My En Femme Outings
[ Oct 28, 2010 ]
Oct 28, 2010
We were out of town for a wedding up in Chicago over the weekend. I had to
come back Austin one day sooner than my wife because I had to be back at work on Monday.
Back in Austin and home alone on Sunday night, what else to do but to spend some time being Nicole?!
I decided to go out en femme, cruise around, and terrorize the local mensfolk.
I dressed accordingly, sexy enough to turn heads (big heads and little heads),
but not enough to get arrested.
I decided on a "business lady" outfit, like this:
except with my
black patent Italian CFM pumps with lacquered red needle heel.
I loaded my purse with the usual stuff: lipstick, powder, keys, license, money, etc.
Then I threw in lube, non-lubricated condoms (for giving blowjobs) and lubricated condoms (for fucking), some paper towels;
it's always fun to pretend that I will need that stuff on my outing!
A few spritzes of Lauren perfume
made the excitement almost too much to bear!
First stop was the gas station.
There were two guys fueling up at adjacent pumps, chatting.
I picked a pump where they can get a good view of me, and took my time fueling up.
Dang, these pumps are always so complicated and takes such a long time to figure out!
When I was done fueling, rather than leaving, I wanted to give them an overtime view of me,
so I locked the car and walked across to the gas station's convenience store,
taking my time, swinging my hips, pointing my toes, swishing my arms.
When I came out, they were still there, chatting, still discreetly checking me out.
I imagined taking them out back and have one fuck me while I suck the other one's cock...
My next stop was the supermarket (H.E.B. at Jollyville and Braker), ostensibly for some hairspray,
but mostly because I knew there'd be lots of people (read: men!) there.
I was not disappointed.
As I got in a check-out line,
several men seemed to rush to get in-line behind me.
The man immediately behind me (lucky him!)
was an older man, casually dressed.
"How long are those heels?" he asked.
Figures, it takes a man to use the wrong adjective for heel height!
"About five inches," I said.
"And how tall are you?"
"Wow, that's quite remarkable! They're nice!"
By then, I had finished my check-out, so I smiled at him and left.
Thinking back though,
if I had amde a pass back at him,
for example saying:
"Thank you! They're my CFM pumps. You like?"
The conversation might have continued like this:
"Yes, I definitely like!" he says.
"I don't believe you," I laugh, teasingly. "Prove it!"
"Come have a drink with me and I'll prove it to you," he offers.
Do bears shit in the woods?!
"I'd love to!"
Girls Still Love My Boots!!!
Apr 25, 2010
It's been a while since I went out en femme, and I've been wanting to go out again
in my CFM boots,
and also to show off my tight pencil skirt paired with a motorcycle-style cropped knit jacket.
Glossy black Pretty Polly Italia pantyhose showcased
the aforementioned CFM boots, by Les Baisers Des Etoiles.
First up is a Starbucks, but not the one I usually go to.
the people there quite well.
We're on first name basis.
I am almost certain that even if I do go there,
they would not recognize me.
All the same,
the risk of being recognized is non-zero, and enjoying my outing means reducing risks.
As it turned out, this alternate Starbucks was a good choice.
There were a number of men drinking coffee and reading newspapers.
An audience! Yay!
I took extra time ordering my "grande Americano in a 'tall' cup",
I didn't want to deprive the men of a good show!
After Starbucks, I
strolled over to the adjoining supermarket, to the frozen food cases to admire my reflection in the cases' glass front.
What, me weird?
After a good while of that, I
strolled back into the Starbucks ostensibly to get a napkin, but really so I could parade past the men, again!
I think they appreciated it.
A quick stop at the
post office to check my PO box, then it was to a sporting goods store, Academy, part of a chain.
As I strolled by the BBQ grills, an older man was coming the other way.
We checked each other out and smiled.
After I got what I needed, as I was walking back out to the cash registers,
I saw the man still milling about nearby in the same area, so I decided that I needed to shop
for a BBQ grill too.
I strolled slowly among the grilles,
making sure to arch my back and point my feet a
little more than normal as
I passed by him.
"Just get two of everything. It's easier that way!" he said.
I chuckled loudly, in my femme voice of course, as if it's the funniest joke I've ever heard.
Who doesn't love their jokes laughed at?!
I needed a DVI-D cable with two male ends
("male-to-male DVI-D connectors," somebody ought to make a gay flick with that name!), so it was off
to Fry's, an electronic buff's heaven.
First thing after getting there, I needed to make a visit to the ladies' bathroom.
After I finished my "business" (done sitting down!) and was washing my hands,
I heard "I love your boots!".
It was a pretty black girl.
She works there, judging by her attire.
I looked at her and smiled sweetly and said: "Thanks, hon!"
As I milled about among the video cables, taking plenty of time studying the
I was happy to notice that the previously empty aisle was now slowly filling up with guys apparently needing
DVI, USB, Firewire or SCSI cables.
I love a big audience!
Of course, the cables that I was considering (or not
) were all on the lower shelves,
so I was bending over at the waist quite a lot.
After Fry's, it was to another fav en femme haunt of mine: the full-service car wash.
As I was waiting,
a cute girl with a curvaceous body bursting out of her tight white blouse, tight jeans,
red satin CFM pumps with chrome heels,
showing lots of toe cleavages,
came in to the waiting area.
We kinda discreetly checked each other out, the way women do.
Well OK, I needed to wipe my drool off of my tits,
but other than that, I was discreet like a woman should be.
Eventually, she came over, smiled at me and said:
"I like your boots!"
I smiled back and said
"I love your shoes, too. They're so cute!"
See how I remember to use girl-code of "cute" to mean "sexy"?
This exchange did not escape the notice of the guys towel drying my car,
so they paid extra attention when I went to my car, and were very appreciative of the nice leg show I put on getting in the car!
I needed a few bits of Asian foodstuff, so I dropped into the nearby Asian supermarket.
As I walked in, a group of Asian youngsters were hanging out near the entrance, waiting for someone.
The guys in the group checked me out pretty hard.
And got pretty hard in the process, I would surmise.
It was a bit weird, 'cause
I am at least a head taller than all of them!
Maybe they have a thing for big tall mature Asian women!
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