I was a bit early, but I was sure that no one would mind a pair of extra hands. Something alerted me that there was someone else in the room. I turned...around and saw John standing there. I looked at him and saw the same sort of longing in his eyes that I had seen in my own all weekend. I did not consciously decide to bring him to the storage room, but suddenly found myself there pressing myself against him, straining to reach his face and his lips. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn’t quite sure. He parks nearby gets out and gets into my car. Only I can’t believe it, he’s dressed as a girl. And he looks kind of good. But I sense something different. He has a blond wig, makeup, and red lipstick, white blouse with a red bra that showed boobs. He also had a short skirt and thigh high stockings on. He gets in the car and says, lets go and I start driving down the road. Pretty quick I notice him playing with his cock under his skirt. I can’t see his cock but I do notice he has on a red. This is my pleasure. I love seeing his manly body in soft girlish things. It might embarrass him to be dressed as a hot slut, but so what. I love it. ‘Take your panties off and get on the sofa. On your back.’ The wide cushions allow us to use this area for various positions when we fuck downstairs. Its got thick cushions that are longer providing more room to lay down. Following my instructions he slides off the panties and climbs on the couch. I walk over to him, plucking the panties from. He looks at me, I avoid eye contact and shoot off into a shop. At this point I'm very nervous, but also a little turned on.I speed up my shopping trip and head for something to eat, constantly on the look out for this mysterious man. To my relief he didn't show up. Now its time to go home so I decide to stop to go to the toilet again before I get on the train.This time around the toilet is packed. Instead of waiting for a urinal I head to on of the stalls. I'm just finishing up when I hear the.