Femboy Martin: An Unexpected Experience [Part 2]

Martin nervously adjusted his jeans, feeling the lace of the panties slightly chafing against his skin. He stood at the entrance to the park, waiting for Jack. His heart was pounding wildly, and his mind was racing with thoughts: "What if he changes his mind? What if he doesn’t like me?" But when Jack appeared in the distance, Martin felt his body respond with a warm wave of desire.

— Hi, — Martin said softly as Jack approached.

— Hey, handsome, — Jack smirked, his gaze sliding over Martin’s figure. — So, tell me, like you promised.

Martin blushed but couldn’t hold back a smile.

— I... I’m wearing them, — he whispered, lowering his eyes. — Those panties.

Jack froze for a second, then his hands reached for Martin. He wrapped his arms around Martin’s waist and pulled him close, squeezing his buttocks over the jeans.

— Let me see, — Jack whispered, his voice low and husky.

Martin felt his body trembling with arousal, but he gently stopped Jack.

— Not here... — he whispered.

Jack laughed, but his eyes were burning with desire.

— Then let’s go to a motel.

Martin nodded, feeling his cheeks flush with shame and longing.

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At the motel, Martin immediately headed to the bathroom. His hands were shaking as he pulled out a bra, stockings, high heels, and lipstick from his backpack. He dressed slowly, feeling his body transform. When he stepped out, Jack was sitting on the bed, his eyes widening in surprise.

— God, Martin... — Jack whispered. — You’re just... incredible.

Martin smiled shyly and sat on the bed next to Jack.

— Thank you... — he whispered.

Jack ran his hand over the stockings, feeling Martin shiver at his touch.

— How do you want to do this? — he asked, his voice full of desire.

Martin lowered his eyes, his heart racing.

— I... I want to please you with my lips, — he whispered, barely audible.

Jack smiled and slowly unzipped his pants. His huge cock sprang out, and Martin felt his breath catch. Unexpectedly, the tip lightly slapped Martin’s forehead, making him flinch.

— Sorry, — Jack laughed, but Martin couldn’t look away.

He slowly leaned forward, his lips brushing against the tip, his tongue cautiously tasting it. Jack groaned, and Martin felt his own body responding.