It has been far too long since the last time visiting the local bathhouse, and realistically, it will be a while longer before a visit would be possible. I miss group sex among other turned on men, cock sliding into another man's mouth as I kiss a stranger, both hands holding sexy hard cock. Knowing that my current partners were all replacements of earlier ones, sinking ever deeper into a shared state of pure male sluttiness.
Fantasizing about group sex never comes close to the reality, the shared pleasure quickly growing beyond the imaginable at the baths. A fact recognized by any man who has experienced it once - a fact that makes so many first time visitors bathhouse regulars. However, other memories can be used to construct a tempting fantasy during an extended period of inactivity, building on what has already been experienced.
A tempting dream that continues to reliably make my cock hard involves a cross dresser, one who I have had truly fantastic sex with twice. The first time he was the one doing the seducing, from the whirlpool to putting on a bra and panties, along with sheer black thigh high stockings in a private cabin in front of me, as he talked about how sexy it felt.
His thrill at my response added to our excitement, playing with lingerie being worn by man while talking about other experiences. My mouth at his panties, tongue sliding over the smooth now stretched material. Caressing his legs, before starting to kiss his nylon covered toes and feet. Listening to him talk about his wife knowing what he liked doing, then exchanging roles as I explained how good it had felt to wear my first girlfriend's, both in front of her and by myself.
As we kept talking, it seemed to be moving in a certain direction, telling him about actually cumming in my first girlfriend's panties, both with her participating and not. Moving his mouth up from my cock, he asked if I was interested in wearing such again, saying he had more in his bag. I was far too turned on to refuse, and what followed was extraordinary - begging him to play under my bra, or licking his stockings as he talked about my sexy panties, and how he was going to play under them.
In the whirlpool is was quickly clear that we were very well matched, but this cross dressing encounter went to a new level of incredible erotic enjoyment. Normally, a major advantage of bathhouse sex is the lack of clothing, where in a place like the whirlpool or steam bath, everyone's cock is not only visible, but often easily available. That first time was an introduction to something else, though the bra and panties were not really the same as clothing, adding a naughty feeling that quickly felt amazingly whorish.
The second time, I was the one that approached him upstairs, him standing between a familiar cabin and the dark room entrance. He was wearing tight panties, a bustier resembling a corset, and gartered sheer stockings. Knowing his weaknesses was a major attraction while moving in from behind, gently sliding a hand over his ass and starting to nuzzle his neck.
He was being taken by a stranger who already knew his weaknesses, unable to resist sweet temptation even before my hand moved down over his panties covered crack, right hand exploring over his chest. Kissing his ear while sliding a hand upwards over his rigid cock made him begin to fully give in, moaning with familiar desire. My hard cock was obvious, sliding over his thigh, telling him how sexy he looked. Then adding how much I wanted to dress the same way.
Recognizing me, he sighed and said it was always a delight to find someone interested in more than quickie sex. I agreed, saying it was always fantastic to find such a sexy partner like him, before we started passionately kissing, my naked cock sliding over his sexy panties covered length.
In the same cabin as before, I put on stockings for the first time, amazed at how sexy the black nylon made me feel. Or how addictively slutty it was to be cock sucked wearing a bra and stockings, bottomless, legs in the air. We enjoyed rimming, along with almost giving into having hot anal sex bareback, either of us top or bottom. It is just a simple truth that partners willing to have condomless anal sex at a bathhouse are not partners to fuck bareback. Nonetheless, we were both extremely tempted.
Bathhouses are normally direct, yet cross dressing provides an extra thrill when an opportunity arises to play that way. Especially realizing that the second opportunity involved playing the game of picking up a prostitute for both of us, a somewhat realistic scenario for fantasy, even after having been immersed in sex with other men over an extended period of time beforehand. As I approached him, intent on getting off, the addictive truth being that I wanted to dress like a woman again, to experience that amazing thrill.
Begging to be felt up under my bra, talking about how smooth and irresistibly erotic the stockings felt, listening to him describe acting like a streetwalker, picking up a horny man like me. Letting imagination indulge itself, tempted by being dressed like this in front of horny men.
This being the starting point for what happens during a hoped for third meeting, where after playing together, dressed like sluts, my talk turns to leaving the cabin, entering a new realm. One that he is not unfamiliar with - after our first encounter, he remained dressed after I had reached the limit of pure pleasure for a visit, saying he planned to keep prowling. A thought that has always tempted me in memory.
Telling him my desire to go public, after being so obviously mutually turned on, crossing another boundary within the walls of the baths.
"Don't stop touching .. there is a porn room .. under my bra feels so good .. porn .. would you go .. with me?" Then taking his hard cock into my mouth, listening to him moan as my lips go down his shaft, my hands sliding over his stockings.
His hands go under my bra, an exquisite sensation as his words become understandable. "Horny men .. we are so sexy .. they would want to play .. like I am playing .. would you like that .. like a streetwalker .. strangers .. sexy." Deep throating as he talked, the very first hit of poppers making me so turned on, cock restrained by the panties, a glorious feeling.
His hands guide my head up, starting to kiss me deeply as I breathe into his mouth, his fingers exploring under the panties, touching a quivering cock. Soon we are doing the same delightful things to each other lost in bliss as our kiss continues and deepens, each being felt up with one hand, the other hand jacking a hard length. Working up courage, in one sense, sharing the proof of such tempting desires before going public with them.
Breaking our kiss, he asks if I have seen dirty hot porn before, whispering in my ear that it can be impossible to not get turned on, wanting to be touched in the most private areas.
"Fuck yes .. touch me .. under my bra .. my stockings .. legs open .. a slut."
"OK .. we can go .. keep playing like this .. be naughty together .. you want that my little miss? Men seeing you wearing stockings with just a skimpy bra covering your sexy nipples?"
"Oh god .. this is so hot .. I want .. let's go .. I'm so horny."
He stands, and as I rise from the platform, his hands stroke along my stockings. "You sure you want to be dressed like this?" he whispers, "so sexy and horny? Should I open the door?"
"Fuck .. oh fuck .. yes .. god yes."
After the door opens, we start kissing again, panties pressing as we hold each other, in potential view of any passerby - or interested potential partner. Turned on by the thought, taking time walking down the corridor to porn area, stopping and kissing, pressing against a wall, humping so good. Being dressed like that is a serious thrill, a chance to enjoy even more attention from men wanting to have sex.
