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Date: Thu, 20 Aug 1998 17:55:46 -0700
From: Maria tv <mariatv@mailexcite.com>
Subject: "TV at the Truckstop"
This is a TG story intended for those over 18 only. All others vamoose!
TV at the Truckstop
Jeff was on a business trip to Carlisle, PA. "God," he thought, "what a
boring little town." Indeed, Carlisle has a college, but little sign of
the unsavory life that Jeff preferred. As he settled into his motel room,
Jeff quickly got undressed and hopped into the shower. "I'm going to find
some action tonight," declared Jeff outloud.
Reaching into his travel bag Jeff grabbed a razor and after applying
shaving cream to his legs, he shaved them smooth. Then Jeff lathered up
his chest and shaved. Next came the armpits and a little personal grooming
around his genitals.
Stepping out of the shower, Jeff dried his hair, and shaved his face, not
once, but twice. Next, he rubbed red lipstick onto his cheeks and chin.
Then he followed this with concealer pencil. Finally, Jeff applied a base
coat. WHile this dried, Jeff put on a pair of thong panties, black
"Jacklyn Smith" thigh high stockings, a black bra carefully stuffed with
cheap falsies, a tiny black lycra dress that covered his 5'10 frame, but
not much of his rear end, and then the crowning touch, a long black wig
with a part on the side. Pulling the wig back, Jeff completed his make-up
with powder, bright red lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and all the essentials.
When he looked in the mirror, Jeff no longer saw himself, a man... He saw
Trisha, his alter ego.
Grinning, clearly pleased with the slutty look she had achieved, Trisha
pulled on a pair of sandals with a high chunky heel that made her legs look
long and sensuous. "Now," declared Trisha, "is time to find some fun."
Usually this meant Trisha was horny and would go to an adult bookstore to
pick-up a man or two. Heading out to her car, Trisha opened the door and
sped off out of the motel parking lot.
Driving back into Carlisle, Trisha drove from one end of the town to the
other finding little sign of human activity. It was around 8:30, so Trisha
decided to stop at the Payless store at the mall she had seen on the way
into town. Although she wasn't 100% passable and the slutty clothes didn't
help, Trisha thought she could just sneak in and out with little notice.
Upon arriving at the mall parking lot, Trisha hopped out of the car and
wiggled her way into the building. But before she could even take a dozen
steps into the bulding a group of young girls noticed her. "Rats,"
thought Trisha. "Teenage girls are the worst: they always 'make-you."
And sure enough the girls eyed Trisha and began whispering to one another.
Then one said something to a young man who began to scowl Trisha's way.
Bold, but not stupid, Trisha retreated ina hurry back to the safety of her
car without any new shoes. "Ah, thought Trisha, "Such is the life of a
cross dresser: at the mercy of teenage thugs."
Turning her car back towards the motel, Trisha was still very horny. All
of the sudden, Trisha happened to notice that right behind her motel was a
huge truckstop. Trisha parked her car and looked around. It was pretty
dark. She could hear the roar of the truck's engines now. Funny, she
hadn't noticed them before...
Trisha noticed a wooden fence seperating the truck area from her motel.
Feeling usure of herself, but very horny and slutty, Trisha went to the
fence and squeezed into the trucker's lot. Turning, Trisha saw rows upon
rows of trucks, most of them idling. Trisha pondered her actions and
thought "what the hell?" So she turned and walked in her tiny black dress
up one of the rows of parked big rigs. At first, noone seemed to notice,
and then some of the truckers honked their horns. Not sure of what she was
supposed to do, Trisha continued to wiggle her shapely ass as she walked.
Not seeing anyone approaching her, Trisha decided to call it quits and
headed back towards the motel. A she turned to enter the hole in the she
heard a voice.
"Hey miss..." Trisha turned to find herself confronting a man about 6'2,
thin with longish blonde hair. He was probably about 35 or so and had a
boyish kind of look. Trisha was instantly charmed. "Miss," the trucker
panted, out of breath from chasing Trisha, "can I, uh, buy you a drink?"
"We're not at a bar," said Trisha with a smile, "but I've got some stuff
back in my room if you'd like to come."
"Sure," said the trucker. Trisha wiggled her way back to the room, shaking
her ass as best she could without falling out of her heels. This was a
sexy man and she wanted him to really lust for her for a little while.
Opening her door, Trisha introduced herself, and the trucker said his name
was Mike.
Of course moments like these are always awkward. Trisha pulled out her
bottle of rum and mixed Mike a rum and coke from the Coke she had chilling
in the ceap motel ice bucket. MIke explained he was a long-haul trucker,
and he was stopping in Carlisle on his way to Boston. Back home, he had a
wife and a little boy. Trisha was at once excited and dismayed. She
didn't like to do married men, but....
For about twenty minutes the two talked, with Mike sitting awkwardly in a
chair and Trisha on the bed. Suddenly, Mike moved over on the bed next to
Trisha albeit to see the tv better (it was chattering in the background).
Once on the bed with Trisha, however, Mike leaned over her and said, "you
are beautiful."
"Mike," began Trisha (sort of fearing for her life in case he turned out to
be a homophobe) "I've got something to tell you..."
"Trisha, I know what you are trying to say and I don't care: you are a HOT
woman as far as I'm concerned. In fact, the most beautiful woman I've ever
seen." Somehow, they both stood up as if the scene was scripted. Mike
began to kiss Trisha, his tongue deeply entering her mouth. His hands
caressed her boobs, but quicly moved to her ass. His hands lifted up her
short dress and searched underneath as they kissed. He played with the
material of her thong panties as he kissed her. Pausing for a second from
kissing, Mike asked "Trisha, do you have..." "Yes Mike", Trisha replied
without even hearing the question and she leaned into the nightstand next
to the bed and pulled out condoms and lube. "Reaching down, Trisha bit
open a condom package with her teeth. Turning towards Mike, she unzipped
his pants while she was on her knees before him. His love slave. MIke
then quickly, and crudlely stripped his pants and underwear off, only
wearing a shirt and sox. Thrust before him in all of its glory was a fully
engorged 8 inch piece of manhood. Long, but not overly thick, Mike's cock
totally turned Trisha into a hungry bitch. She thrust the condom on to his
cock with her mouth, as MIke moaned in pleasure. "Trisha, you are so hot!"
Mike exclaimed. Trisha worked her slut mouth up and down on the huge cock.
But Mike wanted more. He bent over and gently lifted Trisha up, kissing
her long and passionately. Mike resumed feeling up Trisha's ass and she
moaned in pleasure. Gently, Mike pulled down her panties and slid them to
her ankles. Trisha then steped out of the silken material and let Mike
push her gently, but forcefully onto all fours on the bed. Behind her with
his raging hardon, Mike slid "wet" up ad down the length of his horny dick.
He then bent over a bit and began to kiss Trisha's ass. Kissing her cheeks
hard, Mike then began to tease her hot asspussy hole with his tongue. It
fluttered around her sensitive spot causing her to gasp in pleasure. "Fuck
me Mike, please..." said Trisha. Mike then stopped eating the sweat ass
and lined his cock up at the hot hole with Trisha waiting anxiously.
Mike slowly entered Trisha, giving her time to adjust to the pressure of
his huge dick. Trisha began to flutter in pleasure, with her own dick
(about six inches) fluttering engorged but helpless as Mike penetrated her.
Then Mike began to fuck her. He fucked Trisha good. Plowing her ass from
side to side, in and out deeply, Mike had the transvestite begging for
more. "Mike, give me more, I love your beg dick," Trisha urged Mike on and
on. Suddenly, Trisha felt Mike begin a violent shuddering and his tempo
increased. Fucking in and out of Trisha, MIke almost yelling, announced,
"I'm cumming..." Then with one last great thrust, Mike slammed his cum
into the rubber deep in Trisha's ass. Trisha reached down and just grabbed
her own cock and it errupted into a powerful orgasm spraying cum all over
her bed. Exhausted, Trisha collapsed with Mike still on top of her, with
his dick buried inside her shrinking.
Mike gently nibbled Trisha's ear, as he pushed aside the long black hair.
"You, are a hot, woman..." Mike said. "You are a hot man..." Trisha
replied. They both giggled a bit as Mike pulled his withering dick out of
her asspussy.
Then the awkwardness settled in. What do you say next? "Well," Mike asked
are you out this way often?" "No" Trisha replied, "are you?" "Nope."
"Then I guess this is it?" said Trisha. "I guess so," said Mike.
Suddenly, Trisha noticed that Mike was seeming a bit guilty. "What's
wrong?" she said. "Does this make me gay?" said Mike. Trisha replied "of
course not. You are just a person who needed someone tonight. Think of it
that way." Mike smiled a bit and said, "I guess I'll have enough time to
think about it on the road." WIth that, he reached down and picked Trisha
up and gave her a passionate kiss and bounded out the door.
Trisha watched his lanky figure disapear thru the fence back into the
trucker's compound. Smiling to herself as she laid on the bed watching
MTV, she thought. "Well, I found some excitement in Carlisle!"