"What number?" I asked "69 please" she said, which made her face go red again."I cant believe I just said that" she mumbled, I smiled and thought, "if...you want 69 you can have one"We arrived quite quickly, she jumped out of the car and ran to the door, I was closer to the door so I was soon right behind her.She unlocked the door, ran in, dropped her bags on the floor and said that she needed to pee, and ran up the stairs.I ran up the stairs behind her and said "Let me watch" she lifted her. A few minutes later, I excuse myself to go to the washroom. There are 2 urinals. I stand at one & unzip, pull out my pecker and fully retract my hood. I hold it with my opposite hand so that if the guy comes in, he'll be able to see my pecker, if he is so inclined. I am standing at the urinal pissing away. The guy does come in & stands beside me. He purposefully looks over and down at my cock as he unzips and pulls out his own cock. I look over and down at his cock. It is a fine, fine uncut. "When Sam hung up the phone, he was all smiles. This was so exciting. Hehad never done anything this brazen when it came to his cross-dressing.And to think that this lovely woman might find him attractive, evenknowing he liked to wear women's clothes was unthinkable. He ran theimage he had of her over in his mind. She was about his height, maybe atad taller. She was not a thin woman and although she had wide hips,she was not particularly curvy; she was likely an XL size in mostdresses. He. I wanted to be fucked. He fed his hardness deep into me and I groaned as my hands trembled against the wall. His fist had grabbed my hair and he was starting to pump faster now. I was crying with tears running down my wet face, but I loved it. And as he fucked me I was using a hand to caress and pinch my breasts, then tickling and slapping my clit. I wanted to cum quickly now. I was greedy for him. Fucking my virgin ass and calling my name. So fucking good. My legs quivered but I begged for.