Part of my job is to travel to cell phone towers and fix any problems they might have. I enjoy it but am on call most weekends. Now I consider myself ...a man in public but at home I love dressing up as a slutty tramp. I love the feel of lingerie on my body. I had a few experiences with a man but it was mostly mutual masturbation. My crossdressing is a secret to everyone except the few I have met online.Most Friday nights me and the coworkers go out drinking. Just a bunch of guys out having a good. She dropped me home and left for hers. All the way we didn’t speak a word. I reached home. Sat for a while and messaged Reena.Me: Sorry to ask you wrong question or a very personal question.Reena: It’s okay. I understand.Me: Are you okayReena: Come down I am coming to pick you up. Don’t ask any questions. Just come down.Me: (shocked) Ok.I went down the building and there she was in 5 minutes. I sat in the car and she started to drive with complete silence. We drove to an isolated place. She. YES she screamed at the top of her lungs, leaped up and jumped on him forgetting about the tray with breakfast on her lap. He took the ring and put it on her finger, a perfect fit he grinned. How did you get the right size? I have my ways he laughs. She was straddling him on the floor next to the bed, he rolled over so she was under him and kissed her like he has never before. His hands roamed over her soft toned body like the first time they had touched. Up over her firm yet supple double D. For Joe the air in The Butterfly Suite was almost static with sexual energy. Spectacular women in high heels and wraparound, strapless dresses were eyeing men over cocktails or swaying daringly to Night Fever on the dance floor. He paid for a whiskey and soda at the bar and set off around the club at a nonchalant stroll. The evening was still only getting underway and he had plenty of time to seek out exactly the right girl. It was a luxury that came with his level of attractiveness, combined.