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Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2007 18:21:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Gary Fox <destressguy@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: She Was a He
A true story by Gary Fox
She was a He
A true story
I was recently divorced, 39 years of age and living in an
apartment in Sydney's inner eastern suburbs not far from
the famous red light district of Kings Cross.
After two failed marriages, I was footloose and fiance
free and as lusty as a rampant bull on speed. I chased
after anything wearing a skirt as long as it was female.
This is not say that I was homophobic. Far from it. I
have many homosexual and lesbian friends whose company I
enjoy but, like many heterosexual men, found the idea of
same sex encounters as somehow distasteful ( no pun
intended.) In other words, I didn't give a damn about
what they did together as long as they didn't ask me to
join in.
One night I took myself to Sydney's famous drag
spectacular, Les Girls, to enjoy dinner and watch the
performances of friends I knew in the show. I always
enjoyed these evenings for the gorgeous costumes,
outrageous humour and the great fun these talented people
projected. After the show, feeling a mite lonely and not
wanting to go home, I repaired to the disco above the
show lounge. Being a Saturday it was packed as usual
with gays, lesbians and heteros and the floor was jammed.
I danced with a couple of girls, neither of whom
responded to my approaches and settled on a stool at the
bar content to watch the action. It was while I was
downing my fourth ( or was it my fifth?) scotch that I
saw her. This beautiful young woman with auburn hair to
the shoulders, a magnificent figure and perfect looking
breasts that were not too large to be real and not to
small to go unnoticed. She had blue eyes and a full and
generous mouth. She wore a tight, sequined top that
allowed her nipples to show tantalisingly and a short
skirt that gave occasional glimpses of her thighs. My
heart missed a beat as I stared at her, drinking in her
appeal. She must have been aware of my attraction
because she glanced at me and gave a small but
appreciative smile and the slightest of nods.
Instinctively, I knew this was not the time to rush in
like a love-strapped teenager so I stayed glued to my
stool and waited. I waited nearly an hour, nursing my
drink, anxious not to appear out of control. Eventually
she appeared beside me. "Is this stool taken?" she asked
with a smile. "It is now," I replied. "May I buy you a
drink?"
" A gin and tonic would be welcome," she grinned. "Why
don't we take our drinks to that banquette over there and
have a chat?"
My heart leapt at this opportunity to be relatively alone
with her and we settled into the banquette, facing the
floor and started chatting.
As the night wore on we danced some more but his time
closer. I could feel her breath on my neck as I held her
that little bit closer and gently kissed her ear lobe.
She responded by moving her hips into mine and kissing my
cheek. We returned to the banquette and, as we talked,
she placed her hand on my thigh in a gesture of intimacy
and promise. I used a single finger to stroke the back
of her hand as we talked. I don't recall one word that
we spoke and I doubt she could either as we drowned in
the pools of desire in each others' eyes. I leant forward
and lightly kissed her lovely, full lips and felt her
tongue flick across the inside of mine.
"My place is just round the corner," she breathed. I
responded, "Mmmmmm."
I had a problem with standing now as the bulge in my
trousers was becoming obvious. Fortunately, the lights
were dim enough to save me embarrassment and we left,
hand in hand to go to her apartment.
It was a very feminine place, nicely decorated and
tastefully furnished. Scatter cushions on the lounge and
chairs and a large, shag pile rug over the centre of the
carpet and a large, antique doll occupying an armchair.
She put on some slow, seductive music and murmured, "
Back in less than a minute. Make your self as comfy as
you feel like being."
She was a good as her word because by the time she
returned in a sheer negligee that left little to the
imagination, I had only removed my shoes and jacket and
was admiring some slightly erotic artwork she had hanging
on the wall. She walked towards me with a smile that
sent electric shocks all through my body. My heart beat
faster and I resisted the temptation to lick my dry lips.
I had no saliva anyway. She wrapped her arms around my
neck and we kissed deeply as her hand wandered down to my
crotch. "Ohhhhh," I groaned as she quietly revolved her
hand over my trousers, teasing my throbbing prick. I
kissed her neck as my hand slipped inside her negligee
and started to caress her nipples. Now it was her turn
to groan. I moved the shoulder of her garment off her
shoulder, lowered my head and took her nipple in my
mouth, lashing it with my tongue. By now she had my fly
undone and her hand was stroking my stiff shaft.
Breaking off, she took my hand and led me into her dimly
lit bedroom. As I removed my trousers she leant over me
and took my shirt off, kissing my spine as she did so.
By now I was ready for anything, willing myself not to
cum. I laid her down, opened her negligee and buried my
head between her breasts as my hand caressed her belly.
As I started to slip her panties off I suddenly felt
something hard. It was a cock!
I thought I could always tell a shemale - knowing so many
of them - but this girl was something special. I had no
idea until that moment. I momentarily checked my
movements.
"It's OK, " she whispered. "Nothing's going to hurt
you." She stroked my head and offered her nipples to my
lips. I was confused, reluctant yet strangely excited.
For the first time in my life I found myself actually
wanting to touch another man's genitals. My erection
grew even harder at the thought of it. She gently took
my hand and placed it on her cock. To my surprise it felt
beautiful. I moved my lips to her mouth, placed my naked
body onto hers and started to stroke her cock. I have
never been so sexually aroused as I was at that moment.
My balls were overwhelmed with the feeling of desire to
the point of pain. She moved my hand back to her breast,
manoeuvred our cocks to lie between us and we kissed,
cock on cock; hers against mine and hard on my belly.
"Oh, God," I breathed. "That is so good."
She started to writhe under me as she wrapped her long
legs round me
"Love me, baby. Love me," she sighed.
I groaned, "I want to. I want you so much but I don't
know how. Show me, darling. Show me how to love you."
She leant over to the bedside table to get what I now
realise was lubricating gel and placed her hand under
herself to lube her pretty ass. Then, lifting her legs
up high she took my throbbing cock and guided my engorged
knob to her pussy hole.
"Press, sweetheart, press hard," she told me.
I did as she asked and felt the head of my cock pop in to
her sweet ass. She tightened her sphincter muscle round
my helmet and I gasped with the ultimate pleasure of it.
I slowly slid my entire length into her, gazing into her
lust filled eyes as I did so. With my pulsating dick
deep in her ass I leant over and kissed her. Never have
I known such ecstasy, such excitement. Never have I been
so sexually aroused. I started to fuck her gently as she
moved under me, hungry for every centimetre of my cock.
I moved my weight onto my left hand so I could stroke her
cock against my belly as I fucked her. I felt as though
we were floating. Floating on a cloud of desire and
arousal. Every pore of my body tingled with my need for
her and, transiently, my love for her. The pain behind
my balls was getting beyond tolerance. She must have
felt the same as we were both crying out our extreme
pleasure. He nails dug into my shoulder as my cock
started to spasm inside her, my balls getting tighter and
tighter. I felt her cum on my hand and realised she was
about to cum simultaneously. Her cock jerked in my hand
as I screamed at the painful joy of my ejaculation,
pumping my cum into her loving ass. Her cock spurted
lovely, sticky cum all over my belly.
When we were spent, we lay with her in my arms as I
kissed her brow and the bridge of her nose, then the tip.
I moved on to smother her dear face in tiny kisses on
the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her ear, her chin and
her lips. She offered a finger to my lips and, as I
took it in my mouth, I realised she had taken some of her
cum from our bellies and I was tasting it. I found it
delicious. Sweet and salty at the same time. "More," I
murmured. She did as I asked and I took more cum off
her finger and, keeping it on the tip of my tongue,
kissed her so we could share the beauty of her essence.
I awoke with a start and realised it was nearly dawn so,
slipping my arm from underneath her, I quietly dressed
then leant over and kissed her brow as she lay sleeping.
I lifted the covers and gently kissed her cock, letting
the tip of my tongue linger on her slit. Then I covered
her up and walked slowly home thinking about the
awakening I had experienced.
She moved soon after that and I never saw her again but
think of her often. Soon after that I re-married and for
12 years never returned to the scene of my ultimate joy.
I was thoroughly heterosexual again . until I met this
very attractive young man who turned me into a committed
cock lover. But that's another story. ("Another form of
cruising" and "Cruising just got better")
Hope you enjoyed this trip down my Memory Lane. If so,
please drop me a line at
destressguy@yahoo.com.au