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Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alexander, Al for short.
I'm thirty seven years old, in moderately decent shape and the product of a
moderately conservative white suburban upbringing. Despite that I approach
life with a live and let live attitude and I try to first understand before
I decide to accept or reject a particular idea or situation. The trail that
led to this particular point in my life consisted of several independent but
overlapping occurrences. Firstly, the woman with whom I had be enjoying a
lengthy but non matrimonial relationship stated one day that she needed to
take a new journey in her life and I was not the preferred traveling
companion. She was packed and out of the house the following morning. Two
weeks after this particular body blow came the announcement that the small
company that I was working for had been purchased by a large multi national
and that changes were coming. The first change was a complete sweep of the
management chain. A new leadership team appeared and proceeded to turn the
place upside down. We were reorganized, right sized, and re-engineered and
in the process more than half the original workforce was gone and I found
myself gazing out at a new and foreign landscape. After six months of
struggling through the new way of doing business and trying to get my little
department on the right, read new, track I was approached by the new general
manager. Oh, I forget to mention, when my boss was canned they told me to
take charge of things until the new organization was in place. I was still
doing that when I was called into the GMs office.
She shook my hand and asked me to sit down. She proceeded to tell me
that I had done a great job keeping things going with all the chaos swirling
around us and had the only department that hadn't fallen behind in making
the new system work. Apparently I had managed to impress them with the way
I was feverishly treading water to keep from drowning. She then told me
that I was to be offered a promotion opportunity in one of the other company
divisions and she strongly suggested I take it. Apparently in the new
company if you didn't want to go up, you went out. I sat and thought about
what was going on out there, and what had been happening in my personal life
and decided to take the offer and see if a change of pace and place might be
good for me. I listed my house with a broker, had a sale to get rid of all
the furnishings etc and headed for my new location with just a few bags.
The company helped me locate an apartment in a relatively quiet section of
the city that was once an industrial district but had been undergoing
extensive redevelopment into apartment buildings, shopping and some
recreation facilities. It wasn't too bad.
My new job was time consuming in the beginning as I had a whole new
aspect of the business to learn but since I was promoted more for my
leadership and organizational skills I was able to get my hands around it
fairly fast and progress was soon evident. This resulted in some more free
time so I was able to divide it amongst my favorite leisure activities,
reading, hunting for books and walking. I always preferred small bookshops
to the big mega chain stores and the one big benefit of being in a city
environment is the likelihood of finding those quaint out of the way shops
and I would be out each weekend walking around looking for them. It was in
one of those shops that this tale really begins. It was several months
after I reported for duty, and it was one of my first free Saturdays since
coming here. Now the obvious thing you might say is to sit and look through
the phone book and find these places and head straight for them, but where
is the fun in that. No, I prefer to wander about looking for these treasure
troves and knowing I have a spare twenty in my shoe with my new address
written on it in case I get lost and need a cab ride home. So it was on
sunny Saturday morning that after a couple of hours of walking in the area
not to far from home, I came across "The Book Shop". It wasn't a very
clever name but it certainly covered it all. I opened the door and heard
the faint jingle of an old time door bell, as in real bell. "Cool" I
thought. It smelled like a book store should, with heavy traces of old
leather and paper, and no scented candles or any of that other claptrap the
new places have.
It was reasonably well lit, with dark wooden bookshelves and some
furniture pieces. There were a couple of other customers wandering amongst
the shelving and I began to join them when I heard a soft voice,
"Welcome to the Shop, is there anything I can help you with."
I turned around to tell the clerk I was just going to look around but
I never said it. The clerk was a very interesting looking woman in her
early thirties. She was perhaps five feet six, a slender build and delicate
facial features. She was also African American, with a smooth mocha
complexion and light brown eyes. Her hair was long and straight, which made
me think that somewhere in her past was some European ancestry, which was
not uncommon for many of the descendants of the forcibly relocated Africans.
She also wore wire frame glasses and was holding an armload of books. Her
smile was faint yet still warm and genuine.
"Um, well, I'm new in town and this is my first time here. Do you
carry just used books or new as well."
"We have both, although we don't go heavy with all the new ones but
if you need a particular title we can get anything in print in twenty four
hours. What are you interested in."
"Well, firstly I'm interested in finding a good book shop since I do
read a lot but won't have anything to do with the big chains or online
stores. As to preferred material I like history, natural science, Sci-Fi
and fantasy. I'm not much on modern popular fiction though."
"Me neither," she said with a slightly bigger smile. "We have all of
that here. History is along the back, sciences up the right side, the scifi
and fantasy third row back in the middle. Please feel free to wander
around. Call me if you need anything."
"Thanks, I will."
For the next two hours I wandered up and down the aisles. It wasn't
a particularly large place but it was well organized and space was used very
well. They really had a lot of material here and I had found several
interesting titles before I was through. I approached the counter and
noticed the other customers had left. I wasn't aware of any others that may
have come or gone but I get like that when I'm hunting. As I put the books
on the counter the clerk came around to ring them up. She wrote the titles
down in a book and rang up the prices on an old style register. No point of
purchase inventory systems here. I was certain I found my new book shop and
I said so.
"This place is really great, I'm sure I'll be back in a lot."
"Well thank you, that's nice to hear. I've worked very hard to get
it like this. I'm hoping it fills the need for customers like you that are
looking for something different." She said the last with another small
smile and since no one else was waiting she kept talking. She mentioned
that she was not a clerk but the owner. She had always loved to read and
loved books and had been working in one book store or another ever since she
got her working papers. And she didn't just work, she studied. How the
stores were run, set up, what the customers wanted and where things could be
found. She asked me if I would like a cup of coffee and I accepted. We sat
down in a little reading nook that overlooked the sidewalk and discussed
books and bookstores and life in general. I hadn't felt this comfortable in
a persons presence in I don't know how long. On several occasions more
customers came in and she would bounce up to take care of them but always
indicating I didn't need to move along. Before I knew it, it was four in
the afternoon and my stomach was rumbling. When I let go with a
particularly loud grumble her eyebrows flew up and she giggled.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry. I've kept you here so long you've missed lunch.
You must be starving."
"Oh I'm fine," I lied. I was indeed ready to eat a small cow. "I
had a big breakfast."
"Well thank you for that little white lie, but I know better. We
close at four thirty on Saturdays. Please let me take you to dinner. If
you're new in town your probably don't know all the good eating spots around
here."
"I don't know any of them. I hit the Safeway and then make my own
meals."
"Not tonight you're not. An early supper for you. I'll start
closing up now."
And so it was that at promptly four thirty we were outside the door
and the key was turning in the lock. As we walked down the street I thought
that we represented a slightly mismatched pair. At six feet two I towered
over her. My pale northern European complexion was in stark contrast to her
mild brown tone. But who cared. We talked as we walked the four blocks to
the restaurant of her choice and before we were half way there she had
slipped her arm in mine and we strolled along without a care. Well, my
empty stomach cared but that would soon be remedied. The restaurant was not
much different than the book shop, smallish, quaint with a friendly
inviting atmosphere. It was a combination of Italian and American cuisine
served at small round tables with white table clothes. The food was good
and reasonably priced and it wasn't long before the grumbles had been laid
to rest. We haggled over the check but finally went dutch and as we came
outside I asked if she lived nearby. She looked at me with a cocked eyebrow
and a slightly bemused smile.
"And why do you ask, good sir?"
"Oh well, it's getting dark and I figured I should walk you home."
"Ah, gallantry. Don't find that so much anymore. I think women's lib
has scared guys out of it. But as it happens I live exactly two blocks that
way," she pointed down the street, "and it's a very safe neighborhood, but
if you would like to accept my invitation for some coffee and desert that
would be fine too."
Of course I accepted. To this point I was merely thrilled at having
found a great place to find books and a terrific person with which to
discuss them. Now however the male mind began to more firmly assert itself
and I began to think how long it had been since I had enjoyed someone else
physically. I tried not to make too much out of it but it was enticing.
So it was that we continued our stroll arm in arm and arrived at a nice
brownstone on a tree lined block. I followed her in and we walked up the
flight of stairs to her second floor apartment. The building had been
renovated and turned into three one story apartments. Hers was spacious
and reflected the mind that had created the book shop. She took my coat and
told me to sit anywhere while she got the coffee and desert. I sat down on
the couch and looked around a bit, trying to hide my nervousness. The
comfort I previously felt had slipped a little in the presence of this new
possibility.
She came back in with a tray of coffee and small cakes. She poured
for us both and then sat down next to me. She was close but we weren't in
contact. I picked up my cup and sipped. It was good.
"No cream or sugar," she asked.
"No, didn't you notice it at the shop. I had two cups, straight. I
like it black."
"Oh you do, do you?" she smirked a little and then offered me a cake.
I accepted one and took a bite. It was delicious but also very
crumbly. A number of them had tried to escape being devoured and wound up
down the front of me. My host laughed and said,
"No matter how wonderful the man, they all seem to be a bit sloppy,"
she laughed and proceeded to brush the crumbs away. Some had fallen on my
leg and she brushed those away too. She had leaned a little closer and when
she was done she looked at me with those pale brown eyes and said,
"All better now, right?"
I simply nodded and continued to gaze into those eyes when a thought
occurred to me.
"I don't even know your name."
She brought her head up closer and said, "It's Violet." Then she
leaned in closer and kissed me. Her lips were warm and insistent. Her hand
came up the side of my neck and helped pull me closer. Through parted lips
our tongues met and did a little dance. I'm not sure how long it lasted but
when she pulled back I knew it wasn't nearly long enough. She didn't pull
back very far and about all I could see was her eyes and the upper half of
her face.
"I need to tell you something," she said softly.
"You can tell me anything you want."
"I didn't think I was going to tell you this so soon, but something
is happening here and it's something you need to know." Her eyes tightened
a little bit and I was getting a little concerned about what was coming.
"There is more to me than meets the eye." She drew deep breath. "I'm a
preoperative transsexual."
She didn't look down or away but held her eyes on mine. From that
close distance I'm sure she could hear the wheels spinning in my head as I
processed this startling revelation. There was nothing about her that could
have been a clue. Not a single masculine feature that I could identify.
Then I thought about what a great day I had with her so far, how wonderful
it had been to discuss books and writers and book stores with her. I came
here for a change and this was certainly a big one, so with a mental shrug I
let all the tumblers click into place and simply accept what was and go
along for the ride and see where it led me. To give her a reply I leaned in
and started kissing her again. I could feel her catch her breath a bit,
then let it out through her nose. Then she began kissing me back with great
enthusiasm, as if a dam had burst and she was free to express her feelings.
Her lithe arms went around my neck and her mouth was open and her tongue
made serious inroads into my mouth. It was without a doubt the most
energetic and passionate kiss I ever had. I put my arms around her and
pulled her closer, my hands running over her back. With surprising
strength, she sort of gave me a full body shove and we wound up lying on the
couch with her on top of me. My hands wandered down her back and caressed
her ass, which was firm and rounded. She began to grind her hips into mine
and I could feel my cock beginning to really respond. Again this went on
for a period of time but how long I wasn't really sure. Eventually we broke
our lip lock and she lifted her head up far enough for me to see her whole
face. Her eyes were bright and her smile was broad.
"Wait here. I have something special for you."
I bit back the obvious response of `I'm sure you do' and only said,
"I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon."
She gave me a smile, slid off and moved quickly out of the room. A
door closed down the hall and I sat back up, taking a moment to shift my
hardened cock to a more comfortable position. I saw the one clock that was
in the room and noticed it was barely seven o'clock. Around seven ten, I
heard a door open and a slow clicking come down the hall. I turned and saw
what had to be the sexiest `person' ever. It was quite a shock compared to
the conservative and demure woman I had first met but I wasn't complaining.
She was taller by about five inches thanks to the stiletto heeled straps she
wore. Her legs were encased in black nylon thigh high stockings with
elastic garters. A black lace bustier covered her mid torso and smallish
breasts. Below that was a black satin thong with a hint of a bulge. Her
hair was back over her shoulders and hung to about mid way to her butt. She
had taken off the glasses, which by the way I love on a woman, but I wasn't
going to quibble about details. She walked slowly around to the couch and I
stood up. We were about a foot apart. I slipped a hand around her waist
and pulled her the rest of the way. With the help of the heels her face was
much closer and I only had to bend my neck a bit to get back to those lovely
lips. The kissing was just as passionate as before but with much more body
involvement now. Our hands were all over each other. I made sure one hand
stayed on that magnificent ass, squeezing and fondling the firm and jutting
muscles. I also used it to pull her tight enough to me to maintain contact
as our hips ground together. Her hands were on my shoulders, my back and my
ass. Then I felt them come around and start on my shirt buttons. They were
undone in seconds and my shirt was on the floor. Next she went after my
belt and then my pants were opened and sliding down my legs. She broke lip
contact and slid down my chest and stomach, crouching at my feet to remove
my shoes and socks. I pulled off my t-shirt while she let the side of her
face rub on my crotch through my boxers. The looking up at me with those
now devilish pale brown eyes, she tugged my shorts down and sorted of cooed
as my cock bounced into view.
Now I'm no porn star but I will say that I am pretty proportional and
at six feet two that works out to about a seven inch cock, fairly meaty with
lots of veins and sleek head. My balls hang a little low and are reasonably
sized. I stepped out of my shorts and just stood there looking down at her.
She ran her fingers over my shaft and balls, still making little bird
noises. Then she licked them and then she kissed them. Then she pulled the
shaft down level and let her red wet lips slide over the tip and half way
down the shaft. As with her kiss I have never felt a better pair of lips
then hers. She began to suck with vigor and I swear my feet began to leave
the floor. She varied speed and pressure. Sometimes she would linger at the
head and stroke the shaft. Now and again she would push it flat against my
stomach and lick the underside and down to my balls. Speaking of balls,
mine were beginning to pull up and I knew if I didn't intervene I was going
to blow my load far sooner then I wanted to. So with some reluctance I
pulled out of her mouth and reached down and pulled her back to standing
position. She didn't let go of my cock though and her warm hand continued
to send little electric jolts to my spine. I kissed her again and at the
same time let my hand do a little exploration of the front of her body. I
caressed her small breasts and fingered her hard nipples through the fabric.
She moaned and squirmed and squeezed harder on my cock. I let my hand
slide down her stomach and over the shiny black satin front of her thong.
The bulge I thought I saw earlier had grown considerably. She continued to
moan into my mouth and her hand was now stroking my cock. I slipped my
fingers past the waist band pulled the fabric down to free her `surprise'.
I felt nice and warm and firm in my hand. I could tell by feel that it
wasn't very big but it would be a nice one.
I pulled my mouth off of hers and looked down. As I thought, her
cock was hard, the head shiny with some precum. The skin tone was a darker
brown and it looked to be about five inches long and maybe four and a half
around. I rubbed it and gave it a squeeze. Her breathing was heavy and we
looked at each other as we jerked each others cocks. It was at once surreal
and the sexiest thing I'd ever done.
"Please baby, let me suck you some more. I love your cock in my
mouth."
"Hmm, I was thinking the same thing. Come here."
I moved her over to the couch and lay flat out on my back. I pulled
her down so her hips were by my head and her face was right at my cock. She
immediately grabbed it and began to suck greedily on it. I continued to
play with hers for a bit and then took the plunge. I opened my mouth and
let the hard brown flesh enter it. I let my tongue slide over the head
because I always loved having that done to me. Her precum was tangy and bit
salty. I closed my lips around the shaft and began to suck my first cock.
She began to moan and pump her hips a bit. I guess I was doing okay. We
continued like this for a while, each enjoying the others oral attention. I
squeezed her ass as I pulled her all inside me. I even took the step to
finger her little bunghole and this made her squeal around my cock. Soon
enough, or perhaps too soon, I felt the inevitable begin to build. My balls
were pulling up tightly and my cock was twitching. Her hips moved more
urgently so I got the idea she may have been close as well. I began to
grunt as I felt that familiar tingle and I felt her clench down harder with
her lips and small hands. My first eruption pulled my ass off the couch and
drover my cock deeper in her mouth. Before my third shot of cum hit her
throat she began to buck and I felt a squirt of warm fluid hit the inside of
my cheek and coat my tongue. Several more followed and I resolved to not
lose a drop. We rode out our mutual orgasms and then just melted back into
each other and the couch. I swallowed what cum had dripped into my throat
but left the rest on my tongue. I felt her slide around and climb up on top
of me. Her lips clamped down on mine and our tongues met again mixing and
sharing our cum. We continued to kiss for a few minutes and then she pulled
away and looked at me.
"Hmmmm, that was one for the books. Ready for the next chapter?"
I could only grin in response.
I'm thirty seven years old, in moderately decent shape and the product of a
moderately conservative white suburban upbringing. Despite that I approach
life with a live and let live attitude and I try to first understand before
I decide to accept or reject a particular idea or situation. The trail that
led to this particular point in my life consisted of several independent but
overlapping occurrences. Firstly, the woman with whom I had be enjoying a
lengthy but non matrimonial relationship stated one day that she needed to
take a new journey in her life and I was not the preferred traveling
companion. She was packed and out of the house the following morning. Two
weeks after this particular body blow came the announcement that the small
company that I was working for had been purchased by a large multi national
and that changes were coming. The first change was a complete sweep of the
management chain. A new leadership team appeared and proceeded to turn the
place upside down. We were reorganized, right sized, and re-engineered and
in the process more than half the original workforce was gone and I found
myself gazing out at a new and foreign landscape. After six months of
struggling through the new way of doing business and trying to get my little
department on the right, read new, track I was approached by the new general
manager. Oh, I forget to mention, when my boss was canned they told me to
take charge of things until the new organization was in place. I was still
doing that when I was called into the GMs office.
She shook my hand and asked me to sit down. She proceeded to tell me
that I had done a great job keeping things going with all the chaos swirling
around us and had the only department that hadn't fallen behind in making
the new system work. Apparently I had managed to impress them with the way
I was feverishly treading water to keep from drowning. She then told me
that I was to be offered a promotion opportunity in one of the other company
divisions and she strongly suggested I take it. Apparently in the new
company if you didn't want to go up, you went out. I sat and thought about
what was going on out there, and what had been happening in my personal life
and decided to take the offer and see if a change of pace and place might be
good for me. I listed my house with a broker, had a sale to get rid of all
the furnishings etc and headed for my new location with just a few bags.
The company helped me locate an apartment in a relatively quiet section of
the city that was once an industrial district but had been undergoing
extensive redevelopment into apartment buildings, shopping and some
recreation facilities. It wasn't too bad.
My new job was time consuming in the beginning as I had a whole new
aspect of the business to learn but since I was promoted more for my
leadership and organizational skills I was able to get my hands around it
fairly fast and progress was soon evident. This resulted in some more free
time so I was able to divide it amongst my favorite leisure activities,
reading, hunting for books and walking. I always preferred small bookshops
to the big mega chain stores and the one big benefit of being in a city
environment is the likelihood of finding those quaint out of the way shops
and I would be out each weekend walking around looking for them. It was in
one of those shops that this tale really begins. It was several months
after I reported for duty, and it was one of my first free Saturdays since
coming here. Now the obvious thing you might say is to sit and look through
the phone book and find these places and head straight for them, but where
is the fun in that. No, I prefer to wander about looking for these treasure
troves and knowing I have a spare twenty in my shoe with my new address
written on it in case I get lost and need a cab ride home. So it was on
sunny Saturday morning that after a couple of hours of walking in the area
not to far from home, I came across "The Book Shop". It wasn't a very
clever name but it certainly covered it all. I opened the door and heard
the faint jingle of an old time door bell, as in real bell. "Cool" I
thought. It smelled like a book store should, with heavy traces of old
leather and paper, and no scented candles or any of that other claptrap the
new places have.
It was reasonably well lit, with dark wooden bookshelves and some
furniture pieces. There were a couple of other customers wandering amongst
the shelving and I began to join them when I heard a soft voice,
"Welcome to the Shop, is there anything I can help you with."
I turned around to tell the clerk I was just going to look around but
I never said it. The clerk was a very interesting looking woman in her
early thirties. She was perhaps five feet six, a slender build and delicate
facial features. She was also African American, with a smooth mocha
complexion and light brown eyes. Her hair was long and straight, which made
me think that somewhere in her past was some European ancestry, which was
not uncommon for many of the descendants of the forcibly relocated Africans.
She also wore wire frame glasses and was holding an armload of books. Her
smile was faint yet still warm and genuine.
"Um, well, I'm new in town and this is my first time here. Do you
carry just used books or new as well."
"We have both, although we don't go heavy with all the new ones but
if you need a particular title we can get anything in print in twenty four
hours. What are you interested in."
"Well, firstly I'm interested in finding a good book shop since I do
read a lot but won't have anything to do with the big chains or online
stores. As to preferred material I like history, natural science, Sci-Fi
and fantasy. I'm not much on modern popular fiction though."
"Me neither," she said with a slightly bigger smile. "We have all of
that here. History is along the back, sciences up the right side, the scifi
and fantasy third row back in the middle. Please feel free to wander
around. Call me if you need anything."
"Thanks, I will."
For the next two hours I wandered up and down the aisles. It wasn't
a particularly large place but it was well organized and space was used very
well. They really had a lot of material here and I had found several
interesting titles before I was through. I approached the counter and
noticed the other customers had left. I wasn't aware of any others that may
have come or gone but I get like that when I'm hunting. As I put the books
on the counter the clerk came around to ring them up. She wrote the titles
down in a book and rang up the prices on an old style register. No point of
purchase inventory systems here. I was certain I found my new book shop and
I said so.
"This place is really great, I'm sure I'll be back in a lot."
"Well thank you, that's nice to hear. I've worked very hard to get
it like this. I'm hoping it fills the need for customers like you that are
looking for something different." She said the last with another small
smile and since no one else was waiting she kept talking. She mentioned
that she was not a clerk but the owner. She had always loved to read and
loved books and had been working in one book store or another ever since she
got her working papers. And she didn't just work, she studied. How the
stores were run, set up, what the customers wanted and where things could be
found. She asked me if I would like a cup of coffee and I accepted. We sat
down in a little reading nook that overlooked the sidewalk and discussed
books and bookstores and life in general. I hadn't felt this comfortable in
a persons presence in I don't know how long. On several occasions more
customers came in and she would bounce up to take care of them but always
indicating I didn't need to move along. Before I knew it, it was four in
the afternoon and my stomach was rumbling. When I let go with a
particularly loud grumble her eyebrows flew up and she giggled.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry. I've kept you here so long you've missed lunch.
You must be starving."
"Oh I'm fine," I lied. I was indeed ready to eat a small cow. "I
had a big breakfast."
"Well thank you for that little white lie, but I know better. We
close at four thirty on Saturdays. Please let me take you to dinner. If
you're new in town your probably don't know all the good eating spots around
here."
"I don't know any of them. I hit the Safeway and then make my own
meals."
"Not tonight you're not. An early supper for you. I'll start
closing up now."
And so it was that at promptly four thirty we were outside the door
and the key was turning in the lock. As we walked down the street I thought
that we represented a slightly mismatched pair. At six feet two I towered
over her. My pale northern European complexion was in stark contrast to her
mild brown tone. But who cared. We talked as we walked the four blocks to
the restaurant of her choice and before we were half way there she had
slipped her arm in mine and we strolled along without a care. Well, my
empty stomach cared but that would soon be remedied. The restaurant was not
much different than the book shop, smallish, quaint with a friendly
inviting atmosphere. It was a combination of Italian and American cuisine
served at small round tables with white table clothes. The food was good
and reasonably priced and it wasn't long before the grumbles had been laid
to rest. We haggled over the check but finally went dutch and as we came
outside I asked if she lived nearby. She looked at me with a cocked eyebrow
and a slightly bemused smile.
"And why do you ask, good sir?"
"Oh well, it's getting dark and I figured I should walk you home."
"Ah, gallantry. Don't find that so much anymore. I think women's lib
has scared guys out of it. But as it happens I live exactly two blocks that
way," she pointed down the street, "and it's a very safe neighborhood, but
if you would like to accept my invitation for some coffee and desert that
would be fine too."
Of course I accepted. To this point I was merely thrilled at having
found a great place to find books and a terrific person with which to
discuss them. Now however the male mind began to more firmly assert itself
and I began to think how long it had been since I had enjoyed someone else
physically. I tried not to make too much out of it but it was enticing.
So it was that we continued our stroll arm in arm and arrived at a nice
brownstone on a tree lined block. I followed her in and we walked up the
flight of stairs to her second floor apartment. The building had been
renovated and turned into three one story apartments. Hers was spacious
and reflected the mind that had created the book shop. She took my coat and
told me to sit anywhere while she got the coffee and desert. I sat down on
the couch and looked around a bit, trying to hide my nervousness. The
comfort I previously felt had slipped a little in the presence of this new
possibility.
She came back in with a tray of coffee and small cakes. She poured
for us both and then sat down next to me. She was close but we weren't in
contact. I picked up my cup and sipped. It was good.
"No cream or sugar," she asked.
"No, didn't you notice it at the shop. I had two cups, straight. I
like it black."
"Oh you do, do you?" she smirked a little and then offered me a cake.
I accepted one and took a bite. It was delicious but also very
crumbly. A number of them had tried to escape being devoured and wound up
down the front of me. My host laughed and said,
"No matter how wonderful the man, they all seem to be a bit sloppy,"
she laughed and proceeded to brush the crumbs away. Some had fallen on my
leg and she brushed those away too. She had leaned a little closer and when
she was done she looked at me with those pale brown eyes and said,
"All better now, right?"
I simply nodded and continued to gaze into those eyes when a thought
occurred to me.
"I don't even know your name."
She brought her head up closer and said, "It's Violet." Then she
leaned in closer and kissed me. Her lips were warm and insistent. Her hand
came up the side of my neck and helped pull me closer. Through parted lips
our tongues met and did a little dance. I'm not sure how long it lasted but
when she pulled back I knew it wasn't nearly long enough. She didn't pull
back very far and about all I could see was her eyes and the upper half of
her face.
"I need to tell you something," she said softly.
"You can tell me anything you want."
"I didn't think I was going to tell you this so soon, but something
is happening here and it's something you need to know." Her eyes tightened
a little bit and I was getting a little concerned about what was coming.
"There is more to me than meets the eye." She drew deep breath. "I'm a
preoperative transsexual."
She didn't look down or away but held her eyes on mine. From that
close distance I'm sure she could hear the wheels spinning in my head as I
processed this startling revelation. There was nothing about her that could
have been a clue. Not a single masculine feature that I could identify.
Then I thought about what a great day I had with her so far, how wonderful
it had been to discuss books and writers and book stores with her. I came
here for a change and this was certainly a big one, so with a mental shrug I
let all the tumblers click into place and simply accept what was and go
along for the ride and see where it led me. To give her a reply I leaned in
and started kissing her again. I could feel her catch her breath a bit,
then let it out through her nose. Then she began kissing me back with great
enthusiasm, as if a dam had burst and she was free to express her feelings.
Her lithe arms went around my neck and her mouth was open and her tongue
made serious inroads into my mouth. It was without a doubt the most
energetic and passionate kiss I ever had. I put my arms around her and
pulled her closer, my hands running over her back. With surprising
strength, she sort of gave me a full body shove and we wound up lying on the
couch with her on top of me. My hands wandered down her back and caressed
her ass, which was firm and rounded. She began to grind her hips into mine
and I could feel my cock beginning to really respond. Again this went on
for a period of time but how long I wasn't really sure. Eventually we broke
our lip lock and she lifted her head up far enough for me to see her whole
face. Her eyes were bright and her smile was broad.
"Wait here. I have something special for you."
I bit back the obvious response of `I'm sure you do' and only said,
"I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon."
She gave me a smile, slid off and moved quickly out of the room. A
door closed down the hall and I sat back up, taking a moment to shift my
hardened cock to a more comfortable position. I saw the one clock that was
in the room and noticed it was barely seven o'clock. Around seven ten, I
heard a door open and a slow clicking come down the hall. I turned and saw
what had to be the sexiest `person' ever. It was quite a shock compared to
the conservative and demure woman I had first met but I wasn't complaining.
She was taller by about five inches thanks to the stiletto heeled straps she
wore. Her legs were encased in black nylon thigh high stockings with
elastic garters. A black lace bustier covered her mid torso and smallish
breasts. Below that was a black satin thong with a hint of a bulge. Her
hair was back over her shoulders and hung to about mid way to her butt. She
had taken off the glasses, which by the way I love on a woman, but I wasn't
going to quibble about details. She walked slowly around to the couch and I
stood up. We were about a foot apart. I slipped a hand around her waist
and pulled her the rest of the way. With the help of the heels her face was
much closer and I only had to bend my neck a bit to get back to those lovely
lips. The kissing was just as passionate as before but with much more body
involvement now. Our hands were all over each other. I made sure one hand
stayed on that magnificent ass, squeezing and fondling the firm and jutting
muscles. I also used it to pull her tight enough to me to maintain contact
as our hips ground together. Her hands were on my shoulders, my back and my
ass. Then I felt them come around and start on my shirt buttons. They were
undone in seconds and my shirt was on the floor. Next she went after my
belt and then my pants were opened and sliding down my legs. She broke lip
contact and slid down my chest and stomach, crouching at my feet to remove
my shoes and socks. I pulled off my t-shirt while she let the side of her
face rub on my crotch through my boxers. The looking up at me with those
now devilish pale brown eyes, she tugged my shorts down and sorted of cooed
as my cock bounced into view.
Now I'm no porn star but I will say that I am pretty proportional and
at six feet two that works out to about a seven inch cock, fairly meaty with
lots of veins and sleek head. My balls hang a little low and are reasonably
sized. I stepped out of my shorts and just stood there looking down at her.
She ran her fingers over my shaft and balls, still making little bird
noises. Then she licked them and then she kissed them. Then she pulled the
shaft down level and let her red wet lips slide over the tip and half way
down the shaft. As with her kiss I have never felt a better pair of lips
then hers. She began to suck with vigor and I swear my feet began to leave
the floor. She varied speed and pressure. Sometimes she would linger at the
head and stroke the shaft. Now and again she would push it flat against my
stomach and lick the underside and down to my balls. Speaking of balls,
mine were beginning to pull up and I knew if I didn't intervene I was going
to blow my load far sooner then I wanted to. So with some reluctance I
pulled out of her mouth and reached down and pulled her back to standing
position. She didn't let go of my cock though and her warm hand continued
to send little electric jolts to my spine. I kissed her again and at the
same time let my hand do a little exploration of the front of her body. I
caressed her small breasts and fingered her hard nipples through the fabric.
She moaned and squirmed and squeezed harder on my cock. I let my hand
slide down her stomach and over the shiny black satin front of her thong.
The bulge I thought I saw earlier had grown considerably. She continued to
moan into my mouth and her hand was now stroking my cock. I slipped my
fingers past the waist band pulled the fabric down to free her `surprise'.
I felt nice and warm and firm in my hand. I could tell by feel that it
wasn't very big but it would be a nice one.
I pulled my mouth off of hers and looked down. As I thought, her
cock was hard, the head shiny with some precum. The skin tone was a darker
brown and it looked to be about five inches long and maybe four and a half
around. I rubbed it and gave it a squeeze. Her breathing was heavy and we
looked at each other as we jerked each others cocks. It was at once surreal
and the sexiest thing I'd ever done.
"Please baby, let me suck you some more. I love your cock in my
mouth."
"Hmm, I was thinking the same thing. Come here."
I moved her over to the couch and lay flat out on my back. I pulled
her down so her hips were by my head and her face was right at my cock. She
immediately grabbed it and began to suck greedily on it. I continued to
play with hers for a bit and then took the plunge. I opened my mouth and
let the hard brown flesh enter it. I let my tongue slide over the head
because I always loved having that done to me. Her precum was tangy and bit
salty. I closed my lips around the shaft and began to suck my first cock.
She began to moan and pump her hips a bit. I guess I was doing okay. We
continued like this for a while, each enjoying the others oral attention. I
squeezed her ass as I pulled her all inside me. I even took the step to
finger her little bunghole and this made her squeal around my cock. Soon
enough, or perhaps too soon, I felt the inevitable begin to build. My balls
were pulling up tightly and my cock was twitching. Her hips moved more
urgently so I got the idea she may have been close as well. I began to
grunt as I felt that familiar tingle and I felt her clench down harder with
her lips and small hands. My first eruption pulled my ass off the couch and
drover my cock deeper in her mouth. Before my third shot of cum hit her
throat she began to buck and I felt a squirt of warm fluid hit the inside of
my cheek and coat my tongue. Several more followed and I resolved to not
lose a drop. We rode out our mutual orgasms and then just melted back into
each other and the couch. I swallowed what cum had dripped into my throat
but left the rest on my tongue. I felt her slide around and climb up on top
of me. Her lips clamped down on mine and our tongues met again mixing and
sharing our cum. We continued to kiss for a few minutes and then she pulled
away and looked at me.
"Hmmmm, that was one for the books. Ready for the next chapter?"
I could only grin in response.
