A Natural Sissy

We continued to talk, about everything and nothing, and I inserted some seemingly innocuous questions to gain more information without appearing to. After several flutes of wine he began slurring words, so it was time to set my plan into motion.

I began stroking his thigh, moving higher and closer to his crotch as I continued our conversation. I could see that his cock was growing, and from the bulge it appeared that he was well hung. Even better than I expected. A sissy with a large cock had advantages not inherent in a minimally endowed boi toy.

"Are you tired from the drive down from Atlanta?"

"I think the wine is making me sleepy, Gail. I'm sorry to be such a dullard."

"Oh, you're not dull, Stacy. I find you quite the opposite." Yeah, right. But that would change. "Why don't we go to the bedroom, and you can lie down and rest a bit. We have time before we go for dinner." I stood and took his hand, pulling him up beside me.

He followed me like the puppy he would become as I pulled him along toward the bedroom. I stood him beside the king size bed and faced him. "Let me just get your shirt off so it won't wrinkle, okay?"

"Okay..."

I took his shirt, and placed it over a nearby occasional chair, and went back. "Now, just sit on the bed and let me get those shoes off for you." He didn't object as he sat. When his shoes and socks were off and shoved under the bed, I unbuckled his belt, told him to rise up a bit so I could pull his slacks off, he sleepily complied. I put them with his shirt and then pushed him onto his back on the bed.

"Just close your eyes now and have a little nap. I'll wake you in time to get ready for dinner."

I watched for a moment before shedding my sundress and shoes. He blinked. So, he was watching as I took a place beside him on the bed. I saw his cock throbbing. Just what I wanted, without even trying. He closed his eyes again, pretending to sleep.