Sex Story of the Week : "Dressed to Kill"

iI'm definitely a straight heterosexual when it comes to having sex, so please don't draw any false conclusions based on my story.

I have a total lusty fascination with women's clothing; mostly panties, thongs, and little dainty "under-things". During my teenage years, it became an obsession. It was almost like no amount could ever be enough. I was always pushing myself beyond my limits.

As I grew up, I did become more responsible. I married a wonderful woman and had a lovely daughter. My wife accepted the fact that I enjoyed wearing these things around the house, but I would only do it after our daughter was in bed for the night. My wife would even go out to buy "lady-things" for me on my birthday or on our anniversary. I will admit she had very good taste in what she purchased.

We eventually had to divorce for reasons totally unrelated to my fascination with female skivvies. Our divorce was mainly based on mutually conflicting career goals that drove us apart as husband and wife. However, we always remained friendly on the rare occasions we got to see each other.

I ended up renting a house by myself near a river that had long bridge across it. I would dress in the sexiest baby-doll nighties, satin string-bikini panties, garter belts, or thigh-high stockings with sexy high heel shoes. Then, I would hide behind the bushes up near the bridge until all traffic was clear. Next I would walk up to the bridge, and begin my journey to the other side. Each night I would push my limits a little bit further. Soon I had my back turned to traffic while wearing things like a women's nightie or string bikini swimsuit as cars drove over the bridge. I was just praying that none of those passing by were police cars.

I can't describe the thrill I had each night. From the beginning to the end of the whole process, I would struggle to resist masturbating my extremely hard flagpole-like penis. I wanted the thrill to last as long as possible before I ended it with an orgasm. When I finally got back home, I would relax and start to let the sexual energy out with a long slow masturbation session. When I got to the point where I just couldn't stand it any more, I would jerk my penis as fast as I could and let my semen go all over whatever I was wearing.

I started to realize things were getting out of control when I began wearing really sexy and very high heel shoes that would force me to take smaller steps. Unfortunately, this would also prevent my ability to run if I needed to quickly get away from a violent passerby or a police officer. The thrill started to wear off, so I began wearing yet higher heels and a short rope tied between my ankles so my steps were now very short and slow. This was the ultimate challenge because it would take quite a while to get to the other side of the bridge and back. When a car was approaching, there was no way to run and hide.

I look back now at the whole situation, and I think just how foolish it was to put myself in that kind of position after dark. But just the very thought of remembering those experiences still turns me on. I was lucky nobody ever recognized me. Now I sometimes will go to the grocery store dressed as a woman. Even though I cover up more by going out fully dressed, I still go out "dressed to kill". I don't make eye contact with anyone, but what a thrill it is knowing people are checking me out and wondering if that "female" is really male!

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