Crossdressing and Voyeurism
I’ve secretly crossdressed since as early as I can remember, firstly with my mother’s underwear, stealing panties whenever I got the opportunity and gradually building up my collection until I was able to buy my own, not inconsiderable secret stash.
As I got older, I found risky crossdressing in public places a massive turn-on and developed a special interest in voyeurism.
Some of my most erotic memories are of being parked next to a couple having s** in their car, with me stripped down to my lingerie playing in time to them and climaxing with them.
Later on in life, when I had friends stay over, I’d silently dress in sexy lingerie and lie in bed hoping to hear them have s**, it was and still is a huge turn-on for me.
I later bought a cheap room bug from eBay so I could listen more intently to my guests having s**, the quality was amazing, you can hear even the slightest breath!
Now, my rooms are all rigged for listening and towards the end of the evenings when I have visitors, I usually put on a sexy basque under my normal clothes so I’m prepared for bedtime.
If I’m feeling particularly h****, I attach my suction cup d**** to my headboard and lube it for immediate use.
Normally, within a minute of closing my bedroom door I’m stripped off and on my hands and knees, d**** just touching my ass, waiting for the s** noises to start so I can imagine it’s me getting f***** as I slide it inside.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a friend stay over for the weekend and by around 11pm we were both quite drunk and ready to call it a night.
I’d been feeling brave earlier in the night and was wearing a red basque under my shirt and jeans with matching panties and stockings for most of the night which really made me squirm.
Just before bed, I decided on a risky change of undies and put on a white Rago six-strap girdle, full satin panties and new white lace-top stockings.
I was going to leave it there but decided to add rather stiff longline bra too to complete the look.
Everything showed through my shirt so I slipped on a hoodie and ventured back to join my friend.
I thought everything was fine until we called it a night and he gave me a drunken hug.
I could feel his hand touch my thick bra strap through my hoodie and his hand trace it up over my shoulder when we parted.
He then patted me right on top of my bra twice before saying he was going to turn in for the night.
Nothing was ever mentioned but I knew he knew as when I went to my room, under a bright light, my bra was completely obvious, pushing through my hoodie.
My desire for risky crossdressing seems to be getting stronger, I’m writing this wearing a red basque and I’m about to drive to some forest car parks, strip down and take some pictures!