I was starting to see certain men as sexually threatening in a way I had never felt when I was consistently presenting myself as a regular boy. I had ...ow felt that imposing male gaze while appearing as a pretty girl, and it had changed me. I couldn't imagine myself looking at a girl that way. In fact I felt more at home being the target - the object of desire. I can't explain why - maybe it was my passive nature or my gentle demeanor - all I knew for sure was that I was better suited to the. Of course it was a guy. But this guy seemed different from all the others. Jet black hair, and icy blue eyes stared back at me. I quickly looked away afraid he might think I was some weirdo. I grabbed my bags out of the car, walking up to the house I could feel their eyes on my back watching every move I made. Opening the door and stepping inside the house looked spacious and inviting. Our furniture for the most part was not accounted for, and we would have to do with sleeping bags for. " He shook his head and picked up his heavy binoculars. "Where's the other scout?"I caught up with her as she was about to mount the short set of steps. "Got time for me?" I asked in a whisper."Get in line," she said with a laugh and hurried out.Anna McIntyre was only twenty, fresh out of some girls' school in the West and undoubtedly the best pilot that we had of the four tiny scout planes the Annapolis carried, leftover from an earlier time. They were old but powerful Curtis biplanes, the. Sweet, gentlemanly and funny, he had me ready to strip off in the middle of the restaurant. After dessert I invited him back to my place. My pussy was soaked, but that wasn't where I was hoping to see some action.As soon as we were inside my apartment, he pulled me to him for a deep kiss. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and reached down to squeeze it. He groaned. Taking his hand, I led him to my bedroom, where we quickly shed our clothes and climbed onto the bed.As he.