I dressed as a boy and he loved it
Me and my partner, Jeremy, have had a pretty good sex life over the last three years but, if I’m honest, the thrill had started to wear off.
We’d been invited to an 80’s fancy-dress party and, after going through lists of pop-groups and other celebrities, decided it might be funny to go as The Krankies. Now let’s get one thing straight: I look nothing like Jeanette Krankie. I’m a slim, blonde, 28 year-old. OK, I don’t have the biggest tits in the world but Jeremy reminds me that they are perfectly-formed and that ‘more than a handful is a waste’.
The costumes were easy enough to hunt down: Jeremy got a suit and I managed to get a schoolboy’s uniform from a fancy-dress shop. On the night of the party, we decided to change in separate rooms to give each other a laugh when we revealed our new identities. While Jeremy changed in the bathroom, I changed in the bedroom. After putting on my undies, I put on the white shirt and tie, little grey shorts, knee-length socks and school blazer. As a finishing-touch, I put my hair up under my cap.
Jeremy came in, showing off his suit and curly, black wig – which just made me laugh. But, judging by the look on his face, he thought a lot more of my outfit.
“Come here,” he breathed, pulling me close and pinching my nipples through my shirt. He knows this is like putting a key in the ignition where I’m concerned. As we kissed, I rubbed his crotch to find the biggest, hardest erection I’d seen in years. Jeremy threw me down on the bed and pulled my shorts off, thrusting his head between my legs and going down on me. As I writhed in pleasure, I managed to pull his wig off – which was the right thing to do.
Once I’d come, bucking against Jeremy’s face, I started to undress.
“No,” Jeremy said. “Keep the outfit on.”
He took off his trousers and lay back, letting me see just how aroused he was. I didn’t need any encouragement; I climbed on board and we went like the clappers. What can I say? It was...fandabbydozy!