Alleys

I came out to my mother after my father left her. She told me she had know for years. She supported my new lifestyle, and allowed me to dress full time. She soon began dropping little feminine gems like "always dress and act like a lady, enjoy being a girl, real men love girls." Of course she gave me dating advice like "Never let a man's hand wander under your hem in public." She is a true southern lady and wanted me to be the same. The best advice she gave me was "Dressing is an art it takes thought and time to be beautiful."

I met Kevin through Eve. He is a man. Strong, big, handsome, he made me weak in the knees when we met. It started as a blind date with Eve and her boyfriend. We girls arrived together wearing dresses and heels to a pub. Flashing curves and legs to a crowd of jeans and T-shirts we were noticed immediately. It stands out in my mind as a flagrant feminine display, and one that got the attention of every male in the room. Eve was a pro at that. Kevin and Mark stood and held our chairs. He played the gentleman to the hilt--standing when we went to the ladie's room and being very attentive--now I know he was coached before the event by Eve.

Kevin is the adventurous lover I had never known I wanted. He has sparked my imagination and we have followed many of these sparks to public liaisons, costumed scenes, and long sexy nights at home. I told Kevin about my thing for alleys and how they were strangely erotic and naughty to me. I shared my first time with a boy in an alley with him. He responded, as I had hoped, with an erection on a warm night with his cum on my hand.

That brings me up to last night. It was a cool fall evening and we were going to dinner in the city. I wore a dress I had bought from an online vintage clothing store, a short shirtwaist dress. It came way up above my knees and my slip showed lacy at the hem. I was wearing stockings that were held up by my corset garters and four inch heels, so I would be closer to Kevin's height. I wore just a hint of makeup, and my hair fell down my back in flaming curls. I carried a shoulder bag with all my necessary girl stuff as Kevin would say.