There I was in the toilets, stood facing in with the stall door open, pink panties on, trousers around my ankles.
I heard a man come in, shuffle past my stall door, shut it and the sound of the lock click, hiding us from the gaze of others.
I didn't look back, just stood with nervous excitement and waited.
His masculine hand ran over my pink panty covered cheeks.
"Nice panties, bitch," he whispered in a husky voice.
Music to a subs ears, my heart was already pounding with excitement, apprehension with a touch of fear thrown in, the unknown ahead of me.
Someone now knew I was a panty-wearing sissy masquerading day-to-day as a real man and I loved it.
I let out a soft moan and lay back into him as his big strong hands explored my soft little 66.67kg body.
He hooked his thumbs under my t-shirt and proceeded to raise it so I raised my arms so he could easily take it all the way off my 1.66m frame.
Tossing that on the wide window sill, his hands returned to running over my body, my pink panties.
He pulled me close to his chest, arms wrapped around me and whispered in my ear, "God I love fucking the man out of you Sissies. Time for you to suck some cock little lady."
Even though my back was still to him, he placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down.
Slowly, I subserviently sank to my knees.
He moved beside my shoulder, so I turned to face him for the first time.
I didn't look up, I looked at his bulge.
"Fish it out for me Faggot, real men let their little ladies have that pleasure."
His bulge was impressive, so I lent forward and smelt him as my hands ran slowly up his thighs towards his growing manhood.
I ran my hands over his forbidden fruit, marvelling at the feel of him, undid his jeans, pulled down his zipper and dragged his jeans to the floor.
He raised a foot, so I pulled them over the offering, then did the same with the other leg.
Next I lowered his boxers to reveal the centre of my attention, an 8" hard lump of man meat.
