Sissy Femboy Chrissy in Drag at the Club

"Okay." I sat across from him at the table.
"Wow," he complimented me. "You look hot in that dress. Just put one some make up, maybe a wig, and you look sexier than any of these pro showgirls,."
"Thank you," i blushed, not believing that I was given that compliment a second time already.
"But why are you way over there?" he asked. "Come here, sit closer to me."
I took my chair around the table and settled right next t him, so close our chairs were touching. "To us," he toasted with a wine glass and I toasted back. We ate our dinner, watched the drag queen show, and talked for a while. Throughout the night, "John" would massage and squeeze my legs and knees, massaging my inner thigh. Remember: everything is exposed until you get to my very tight thong panties.
He was also kissing me, licking my neck, and nibbling on my ears. "I'm out," he whispered to me.
"What?"
"Under the table," he explained. "I'm out." He grabbed my hands and guided them to his crotch. "Here.." His dick was indeed out, exposed, and he put my hand on it. It was like holding a gun, here was a hard, long cylinder that could shoot some wet, sticky ammunition. "Stroke it," "John" suggested. I did, giving him a hand job there. Meanwhile he was still nibbling on and licking my ears, his hand slowly moving up my inner thigh all the way to eventually my panties where he felt all that now dry but sticky cum. "I see somebody was already excited," he said, then pulled on my cock. "Fuck this, want to go back to my place?"
Though I just met this guy and was just getting to know him, I was so horny and so hot, so into it, that i said yes. So we left the club, the drag queen show early. I didn't mind walking through the dimly-lit parking garage in drag, not too many people saw me. We got into his car, drove to his apartment that was close by here in gay-famous Hillcrest, entered it and.....

To be continued??...