First time out, first time fucked

I was looking good even if I do say so myself. Six inch black platform heels, black hold ups, the obligatory little black dress, long red wig and my fave faux fur jacket. I felt sexy, I felt like a slut and I wanted the world to see me.

I hadn’t been out before but I had been building myself up for this moment for months. I had it all planned. Wait until dark, slip on my sweatshirt, tracksuit bottoms and trainers over my stockings and dress, stick my wig, shoes and jacket in my rucksack. I’d have to risk it in case anyone saw the make up but I figured it would be dark enough for no one to notice, especially if I wore my baseball cap low.

I was excited and nervous but taking a peek outside realised it was now or never. I quickly locked the front door and slipped into my car. Within a minute I was off the drive and heading towards the park on the other side of town. It was late out and there wasn’t much traffic, but the nerves were building and I don’t think I would have noticed either way.

I pulled up in a dark area of the park’s car park, not too far from the entrance but far enough away that I wouldn’t be noticed getting changed. I changed quickly, putting on my shoes, wig and jacket. Quick check in the mirror and I was ready.

The first thing that hit me was the breeze on my legs. I had shaved them earlier and the sensation was electric. I could resist running my hand up my stocking clad legs. I could have been happy with that but I was determined to see this through.

I gently eased myself out of the car trying to look as ladylike as I could just in case anyone was around. A quick glance around told me that there wasn’t and I quickly locked the car and headed for the park entrance. The click of my heels on the pavement excited me. It was turning me on to know I was making that sound. I continued into the park concentrating on my walking and swaying my hips. I’d practiced plenty of times at home but this was different and delicious.