Abigail's First Time

This is the story of the first time I dressed for a man. I had been with men before, but had never been with one as a girl. I would say 95% of it is true. I tried to keep it as close to the truth as possible. I will say that the acts described actually happened, and we really did go four times. I leave you to decide which parts you think are the false ones.

I checked my hair and makeup in the mirror for what seemed like the millionth time. Nerves I guess. Tonight was the first time I was going to meet a man while dressed and acting as a girl.

I adjusted my dress, a dark blue bodycon number. It hit just a little past mid-thigh and made my legs seem extra-long. My heels didn’t hurt in that regard either; a pair of black peep- toe Louboutin’s that I saved two paychecks for.

I looked pretty good, I thought. A little tall for a girl at 5’11, but I made up for it with a very slender, curvy and feminine body. I appeared every bit as a girl, except for the hidden bits under my black lacy lingerie.

I had found the man I was meeting on the internet. I combed through dozens of prospective offers before deciding that this guy seemed the most sane. It didn’t hurt that he had a seven inch cock and was fairly handsome.

It was getting closer to the time he said he would arrive. I sat by the window with my copy of Cosmo and leafed while watching the entrance to the hotel I was at. I hadn’t seen his car and was starting to worry he wouldn’t show.

My fears were in vain when I saw his car pull into the parking lot. He stepped out of his car and started walking toward my door. The butterflies kicked in full when he knocked on the door. I made my way over, sneaking a peek at myself one last time in the mirror.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. “Hi, Mark?”

“Yeah. You must be Abby.”

“Come on in.” I said.

He walked into the room and looked around for a minute before turning back to me. “Your pictures don’t do you justice.” He said, moving closer to me.