As you walk to your car two women pass you on the side walk. "Top o'the mornin', ladies." You smile as you greet them.
"Good morning to you." One says as they pass. "You're in a good mood on such a dreary day."
You smile and wonder just what they would think if they knew what Jerry had been doing.
There was a slight drizzle and a chill in the air as clouds rolled in obscuring the sun that was so bright earlier. Fall was drawing to a close and winter would be starting in just days. "I hadn't noticed.... it's another beautiful day as far as I'm concerned."
"I wish I had what you had for breakfast!" The second said.
You just smiled and opened your car door.
When you arrived home you parked your car and went out to the front yard to pick up some trash that some asshole had thrown from their car. "Why are some people such buttheads?" You wondered to no one in particular.
"Is everything ok at work?" Your wife asks when you sit down in your living room. You've made a habit of going in to the warehouse on Saturday mornings. It will make meeting Jerry easy. Even if she calls the warehouse you can say you went to the hardware store. If she calls your cell you left it in the car by mistake.
"Under control, dear." You answer as you pick up the paper and pretend to read. You're much more interested in planning what to do with Jerry. You like the idea of making a recording. You could shoot the video so you can be sure your face isn't on it and he can keep it so he will be sure it's safe. He just might go for that!
You wonder if you should make him get a butt plug or a dildo! Or both! What about nipple clamps? Eye shadow? A teddy? Stockings? A wig? The possibilities are endless. All your spare moments are spent daydreaming about the coming Saturday morning.
As you leave work Friday evening you pick up a few pairs of the vinyl gloves the mechanics use to keep their hands clean. Saturday morning you wake up before the alarm goes off. You go through the usual routine. Shit, shave and shower. You spend extra time on your butt just in case. Finally it's eight o'clock and you are walking up to Jerry's door. It opens before you can ring his bell. He's wearing the knee length red slip with a lace hem that you ordered for him over his bra and panties. His slippers are red too; sandals with two inch heels. He walks confidently to the middle of the room as you close the door. "Do you like what you see?" He asks demurely as he slowly turns in a circle.
"Oh, Jerry!" You exclaim. "You look so, so sexy!" It's not a lie really. The sandals give his legs a more feminine look and the slip hides some of the more manly features of his body. There is still that pot belly, of course, but with a little eye shadow and a wig he might pass for a well worn woman. You approach him and feel his butt. You brush his "clit" and squeeze a tit. "Have you been thinking about me, Jerry?"
"Constantly; it's all I think about. Licking you, kissing you, sucking you, it's a constant distraction."
"That's good, Jerry, what about showing me how far your "clit" can shoot? Have you been careful not to cum this week?"
"Oh yes. Whenever I get horny I take a cold shower and then do house work." "Housework?" You think. "Hmmn. Maybe he needs one of those cotton house dresses the old ladies wear and those puffy slippers and a babushka!" You unbutton your shirt and toss it on the couch. Your shoes and socks and slacks and boxers join them as you waste no time getting naked. You continue to caress Jerry's ass and tits. You press your cock against his buttocks and squeeze both his tits while breathing on his neck. You lick his ear and whisper. "Have you thought about giving me your cherry?"
He gasps. "No. No, not that."