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I hadn’t noticed the time, and I’d missed the last train home. The student party was fun, but I was in a bit of a panic not knowing what to do. People were leaving, and the crowd was thinning out. If it had gone on for several more hours, I would have stayed there and taken the first train in the morning, but that didn’t look likely. The hostess was already clearing up. I figured she’d be dropping hints at the last remaining people to go home soon. “What’s up?” said Zak, looking at me with genuine concern. “I’ve missed the last train. I guess I’m going to have to sleep in the park or something.” “Maybe under a bridge?” he grinned. “Or in a doorway?” “Something like that,” I replied, sighing. “I don’t know how I let this happen.” “It’s ok, Buddy. You can stay at my place.” “Are you sure?” “Of course. Jessica’s out of town. It’ll be just the two of us.” Zak was part of the reason why I’d lost track of time. He was a charming guy, just a couple of years older than me, of athletic build with short light brown hair and blue eyes. Escort ankara I’d only just met him that evening and was intrigued by his stories. He’d lived in several parts of the world and encountered so many different experiences that he made for easy listening. His soft spoken voice drew my attention to the point where I’d felt a little sexual tension at times and had to avert my eyes. A few times during our conversation he’d patted my leg to get my attention. While it wasn’t overtly flirtatious behavior, it did make me feel strangely excited and wanting for more, but I knew he had a girlfriend and was probably just being friendly. — We didn’t talk much while he drove us back to his place. I found myself thinking about what might happen. I’d only ever had girlfriends before and didn’t consider myself gay. Still, there was something about Zak that attracted me. I had to keep telling myself that it was probably just my imagination. — Once we got into his apartment, he offered me a nightcap Balgat escort which I gladly accepted. We sat in the living room sipping at our drinks, not talking. The Zak I’d met at the party seemed quite intense. He looked at me as though he wanted to speak, but the words weren’t coming out. I wasn’t much of a conversationalist so I just smiled at him whenever our eyes met. I felt there was something going on in his mind, which became very apparent when he finally opened his mouth. “Have you ever tried on dresses?” “What do you mean?” “Dresses. You know, ladies clothing.” “No.” “I think you would look good in a dress.” “Really?” “Yes. You’re cute. I think it would suit you.” “Thank you.” I felt myself blushing profusely. I didn’t know what to say. It was obvious that Zak was testing the water for some further action. I could feel my cock swelling at the thought of him touching me. If that meant wearing a dress, then I would do so. I couldn’t believe that I was feeling that way. It Batıkent escort bayan felt good. I sat there, anticipating the next steps. He stood up and walked off down the hallway. — “Here, try this white one,” he said, coming back from the bedroom. He held up a beautiful white lace summer dress with a little pink flowery pattern and a sheer tulle ruffled border. I felt the material. It was silky and soft. The touch of the fabric between my fingers was making me rock hard. My face was as red as a beetroot as I took it from him. My heart was pounding, and my head was spinning. “And these,” he said, handing me a matching set of white stretch cotton panties and bra with pink bows. “Can I change in the bathroom?” I asked. “Of course. I can’t wait to see how you look.” — I went into the bathroom and quickly got undressed, stripping naked before putting on the panties and bra. I assumed they belonged to Jessica, but I didn’t want to ask. For now, I just wanted to go with the flow. Zak had impressed me with his stories and equally with his ability to make me feel comfortable with the situation, despite my confused state of mind. I looked at the bulge in the panties, feeling excited at the sight of my shaft pressing hard against the soft material. I slipped the dress over my head and looked at myself in the mirror.

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