It's been raining off and on for days. But today is clear, and unseasonably warm for January. My phone rings. My friend asks if I'd be willing to come over and help him and his neighbor take down a large tree in his backyard. I tell him, sure, no problem.
I've been dressing as Alison so much now that I no longer give it much thought. I'm wearing a practical outfit today, but still feminine nonetheless. I even apply light make-up and pull my hair into a ponytail out of habit before heading out the door.
I ring my friend's doorbell, and it finally dawns on me when I see the look of shock on his face.
"Are those women's clothes? Are you wearing make-up? What the hell?! I thought
when you dressed in drag, it was just a joke."
"Yeah, well, um...it might be a little more than that. I'm working through some stuff, and will keep you in the loop as I figure it all out. In the meantime, please keep this just between us? Anyway, I'm here now if I can still help."
"Uh...sure," he stammers as he gives me another look, clearly startled by it all. "I was just grabbing some work gloves. Tom from next door is already out back. Come on!"
Tom turns out to be a solid man, muscular but not in a weight-lifter kind of way. Very sociable and an overall nice guy. Over the next hour, the three of us work together on taking the tree down.
Tom seems really friendly, and openly flirts with me. I enjoy the attention and shoot him smiles every once in a while to let him know. Meanwhile, I begin to imagine what he's like downstairs. Is he long? How thick? Cut or uncut? I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't help myself!
My friend notices our banter, but just smiles to himself. I begin to suspect he enjoys our secret and gets a kick out of Tom being clearly out of the loop. As we take a much-needed break, Tom, already emboldened by our rapport, takes it a step further.
"Nice work, teammate," he says giving me a pat on the bottom.
I playfully pat his butt in return, "Couldn't have done it without you!"
"Anytime," he says as I anticipate another pat, but this time his hand lands on my cheek, where it remains to give a soft grab.
Like a light switch, his hand on my ass fills my brain with all kinds of sexual urges. I turn towards him and drop to my knees, already fumbling with his belt buckle.
Both of them look at me with surprise, but neither say anything or attempt to stop me. My friend glances nervously towards the kitchen windows on the back of his house, but there's no sign of his wife. Her car is no longer in the driveway. Good.
As I yank Tom's pants down to his knees, I'm greeted with the sight of a nice-sized dick, still growing. I wrap my hand around it and look with admiration. Tom, now fully aware of the situation, simply puts his hands on his hips and watches from above.
Without further ado, I suck the tip of his fleshy cock into my mouth and savor the wonderful tastes and textures on my tongue. Slowly working my mouth back and forth elicits moans and sighs from Tom. I begin to taste the pre-come as his excitement grows.
Out of the side of my eye I see my friend's penis out too, his hand slowly pumping up and down. I'm shocked to see him react with lust but, in my current state, having him masturbate while I give his neighbor head is a big turn on. Deep down I even know, that if he's up to it, I'll be offering my mouth to him once Tom is done.
With a surprise blowjob, it's only a few more minutes until Tom unleashes in my mouth. I hold steady as his cock spasms rhythmically, his juices collecting on my tongue and the bottom of my mouth. When he's still, I swallow him down, his warmth sliding down the back of my throat.
Next I turn to my friend, his erection still firmly in his hand, and look up into his eyes. I give him a reassuring nod and await his next move.
