My First Time Out: The Preparation

Shayna watched every delicate gesture in the mirror. She learned to move slower portraying a more feminine approach. She practiced different mannerisms as she held the cigarette. She cocked her wrist at certain angles and extended her fingertips toward the ceiling. She knew her body language would play an important part of the evening. A drag off the cigarette from the corner of her mouth proposed a different message than a drag from the center of her lips.

Then she looked at the red paint that was on the end of the cigarette. She quickly took a sip of her wine, wanting to see the lipstick smudge on the crystal glass. The sensation was coming back and her girlcock was trying to work its way through the gaffe! More fluids were leaking, just like a girl! When she put her hand to her crotch there was no sign of a cock. It was still smooth and flat.

Shayna looked at the clock. She briskly stashed out her partially smoked cigarette, and decided she should eat some food. After ordering shrimp cocktail and large bottled water she attentively asked room service to leave the cart outside her door. While eating her shrimp cocktail, again Shayna watched every move in the mirror. She practiced her posture and dinner mannerisms.

Every bite she practiced something different ranging from cute and petite, to sexy and slutty. She got a little lascivious on the last bite. Holding the tiny fork upside down, she stretched her tongue outward and started flicking the prawn. Then she tongued it, kissed it, and sucked it like it was a curled up little cock. She even went to the extreme of making noises and talking to it.

In her sexiest voice she said, "Mmmm baaaaaaaby, I want to eat you up! Shayna wants you in her hunnnnngry mouth. Pleeeeeeeeeeeze, pretty pleeeeeeeeeeze, give it to Shaaayna. Uh hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh soooooooooooooooooooooooooo yummy!"

It was time to get dressed for her hot night on the town. She clasped her bra, and readjusted the cups pushing her fake tits together and up trying to produce cleavage. She pulled out a red lycra micro mini skirt. The skirt didn't have any buttons or zippers on it. The material was just stretchy enough to fit over her hips and ass. After she slipped it on, she ran her hands around her curvy hips. It didn't seem to fit smoothly. The tight fabric seemed lumpy caused by her garter skirt underneath.