The sheer thrill of what I was about to do was bursting through my body. My nipples tingled at the thought and my heart was pounding in my chest. I pinched one of my nipples until it hurt, just to prove that I was not imagining it.

I simply couldn’t wait to see Mark. Three hours to go before I would stand in front of him and let him touch me, caress me and fuck me if he wanted to. All I had to do was get ready.

I showered, not once but twice, making sure that every part of me was clean and pristine. I even teased myself once or twice, maybe it was three times if I were to be honest. I powdered every part of my body that needed it and then I spent about forty minutes making sure that my makeup was perfect, and I mean, perfect. Not one strand of my blonde shoulder length hair was out of place, though I knew that would not last too long, not with the windy weather we were having, but at least I was happy that it was perfect before I was to leave home.

My body ached with pleasure as I rolled my stockings up my legs. I always loved the feel of stockings, the silkiness and the sheer eroticism of how they looked. I think they are the sexiest garment anyone could wear and coupled with the thin black suspender belt that I fastened around my waist and clipped to the stockings, I looked a picture. I ran to study myself in the full length mirror just outside my bedroom. Fuck I looked horny. I would fuck me, given half a chance.

I wanted to make every effort for him. I wanted him to find me attractive, fancy me. I wanted him to lust after me with every inch of his body and mind.

I wanted to look good for Mark, but most of all I wanted to be me.

Knickers were the next object to be selected from my drawer. I only had two pairs of matching knickers and bra, so, on this occasion, it had to be the red pair with the black frilly lace around the edges. The knickers didn’t look like much as they were more of a g-string, and didn’t go very far in hiding my private bits. After, putting them on, I once again checked the full length mirror.

I smiled at myself, then I practiced my pout in the mirror. I let my eyes cascade down over my whole body right down to the tips of my toes and then I let them climb all the way back up again. I admit to getting turned on. I hoped that Mark would be doing the same thing that very evening.

I knew exactly what dress I was going to wear. I pulled it from the wardrobe and slipped it over my body. It clung to all the right places and just about covered the tops of my stockings. That was a shame, I thought, it would have been great for them to be showing a little more than they were.

By the time I left the house I thought I looked gorgeous enough to eat. The taxi was waiting outside and I instructed the driver to head for the King’s Head Hotel as soon as I had climbed in. The King’s Head may not sound that great a place to meet but believe me it is exquisite. The inside is coated with red velvet like wallpaper. The furniture is quite plush and the meals are quite good too. Not that we would be eating there, not tonight anyway.

I sat in the back of the taxi, staring out at the lights of the shops as we drove past. Red, blue, sometimes yellow and pink lights lit up the street. The taxi stopped at the red ones and waited until they turned green. It seemed like the traffic lights were against me, every one of them seemed to be preventing me from getting there early. Every stop caused me to hesitate slightly.

I let my hand slide down my left leg. The feel of skin on my stockings was nice and comforting. It was a few moments after, that I noticed my heart rate had risen. I suddenly started to gasp for air and then it occurred to me. What if Mark didn’t fancy me? It was a question I parked in the back of my mind hoping it would be forgotten.

We rounded the corner of a junction and the taxi pulled up outside the King’s Head. I paid the man and smiled at him as I confidently strode away from the taxi. After ten steps towards the hotel, I looked around to see the taxi driver eyeballing my legs. At least he seemed to think that I looked sexy.

I entered the hotel and immediately found the bar. I was fifteen minutes early and I guessed that Mark would not be waiting for me. I ordered a gin and tonic and half sat on a high stool at the bar facing the door. I reckoned that if I had got onto the stool there would be a few guys, strategically placed around the room that would have a wonderful sight. I sipped at the drink and waited.

As I looked around the room my eye caught one or two gentlemen looking in my direction, one even winked at me in a suggestive way. I smiled back but immediately broke my gaze as my phone buzzed in my handbag.

My heart leapt into my throat. It was pulsing as I pulled it out and quickly looked at the message. It was from Mark. I remember pleading with the device for the message to be one I wanted to hear.

‘I’m five minutes away, are you there? What’s my girl looking like?’

I smiled. The relief I felt at seeing his words filled me with a thrill I had not experienced in a long time. I started tapping my return message to Mark.

‘I’m here, can’t wait to see you, I’m the lady in red! See you soon xxx’

I put the phone on the bar and took another sip of my drink. I glanced over at the gentleman that was looking at me earlier but he had obtained a new friend. Older looking than me but at least she had his full attention.

As I waited, the most unexpected turn of events unfolded before my eyes, another woman dressed in red entered the bar. She walked past me and headed for the furthest corner of the room.

I quickly picked up my phone and sent the message ‘I’m the one with the blonde hair! Tell you later x’

As I put the phone down I noticed Mark had walk into the bar, his hand reached into his coat pocked to retrieve his phone. I watched as he glanced at it and then looked around the room. I saw the smile appear on his face. I smiled back at him. My broad grin emphasised by my succulent red lips. My lips fell into the pout I had been practising all evening as Mark strode towards me.

At one point he seemed to be walking right past me but he suddenly stopped by the side of me. “Excuse me?” he asked, “I’m looking for a lady in red?”

I smiled at his remark. “You should get some more powerful glasses then!” I replied.

Mark slipped his hand over my knee and let it ride up my thigh and over my dress. It stopped on the edge of my bum, “Melissa, you look gorgeous!”

I could feel myself blush, “Thank you. Do you like the outfit?”

“I haven’t seen it all yet, but I like what I see.”

Mark ordered a drink. We stayed close to the bar and we chatted; getting to know each other and making polite conversation, except, it was anything but polite. The conversation was thick with innuendoes as our repartee bounced off each other. Mark was charming and I started to relax in his company. His slight touches and caresses said everything I needed to know. His eyes were attentive and watched me with eager anticipation. On more than one occasion I caught him glimpsing at my crotch.

With his hand caressing my back, he asked, “Do I turn you on?”

My lips formed a smile and I just nodded. “Do I turn you on?”

Mark nodded back.

“That’s just as well then,” I said, “I’ve booked a room, do you want…”

“To see you without that dress on. Yes,” interrupted Mark.

I picked up my drink and finished it. “I’ll get the key.” I made my way to the reception area and picked up the key to room twenty one. Mark was a few steps behind me as we climbed the stairs. I could feel his eyes burn into the back of my body as I walked ahead of him. As we neared the top of the winding staircase, his hand reached between my legs and he stroked the inside of my thigh. I gasped aloud at his touch. His hand slid up and I found myself walking far slower than I should have. It was obvious to anyone looking what was going on. His hand was now on my bare flesh, his little finger trailing over the last of my stocking tops. He almost reached the top of my thigh before a woman appeared from the lift right next to the stairs. I walked faster and Mark quickly retracted his hand. He nodded, embarrassingly, towards the woman as he quickly followed me to the second floor.

“That will teach you,” I told him as I reached the last step.

His hand cupped my bum as we walked to room twenty one. I couldn’t resist a wiggle of my bum as I turned the key in the door.

Opening the door, I indicated for Mark to enter the room. Like the true gentleman he was he extended his arm to allow me to go first.

I walked inside. I heard the door click shut as I placed the keys down on the dressing room table. My handbag followed them. As I turned, Mark was immediately upon me. One hand was on my shoulder, the other extended around me to rest on my bum.

We kissed. Our tongues mingled with such gentleness; we nibbled at each other’s lips and his hands pressed into my bum pulling me closer towards him. His aftershave was intoxicating. I felt his cock against my body. It had grown significantly between opening the door and kissing me.

I broke the kiss and pulled back a little from him, “Be gentle with me, this is my first time!”

Mark nodded.

“Of course it is,” he said as he unzipped my dress.

“It really is,” I replied, “honest.”

Mark slipped the straps from my shoulder and let the dress fall down to the floor. He stepped back from me and looked my body over. His eyes were drawn to my groin and I saw him smile as he looked at me, my stockings and suspender belt. My knickers may as well have been transparent for what they hid.

Mark started to undress himself. It didn’t take him long to lose his shoes and socks. A very good move to take them off first, I thought, and removed my own heels in the process. Mark lost his shirt and it was then that I noticed the long flowing Celtic tattoos emblazoned across his body. I am not a tattoo person, but I liked the juxtaposition of dark and white interconnecting swirls that twisted and turned over his upper arm and shoulder.

I moved in to kiss them. I swirled my tongue over them and kissed him all over his shoulder and onto his neck. I licked his neck and kissed his ear. For the first time, Mark groaned. I loosened his trouser belt and unbuckled it. I pulled down his zip.

After biting his ear, I knelt before him and pulled his trousers down with me. He struggled out of them before he allowed me to hook my fingers around his pants. Soon they were on the floor with the rest of his garments. His manhood sprung free, proud and waiting for attention.

I raised my hands to touch his balls. They were as smooth as silk. I caressed them in one hand as I looked up into his eyes. He said nothing, but he was pleading with me. My hand slid over his balls and onto the base of his cock. At that moment, Mark shut his eyes and I started to feel the heat of his hardness. I pulled down on his erect and rigid cock and let my tongue flick over the end.

Mark groaned out loud.

I let my tongue slip over the fleshy surface of his red circumcised cock and flicked my tongue along his slit knowing that he would be doing the same to me later.

I could see his head turn from side to side. His stomach clenched on more than one occasion as I teased him. I finally circled his balls with my thumb and finger and pulled down on them. His cock levelled and my mouth sank over its head. I sucked on it.

Mark groaned again, “Fuck that’s nice.”

His words were wonderful to hear and I sucked some more on his cock, before letting my mouth sink down over his meaty length. A few strokes of my mouth and throat and Mark was panting. I pulled down on his balls as my mouth slid down onto his cock.

I felt him hold my head and I waited for him to pump his cock into me. “Stand up,” he said.

I released his cock and stood up to face him. I looked him in the eye. My whole body was quivering, shaking with delight at having his cock in my mouth and sucking on him. I was in heaven at what I had just done.

Mark looked down at my crotch. “That’s not hiding anything is it,” he said.

I too looked down, and by now my arousal was obvious. I shook my head, “It wasn’t supposed to,” I said as I smiled back at him.

Mark hooked his fingers into my knickers and tugged them down around my thighs. He leant forward a little to pull them down further until they were loose enough to slide down my legs. Grinning at him, I stepped out of them and let my legs part slightly.

I watched as Mark’s hand made its way to my crotch. I was breathing heavily, my chest was heaving with anticipation as I watched him edge his way closer to my sex. I looked him in the eye as he too cupped my balls. His hand immediately slipped over them and onto my erect and upright cock. He pulled the skin gently upwards as his hand slid to the top of my now raging eight incher. After reaching the top, Mark pulled my foreskin down and slid the palm of his hand over my knob. My whole body shook with the intense feel of his skin.

Before I knew it, Mark had turned me around and positioned me against the bed.

He pushed me.

I fell backwards. My body flopping on the rather high bed and my legs splayed wide with my cock smacking hard against my belly. Mark immediately knelt before me and ran his hands up the inside of both my thighs. He stopped when he reached the stocking tops and spent far too long rubbing his hands from flesh to silk and back again. I wanted to hurry him up but I watched him intently. Every stroke he made was accompanied with a sigh. He never stopped looking at his hands and how they caressed me. He looked contented just touching me. Suddenly, he said something that shocked me.

“I love the way you feel, Melissa. The way you dressed tonight was perfect, I love how you look.”

On his final words, his hand reached up to my cock. He pulled it towards him and sank his mouth down over the end.

Mark blew my mind at the precise moment his mouth slid over my cock.

I wanted him to suck me, pull on my cock and fuck me, all at the same time. I didn’t care what order the acts came in.

Mark sucked my cock for what seemed like only a few seconds. He stood up and I saw him fumble in my handbag. Mark found the KY and started to apply it to his cock. I edged closer to the end of the bed. My legs positioned over the edge of it.

I waited for him to fuck me.

Mark pulled at the underside of my knees to bring me closer to the edge of the bed. I felt his cock brush against mine, and then I felt him push it down, over my balls and along the crease of my bum. As he pulled back slightly, his cock found my anus without too much trouble. He positioned his well lubricated fingers against my bum and slid them in, covering my anus with the remains of the KY. I felt his cock thrust forward into my tiny hole.

I gasped loudly as the end of his cock started to enter me. Mark stopped and took it slowly at first. He pushed again and a few more centimetres seemed to enter me. Mark pushed a little more and each time my body swallowed a little more of his cock. Then, without any more force, it slipped right in. Mark pushed it in until his whole cock was buried in my arse.

I looked down between my legs and was thrilled at the way he was buried, balls deep inside me. I looked at Mark and he was smiling at me.

“Now Melissa, you’re going to get fucked.”

I just nodded. The smile that crept across my face said everything it needed to say. I looked at the wanton way my stocking clad legs were draped over the bed and loosely around Mark’s body. The way my suspender belt held everything in place, and the way my cock was straining and pumped so full of blood, I was sure it would burst.

I felt Mark’s cock withdraw, then he started to fuck it into me. Stroke after stroke felt wonderful. Every time my anus stretched, and each time he pushed in I could feel sensations spread throughout me. It wasn’t long before I grabbed my own cock and started to pump on it. If I could, I would have sucked on my own cock while he fucked me.

“You want to cum?” asked Mark.

I nodded, “Feels fucking wonderful;make me cum.”

Mark’s hand replaced my own. He fucked me, holding my leg with one hand and wanking me with the other. I could see the urgency in his face. He really wanted to make me cum and I could see that he too wanted to spurt into me.

“Fucking wank that cock, cum for me, Mark,” I told him.

Mark fucked his cock into me as hard as he could. His hand shook my cock as he pumped it into submission.

I watched, mesmerised, as I felt my insides were turning over. My stomach was clenching every time he pulled upwards on my cock and my anus clenched every time his cock entered me. I was so close to cumming that I wanted to cry.

Mark beat me to it.

I was on the verge of spurting when he announced that he was going to cum. I felt him struggle to fuck his cock into me. His face looked worried, and it was obvious that he had not decided where he wanted to unload his spunk the most.

“Cum over me,” I urged him.

In that instance, I had made Mark’s mind up for him. He pulled his cock from my arse and with both his hands holding a cock each he spurted over my cock as he pumped it. A stream of Mark’s cum splashed onto my suspender belt and I was amazed at the copious amount of spunk that flowed from him.

Moments later, I spurted too.

Mark never stopped pumping my cock all the time he was spurting. The sight of his cum jetting over my own cock brought me off in an instant. Mark leant forward and aimed my cock up towards my body. My spunk shot from the end and joined his in a pool of mixed fluid just below my belly button.

Mark smiled at me. “That was fucking wonderful,” he said.

I had to agree but was not prepared for his next action.

Mark leant down and sucked our spunk off my body. Crawling up and over me, he kissed me full on the lips, sharing our combined juices in a long and lingering kiss.

It would be fair to say that we had a wonderful night. It didn’t take long for our cocks to recover and I distinctly remember taking a mouthful of spunk while he fucked his cock into me as I rested my head against the headboard. I never took the stockings or suspender off the whole night.

It seemed we were made for each other, but it was only our first night together. It was the first night I had dressed as girl and I loved it. I loved every minute, from the getting ready, to seeing the lust on his face when he first set eyes on me, to him taking my knickers down and fondling my cock, to getting fucked.

It was my night, as me.