Alicia at the baths

Had just the briefest moment to slip down the bathhouse last week. Stripped in the locker room, slung the towel over my shoulders. Wandered the maze and halls. Guys wandering the hall. kind of like they're done. Cars in the parking lot. No one here for Friday nooners?

Oh, now what is that? Yes. It's Alicia.... In her room. Face down on the bed, stockings, little skirt, platinum blonde wig in disarray.

Alicia is a Crossdresser. I see her pics and posts on Squirt. Never a face. Never a full body. Just her platinum blonde wig arranged to hide her face, and pics of the short skirt, panties, stockings.... And her invitation just to pull her panties aside and fuck her.

There she is. I've been here many times hoping. Guys I'm really not into. Cocks when I'm aroused, well, that's another thing I've been fucked. I've tried fucking guys. I can't always stay hard.

I sit down on the narrow edge of the bed and stroke her curvy stocking clad legs, my hands wandering up to her plump panty-clad ass. Five minutes I sit there and massage those smooth stockings, play my fingers into her slick asshole. I'm hard. I like it.

I climb up onto the bed over her. Panties pulled aside. My cock slides into her like that ass is a pussy. Wet warm slippery. Pussy like I haven't felt in years of a dry marriage.

I whisper to her that I've been wanting to fuck her for a very long time, that her ass is like pussy I haven't felt in years. Cum inside me she says. The feeling of her pussy-ass is overwhelming. I want to fuck her for a very long time but it's minutes. I want more but it's minutes of fucking like I haven't fucked in years, and I cum and it's so fucking good and I'm so satisfied I since haven't touched my cock in a week.