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Several years ago, I was asked by a major latex clothing designer, to model for her latex- wear catalog. I had done it once before, with my then girlfriend, Karen, so I had no reluctance to doing it again. This time, I again agreed to do it, as it was so much fun wearing all those hot, skin-tight outfits, especially under the blazing studio lights.Teamed with me this time was Samantha, a very attractive girl of mixed parentage. Her Father is an American, her Mother is Japanese. Samantha is a head computer programmer for a major NYC bank, and travels all over the world to attend to the software issues of the banking chain. She lives in Manhattan, and at the time was about 29 years old.We spent most of Saturday posing for the photographer, changing outfits, laughing, and getting very sweaty in the process. After the shoot, Nancy, the photographer, sort of threw us together, when she told me that I should,“Take this poor girl out to eat. She must be starving after all this work.”Certainly, I didn’t mind, as she was very attractive and fun to be with. She agreed at once, and we set off to a nice bistro on the Upper East Side. Samantha, being a devotee of latex wear, asked Nancy if she could borrow the red latex catsuit, black latex opera cape, gloves and boots she was currently wearing,”Absolutely, girl,” she said.”Go for it,” and off we went to eat.I had already changed back into my black leather codpiece jeans, tight leather shirt, a Brando style motorcycle jacket and knee high lace up boots that I had worn to the shoot. Being a boot-fetishist, I always loved any excuse to gender bend and wear sexy, girl’s boots with my outfit. The taxi ride to the restaurant was very interesting, as the East Indian driving the taxi couldn’t take his eyes off of Samantha, in his rear-view mirror. More than once, I thought he was going to kill us all.At the restaurant, we got a great table, as the Maitre’ D’ was struck by Samantha’s exotic looks and sensual clothes. We talked, joked, and generally had a wonderful time exchanging stories and our life history. She was totally comfortable wearing nearly full latex in public, the only part not covered was her head. The warmth of being inside the restaurant, on a humid summers evening, was obvious in her face, with little rivulets of sweat regularly kocaeli escort trickling down her face, as we ate. I asked her if she was hot, and she only smiled and said that she was, “Wonderful.”She told me that she had been a devotee of latex wear for several years, and wore it whenever the opportunity arose, especially in public places. She said that she met the designer of the clothes two years ago and became great friends; her photo shoot was the third she had done for her, and she loved every second of it. She said she was a true fetishist, and even wore latex panties under her work clothes. She mused that the only thing that would be better was that if I were wearing latex also.I told her, “Next time.”She said that she would hold me to the promise!Her life was exciting, having visited many foreign countries, far away places, and having grown up, mostly in Japan. She moved to the U.S.A. with her parents when she was 16 years old, and settled in San Francisco, where her father was an executive of a major bank in Japan. She told me that after graduating with her Master’s degree at the age of 23, she moved here to NYC, to take her current job.After dinner, we decided to walk back to her town house rather than take a cab. As we walked, it was obvious that she was totally enjoying the stifling July heat, encased in her latex outfit. I could see the rivers of sweat running down her face, onto the latex catsuit. We walked for quite some time and finally wound up at her home on East 63rd Street. We exchanged soulful good-night kisses, and agreed to go out on a real date the next Saturday night. During the next week, we talked on the phone several times, small talking, exchanging ideas about new outfits to try on, adventures to live out, and so forth.The chemistry was bubbling over between us. Saturday night came ever so slowly, it seemed. I spent most of the afternoon deciding what to wear for her visual enjoyment, finally settling on black latex boot-leg jeans, a blue latex poet’s style top with full, loose sleeves, tight cuffs and a large open-necked collar. I made sure that I had black latex gloves on under the cuffs of my shirt, a pair of latex butt plug briefs on, under my jeans, with the requisite amount of lube for a nice squishy feeling. For shoes, kocaeli escort bayan I chose black four-inch heel, cowgirl boots with sliver trim, to finish off the outfit. I had worn girl’s shoes and boots several times before, and loved the sensuality of it.Arriving at her home, I was all tingly and excited about our date. As I walked up the stairs of the town house, she appeared at the door, apparently having been looking out of the window, for my arrival. As she opened the door, I saw an absolutely beautiful sight to behold. She was wearing a crimson-red latex, bell sleeve cropped top, that covered her hands completely, showing only a bit of the black latex gloves she had on underneath. Her flared and pleated, black latex, mini-skirt was so short, that if she didn’t have black latex tights on underneath it, she would never be able to sit down. Her shoes were crimson-red, platform, ankle-strap pumps with at least a 6″ inch heel and 2″ platform. Around her neck, she wore a laced up neck-corset, made of white and red latex that covered her entire neck, making turning her head a bit difficult at the very least.”WOW,” she said, “You look hot, boyfriend!”I was too awe struck to say anything.I smiled and thanked her, taking her hand in mine, as we walked down to street to our dinner. She had chosen a local Japanese restaurant that was only four blocks away, so walking was not only easy, but also fun, as we got so many inquiring looks from everyone that saw us. At the restaurant: she spoke only in Japanese to the staff, getting us a secluded booth, far in the rear of the dining room. Once settled in, she refused the menu, opting to order in her native language from memory.Being very impressed, I congratulated her, hoping that we wouldn’t get some crazy concoction of food. As the waiter left: she snuggled up next to me and began running her hands all over my outfit, admiring and caressing it with her gentle touch. As her hands reached my waist, she smiled and said that it seemed that I was enjoying myself, as my crotch was bulging from my engorged cock. Feeling the softness and squishiness of my crotch, she said,“Latex panties and lots of lube?”“Yes,” I shook my head.“Good boy,” she replied, “Hope you’ve got lots of stamina and are ready for a fun night, boyfriend.”With izmit escort that she grabbed my cock through my latex pants, and began to slowly and deliberately massage my cock. She repeatedly masturbated me nearing the point of no return, stopping just short of climax. The sexual tension was making me crazy; she loved every second of it, laughing quietly, as I went through my agonies. Bending forward to my face, she kissed me passionately, and said,“This is it, lover,” as she gave me a throbbing climax that nearly made me faint.I could feel the stream of hot cum shooting into my shorts, as it seemed to never stop flowing. She didn’t stop kissing me until I was fully spent, and then sat back smiling, as we awaited dinner.“Don’t even think about going to the men’s room to clean up”, she said. “I want you as sticky as I am right now.”The rest of dinner went wonderfully, the food she had selected was great, and after diner, she suggested that we go to her favorite dance club.We hailed a cab in front of the restaurant, and went to the East Village, where we stopped at a club called, “The Cat Club”. The doorman knew Samantha, and we walked right in, avoiding the velvet rope lines. Inside the packed club was filled with some very exotic looking people, crazy, outlandish outfits, and lots of over the top dancing and carrying on. We found two of her friends, and sat down to try and talk, over the din of the music. Her two friends were of mixed origin, part Oriental and part Caucasian, as she is. Soon we were joined by a third girl, blonde and quite tall, wearing the highest heels I had ever seen. She was literally standing on her toes in her boots. Her purple spandex micro dress, and obvious lack of underwear, made all the statement that was necessary.After talking for a while, the subject of conversation changed around to sex and dating, the first Oriental girl, Mai Lin, was strikingly exotic, with long black hair, severe bangs, and a tiny, pink leather dress, that barely covered anything. The second, Nikki, wore tiny jeans hot pants covered in rhinestones, a titty top that was once a white tee shirt, before the razor blade cut it to ribbons, and hot-pink ankle boots. She and her friend Nikki congratulated Samantha on finding me, and went off to dance together.“What do you think about her?” Samantha asked me. ”She used to be a boy before her changes.”“She’s really hot looking,” I answered. “Do you mean that she is a “T” girl?”“Yes, she is, she was born a male, but has transitioned to a super-sexy female,” Samantha replied.

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