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This story contains solo masturbatory acts involving an adult male, and is day #20's entry for Kinktober. Today's kink is Crossdressing, and comes to you thanks to Elbrar! :3

Dressed to Impress

Christ, I'm pretty.

Call me arrogant. Call me selfish. Call me whatever you want. If you saw me, if you saw how I looked right now, you wouldn't judge. You'd just nod your head as you started to unbuckle your belt and tug off your shirt, ready, willing, desperate to do whatever the hell I asked you to do to me.

Dressing up feels so good, and it looks even better. I think a lot of people would be all about the mirror at times like this, watching themselves, drinking in every last little motion of their body and the clothes adorning it so sexily. I don't blame them. I'll probably pay the mirror a visit before too long. But... right now, all I need to do is to feel the soft, delicate straps of this sun-dress against my shoulders. Feel that light material brushing against my body... my stiff nipples, my sleek stomach, my cute little ass. All I need to do is look down, and see the front of my dress sticking out where my cock is rising up, twitching and already dripping with how turned on I am, and it makes it even worse. Even better, should I say. Hotter. Sexier. Fuck, I'm amazing.

Okay, fine. Maybe a mirror would be pretty cool right now.

There I am. Oh fuck. Fuck.

Black and red fur, the deep royal blue of this dress works perfectly against it. It's such a light little scrap, so summery and cute. And the panties... god, I wish I had breasts so I could have worn the matching bra. Let me turn around. Tail up, twitching as it lifts the back of the dress. Bend over, and... yeah, there it is. Waving gently from side to side, I wonder, can you get hypnotised by your own ass? If you can, those panties must be the key. Pure white. Frilled at the edges. Made for a woman who wants to play up that they're all sweet and innocent, but knows they're gonna be showing their underwear off to someone. Nothing innocent about that, or about me.

I want more. I need more, but... I want to enjoy this. To make it last. There are chores to do around the house. Things that I can do all dressed up, that'll be a thousand times more fun than if I did them in jeans and a t-shirt. Every step I take I can feel the panties rubbing my balls, cupping them tight in a way that only underwear made without accounting for a bulge of any sort permits. My cock is still rock hard, sticking up, sticking out, lifting the front just enough to always remind me that it's there, the soft fabric brushing the tip, my pre soaking into it. God... I can already see a little dark, wet spot.

I wash the dishes, the perfect, sweet little housewife with my tail waving high up into the air and my panty-clad ass on show.

I vacuum the floors, swinging my hips, biting my lip as my cock is teased by the squeezing waistband of my panties and the delicate material of the dress against its head.

I slip out into the back yard, running barefoot out onto the grass, and spin in a little pirouette, dress lifting almost enough to show off everything, before dashing back inside with my heart pounding. No-one saw me, I know, and I'm glad. This is just for me. Not for them. Not for you. Not for anyone else. But fuck, it's exciting. It's a thrill like no other. To be dressed like this. To know how I look. How looking like this makes me feel. I almost want others to see. To know. And to know exactly what I'm going to do, thinking about their eyes all over my cute, dressed up body.

Back to my bedroom now. Time for the real fun to begin. And okay, fine, I admit it, back to the mirror too.

I smooth out the front of my dress, and of course I touch my cock with every stroke. I thrust my hips out, and watch the bulge in the front of the fabric twitch in the mirror's flawless reflection. I honestly feel like if I had the patience, if I sat here and just stared long enough at my cock throbbing and my pre-cum oozing out into the dress' fabric, I could get off. No touching at all. Just staring at my cock trapped under that dress until I blew. But... let's face it, I know I don't have the patience for that. Edging, waiting... it's all well and good. God knows I'd get worked up and hot as hell if someone dressed me up and told me to walk around like this, but demanded I not touch myself all day long. But left to my own devices? No matter what I think I want, it's gonna end up quantity over quality any day.

Lifting the front of my dress, I get a glimpse of my cock. Sticking almost straight up, pinned against my belly by the waistband of the panties. Most of the pre has been wiped off onto the dress itself, but not all of it. I can see it glistening. So hot. As I watch, another couple of droplets form and roll down the underside of the head. I can't resist. I reach out, and I grab not at the shaft itself, but at the panties. I hook a finger under the fabric, and though it's already stretched out by the presence of my balls, I tug it upward. I stretch it tighter and tighter, until at long last I'm able to slip it up and over the head of my cock completely. I lock my manhood away, out of sight, but lift the front of the dress higher. I let myself look... let myself stare at that delicious bulge as it twitched and bounces and fights to get free. Almost immediately, I see a new dark spot. I see my pre beginning to soak through the silky cotton blend, and I feel my head spin with desperate excitement as a single thought consumes me.

I'm naughty. Such a naughty lady. Getting all wet, soaking my panties. So naughty. So lewd.

So fucking hot.

I rub at the front of my panties. I can feel my cock straining. It wants to be free. Wants me to grab it. Stroke it. It wants something to fuck, and I want to give it something to fuck so badly. But no. I need to stroke and rub it through my underwear, because I'm not a guy with a rock hard cock right now. I'm a naughty lady with panties getting wetter, stickier by the second. I can barely tear my eyes away from the crotch of my panties, but whenever I do, I see a trembling body in the most adorable sundress. I see a shoulder strap falling loose down over one arm, the loose fabric revealing one stiff nipple upon my flat chest. I see things that make me cry out. That make my whole body shake.

I...

Oh god.

I feel like I'm close. I... I rub at the front of my panties faster. I sqeeze. I tease. I... fuck. Fuck, I can't hold on much longer. I'm right on the edge. Oh god. O-ohh... oh my god... I'm so naughty. So cute, and naughty, and hot... and...

Ah.

Ahh-aaaah...

I'm... yes.

Yes.

Oohhhh... g-god... yes... a-all over my... i-inside, so... so naughty... so... n-nhhhaaahh...

So good...

By Jeeves

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