He Wasn’t What She Seemed

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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 fiancé‚ 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 too 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 bahis firmaları 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 yourself 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 kaçak iddaa 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 kaçak bahis 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.

Her 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.

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