When those satin panties slipped over my cock and balls the first time, I became addicted to female clothes for life. You see I'm what's called a tra...svestite " a guy that likes to dress like a woman". The addiction started slow but by the time I was 18 dressing as a woman and going to gay bars became a every weekend event. Meeting other TV's and dancing not sex was the main reason I went to the bars. There were a few close calls with men that wanted to take me home but I always talk my way. When he reached the door, he sat down and waited for me. “Pretty smart boy, aren’t you?” I asked, somewhat surprised that he remembered which room was mine. I opened the door and just as he did the night before, he let himself in. I took off my jacket, tie and shoes, put my briefcase next to my bed and broke out my bottle of wine. After I got it open and poured myself a glass, I got out my frozen dinner and popped it into the microwave. I then sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the tv.. It was different than what I thought it would be, salty but somehow really sweet. Closing my eyes I savored the taste. Becoming more adventurous I rose up sliding my tongue along his smooth shaft feeling every crevice and vein taking in the musky aroma.Slowly I reached up with my right hand and gently grasped his ever hardening cock. It was soft like babies skin yet firm and manly. I quietly opened my mouth further taking the head of his dick into my mouth. Concentrating on every bump, feeling. There had been a glitch of some kind and the car would not be delivered until Friday. The woman complained, ‘I took a bus all the way here from Trimble, a two and a half hour trip. The Ford dealer in Trimble wouldn’t help me find this car, they just wanted to sell me something off the lot. The dealer here in Henderson was very helpful and found one. Now what am I supposed to do until tomorrow? Every motel room in a sixty mile radius is full due to the tournament. The dealer gave me a loaner, a.