This is a sweet nice tale involving mild cross-dressing; there is no nastiness. Just a tale I wrote 4 years ago that I have updated.

 

A Grateful Gal

by Jimrossi

 

I had just finished my workout at the local gym, now I have to say like almost everyone else I am a little overweight but I think I look good. Well it was a cold night, damn cold I will tell you. As I walked down the street I noticed a woman struggling to change a tyre on her car, I watched for a few minutes deciding either to help the poor woman out with my masculine power or let her suffer whilst I ran home to the warm cold empty bed. My warm hat and gloves roasted my hands and head nicely.

The gentleman in me won through, so jogging as best I could on the icy surface I reached this poor woman's car. In this day where an offering male hand may be deemed as derogatory, demeaning to women or a threat of a molester, I tentatively asked if she needed a hand. This innocent act was met with not an accepting smile as I hoped but a raised car tool. Seeing this I backed off and was ready to leave, not in hate at her actions for I understood her fear but to preserve my own safety from the metal tool. Backing away from her, I merely suggested that I may be of some assistance and I was no threat. Also adding that if she wished for me to help I would so as she stayed in the car.

"Please come back sir, I apologise. I would certainly appreciate your help," she shouted with an icy back mist exiting from every word.

I returned to her asking her to stay in the car, placing my gym bag in the car, as I went to work attempting to remove the wheel nut. Sometimes the brain breaths false ambition, removing the one nut took a full ten minutes, still there was 4 more to remove. My gloves had broken due to the stress of my actions, so with bare hands and in a rush the nuts were removed in a mere thirty minutes.

Twice I slipped on the ground as my anger loosened the final nut, now was to change the wheel which seemed easier said than done. Frozen hands do not aid the lifting of a heavy tyre, still with anger I manoeuvred the replacement on to the car. Inside the car boot I noticed shopping bags, paying no attention to these bags I continued with my duty. Forty minutes had passed since my act of heroism, checking the car I saw no one in the car, where had she gone and left me alone as I changed her tyre?

Questions were to be answered immediately, she returned with another in tow carrying the elixir of frostbite - a simple basic cup of hot coffee.

"Please come in the car for a while to warm up, there's a cup of coffee for you" she insisted ever so sweetly.

I entered the car, taking the back seat, due to my many falls I was soaked through, clutching the cup of coffee was impossible due to my frostbitten hands, well not quite frostbitten but close enough for my liking.

"Here I'll help you with it, open up now" she seductively advised.

Pouring the coffee down my throat warmed me up; her eyes facing mine warmed my senses. No longer covered by long woollen coat, I saw her beauty in full, dressed in pink leggings, pink angora jumper and white trainers.

"My name is Samantha Stevens, what's yours?" she asked.

I introduced myself and eye contact was made again for only a few seconds.

"Oh look you're wet through, if you go out like this again you'll catch flu and I couldn't live with myself again" she softly spoke.

I tried to argue that if I changed into my gym clothes I would slip again and would be in the same state after finishing the tyre change but she would have none of it.

"Don't argue with me. You can change there in the back, I won't LOOK" said with a menacing grin.

Attempting to remove a large belt buckle and soaked jeans with fingers that still did not work was difficult. Removing my drenched t-shirt now stuck to body damned impossible, seeing this she offered help.

"Here let me help you" taking a place beside me in the back seat removing my leather jacket. "Wait there I have scissors" she added.

I wondered why she needed scissors but soon found out the answer when my soaking t shirt was cut from me, needless to say my nipples were erect. Brushing these ever so briefly brought a shiver of excitement to my shrivelled penis. This would soon grow as her hands glanced at the Harley Davidson belt buckle before undoing it from its holder.

"Now lift your bottom whilst I get these wet jeans off you" as she slowly brought down the zipper starting to remove my jeans.

I did indeed lift my bottom as the jeans were removed followed by the boxer shorts, to cover both of our embarrassments a blanket was placed over my waist stopping all further interaction.

With my hands warm enough to continue I changed into new socks, boxer shorts stored in my gym bag, placed my gym trousers on with a jumper. Placing my trainers on me with renewed energy and warmth I ventured into the still freezing weather to finish my task. Tightening the wheel nuts in place seemed easy however every time I turned the nut it became stuck. Using lubricant helped but it still took an hour to tighten the nuts, release the car jack and complete what I had promised. All this was intermixed with my comedic unintentional yet painful soaking falls to the ice.

Yet again I entered the car to a further cup of coffee, warm dryers and an even warmer if not smile from Samantha.

"Oh my God, you're soaked again. If you become ill I will never forgive myself," she fretted.

I tried to reason it out that if she could drive me home, I would change into warm clothes there and would not disturb her night further. Alas and thankfully for me she was insistent on another change of clothes, now I wondered how that could be done as my clothes were sopping wet from my recent activities. But undeterred she went to boot taking a bag to the back seat telling me she would find a private place where I could change then she would drive me home.

The drive to an alley in a nearby forest area was short, in all that time my hands were on the fan trying to get circulation in my fingers, some came but it would take time. Parking the car in the most private area she suggested I go to the back seat where she would help me change saying she was extremely grateful for my help. All of this was said with a knowing lustful smile on both faces.

"Wait, don't try to undo the clothes, let me show how grateful I am, raise your arms to get that wet sweater off" she insisted sweetly.

I raised my arms exposing my bare nipple-pointing chest. Bringing her mouth to my chest she blew on my nipples make my body tingle with pleasure but then halted just as I wanted more.

"Just like last time raise your bottom so those wet clothes can come off" she said as her hands slowly but definitely removed my wet trainers, socks. Next she took her hands to my waistband of the gym trousers and boxer shorts removing in an instant. Through of this her mouth crept ever nearer to my now attempting to raise penis.

"Right then, its time to get you dressed. Before we dress you we had better warm you up" spoken into my ear as she took my fingers on both hands taking them into her mouth sucking them warm.

Let me tell it was not only the heat of the fingers that rose.

 

"They say the Eskimos stay warm on cold night by pressing their bodies together. I don't know about you but I would happier if we did that, then you would warm up quickly" spoken innocently as a flower as her hands, then chest joined mine.

Heat blossomed from our joined chest as her ample breasts pressed erect nipple to nipple. Still my penis was shrivelled, despite this intimate interaction but that would soon be rectified.

"Oh look, you're still not warm, I guess we had dress you. Close your eyes and dream of something hot " spoken like I was a Sindy doll.

I did and the thought was of her naked joined me in sexual ecstasy. Pulling the bag towards her she reached in grabbing several items.

"First to dry you off," she said as her hands towelled my legs, chest and remaining regions.

"Now your feet" these words spoken as her mouth dropped down to suck every toe, kissing every inch to my below my knees.

"I'm afraid all I have is these woollen socks, I hope they fit you" spoken to my groin area as she pressed the socks up my feet to just below my knees. Warm and toasty was the only description I say of my now covered toes, my eyes thought of Samantha and me in my bed continuing our sexual adventure.

"Now your top, ooh look at your nipples, they look cold, lets cover them shall we" whispered to each nipple. Taking a satin camisole top, it was draped over my arms over my shoulders.

The top felt smooth and luxurious, such feeling only heightened my intimate dreams.

"Oh they still look cold, well here is an jumper, that will go on last. First we have to dress your little legs" spoken as her head dropped down clutching a few items.

"Stay still now and lift your legs" as her mouth kissed the direction of the silk panties now being passed up my legs stopping at my thighs. "Now your trousers" as her hot breath directed the tracksuit bottoms up my legs again halting their progress by my thighs.

"Now let me show how grateful I can be. My your waist still looks cold, lets see what we can do shall we?" Every word I reheard in my head as her mouth every inch of thigh up to my testes.

Stopping in that spot was torture. "Keep your eyes closed and just enjoy the ride" hushed directly to my thighs. As I imagined in my head her placing her mouth around my penis so did her mouth physically start to drop onto to my rising penis. Moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded with an almighty bliss filled blowjob, for five minutes such bliss continued until the sound of car horn broke my concentration but not hers.

"Hush baby, keep your eyes closed, nothing to worry about" with this comforting word I closed my eyes as her mouth continued its sexual motion.

Then in an instant the sexual motion halted, keeping my eyes closed I wondered what had occurred to halt such pleasure. Sounds of elastic being pulled down followed by a new pressure on my groin but an exciting pressure. Taking a mounted placement she placed my penis on her vagina starting to lower herself down and down holding at the penis base for a few seconds.

"In front of you is a prize, suck and enjoy," whispered as her body pressed to my mouth. Facing my open eager moth stood proud and erect was her ample beautiful breasts. As she rode me I suckled like a baby on overdrive.

Throughout all of this she controlled me like a referee controls a football game, every time I came close to climax she halted bringing me to control.

For thirty minutes she rode me as I suckled her breasts, each breast getting equal time from my mouth. I knew I would come soon so did she so in an instant she dropped her body down taking her hands to the panties as her mouth resumed the exquisite blowjob.

"Thank you for your help, I truly appreciate it, lift your arse" such words spoken as I felt the pre cum leave my penis and the panties rise to my waist snapping into place as the cum hit the silky panties.

"Open your eyes kind sir" as soon as her words exited I resumed sight to find her sitting my side with breasts out for attention, such breasts in which I suckled seconds before.

Then I looked down and saw a pink camisole top, pink socks, pink tracksuit bottoms and stained silk pink panties - all on me. As she dressed herself, she passed me a pink angora jumper matching hers; in fact our outfits were exactly alike. A matching pair of sexually satisfied strangers.

On my feet were to be a pair of pink (what else) trainers, these I gratefully accepted? As she drove me to my flat she told me to place my hand on her vagina, without any hesitation I felt the evidence of her satisfaction. On the drive home it was agreed that she would wash and dry my wet clothes, when washed she would return them to my flat. Contact details were exchanged. In return I would do the same and return the compliment.

Exiting the car grabbing my less heavy gym bag, I waved farewell to my stranger friend in my new pink outfit covered by my leather jacket. Entering my flat I slumped into bed without undressing and had the greatest dream of our future meetings.

  

  

  

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