Microfantasy Monday, week 58 : roles reversed

Thanks as always to Ang, the Sweltering Celt, bringer of weekly Microfantasy Monday goodness.  The theme this week is Role Reversal.

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I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head, seriously questioning my agreement to her.  However, as much as I didn’t want to be seen in public like this, I wasn’t going to back out of it now.  That’s one of the things she counts on, my almost pathological inability to back down from a dare.

How many times had I sung the praises of butch chivalry from the side of the butch?  Too many times to count and she’d finally turned to me, challenge in her eyes, and said “I guess I won’t know until I try it.”  I agreed at the time, not realizing that it wasn’t just an offhand comment.  That was months ago, and in the time between that conversation and now, she’d been steadily whittling away at my resistance.  And here I was, loosening another button to expose more cleavage and inspecting my eyes carefully, worried that the mascara would get into my eyes and irritate my contacts.  I rubbed my chin, marveling at it’s smoothness and stepped back to see the whole effect.  Skirt, hose, dressy boots.  I glanced down ruefully, wondering how long it’d take for my leg hairs to grow back.

I heard a gasp behind me.  She’d cheated and snuck in to get a peak.  I turned around and my jaw dropped as well.  She was stunning in my dress shirt and tie, and I grinned as I glanced down to see the bulge.   Her long blond hair was pulled up and tucked under a fedora, her eyes smoldering from under its brim.

Words spilled from both of us in a rush, tumbling over each other in our haste.

“Oh, love!” … “Damn, you’re sexy…” “.. I had no idea ..”  “Wow”

With difficulty, I held myself in check, and in moments she was pulling me against her.  I could feel her cock pressed against my groin and her hands tightly gripping my arms.  She uttered a half groan, half growl that connected with my cunt, causing my knees to weaken.  She lowered her head, clearly aiming for my exposed chest.

I leaned away from her, giving her a reproving look, “Slow down, tiger, I’ve spent an hour making this happen, at least do me the favor of taking me out for a while and show me some of that butch chivalry before you ravish me.”

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