Dear gentlereader,
if you're under the age of 18 don't read this etc., blah blah... and just so you know .. my looks: 5'7",155, in great shape, great ass and legs, really cute face, usually shaved and/or totally hairless, page boy hair cut when I didn't wear a wig- it is wickedly sexy with lipstick, brown hair, brown eyes... so now you you get a picture of young Julie. These stories mostly took place in my early 20's .. and are true, except I've changed the names.. of course!
Since this personal history is more of a loosely held together ramble of stories than anything else, I'll jump ahead slightly to a period after I'd first moved to New York where I had a job working at a small design studio. I was working for a friend in her large loft and often she would have long afternoon meetings, or leave town for several days at a time, leaving me alone to take care of projects and other details while she was away. Of course I could be trusted and would always be sure to complete my work in a timely fashion and to be accountable for what was my responsibility. The unique thing about the loft is that Stephi had been living there, that is until she met her boyfriend. After she met him, the loft was unoccupied for most evenings, weekends, holiday's etc. while her entire wardrobe was still there. That meant shoes, skirts, blouses, panties, bras and those beloved pantyhose. She had several pairs in various colours like sheer blue, black and red. It was during this period when I had the time to fully dress en-femme that I experienced the full power of what how it felt to look like a woman- and a rather hot and sexy looking one at that!
Soon I would take time to dress and lounge in various outfits, some of which included items I'd buy in stores and combine them with Stephi's outfits. One of the only things I did that was a bit irresponsible during this period was to use the business phone to call a chat line. It was a very cheap one (10 cents a minute) but still it was something I didn't feel too fair about afterwards, but calling this chat line helped me connect to guys who were very interested in hearing about what I was wearing and what I liked to do etc., so I started feeling a bit more confident that I'd like to eventually start venturing out in public to have some adventures. Deep down I really wanted to, but hadn't really come to terms with how I might go about doing such things. On the chat line I'd make a contact for a phone date and then would call the "date" back and spend some time having phone "dress" sex, so as not to spend too much time on the chat line. The time came though when that was no longer enough to satisfy my deeper desires, although seeing myself dressed in a pin-stripe business suit w/ skirt with patent leather black heels, black pantyhose, brownish red full length wig, and full makeup is still a vision that is etched in my memory. I remember well describing this outfit to an admirer and wishing that I could actually show it to him. Little did I know that soon enough that would be happening. As I was talking on the phone and gently caressing my legs, crossing and recrossing them while I looked in the mirror, I really wanted to be getting felt up and fondled by a man.
Stephi was out of town for 3 days during March. This time of year is often rainy and cool in New York and the day I chose to make one of my first adventures was just such a day. For my first adventure, I wasn't too daring, but it sure felt like I was. Stephi had a tiny tube top that had 1" black and white strips. It made a very cute miniskirt. I wore it on top of her blue pantyhose. This was all I wore for my first public outing. The thrill for me was where I was going to go for my adventure.
I lived in a neighborhood in Queens a few years earlier and there was a good old fashioned porn theater there that I got to know. You know the ones with fancy ornate architecuture.. well this was called the Earle - I think. But anyway, I'd never been there en'femme and even though the encounter I had that day was very innocent (and highly erotic), it serves to introduce the theater - which sadly is no longer a porn theater. The long entrance hallway to the theater was another wonderful parade of lust. After paying for a ticket at the ticket booth, entry through the front doors lead to a long entrance hallway that held posters that were lit individually in frames. The posters were of classic porn films. Hot sexy excellent and famous grand dames of porn in nasty poses graced the length of the passageway, stimulating the libido as you start to notice the definite smell of semen, and into the lobby leading into the deep, dark, sensual, caressing darkness of the theater itself. There were vaulted high ceilings and floor to ceiling red velvet curtains gently lit by dim soffits along the walls. It was difficult to see patrons seated across the thick darkness between the gentle streams of light flowing from these soffits and so encounters were easily concealed unless you were within ten or so feet. Even then, it was the flickering of the hot porn on the screen that illuminated the theater itself. It was into this flickering lustful darkness that I surrendered my body to its naughty desires... on many occasions. This being one of the first.
The train ride there was uneventful although I certainly enjoyed the silky smooth rubbing of pantyhose and baggy pants along with the subtle stimulation of the edge of my tight little miniskirt on the tops of my thighs and along the bottoms of my smooth hairless buttocks. I could barely wait to reveal them to some stranger.My outfit conisted of a white shirt, jean jacket, concealing baggy pants, converse sneakers, pantyhose and miniskirt. My hair was cut in a smart page-boy cut so it looked and felt sufficiently femme when I got to the theater, although my outer attire was decidedly boyish. Since I arrived there around 3 in the rainy afternoon, the theater was relatively empty and was showing one of the many super hot Savannah films. She was such a babe! And a tragic end it came to for her. But anyway, I walked slowly into the theater and was disappointed to be the only one there. I proceeded to the right side of the theater and walked about halfway down and took a seat a few in from the aisle. I was sooo nervous.. but this was a perfect time for me to test my nerve - with no one there I could see how much I was comfortable with and if someone came up and I got scared, I could flee fairly easily. I leaned forward and untied my shoelaces and slipped off my sneakers, then put my feet down onto the cool floor. I know that sounds gross after all this is a porn theater, but it was dry and I just had to feel it under my sexy nylon feet. It felt positively perverse! I furtively started unzipping my pants until they were as wide open as they could be, partially exposing my litte miniskirt. Then I propped my butt up slightly so as to ease my baggy trousers down below my knees so that now my super sexy sheer blue pantyhose encased legs were totally exposed and topped by a cute tight little miniskirt. My baggy pants were at my feet and I was too shy to take them completely off.. imagine that!
Anyway, at this moment an older gentleman came walking down the aisle and stopped at my row. He stopped and sat across the aisle from me a few seats in. He was immediately curious about what he saw, and sat down while staring at my exposed legs. I could tell my the way he was staring at me that he liked what he saw and was apparently surprised and struck enough to stop walking. He looked me in the eye and could see that I wanted him to look at me. He slowely stepped back toward the same row as mine across the aisle to my right, and found a seat. His fingers were quickly at work unbuckling and unzipping his pants, pulling out his hard member and massaging it. I'd never been in this exact situation before and my boy clitty was already quite hard and ready to be rubbed, and soon I was squirming in my seat, rubbing my thighs together and lifting my legs up so he could also see my bare feet. The pretense of having a tiny mini skirt on didn't last too long and slowly so I pulled down my blue pantyhose and started to rub my boy clitty as he watched me, and rubbed his very dramatically. We were both rubbing and stroking and watching the movie and soon I came very hard. Since I was still quite shy at this point, I was very quick about putting my pants and sneakers back on and quickly left the theater and went back to Stephi's. The entire way back to her place I was still so turned on that I had another orgasm when I got back :).
After that experience my outfits began to get more complete until eventually I was fully dressed when I would arrive at my perverted destination. But until then, I experimented with bras, breastforms, panties, corsets, wigs, makeup etc. For a short while I developed a thing for wearing white things when I was at that theater because it was so dark, and white lacey things would often stand out in a very erotic and striking way. One evening that spring, I was dressed in white pantyhose, white bra 34c (w breast forms for later), very tight stretchy white shirt and jean jacket, and I had arrived around 7:30pm. The theater was fairly empty and a I took a seat in the middle of the center section around 10 rows from the front. After sitting for a bit an, older chinese man sat down in my row. It was obvious he wanted to see what I was doing because there are always other seats in a porn theater. So he sat down and then shortly moved to a seat that was a couple of seats away. When he sat there I started to become really horny and wanted to show him what I was wearing underneath, so I unzipped my pants and shed them very quickly, pushing them down my legs and gently kicking off my sneakers. I grabbed them and put them into my bag which was in the seat next to me.
After I did this I felt enormously exposed, vulnerable and feminine. There was still one more thing I wanted to do and that was to insert my waterballoon breast forms. I did this rather quickly and without him noticing for he was watching each and every move I made with my legs. He was caressing my legs from two seats away on my right, as I turned away and placed my breastforms into place. Now my tight white shirt was bulging with firm round breasts, my white sheer smooth pantyhose legs were fully exposed to him and my light jean jacket completed the ensemble. I looked slutty, virginal and cute at the same time- if not a just a bit underdressed. He had now moved to the seat next to mine and was moving his hot hands all over me, feeling of my legs, crotch, breasts and torso. I really wanted him to have access to my legs so I was responding to his electric touches writhing in my seat, lifting my legs to meet his caresses. He then pushed my legs down, spreading them wider in the process. In a few moments he was leaning into my lap and pushing aside my pantyhose and and proceeded to suck on my boy clitty as he massaged my nylon clad thighs. He teased me like this for quite some time. Other men were coming in and some were sitting close enough to observe the oral attention I was getting. This was turning me on beyond in a mind blowing way. It was totally slutty and naught and yet wearing white made me feel innocent while it was happening! Strange... I was watching the porn on the screen and relaxing while I received a very skilled clitjob from this dirty old man. The sounds and smells of porn were wafting through the air and I just wanted to raise my sexy legs into the air to show the other men what was hidden below the seats, but the old man wouldn't allow me much leg movement except for spreading my thighs wider and gently massaging his fingers into either side of my ballsack. If you haven't had that done to you, you haven't lived. It is simply divine and makes your orgasm so deep! That must have been something the men who frequented that theater did to each other often because I had it done to me a few times there - and always very very expertly. The men were very fond of crossdressers. Every time I went there I got excellent treatment and always several adventures.. when I'd stick around for a bit. Anyway, my naughty old man lover teased and licked and played with my clitty until he made me cum in a most deep and pleasurable way into his mouth. I don't think he spoke any english because after I came, he just sat up and smiled and nodded to me. At this time a few more men had come into the theater, but I was a bit late getting about some other errands and didn't want to be sticking around too long... so I soon gathered my things and enjoyed a nice relaxing walk to the train and then home from there.
I know these adventures are soft core but they are true and I hope they turn you on. No one should feel guilty or bad about doing these things, as long as you can be honest with yourself and others. And especially avoid hurting people's feelings. That's just what I think but I'm a happy person who is very loving and I don't live life to make enemies - just to learn and enjoy - whereever and whenever possible.