released my breast from my bra. He lowered his head to suckle my breast as I gently started to wank his throbbing prick through the silk of his knickers. I gently eased his cock out of the leg-hole and lowered my head to take him in my mouth. As I did so, he swung around on the bed until we were in a 69 position, with our silken bodies nose to tail, each stroking the silk of our dresses covering our pert bums. We sucked each other , stroking and caressing, until we felt our pricks start to pulse, ready to cum. We spurted our hot cum into each others mouth, jolt after jolt of gorgeous juice, then, holding it in our mouths, we wriggled around until we could kiss once again. We pressed our hot lips together, mixing our cum in our mouths, then swallowed greedily, gulping our hot juices down as we kissed. Next time I'll tell you how we fucked each other If you enjoyed this TRUE story, contact me at missmann69@yahoo.com