Totally unexpected encounter
I suppose that it’s always good to look for even a small silver lining in every dark cloud, and during this terrible global pandemic, I discovered a tiny positive one. Since everyone is wearing a mask in public, I’ve become a little braver about venturing out dressed en femme. I’ve never felt that I can completely pass, however I do my best to present a feminine image. When I’m wearing a facemask I can get by with just focusing on making sure that my eye makeup is on point, but it’s not as important that the rest of my face makeup is perfect. Also, I’m hoping that if only my eyes are visible, but my outfit is totally feminine, most people wouldn’t scrutinize me too harshly. I do have to admit though, that I’m one of those gurls who wouldn’t dream of going half-way with any aspect of my look, so on the handful of times recently when I’ve been brave enough to go to a store or sit outside at Starbucks enjoying a beverage, even though I’ve worn a mask the whole time, before I left home, I made sure that my makeup was done as well as I’m able to do.
On one of these recent outings, I'm walking back to my car on the second level of a mall parking garage after shopping in a store and I'm carrying a cup of Starbucks that I picked up on my way out. I notice that a nicely dressed guy is also walking in the same direction, a few steps behind me and closer to the row of cars on the other side of the row. As I glance over at him a second time, he slows his pace a little, points in my direction, and asks me what it's in my cup. He said that he goes to Starbucks all the time and he's always interested in trying something new. I politely stop to reply, and as he stops walking as well, I notice that as I'm describing my complicated favorite coffee drink, he's trying his best to not be too obvious about checking me out. I'm dressed sorta sexy, but not enough that I really stand out in a crowd. I'm wearing a form-fitting, but not skin-tight, dress, with a hem that ends about 7" above my knee. My shoulder length auburn hair isn't tied back, and it's flowing behind me a little as I walk through the slight breeze in the garage. It seems like he doesn't notice anything unusual about this 'gurl', which might be because we're both wearing masks, or maybe he's OK with it if I am.
As our conversation continues, he slowly walks across the garage so that he’s about 8 or 10 feet away from me. I’m using the most feminine voice that I can, as I respond rather shyly and quietly to his questions about what I like to do for fun and what I have planned for the rest of the evening, but I'm actually really enjoying it. He seems to be a sane, safe guy and is speaking to me respectfully, and he's not talking to me as if he thinks that I'm a slut or anything. He pays me a couple of nice compliments that are not too suggestive, but are just flattering enough that I'm starting to get a little turned on. I'm careful not to jump to any conclusions because he might just be one of those friendly guys who strike up a conversation with everyone. But then he says that the sound that high heels make on a hard surface floor always gets his attention because it might be an attractive woman wearing them, and this time he got lucky because he looked over and saw me. He said that he thought I had a really cool walk, almost like a runway model, and that I definitely had the long slim legs of a model. I leaned back against the wall that was behind me as I coyly looked down at my legs and feet, and when I looked up at him, I'm sure he could tell that I was blushing, in spite of my mask and that I was wearing makeup on my face too. Then he said "That's not the first time someone has told you that, right?" I did my best gurl giggle and said that I don't really remember. With that he slowly took a small step towards me and as he did, he reached out, gently touched the upper part of my arm and said that he thinks that I am totally adorable and he'd love to get to know me better.
I asked him if he was sure about that and he immediately said "Oh yeah! Definitely!" and then asked if he could walk me to my car and maybe he could give me his number. I must've looked surprised because he blurted out that he didn't want to come across too strong or as aggressive, and if I said no he would completely understand. He sounded like such a gentleman and I felt quite flattered about it, so I looked right into his eyes for a moment and then I said "sorry, I don't mean to act standoffish. I just don't often have conversations like this but, sure." I told him that I was parked at the far end of the garage where there were no other cars, because I don't want to risk someone opening their car door and hitting mine. He chuckled and said that he's the same way, and that his truck was in the same direction, so that's perfect.
As we walked side by side, a few feet apart, I saw that he snuck in several glances at my legs, and I have to admit that they did look pretty good in the opaque black tights I had paired with high heeled ankle boots. I was finding it a little difficult to concentrate on our small talk, as my mind was racing at 100 miles per hour with several questions going through my mind.
Does he know that I'm a CD, and if so, it seems like he doesn't mind, right?
If he doesn't know, would he be embarrassed, or even angry, if he found out later, or if I told him before we go any further?
Before I even had time to think anything through, we get to my car, which was the only one in the whole section of the garage. As we stop near the rear of it, he pulls out his phone and tells me that he just downloaded some music from a band that he discovered recently, and if I'm not in a huge hurry, do I want to listen to a couple of songs before I get into my car to leave?
Wow! With his compliments and admiring glances, plus an invitation to call him to get together sometime, at this point he has me almost feeling like a school girl on prom night. And he also has me more than just a little excited too! As best as I can tell with his mask on, he's a good looking guy with an average build. His voice is quite pleasant sounding, and his contagious laugh/chuckle tells me that he has a good sense of humor and a positive attitude . With my 4" heels on, I'm a couple of inches taller than him, however that doesn't seem to bother him. In no way did I ever imagine that the day was going to end like this, but I had to admit that I was giddy with anticipation about what this 'might' become.
Before I had time to second guess my decision, I decided to go for it and I sheepishly said, yeah, that sounds cool, but would you rather sit in the car instead of standing out here? His response made me wonder if I had misread him up until now, because he paused for a second or two and then said, "Um, sure, OK. We can do that." I didn't move right away but he was just standing there looking at me, so I opened my handbag, pressed my key remote to unlock the doors, and then turned to walk around to the drivers side. And what happened next totally blew my mind!
He walked in the same direction and hurriedly moved around me so that he was a little bit ahead, reached out for the drivers door handle ..... and opened it for me.
You could've knocked me flat out with a feather at that point! WOW! And he was a gentleman too! Under my mask I was smiling from ear to ear, but at the same moment, a worrisome thought popped into my mind. He MUST think that I'm a girl, or why would he open the door for me? But logic bolted into my brain and I remembered my trans friends telling me that if you dress like a girl, act like a girl, and FEEL like a girl, then that's the way you should be looked at and treated. And most importantly, that's what you should think that you ARE!
I told myself that since this is all probably just getting a little better acquainted anyway, what the heck! Let's listen to some new music with this good looking, polite, super nice gentleman, enjoy the moment, and try not to think too far into the future.
So with that in mind, I said enthusiastically, "Well, thank you!", then sat down, and swung my long legs into the car. I knew that while he was waiting for me to get in, he was watching my every move, and he didn't take his eyes off of my legs until he was sure that I was fully settled in my seat before he carefully shut my door. As always happens, a short skirt or dress always gets shorter when you sit down in a car, so when I got in, he saw quite a bit more of my slim legs than he had when I was standing, and I have to admit that I didn't mind that at all. Once I was sitting, my dress rode up quite a bit, and barely prevented a glimpse under the hem at my white and black polka dot panties. At this point I am SO glad that I decided to wear my favorite sheer-to-waist hose, so that no lines were visible at the top of my thighs. If I had worn my new stockings and garter belt that I had originally planned, my new friend would have had a glorious view of all of them, plus some of my bare thigh as well! As much as I find the thought of that quite titillating and I totally love seeing it on me and other gurls, I wouldn't have wanted to come across as too sexy, or even slutty.
As soon as he had closed my door, I watched in the rear view mirror as he hurriedly walked behind the car and got into the passenger seat. By this time, my heart was definitely beating a little faster as I wondered what was going to happen next. I tried to tell myself that we were simply going to listen to some music for a few minutes as planned, however I was really hoping that it might turn into something much more exciting ..... (Pt 2 to come)
On one of these recent outings, I'm walking back to my car on the second level of a mall parking garage after shopping in a store and I'm carrying a cup of Starbucks that I picked up on my way out. I notice that a nicely dressed guy is also walking in the same direction, a few steps behind me and closer to the row of cars on the other side of the row. As I glance over at him a second time, he slows his pace a little, points in my direction, and asks me what it's in my cup. He said that he goes to Starbucks all the time and he's always interested in trying something new. I politely stop to reply, and as he stops walking as well, I notice that as I'm describing my complicated favorite coffee drink, he's trying his best to not be too obvious about checking me out. I'm dressed sorta sexy, but not enough that I really stand out in a crowd. I'm wearing a form-fitting, but not skin-tight, dress, with a hem that ends about 7" above my knee. My shoulder length auburn hair isn't tied back, and it's flowing behind me a little as I walk through the slight breeze in the garage. It seems like he doesn't notice anything unusual about this 'gurl', which might be because we're both wearing masks, or maybe he's OK with it if I am.
As our conversation continues, he slowly walks across the garage so that he’s about 8 or 10 feet away from me. I’m using the most feminine voice that I can, as I respond rather shyly and quietly to his questions about what I like to do for fun and what I have planned for the rest of the evening, but I'm actually really enjoying it. He seems to be a sane, safe guy and is speaking to me respectfully, and he's not talking to me as if he thinks that I'm a slut or anything. He pays me a couple of nice compliments that are not too suggestive, but are just flattering enough that I'm starting to get a little turned on. I'm careful not to jump to any conclusions because he might just be one of those friendly guys who strike up a conversation with everyone. But then he says that the sound that high heels make on a hard surface floor always gets his attention because it might be an attractive woman wearing them, and this time he got lucky because he looked over and saw me. He said that he thought I had a really cool walk, almost like a runway model, and that I definitely had the long slim legs of a model. I leaned back against the wall that was behind me as I coyly looked down at my legs and feet, and when I looked up at him, I'm sure he could tell that I was blushing, in spite of my mask and that I was wearing makeup on my face too. Then he said "That's not the first time someone has told you that, right?" I did my best gurl giggle and said that I don't really remember. With that he slowly took a small step towards me and as he did, he reached out, gently touched the upper part of my arm and said that he thinks that I am totally adorable and he'd love to get to know me better.
I asked him if he was sure about that and he immediately said "Oh yeah! Definitely!" and then asked if he could walk me to my car and maybe he could give me his number. I must've looked surprised because he blurted out that he didn't want to come across too strong or as aggressive, and if I said no he would completely understand. He sounded like such a gentleman and I felt quite flattered about it, so I looked right into his eyes for a moment and then I said "sorry, I don't mean to act standoffish. I just don't often have conversations like this but, sure." I told him that I was parked at the far end of the garage where there were no other cars, because I don't want to risk someone opening their car door and hitting mine. He chuckled and said that he's the same way, and that his truck was in the same direction, so that's perfect.
As we walked side by side, a few feet apart, I saw that he snuck in several glances at my legs, and I have to admit that they did look pretty good in the opaque black tights I had paired with high heeled ankle boots. I was finding it a little difficult to concentrate on our small talk, as my mind was racing at 100 miles per hour with several questions going through my mind.
Does he know that I'm a CD, and if so, it seems like he doesn't mind, right?
If he doesn't know, would he be embarrassed, or even angry, if he found out later, or if I told him before we go any further?
Before I even had time to think anything through, we get to my car, which was the only one in the whole section of the garage. As we stop near the rear of it, he pulls out his phone and tells me that he just downloaded some music from a band that he discovered recently, and if I'm not in a huge hurry, do I want to listen to a couple of songs before I get into my car to leave?
Wow! With his compliments and admiring glances, plus an invitation to call him to get together sometime, at this point he has me almost feeling like a school girl on prom night. And he also has me more than just a little excited too! As best as I can tell with his mask on, he's a good looking guy with an average build. His voice is quite pleasant sounding, and his contagious laugh/chuckle tells me that he has a good sense of humor and a positive attitude . With my 4" heels on, I'm a couple of inches taller than him, however that doesn't seem to bother him. In no way did I ever imagine that the day was going to end like this, but I had to admit that I was giddy with anticipation about what this 'might' become.
Before I had time to second guess my decision, I decided to go for it and I sheepishly said, yeah, that sounds cool, but would you rather sit in the car instead of standing out here? His response made me wonder if I had misread him up until now, because he paused for a second or two and then said, "Um, sure, OK. We can do that." I didn't move right away but he was just standing there looking at me, so I opened my handbag, pressed my key remote to unlock the doors, and then turned to walk around to the drivers side. And what happened next totally blew my mind!
He walked in the same direction and hurriedly moved around me so that he was a little bit ahead, reached out for the drivers door handle ..... and opened it for me.
You could've knocked me flat out with a feather at that point! WOW! And he was a gentleman too! Under my mask I was smiling from ear to ear, but at the same moment, a worrisome thought popped into my mind. He MUST think that I'm a girl, or why would he open the door for me? But logic bolted into my brain and I remembered my trans friends telling me that if you dress like a girl, act like a girl, and FEEL like a girl, then that's the way you should be looked at and treated. And most importantly, that's what you should think that you ARE!
I told myself that since this is all probably just getting a little better acquainted anyway, what the heck! Let's listen to some new music with this good looking, polite, super nice gentleman, enjoy the moment, and try not to think too far into the future.
So with that in mind, I said enthusiastically, "Well, thank you!", then sat down, and swung my long legs into the car. I knew that while he was waiting for me to get in, he was watching my every move, and he didn't take his eyes off of my legs until he was sure that I was fully settled in my seat before he carefully shut my door. As always happens, a short skirt or dress always gets shorter when you sit down in a car, so when I got in, he saw quite a bit more of my slim legs than he had when I was standing, and I have to admit that I didn't mind that at all. Once I was sitting, my dress rode up quite a bit, and barely prevented a glimpse under the hem at my white and black polka dot panties. At this point I am SO glad that I decided to wear my favorite sheer-to-waist hose, so that no lines were visible at the top of my thighs. If I had worn my new stockings and garter belt that I had originally planned, my new friend would have had a glorious view of all of them, plus some of my bare thigh as well! As much as I find the thought of that quite titillating and I totally love seeing it on me and other gurls, I wouldn't have wanted to come across as too sexy, or even slutty.
As soon as he had closed my door, I watched in the rear view mirror as he hurriedly walked behind the car and got into the passenger seat. By this time, my heart was definitely beating a little faster as I wondered what was going to happen next. I tried to tell myself that we were simply going to listen to some music for a few minutes as planned, however I was really hoping that it might turn into something much more exciting ..... (Pt 2 to come)
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