Damsel in Distress – Sissy Thanks Good Samaritan ♕

 Damsel in Distress

Damsel in Distress – this Sissy thanks a good Samaritan. Earlier I had taken a long, luxurious bath and gotten myself smooth and silky.  Spent an hour on my nails painting them “ravishing red” and found the perfect lipstick to match. Dressing in the lacy purple bra and panty set, I next rolled on a pair of silky, white stockings that made my legs look a mile long and slipped into a beautiful dark red cocktail dress. Found my favorite hairstyle, a beautiful blonde long wig that cascaded down to the middle of my back.  I was ready to go . . . for a drive.

 A Sissy still in the closet

Yep, that’s me and pretty much the most adventurous thing I do outside of my home when dressed like a sissy slut would be to take a car ride to the lake. I just like to take a walk in my beautiful outfits. Not quite ready to greet the world in my sissy gear, but I’m bold enough to be outside. This night the moon was full and the air chilly. I was quite happy and aroused until I got back to the car, turned the key, and heard . . . . nothing. It didn’t start.

Damsel in Distress – oh fuck

Now, what do I do?  As I leaned against the car in tears, I’m startled by a voice behind me. “Can I give you a hand?” Turning around, I see a good-looking guy about 40 years old in a red truck. He got out and popped the hood and offered to let me sit in the cab to stay warm. I could see his eyes running over my red lips down to my sheer white stockings and finally down to my leather pumps. OMG, this damsel in distress was turning this guy on!

I climbed into the truck

making sure he got a good look at my legs as I swung up into the cab. Something was happening to me, in that instant, I transformed from a guy dressed up as a gal to a real, complete, sexy, and extremely horny woman. I was beginning to enjoy being this damsel in distress sissy slut.  He came back over to the truck and bounded into the cab with a big grin on his face. You are all good to go, he said. I reached over into my clutch and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill to thank him. He put his hand back over mine and gave it a tiny squeeze, said no go. This good Samaritan was flirting with me!

Looking deep into his eyes, placing my hand right at the top of his thighs I told him wasn’t leaving this truck until I could find some proper way to thank him and give him the Ride of My Life.

Damsel in Distress – Rescued

He said maybe we can figure something out. My hand was acting of its own accord, running up and down his incredibly impressive bulge. We turned onto a side road and that’s when the woman in me took over. I unbuckled, unzipped, and unleashed the object of my desires. Finally. A lady doesn’t dish on details, but let’s just say that a dick-sucking, cum-swallowing she-cat was born that night.