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Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 14:39:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: Melissa Carmichael <sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: One Night In San Francisco
I was only nineteen when this happened.
I was in San Francisco, playing guitar with a rock
band who I won't name. After the show I was back at my
hotel and I got a strange phone call.
It was from a guy who had been in the audience at our
show the previous night. He said he had seen me on
stage and thought I was nice and he really wanted to
meet me!
Maybe I should explain that I have very long brown
hair, I am skinny and quite feminine looking for a
boy. My name's Chrissie.
I was a little nervous about meeting this guy, but he
sounded nice.
He invited me to his house, it was on State street I
remember.
His name was Sandy.
When I got there I rang the bell not knowing what to
expect. The door opened and this pretty girl greeted
me. As soon as she spoke I knew she was a boy. I
wondered what I had let myself in for, but I was
strangely excited.
Sandy was wearing a short black skirt and black nylon
stockings
and a peach-coloured chiffon blouse. He had beautiful
blonde hair, long and wavy. His body was slim and he
had long, sexy legs.
He gave me a glass of white wine and we sat and talked
for a while. He had a beautiful face like a girl, with
big blue eyes and soft, red lips. He must have had
hormones
because he had lovely rounded, sexy little breasts.
He said he had watched me playing on stage and he
thought I was beautiful. He kept telling me I was
pretty. He loved my long hair.
I was flattered. I told him I thought he looked like a
very sexy girl and he loved that.
He kept stroking my hair. It felt nice and I let him.
He asked me if he could kiss me. I said OK and he gave
me a sweet little kiss on my mouth. It was lovely. He
kissed like a girl, really softly.
We spent a long time kissing. It was so exciting
kissing him, knowing he was a boy.
We drank more wine and just kept on kissing and
kissing. He told me I was delicious. He really made me
feel good.
It felt incredible just kissing him. We were kissing
with our
tongues in each other's mouths, licking each other's
lips. He had bright red lipstick on and after about an
hour we had kissed it all off. I loved his mouth, it
was so full and soft, very sexy.
As we were kissing I felt his breasts. They felt so
beautiful, small but so soft and round like a teenage
girl's. He wasn't wearing a bra and he sighed as I
slipped my hand inside his blouse and felt them naked.
I unbuttoned his blouse front and pulled it wide open
so I could look at his lovely breasts and kiss them.
I took off my shirt and we sat kissing and feeling
each other for ages. He said he loved my smooth skin
and he
kept telling me I was "so feminine". I told him I
loved being girly and I asked him if he had anything
pretty I could put on. He went over to his wardrobe
and brought out a red satin dress. It was short with a
deep V-neckline and short sleeves. I took the rest of
my clothes off and sat naked in front of him. It felt
so wild and sexy, with nothing on, sitting
with a beautiful half-naked transsexual.
He told me I had a beautiful body. He came and
sat next to me holding the dress and we started
kissing again. He was touching me all over. He was
very gentle. He stroked my thighs and touched my cock.
Ooh.
I have never felt anything quite as sexy as having my
cock played with by a pretty transsexual.
He dropped the dress on the bed for the time being. He
told me my cock was "so cute" and he fondled it for a
long time. Then he went down and kissed it with his
beautiful soft, girly lips. He took it in his mouth. I
was in sexual ecstasy.
He was sucking my little cock and making it really
wet. It felt absolutely divine and it wasn't too long
before all my five and a half inches was rock-hard in
his lovely wet mouth.
I wanted to see his cock too and I pushed his skirt up
his legs. He had lovely smooth thighs above his
stocking-tops. I couldn't help but feel them. He was
wearing sexy black panties with lace on them. I could
see that his little cock was hard inside them. He
lifted his bum a little and I slipped his panties down
his thighs. He looked so sexy with skirt up,
his panties pulled down over his black stocking-tops,
his little cock sticking up all hard. It was just a
little bit bigger than mine. I was feeling
outrageously sexy and I started kissing him all over
his thighs and his cock, making him wet everywhere. He
was making little girly moans, he kept saying "Oh,
Chrissie" as I kissed and licked his thighs and his
cock.
He wanted me to put the red dress on. I stepped into
it and slipped it up over my naked body. Ooh, the
satin sliding over my bare skin. It made me tingle. My
pretty boyfriend zipped it up for me. I looked at
myself in the mirror. I did look very sexy and
feminine, the front of the dress was very low-cut and
showed off my smooth chest, and the hem came half-way
up my thighs. I felt so pretty and girly. It was a
delicious feeling to wear a dress and have no panties
on underneath. My naughty boyfriend had taken his
panties all
the way off too and he was laying back on the bed
looking
at me with skirt pulled up and his legs wide open,
showing me his hard, sexy cock. I could see his
pretty little bum hole. I slipped my dress up my
thighs and showed him my cock. I went and got
between his thighs and started rubbing little
cock against his. That made him really excited.
Suddenly he cried out and I felt him spurt come all
over my cock and my tummy. It was so wet and warm and
lovely. I slid my little cock around in the slippery
mess of his come.
I laid back on the bed and he came and started kissing
my cock and licking his come off it.
I can't remember everything we did that night. I know
I asked him to put make-up on me. I wanted to look
sexy and feminine for him too. I was feeling so
outrageously naughty, and I wanted to try on all his
pretty girl's clothes. I remember him putting a pair
of black stockings and a garter belt on me.
I kept calling him Sandra and he loved that.
We were kissing and feeling each other all night,
dressed
as really slutty girls. He told me I looked like a
vamp.
At one point we laid together on the bed and sucked
each other's cocks. I loved sucking his cock. We both
licked each other's bum holes too. He was so clean and
sweet and pretty.
Then we spent a long time just laying together in our
pretty dresses with our arms around each other,
kissing like lezzie girlfriends. It felt so nice. I
think we drifted off together into a light sleep.
I do remember that hours later, in the early morning,
we both started to get really hard again. We were both
so horny then and we got disgustingly sexy.
I remember him sitting with his dress pulled up and
his gorgeous girly legs wide open showing me his hole.
He had some cream he was rubbing all over his bum, it
was glistening. He kept mouthing
the words "fuck me" and slipping his finger up his
hole so I could see. My cock was raging hard and I got
between his legs. He took hold of my cock and touched
the tip of it on his slippery little hole. I pushed
and my hard cock slid right up inside him. It was
lovely fucking him using the cream, my cock slipped in
and out so easily. I wanted to keep fucking him for
hours but after a few minutes I couldn't hold back,
the
sexual feeling was too intense. I cried out loud and I
spurted a big load of come inside him.
After that I let him rub lots of cream all over my
bare bum and he fucked me too. I was just in a cute
little bra, nylons and a garter belt by then. I acted
really girly for him, wiggling my hips and wrapping my
legs around him. He loved the feel of my stockinged
legs around his body. He kissed me a lot while he was
fucking me. It was lovely to feel his cock inside me.
He squealed like a girl when he came. It felt so warm
and lovely inside me.
I love being fucked by pretty boys.
When we finally kissed goodbye it was noon the next
day. He gave me the red dress as a keepsake. I took a
taxi back to the hotel in a trance.
It's a true story.
If you liked it, email me at sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk