Making Dreams Come True

Making Dreams Come TruePart TwoAs my December college break approached, my mind began to wander from my studies. My feminine side seemed to beckon me. The only catch in my lusty goal to become an exotic dancer was the expectation that Pierre had put forward to me. He wanted me to perform on both Friday and Saturday nights, the two biggest nights at his club.The simple reality that I had two classes on Friday and a five-and-a-half-hour drive to Montreal would definitely require me to adjust. There just wasn’t enough time for me to check in to my hotel, get dressed and made up and then jet off to the club. It seemed quite a whirlwind, so I knew the simple solution. I would cut my Friday classes!I had already had everything organized and packed earlier in the week. I slept fitfully on Thursday night, so I got up early. I put my two girly bags of luggage into my car and wasted no time in driving north to Canada. I was at customs by nine AM. Fortunately, I had minimal difficulty crossing the border. I was in Montreal by noon! It was too early to check in to my hotel so I touched base with Pierre. He answered my call immediately, asking where I was.He seemed thrilled that I was already in town and he graciously invited me to his home. Thankfully my GPS navigation helped me find his street. The West Montreal area where he lived was quite elegant and upscale. I rang the doorbell as my male self. Pierre was quick to answer. He hugged me giving me a kiss on each cheek. Montreal was like being in Europe!He kindly invited me in, making me feel very welcome. We sat opposite each other as he poured me a drink. He asked me about my drive. He knew I had been practicing my dance and asked if my level of confidence for tonight was good. I expressed some doubts but wanted to perform. He knew that public dancing was a first for me. He soon offered me a second drink. I think I was already a bit tipsy already having only snacked for food on the drive.Pierre was so kind and friendly. I was incredibly flattered as he offered me a bedroom for me to stay in – in his home. He showed it to me on the second floor. It isvecbahis was really nice, with pretty pink walls and decorated in very modern black and grey accented furnishings. This was far better than most hotel rooms I had ever stayed in. At his suggestion, I called and cancelled my hotel reservation.He suggested we get my things and he took me outside and he showed me a better space to park my car. He then helped me by carrying my two bags for me! Even though I was my guy self, he made me feel taken care of. He took my bags up into the bedroom as I sat and sipped my drink.He came down and we sat again. I expressed my nervousness about the evening and my choreography. I did explain that I felt good about my routine and that I felt that though it may not seem super professional, it would, hopefully, be entertaining. “Do you want to show me, Cari?” Pierre asked with a genuine sense of sincerity. I smiled and was honestly excited by his question. “Yes, if you can give me time to get made up and ready, I’d like your opinion, Pierre,” I said enthusiastically.He showed me upstairs again showing me a large bathroom adjoining my room. It was modern and stylish with a big jet tub. The wall was highlighted by mirrors that were wide, tall, and lighted, perfect for doing my make-up. Pierre asked me if I was hungry and said he would order some Mandarin food for us. Already I felt so quite comfortable with Pierre. He seemed like such a gentleman. I was truly excited about getting made up and showing him my dance routine!He also was comfortable with me. He said I was a quite handsome young man and I guessed that he was perhaps gay or bisexual. I blushed, knowing that the owner of an LGBT club had at least either seen or experienced some very interesting things in his lifetime! His acceptance of diverse things was obvious, given his ownership of the alternative nightclub and the like he had shown for me when we had first met.I had already shaven my body smoothly the night before and did a quick touch-up with the razor to my face. I applied my make-up using all the many tricks that I had learned over the isveçbahis giriş last two years of being out in public. I finished my now very pretty face with a dark shade of bright red lipstick and quickly brushed out my shoulder length and recently bleached blonde hair. I felt great and looked like a quite sexy girl, at least to myself and my reflection.My outfit was almost ridiculous in both function and appearance. It was nothing but a green-coloured minimalistic harness that exposed my entire body including my breasts. Barely covering my seven inches of male-hood, I certainly had to tuck myself to appear all female. I took some of the stretchy medical tape that I took for this purpose and did my best to tape my hardness between my legs in concert with the tiny panty bottom of the outfit.I looked at my incredibly sexy and suggestive reflection. I was now implicitly aware that I would be virtually naked in front of a man that I really didn’t know in but a few seconds. I was going to dance in front of him, ending my routine in a nearly naked state. I think I knew how this might end. I’d be lying if I wasn’t being a little hopeful as well! I found Pierre attractive the minute we had met a month ago. His handsome face, perfectly tailored suits and refined elegance had me very smitten with him!I then took a black, waist-length and tight-fitting tapered jacket, putting it over my almost purely nude body as a teasing cover-up. I didn’t want to be completely forward! I turned the music selection that I had chosen on my phone and danced a few notes. I smiled at my reflection, feeling excitement and happiness. It was time, and Pierre had me feeling both comfortable and confident in myself. I added some elegant perfume as I giggled to myself! I was now very excited to dance in front of Pierre!In my five-inch high heels and my show outfit, I carefully paraded down the stairs. My lithe body felt incredulously feminine. I felt naughty too. Realizing that was probably hoping for more than just dancing for Pierre, I used my most overt and sexy sway and walk towards him. He was waiting and sitting isveçbahis yeni giriş in the large living room. His smiling face had me feeling rather proud of myself. Pierre’s first words had me blushing. “You look so hot and so sexy Cari! You are such eye candy that they’ll love you for sure, pretty girl!” He said enthusiastically.Blushing further, I turned on my music on my phone.  My dance was a blur as I was soon seductively tossing my jacket midway in my dance, leaving my writhing, flowing body in near-complete nakedness. I was lost in the femininity and joy of my sensual ballet-like swaying. I finished with a flair with both hands over my head and then concluded with a cute, almost shy curtsey. I was being enthusiastically applauded! “Bravo” Exclaimed Pierre. I was grinning from ear to ear. There was now no doubt that my routine was adequate!Pierre stood, came over to me and he hugged me. “Perfect,” he said. My coat was long gone following my striptease and I was virtually naked against him. I was smitten. I was suddenly feeling inflamed and even crazed. Instinctually I went to my knees. I looked up at his handsome face and rubbed his crotch! I almost couldn’t believe my forwardness. I felt so sexy and I was now in such need. I felt hardness beneath his pants! His wide-eyed smile told me everything was about to be even more than okay!I unzipped his suit Pants. I was perhaps too eager and too hasty but I had been subliminally thinking about him for weeks. Becoming a dancer had been my goal, but I knew that right now, I most surely wanted him! I never met a man who would walk away from me now. I was certainly confident now! I found his shorts and felt his hardness. He helped, exposing his huge, thick, pre-cum oozing manhood as I was wide-eyed. It was stunning in length, thickness and shape.I was rather greedy you might say. In seconds, I had him in my lips and mouth. I was voracious. My behaviour was much like that of a person who had been wandering the desert without water for days! He tasted incredibly good. His size, thickness and large mushroom-shaped cock head is just the kind of challenge I love! He was thick, at least eight inches long and his oversized cockhead was soon at the back of my throat. I heard him groaning and now I was enthusiastically taking the lead in one of my favourite traditional dances!