FIRST TIME OUTDOORS

How my life has changed but that's for another day. I've been secretly wearing women's clothes for years in the privacy of my own home. Two years ago I felt the desire to take my fetish outdoors. I selected a quiet lane and started out with a white shirt, denium shorts, pink stockings with blue bows held up with a blue suspender belt. I figured from a distance the stockings looked like my legs and the blue accessories would blend with my shorts. I threw a rucksack over my shoulder which contained a red skirt just incase. Walking along the track I became aware od a young man behind me. I slowed to see if he would pass but he kept his distance. For some unknown reason I bent over to pick a flower showing off my ass. Walking again I came across a picnic bench and sat looking over the fields. The man came over and asked if I needed any company. Sat at my side he complemented me on my outfit saying it would've looked even better with a skirt. I told him I had one in my bag. He talked me into putting it on. I looked round then removed my shorts. his eyes focusing on the bulge in my pink panties then I slid into the skirt. I felt an amazing rush as I sat back down. The skirt had ridden up not only my stocking tops were on view but also my panties so I crossed my legs which only served to expose my thigh. 'May I'. I nodded. His hand stroked my thigh as he asked if I was ok. I wasn't really but said nothing. All of a sudden he was kneeling in front of me his hands making there way over the tops into my panties and squeezing my bum cheeks. I went to get up and as soon as my knees parted his mouth was blowing warm air through my pants onto my cock. I remember saying that I should go. He moved his mouth from my panties and one hand from my bum which found it's way into the top of my knickers, 'The word for NO is RED'. He must have read my mind ,I needed to refuse his advances and this allowed me to do so. His fingers were at the root of my shaft. 'Please stop, you shouldn't', I whimpered. He smiled as he exposed my cock and grabbed my shaft starting to stroke it. I looked down to see my foreskin retracting and as soon as my gland was fully revealed his lips clamped around it. 'OHHHH I want you to stop, please stop'. Sensations so intense wreaked havoc with my masculinity. 'Do you want me to stop'. NO, NO KEEP GOING', I pleaded. This stranger was giving me something I didn't even know I needed. My hand was on the back of his head as I fed him dinner. I watch as his tong darted all over my cock and testicles, no semen wasted. He walked me back to my car squeezing my arse and calling me a slut. Before we parted I gave him a risky blow job by the car and he gave me his number.