Cab Driver

I already have a raging hard on, and it is only 9pm. I have my clothes for the evening laid out on the bed before me, and my cock, balls and ass are newly shaved. I have decided to wear all black tonight: black lacy panties, bra and suspender belt, sheer black stockings, and a tight black dress that hugs my thighs and ass nicely. On my feet I will wear a pair of black, thin strapped three inch heels.

I shake with excitement as I pull on the panties. The tight fitting underwear protrudes like an obscene tent as my erection fills their lacy fabric. I carefully roll on the thigh-high stockings and clip them to the belt. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and it takes all my willpower to not grab my cock and masturbate to the release I so desperately desire. Instead I pull the dress over my head and smooth it out, then slip my stockinged feet into the high heels, and strap them on. To finish off, I clip on a pair of gold earrings and string a gold chain around my neck. Looking in the mirror, I love the way my masculine features look in the sexy, feminine outfit.

As I walk to the phone to call a taxi, I love the way the dress rubs against my lace-clad ass, the way my stockings slide together between my legs, and I feel even hornier than ever. The cab company operator confirms my address, and when I tell him my destination will be the Tower Bar, he gives no indication as to whether he knows it is a gay men's fuck hut.

"The Tower Bar, right?" he asks, his voice neutral.

I nod, and the car pulls out from my drive. We drive in silence, although the pounding of my heart sounds deafening, as it powers the insistant throb of my cock beneath my dress. The hard organ is pressed up against my stomach by the tight panties, and I can feel a seeping wetness as it leaks pre-cum. I realise I am unconsciously rubbing my erection through my dress, sitting with my legs splayed somewhat lewdly. I glance up to see if the driver has noticed my unlady-like behaviour, but he is focused on the road, so I cross my legs. I am fit to orgasm almost on the spot I am so excited as I feel my stocking clad thighs rub together, my smooth-shaven balls rubbing against my legs through their tight lacy pouch.