’ ‘I understand, and I’m not offended. But you do have to wonder with what I saw the last couple of nights if everyone got the word.’ ‘Yea...h, no shit!’ We were still laughing as we got to the stand and placed our orders. After picking up our food, we wandered back to the same bench to eat, making casual conversation along the way. I finished first and dumped my trash in a nearby container. I had also gone without breakfast and the casualness of our chat had made me forget about the usual. It’s coming, slowly. I suck some more, and my dessert is served. It’s out - out, but in, in my mouth. I moan, she turns her head to see me – to see it? It’s here, right now, this day that I have fantasized about for so long. Does she know, could she know how long? I close my mouth around it and move it around with my tongue. My cock is hard, my own arse pulsing at the thought of what I have just done, a fantasy lived.There’s more coming, soft nuggets caught now in my hands, each piece like. .I lose a lot of money playing video poker. Well there I am with my beer and sandwich, and I glance toward the entrance just as she's strutting toward a table.Convincing she was not, a crossdresser without question. But pretty, really pretty. And the way she walked, shit, I was getting hard just watching her. She wore a tight black miniskirt, sheer stockings over sexy clean shaven legs, and a nice pair of heels. And man could she walk. I was in trouble.The crowd was buzzing, and it was about to. "Do I need draw you a picture of that? Stomach to stomach, breast to breast, we slid against each other, laughing like silly teenagers as we did it. It was like a hands-on wrestling match, trying to see who could smear the most clay into the best places. It was so erotic that we began to moan in unison. "Pull your knees up," I said."Why?" she asked, her eyes just glistening with erotic excitement. "Just do it, please...for me?"She pulled her knees high over her chest so I could grind my wet.