The sordid hotel nights -1 I'm still on the move in the east of France, that Friday in Nancy, I prepared all day for the next day's interventions. We have a big operation at our client's this Saturday, and everyone has to be wrapped up in the evening. I return to the hotel around 6:00 p.m., exhausted, I take my shower and take advantage of this moment of respite to dress up as a girl. It's one of the best ways for me to relax and be happy. So I choose from my range, a red bodysuit, self-fixing black stockings with red edging, fake breasts, little tight black dress and black pumps, blonde wig, a little lipstick, it's not for going out but being just presentable in front of the mirror. What an evening alone contemplating myself in hotel mirrors, not waiting for anyone to keep me company, my schedule is rarely respected and changing from one day to another, so no naughty appointments so as not to have to cancel and apologize. Here I am ready, rather pretty and consumable, if ever there could be a happy visit. I sit comfortably on the bed and work a little more on my computer, while surfing the net to see if a meeting would be possible, apart from a few not really interesting men, no girls like me available, or so far that it is not worth hoping to invite them. I miss this loneliness, I had planned this weekend to meet two girls, but I had to cancel because of this last minute operation, it was scheduled for next week, but the client is moving it forward. I finish my work, still no contact on the net, it's already 9 p.m., I'm done, I just have a sandwich and a coffee in my stomach since noon, I decide to go to the restaurant in front of the hotel. I erase the lipstick, take off my wig, my dress, fake breasts and pumps, put on light pants, and a white shirt, moccasins, a jacket.Arrived at the restaurant, the server tells me that it's full, but there could be a place at a table occupied by a woman, near the fireplace, The lady accepts, I too, I sit in front of her, not a top model, but charming, my age in her forties, auburn brown hair, light green eyes, black suit, and a beautiful smile, a very light fruity scent. I apologize to her for the inconvenience, she tells me she was bored alone, so a little company will help her pass the time. I introduce myself Didier, she is Mélanie. I place an order and offer the wine, she prefers red, we talk, she came from Toulouse by car on purpose for a client she has to meet tomorrow, something unexpected for her, I tell her about my disappointments, we laugh at our setbacks , it's hot and I take off my jacket, she does the same, she in a white blouse, I see her beautiful firm breasts held in place by a push-up bra with white lace, she looks at my shirt and sees the red of my bodysuit in transparency of my shirt She smiles, without being embarrassed, maybe thinks that I have a red T-shirt. We continue our conversation, I tell her that I was supposed to spend the weekend with two friends, but that I had to cancel at the last moment, she also had a planned Saturday with my friends, I tell her that I am married, but that we we are a free couple, she her husband often absent. We are at dessert and we appreciate each other, I feel her foot coming to rub against my leg, she has taken off her shoe, I smile at her, she grows bolder and goes up on my thigh, I take off a moccasin and also start to caressing the calves, stockings against stockings, the feeling is great, she is surprised. We drink a coffee, the waiter offers us a second liqueur, we are the last customers. I am great lord, and I offer the meal. We go out arm in arm, she kisses me in the parking lot, I invite her to my hotel, it's also hers. In front of my bedroom door, she said to me: – you drive me crazy, we shouldn't.I open, she enters. She discovers the black dress, the fake breasts and the wig spread out on the bed, and looks at me. - I forgot to tell you that my girlfriends are transvestites and that I also cross-dress. – So it's really a bodysuit that I saw under your shirt and stockings that I felt at your feet! - That's right, I hope I'm not scaring you, Melanie! – No, but you turn me on even more, I'm wrong, my husband with women, hence tomorrow's girlfriend that I canceled. So I'm going to cheat on him with a woman like no other, but you change your clothes first. Here I am undressing, in front of this beautiful woman who looks at me, her eyes shining with lust, then I put on the dress, she helps me adjust it by positioning my fake breasts, taking the opportunity to caress me, and steal me a kiss, I sit down to put on the shoes, she squats down and puts them on for me, stroking my legs sheathed in stockings, I have chills, she is very gentle. Then I take out the make-up bag, she does my eyes and puts on the foundation, I apply the lipstick and put on the wig, - Well, you're a pretty girl, what's your name?- I'm Peggy, do you like it?- Yes I love ! You are beautiful, I want you! Melanie kisses me, violates my mouth with her tongue. Her hands roam my body, over my dress, my stockings, she's everywhere, she lays me down, rides me, kisses me. I have become her thing, she treats me like one of her lovers, I am at her mercy.– Peggy my pretty, I'm going to rape you tonight, I'm going to possess you like I never did with my mistresses, I saw your dildo in your makeup bag and I'm going to use it.- go ahead my beautiful, take revenge on me, do me the last outrages, fuck me!– Start by eating my pussy, She is direct without restraint, I like that, maybe the alcohol in the meal completely uninhibits her. She removes her blouse and under tifs, her skirt, she is superb, in a thong, straddling my chest. My hands finally touch her silky skin, she smells sweet almond milk, her breasts are firm and appetizing, with pretty rings and small nipples. I take them, weigh them, knead them, then my mouth, kiss them, and my lips play with the nipples. My hands travel through her body, reach her buttocks, I caress them, and I go up along her back and then back down, scratching her spine to the gluteal groove. I lift her up and bring her to my face, her pussy ove ...

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