Men Now What Women Only Suspect

As you faithful readers of my stories know, I go through life outside of work oblivious to much except for those real men who seem to know what I might do for them. I can't count the times I've been on a crowded elevator and felt the hand of a real man caressing my bottom or the hard cock in his pants pressed between my buttocks with his hands on my hips.

Ever since my loving wife and her lover introduced me to cocks and panties, I have lusted for real men. Yes, I have a craving for women too but, women, except for Cindy do not respond. And should they, my cavorting with another woman is strictly verboten by Cindy. She has her lover and permits me to find my relief with real men. Permits may be deceiving. The truth is my wife delights in me serving real men. It's an affirmation of her's and Tom's creation.

But back to what I was saying before I got side tracked. Real men know. I mean they just know a sissy when they come across one like me. I'm not sure if I'm giving off pheromones or is it my appearance. It might be the way I carry myself. Who knows? Well real men know. They have an innate sense that I am not a real man but a male that serves real men.

I'm pretty sure that some of you reading this have experienced the sort of things I have.

The ladies in the office suspect that I am a feminine male; I've heard the whispers behind my back. Female wait staff, store clerks, and those who are just acquaintances have their suspicions but the real men who accompany them know.

A case in point. Just the other day I was in a restaurant in the men's room standing at a urinal. A man comes in to use the one next to me. "I would have thought you'd be seated to pee," he smiled. "Why would you think that?" I giggled.

He just looked at my very little dick and winked.

I know you're not supposed to look when in that situation but I couldn't help it. He was sporting a nice cock; not the biggest I've had, but nice. At the sinks washing our hands, he asked if he could buy me a drink. When I thanked him and told him some other time, he pushed his business card in my back pocket grabbing my bottom while he did that. "Call me sometime, baby," said smiled at my reflection in the mirror when he saw that I was not the least bit insulted.

"Maybe I will," I smiled back. Truth is, I had no intentions of calling him. I get those come-ons all the time. I only respond to those who treat me like I'm a person, not a piece of meat. He couldn't be bothered to introduce himself.

Another case in point. Another crowded elevator but in which we were stuck. A hand grabs my bottom. Sensing no resistance from me, I felt his hand sliding down inside the back of my pants. Now he's feeling my big round butt in panties.

I'm always become aroused when a man, a real man discovers I wear panties. There is something that I find very arousing when a real man knows I am ripe for the picking. Can't help it. It just fills me with cock lust.

So, I reached around to feel his cock. It's hard. His hand covered mine holding my hand to his manhood. Our fellow passengers were more concerned about being stuck in the cramped quarters then what he and I were doing. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear. "I have to see you in your pretty panties, baby."

I almost came hearing him tell me that. I squeezed his hard cock to let him know that I wanted him to see me in my panties and I needed to see his cock. Several minutes passed, several exciting minutes. When his finger began exploring my anus through my nylon panty, I nearly squealed.

The elevator began its descent once more. When it reached the ground floor people began to exit. I started to exit myself but my suitor held me back. "I'm parked in the basement garage. We'll take my car."

"What's your name?" I asked as he opened the car door for me.

"Mitch, sweet girl. What's yours?"

"johnnie, sir. Where are you taking us?"

"I've got a condo a few short miles from here," he said sliding behind the wheel.

My hand found his cock. "Hurry, please," I said as I felt him throbbing.

He escorted me through the lobby of the tall building what was once apartments. He said nothing as we entered his huge condominium. It was very well appointed. "The bar is over there," he pointed. "Fix me a scotch on the rocks and one for yourself. I'll be back in a minute."

I looked around behind his bar, found the scotch, glasses, and ice. I poured two generous single malts, placed them on coasters and loosened my tie.

Mitch returned shortly. "Good girl. But why are you still dressed, baby?"

"I waited for you, Mr. Mitch," I smiled seductively handing him his drink. He was wearing a long silk robe under which, I would wager my last dollar, he wore nothing else.

He sat watching me slowly removing each article of clothing until I got to my pants. I smiled and turned my back to him. As I lowered my pants, I bent over giving him a view of my wide round bottom in a pale rose French cut panty.

"Fucking sexy," I heard him growl.

I stepped out of my pants and turned. He saw my little boner in my panty and smiled. "Just as I thought. I knew the second I saw you, baby, you were more woman than male."

He rose and come over to me. I looked up at the handsome man as he pulled the scrunchy out of my ponytail and let my long hair from my face. "That's better," he smiled. He caressed my face, ran his large finger over my lips and whispered how beautiful I was.

I reached for his robe to untie the sash but he stopped me. "Let's not rush, baby. Let me look at you, feel you."

I stood getting goose bumps as Mitch ran his big hands over my body. "God, but your ass is so damned sexy, baby. Is this a but lift or natural?"

He was hefting the cheeks of my bottom when he asked that. "Oh, it's real, sir. I was born with this rear end."

"Oooh, God, " I moaned when he knelt and kissed my bottom through my panties. To me, it's special when a real man appreciates my panties enough to kiss me in them.

He stood and went to his drink. Taking a sip, he used his other hand to summon me to him. He walked me to the floor to ceiling window that looked out over the river. "I get lonely here, johnnie. I'm glad you agreed to join me."

We stood looking out at the view, he in his robe, me in my panties. I placed my left arm around his waist. "It's been nice, Mitch," I said while giving him a reassuring hug.

You see? That's something I learned about real men. They need reassurance. If you told them they need that, they'd deny it. But inside, letting them know they're doing everything right boosts their confidence.

His hand reached down to cup my bottom. "Baby, I hope you've used this pussy before tonight. I really want to fuck you."

Courtship between men and women is different than the courtship between a real man and a sissy. With women you wine and dine them. Maybe several times before she decides whether or not she's gonna give it up. When a real man has his sissy Dejour willingly in his home, standing beside him while wearing only panties, whether it's a first date or not, it's a foregone conclusion that the real man is going to get his rocks off. How is entirely up to that real man but the outcome has already been decided.

"I would hope so, Mitch," I breathed. "But for now, let me have what I came here for."

With that, I knelt and opened the sash to his robe. "Mmmmm," hummed as my hands slid up the backs of his sturdy legs. His cock was not quite hard but it was getting heavy. I looked up at my new friend and kissed the tip and smiled.

"Is that what you came here for, baby?"

"Not entirely," I said then raised his cock and licked his balls. "I'm here for these too."

Mitch stood there allowing me to familiarize myself with his cock and balls in front of that floor to ceiling window with the drapes open to the world. I didn't care who might see me pleasing this real man. I wanted cock and cared not the least who might see me worshipping his.

Mitch must have felt as I did. He shrugged his shoulders losing the robe and was fully naked as I worked his cock to its full majesty. He ran his fingers through my hair as I swallowed his joy stick while holding his balls. "That's my wonderful cock sucker, baby. Your man didn't have to tell you to remember his balls."

"I may have done this before, sir," I teased. I slid my lips up and down the length of his cock before lapping his big churning balls again.

"Damn girl," he groaned in pleasure. "I want to come in you, baby."

I pulled my mouth off his balls, "You will, daddy. I promise," I smiled up at him before going back to sucking his cock.

"No baby girl. Not like this. I mean this is nice and I'd love for you to finish me in your sweet mouth some time. But tonight, I want you like a man wants a woman. On her back, her legs spread, her pussy needing to be filled."

I shivered hearing him describe how much he wanted his cock in me. "You're the host., sir. I am at your beck and call," I smiled and stood up.

"We have time, my sexy bitch," he grinned. "I'd like to finish my drink and relax with you first, if that's okay?"

What woman doesn't love to hear that. Her man wants her company before taking her to his bed. My heart fluttered.

"Fix us another round, johnnie. Let's chill for a bit before we get into the main course."

I went to the bar as Mitch sat. "Damn but your pussy is sexy in pink panties, baby."

"They're pale rose, I'll have you know," I smiled and handed him his drink.

"Whatever the color, it suits you. Now tell me about yourself. Are you married?"

I told him all bout Cindy. When he asked if my being at his place instead of home would cause issues, I told him that she doesn't mind. "But if I'm going to be very late or stay out all night, she wants me to call her to tell her I'm safe."

Mitch was interested in how I came to be a sissy. I told him everything about how my wife encouraged me to suck cocks and how the evolved into me wearing panties and sometimes lingerie and make up for special people.

"She sounds very intuitive, johnnie. You're a fortunate little sissy. But tell me, are you glad are you happy to be one?"

"I thought about that for a second. "What else could I be, Mitch? I have a wonderful wife and she allows me to pursue handsome men like you."

"Ah, yes. But did you pursue me or was it the other way around?"

"You're right, Mitch. You came on to me in the elevator first. How did you know I wouldn't resist?"

"I'm not sure. I just knew you would be receptive of my advances."

"Is that what you call putting you hand in my pants; advances?" I laughed.

"It was my way of telling you I liked what I saw and felt and that I intended to have you. Men like me can sense weakness in others. We can also sense when a pretty little sissy like yourself is nearby. Your walk, the swaying of your hips. Your build, the way you wear your hair and your smile. All of that plus some other hints that are unknown to me that you exude. All of those things told me you were born to please real men. And baby, men like me know what you are. We just do."

I got up and walked to his chair. Sitting on his lap without being asked, I placed my arms around his neck. "And just what am I to you, Mitch," I whispered.

"You're a beautiful, sweet, girl who, I might add, sucks a mean cock."

Then he kissed me. Tenderly at first then growing in passion. With his large hand holding my bottom, I kissed him back enjoying the intimacy we shared at that moment. Our tongues danced with each other. His hand went to my breast. "Large fat nipples made for sucking," he sighed. Then my new friend stood with me still in his arms.

Mitch carried me to his bedroom and laid me gently on his bed. His cock was rigid, red, and ready for what I had to offer.

Mitch knelt by my feet. "Time for these to come off," he said gently pulling my panty down. I raised my bottom to help and then I was nude, my little boner slick with my own pre-cum. Mitch smiled seeing my lack of manhood. I was not expecting that. Most real men wish not to see my dick. They either have me on my hands and knees or leave my panties on when they fuck me. Mitch was comfortable in his own skin enough to allow me to be comfortable in mine.

He crawled up and over me. I welcomed his weight on me as we kissed again. Mitched reached down between us and very tenderly held my dick. "Oh, Mitch, what are you doing?"

"I don't know, johnnie. I have been with sissies before but I have never had the desire to touch them like I'm touching you."

"Tell me about it. This is the first time a man has touched me there. Please don't."

"Why baby? Don't you like it?"

"I do, Mitch. I love it. But I'm gonna cum quickly if you don't stop. I'd rather cum with you in me."

"I understand, baby." He rolled over off of me. "Get my cock wet baby girl, then let me watch us fuck from here."

We changed places and I was licking and slurping on his cock to make sure it was wet. When I was satisfied, I straddled Mitch, reached back and placed his cock at my entrance. I squatted down ever so slowly enjoying the fullness his cock gave me. Up and down, I rode his cock, Mitch using his hands to guide me. My friend decided to change positions. In some acrobatic move, I found myself under my real man. His handsome face smiled down as he slowly fucked me into a steady flowing orgasm before emptying his balls in his new sissy.

After laying in a pool of orgasmic afterglow, we cleaned ourselves and Mitch made me promise to call him as he took me to my car.

You see, that episode was a case in point that somehow, Mitch, a real man in every sense of the word, knew that I was a sissy ripe for plucking. He just knew.

I don't understand it myself but it happens more than I can remember.

Another time I was out with my wife. We sat at a table in a restaurant when this gorgeous gentleman came over and introduced himself to us. Telling us his name was Frank and asking if he could join us, he kept looking at me and sat very close. Making small talk, In no time his hand was on my thigh rubbing me, making me hard.

Cindy was watching and smiled. She knew what was going on. She's seen it before. "Frank, if you would like some private time with my husband, all you have to do is ask her. But first, tell me something. How did you know johnnie is a sissy?"

"I really can't explain it, Cindy," Frank said. "I mean I just knew. There's some vibe, an aura maybe, that a sissy gives off that lets men know she's available."

"My friend and part time lover Tom said the same thing when he surprised johnnie with her first panties."

"I don't know Tom but I like him. We have a sissy antenna in common I guess."

My wife laughed. "I guess you do at that, Frank."

"Well, baby girl, what say you? Care to spend a few quality minutes with me?" He palmed my already hard dick.

I looked at Cindy who nodded. I reached under the table cloth and grabbed his cock. "Does this answer your question?" I asked squeezing his thick cock.

15 minutes later after telling Cindy I'd be right back; I was naked but for a red thong panty in Frank's nearby hotel room sucking his very nice cock. Frank sat with a drink in one hand, his phone in the other talking to his wife who was several states away.

Frank was a gentleman. After I emptied his balls, he insisted he walk me back to my wife.

"Thank you, Cindy I appreciate the loan of your husband. She knows her way around a cock."

"You're welcome, Frank," she smiled. "johnnie has had lots of practice pleasing cocks. I still can't get over how you instantly knew she's a sissy though. I've been with her for a few years and had my suspicions but wasn't certain. Then Tom had her sucking his cock and eventually put her in panties. Only then did I know for sure."

"Sissy radar I suppose," Frank said. He squeezed my shoulder gently. "Thank you, baby girl."

"My pleasure, sir," I smiled back at him and watched him leave.

It just happens like that all the time. One time I got pulled over by a cop. Instead of asking for my license and registration, he told me to exit my vehicle. He then escorted me to his patrol car and had me get in the back. I thought I was in deep trouble for some mistaken identity or something.

I watched as he came around and slid in beside me. He took off his utility belt, opened his trousers and gave me permission to support our local law enforcement. With my face in his crotch and his hand in my pants, caressing my panty covered bottom, I got my policeman off in 10 minutes.

Sending me on my way, he smiled. "Let this be a warning to you. I see you again looking so sexy, I'm gonna fine you again."

"I hope so, officer," I smiled and got back in my Volvo. I was glad to serve and relieved that I wasn't in some kind of trouble. But how could he know just by me driving past? Real men just seem to know.

I was out of town on business once. Feeling lonely while enjoying an adult beverage in the hotel lounge, a real man approached me. Without a word to me, he asked the bartender what my tab was. The bartender told him $15.00. He tossed a $20. on the bar, took my hand, "Come with me, Miss." he said and led me through the lobby to the elevators. Once in his room, he was all real man business. "I know you're a sissy, baby girl. Let daddy see you in you panties."

"How did you know, sir?" I asked in wonder.

"Baby girl, I just knew. I saw your fat ass, your wide hips, your cute smile at the bartender and I knew I needed to have your company."

We undressed at the same time. Unlike Frank but exactly like most men, he insisted I keep my dick stashed away in my panty as I tended to his wonderful cock.

To say I saw him more than once would be an understatement. I went to his room every night after work until he left.

But women just don't see those like me as readily as real men. Maybe that's because they know sissies like me have nothing to offer them. Or maybe they are simply not perceptive to sissies.

I remember quite clearly as though it happened yesterday. My mother asked me why I seemed different than the other boys. One of my female college professors would look at me wondering until she finally got up the courage to ask if I was gay. Well, I wasn't but back then I didn't yet know myself that I was a sissy.

The older I got, before Tom convinced me to suck his cock, I liked feminine things, okay, lingerie, and panties in particular. I was drawn to those items of female clothing but had no idea why. I've said it before. When your dick feels the soft panty holding it, caressing it, hugging your plump bottom it's like a light going on in your brain. Tom knew. He just knew. He winked at my wife as I stepped into my new panties and my new future.

So, to all of you sissies out there. Understand, real men know what you are and what you have to offer them. Some will come onto you, most won't. If you see a real man eyeing you, giving you the once over and he doesn't approach you he may be too polite or shy. If he looks good to you, you might just saunter your sexy bottom over to him. Look up at his handsome face and smile. If he smiles back, take him by the hand a lead him off to where you can demonstrate your appreciation for real men. By all means, let him see you in your pretty panties. All you have to lose is your little boner.

And a parting word to those who aren't sure if they have the sissy gene or not. Try this, even if only once. Slip into some sexy panties and let yourself shine baby. There are so many wonderful cocks waiting just for you.

As always dear readers, your email and comments will let me know how you felt about this little story.