Dirty Tranny gang bang

Deep breath Charlotte, step into the night air and strut your stuff girl.

This is what I was born to do; I snuggle into my short white fleecy coat as my 5” platform heels click on the pavement. Glancing down I can see my shapely stocking clad legs and, the all important, ankle bracelet glitter in the light reflected from the street lamps.

It is not quite 8 pm as I walk the short distance from my hotel to the pre-arranged meeting place just outside the pub near Tower Bridge.

Two men walk past; mid thirties and well dressed, they have both been looking at me for some time, surreptitiously but I have seen them look at my legs, my knees and thighs showing as my coat parts as I walk towards them. I make sure that the hips are moving in a nice sexy sway, the feet placed gracefully and elegantly one in front of another; stomach in and tits out! They have looked at the blonde hair in an upsweep at the back and tendrils framing my beautifully made up face, the large gold hooped ear rings and the glittering nose stud, the thick long eyelashes fluttering as I glance at them with a smile on my face. A moment’s eye contact and they are passed. Did they realise? Who knows? Perhaps in that last moment they noticed the larger hands than most girls have? Perhaps not! Does it matter – certainly not to me; in some ways that it is part of the buzz that the realisation comes just as they pass me! I hope they looked back and saw the beautiful barely black, fully fashioned seamed stockings with the re-enforced heel. Maybe later they will wank themselves silly at the thought of this attractive girl actually really being a bloke?

No sooner have they passed then there is a singleton guy walking towards me; beanie hat pulled over his ears, tight jeans, trainers and earphones – he glances but is clearly immersed in other things. Then a lady in her mid forties – she doesn’t even glance my way but proceeds quickly onwards towards the bus stop at speed as a bus approaches so that she can board it.