I’ve always had a fascination with men who wear lingerie, there is nothing quite as erotic as the sight of a hard cock pressed against black lace but until now, I have never had the chance to experience it firsthand.

I had met him at MONA gallery in Hobart. We were both admiring the same work of art and started up a conversation which led to us sitting together having coffee in the gallery café. He had finished stirring sugar into his coffee when he dropped his spoon and when he bent to pick it up from the floor my gaze was drawn to what I thought was black lace peeking out from the band of his pants. I wanted to ask but didn’t know how so I started talking about erotica in art which led me to telling him how much I wanted to feel a cock pressed against lace. If I didn’t know better, I could swear I saw him flinch when I mentioned how much I craved the sight of precum oozing through lace.

He motioned for me to follow him outside where he led me to a secluded spot in the garden. The sun was shining making me feel warm and relaxed, it was a quiet day at the gallery and I knew there was nobody else around. He led me to an alcove and the look in his eye told me everything I needed to know. I stepped closer, my sensitive nose picking up on his scent and my breath started coming faster. He was bold. He took hold of my hand and pressed it against his crotch and I could feel his hardness through his pants. He seemed confident and sure of himself as he started to undo his trousers but something changed once they were undone.

Suddenly he became almost submissive, softer somehow and more sensuous. By the time his pants were off he had transformed into a goddess. My senses were confused – I was looking at this beautiful woman who was masculine and strong just a few moments before. Gone was his dominance, it had been replaced with submissiveness and I knew I had one chance to do what I had always wanted to try.

I kissed her on the neck as my hand snaked its way down her chest to the black lace that I had glimpsed earlier. I could feel her hard on pressing against my hand and to my delight, hot precum oozed from her cock. She smelled amazing, a sweet purr escaped from her lips as my thumb rolled over the tip of her cock and all I wanted to do was taste it. I knelt before her in what would seem a submissive pose but there was no doubt I was the one in control. I pressed my mouth against the head of her cock and allowed my tongue to dart out and taste her. Sweet and salty all at once and a scent I couldn’t get enough of. As much as I wanted to take her into my mouth I couldn’t turn my eyes away from her cock pressing against the lace, it was everything I had imagined and more.

She was beautiful, sensuous and somehow Graceful. I allowed myself a few moments to simply gaze upon her knowing this moment could not last, I was locking the vision of her into my memory so I could come back to it later. I allowed my hand to take in her warmth and before I knew what was happening she tilted her hips towards me as her cock exploded inside her lace panties, hot cum dripping from her cock to the grass at our feet. I expected her to sound like any other man but she stayed soft and sensual letting out a small sharp sigh instead. She pulled a pastel scarf from her pocket and wiped her leg clean before bundling the scarf and slipping it into my bag.

I helped her pull up her pants, taking my time to savour the sight before the spell was broken and I did up her buttons. She gazed deep into my eyes, a smile playing on her lips. As she slowly turned and walked away I couldn’t help but notice how Graceful she seemed, she moved with a fluid, sensual motion. As she disappeared behind the hedge I realised that I didn’t even know her name. Thinking about the qualities I could see in her, she would be forever known to me – as Grace.