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We Met in a Nice Bar by Amy Brett Chapter 1 I SAT ON the high stool, holding on to the bar to guide my hand to the ashtray, and talked to John next to me. We had a good dinner, several beers before dinner, and several more afterward while we watched a sleazy striptease. I felt the last several strongly and had been glad to let John drive the last leg of the trip. Now, sucking on still another beer in the hotel's bar, my room only a short elevator trip up, I thought most about gaining the quiet of the room with an interesting TV program and my suitcase of clothing. The suitcase I thought about was not what most would expect. Very secretly, I enjoyed dressing as a woman in the absolute privacy of my own company. The suitcase was filled with lace and frill and satin along with colors and lipsticks and polish. All of that was done strictly for my own amusement and for no other reason. As I felt the day wearing on me, I thought of it longingly. "That one little gal, the skinny one with the boots and lariat, was something else," John said beside me. I remembered the vivacious, tall blond wobbling on her high heeled cowboy boots and playing with the pre-formed lariat that was hardly the center of anyone's attention. In fact, almost all attention was focused on her leather vest opening on small but perfect breasts as she turned with the music and on the short fringed skirt she finally raised above her waist to exhibit her hairy front. The audience cringed as she ran a spur up and down through the hair and finally down between her spread nether lips. "Yeah," I agreed, "but the best one was the little one in black." I could still envision her, dark haired and small boned with a perfect young body. It had been covered with the tiniest of leather skirts, a see-through black blouse, black crotchless pantyhose and very high heels. "Oh, yeah," he agreed heartily. I was sure he wasn't thinking the same thing I was since my thoughts centered on how her clothing would have looked on me. My hardness pulsed inside my pants at the thought mixed with an associated fantasy of having her in my room to provide me the privilege as she watched and waited for me inside her. I had been mesmerized as she dropped the skirt and blouse to tweak her nipples into hardness and leaned back near us to show her talented cunt as it clasped in time with the music, pulling the bud of her clit up and down in the opened folds of her lips. The bar was quite crowded but several seats at the bar were empty including two on the other side of John and three to my side. As I thought about the girl and increasingly longed for a little privacy in my room, I looked around the bar. In passing, I noticed a nice looking man on the opposite side of the U- shaped bar who seemed to be looking at me. As my glance slid across him, his attention moved to his drink and a puff from the cigarette in his hand. During that moment, I saw that he wore a loosened red power tie and a trim pinstriped suit that seemed to go well with his dark, handsome features. I hadn't realized I was staring at him until his eyes slowly came back up and met mine before I looked elsewhere. I finished the beer in front of me, turned in my chair, and went to the bathroom. Staring at the wall behind the urinal as I relieved myself, I heard the door of the bathroom open and another man walk to the urinal beside me to relieve himself. As I washed my hands and quickly ran a comb through my hair, I saw the man in the suit pass behind me without comment, leaving the room. About four steps from my seat, I noticed that the man in the pinstriped suit now sat next to mine, still sipping a drink and smoking a cigarette. I sat back down and continued general conversation with John. I sucked at a beer and replaced it with another, smoked several cigarettes, and talked. During this time, I had completely forgotten about the man beside me. Looking for the bartender once during the period, I had glanced past him and saw that he was looking rather single-mindedly at his beer, locating the ashtray, and taking the measure of the partially filled bottles that lined a glass backbar suspended between this side of the bar and the other. As I sat talking, I suddenly realized I could feel the man's knee touching the side of my leg. I moved my leg immediately. It was something like accidentally seeing someone with their pants around their ankles in the men's room. A few minutes later, I turned to get another beer and felt my leg again contact the man's knee. Though I had reacted to his accidental touch, he didn't seem to have done the same. This time, for some reason, I didn't move away. I wanted, for some reason, to see if he would. I continued to talk to John, smoke, and drink but my mind kept wandering back to the touch of his knee as, every time I thought it was just accidental, he moved slightly as if to remind me he was still there. Then, I turned slightly away and felt his leg move away as well. When I turned back slightly, I felt the side of his leg rather than his knee against mine. Turning toward him, I saw that he sat rather strangely in the chair to allow this contact. I couldn't see how he could be doing that unaware. Again, when I would begin to forget the contact, he would move and my attention would be pulled back to it again. I felt a change and looked now. He sat with his left arm straight, his hand on his knee and, because of our position, against my leg as well. He smoked and drank his beer with his right hand and still looked across the bar. Then, as if my look had keyed something, he slowly turned and looked at me. His look changed to a slight smile before he again turned away. John and I talked again for a while, sipping our beers. Then I felt his hand move from his knee, between our legs, up our thighs and back down. I felt myself stiffen. I relaxed as his hand stopped at his knee. A moment later, his movement repeated. This time I didn't automatically react to it. Much of my attention was diverted from John by my attention to his movement. This time, it soon repeated. And again. Could it be accident? I thought so. Surely. Then I felt his fingers on the top of my knee. Not beside it but on top. I wasn't sure. But yes. It was. Then I stiffened again as I felt him repeat that earlier motion from knee to thigh and back down. But this time, his hand was on top of my thigh. But still ... Then there was no doubt. His full hand grasped my knee and squeezed. Again I stiffened but I didn't move away either. Nervously, I finished my cigarette and ordered another beer. In the process, I first looked over my shoulder and saw there was no one behind us who might notice us. Then I looked at him again and met his eyes directly. We both smiled secretly before facing the bar again. I continued my talk with John. I swallowed hard, still, when his open hand began moving up my leg, squeezing and releasing, up, squeezing and releasing, up ... And then he reached the top of my leg, stopped and squeezed. As his fingers moved this time, my arm protectively came down between my legs to ward him off. And I realized I needed to go to the bathroom in the worst way. I told John and slid off the stool away from the man. Quickly I relieved myself, my eyes closed against the wonderful feeling of it. I heard the door open and close peripherally but didn't take note until he spoke. He was at the urinal next to me. "You got turned on," he said matter-of-factly. For the first time, I recognized the hard-on I held lightly. "What are you doing?" I whispered, looking at the door of the bathroom. "I'm trying to pick you up," he said in the same tone of voice. "Why me?" "You look good. You seem nice. Balanced." "Thanks, I think." He only smiled. "Pick me up?" "Yeah. I'd like to sleep with you tonight." My mind reeled. I'd never thought of it. I'm not gay. I've never -- "Would you?" he said then. My thoughts flew even as I realized I was no longer going to the bathroom and that the pain of my bladder was now gone. I put myself away and moved to the sink and began washing my hands. "You'll enjoy it." My thoughts still flew. It was so strange. I realized that something in me wanted to do it while my culture and my upbringing convulsed against it. I looked into the mirror and saw him looking into my eyes over my shoulder. In a motion, he reached around me from behind and very gently put his hand over the bulge in my pants. Moving it very slightly, he smiled. "You're still hard. You want to do it, don't you?" "Yeah," I whispered before I realized fully what I had said and that indeed I did want to do it. Then my resolve hardened. "Yeah, I do." "Your room or mine?" he said. I thought quickly. "Mine." "Fine. I'll stop at my room and get some things and meet you. What room are you in?" I told him before I remembered John. "Wait. I have a friend out there." "That's no problem. Tell him you're tired or want to watch a movie or something. You need your beauty sleep. I'll wait a few minutes and follow." He stroked up and down that bulge as he talked. I found myself getting more and more turned on. My hand shook as I reached for the handle on the door and walked shakily back to my seat. I slid into the barstool away from John. As soon as I settled, I grabbed the beer and quickly finished it. "John, I'm exhausted. I think I'll call it a night." He told me he was going to stay for a while since it was still early in the evening. As I passed out of the bar, I noticed that he was talking to the two girls on the other side of him as he had been on and off for the last half hour. I knew he wasn't going to get anywhere but didn't blame him for trying. At the same time, I noticed the man sitting back down at his chair, his elbows on the bar, finishing his drink slowly. After I got to my room, I found that I again needed to go to the bathroom and quickly drained my bladder again. As I finished, I heard the soft knock on the door. Suddenly, my heart was racing as it hadn't for anything approaching this reason since I left high school. My hand shook as I zipped my pants and flushed the john before turning into the room and to the door. I opened it and saw the concern on his face change to a smile. "Hi. I thought maybe ... I don't know. You weren't really staying here or you'd changed your mind." "Would that have been so bad?" "Yeah. Yeah, it would have. We're going to have fun." I enjoyed his smile and obvious anticipation. "Well, grab a chair. Do you have something you'd like to watch on the tube?" "No, no. But you can turn on the radio. I think the good station is at 99.5 FM." I nodded and tuned in the easy listening station before I noticed he hadn't moved to sit down. "Would you like a beer? I have a cooler here." "No, thanks. What I want --" He hesitated and I turned to look at him again. "What I want is you." He smiled reassuringly at my obvious fluster. Then he took a slow step toward me, coming within my normal comfort space. It certainly made me nervous. He looked down at me from the vantage of the several inches he had on me. As I relaxed to his nearness slightly, he moved toward me, his hands finding my shoulders. Gently, but firmly, he pulled me toward him as I still tried to fathom his immediate intentions. He satisfied that curiosity by very softly kissing me on the lips. I felt my skin crawling with a kind of homophobic fear that I couldn't overcome. He immediately felt it as my muscles tightened. "You have a mental picture of two men kissing, don't you?" he asked. "And this doesn't seem right." I couldn't help but nod agreement. It was a perfect explanation of what I felt. "Maybe this won't work." I could hear deep disappointment in his voice. As if dismissing it for a moment, he moved away from me to a comfortable distance and pulled his pinstriped coat off his shoulders. Folding it neatly, he set it down on the foot of the spare bed. "We need to talk for a few minutes," he said. Comfortable again and now assured that this was only going to be a conversation and then an end to this mistake, I followed suit by pulling my sports coat off and tossing it on the bed. As it hit, I realized my mistake. In a flash, my long term secret was no longer a secret. My coat hit the soft sided suitcase and peeled back the opening. I could see pink and red and lace. I hoped only that he hadn't seen it and, rather than trying to quickly cover it up, I decided to get him to sit down and away. Then I could repair the damage. But it was too late. As I turned toward him again, I saw him staring into the suitcase. "Are you married?" he said with a frown. "No." I gulped. I was caught. I knew it. "Girlfriend," he stated flatly. "No wonder. You're here with your girl." My mind was flying but seemed to be mired in my fear. "No," I answered too quickly. Then I realized it would have answered everything and no further explanation would have been necessary. Now it was too late. "Yes. Yeah. That's it. I'm here with my girlfriend." But my hesitation and then my over-exuberant switch put the lie to the statement. "They're yours, aren't they?!" he said with astonishment. Then his face lit up as he looked fully into mine and saw my lie. "They are!" He turned and partially opened the suitcase. "May I?" But he didn't wait for an answer. He only moved a couple of things and exposed everything. "Shoes. Stockings. Panties. A wig. Beautiful dresses. Do you use the fingernail polish and makeup?" I could only nod. I was caught now and he was enjoying my misery. "Wonderful! And ... Have you been out after you dress?" I was totally humiliated. I hadn't felt so totally destroyed since being caught with a $2 yo- yo I'd stolen in junior high. "No, I haven't," I mumbled. "You're embarrassed, aren't you?" he said with humor in his voice. He was going to laugh at me before going on. "For God's sake!" I reacted. "Yes. I'm embarrassed. I'm humiliated. Now just get out of here. I don't need you to rub it in." "Rub it in? I think it's great! I thought it was going to be a bust tonight. Now I know what's going on! This is wonderful!" I didn't get it and showed it with my total consternation. "Don't you see? You were having a problem, even though you wanted to do something, because you could see that picture of two guys kissing in your mind. Now I know what to do." I still looked at him open mouthed, unbelieving. "What are you talking about?" "Would it help that mental picture if you saw me with a beautiful woman? Would that turn you off?" "No. That doesn't affect me." "How do you look when you're dressed?" "I don't know. I think pretty good. No one's ever seen me so no one's ever been able to tell me." "Well, I'm going to see you," he said with a broad smile. "And I think you're going to be beautiful. I can see it." "You mean you want me to form a mental picture of myself dressed." "Yes! But I don't want you to form a mental picture. I want you to dress. And we'll form a mental picture by looking in the mirror!" "You're kidding!" "No, I'm not. I've got to see you. I've got to ... No. I want to help. Can I help?" The idea was taking root now. He knew I cross dressed. There was nothing he could do to me after I had dressed that he couldn't do now but, possibly, take me out in the hall and leave me. I could guarantee him that would be difficult if not impossible. I made up my mind. "Yeah. Okay." In the next fifteen minutes, he helped me off with my shirt and helped me to apply makeup. I forced him to sit down in the chair in the room before I went across to the bathroom with the suitcase. In the next few minutes, I dressed in panties, stockings, high heels, a short black skirt, a bra filled with my prosthetic breasts, and a red blouse. The final touch was my wig. I looked in the mirror before I opened the door and looked at the total effect. I thought I looked like a woman but I was so frightened that I could hardly walk. As I walked into the room, he stood, obviously stunned. Then in a flash, his concern changed to a huge smile. "You're as gorgeous as I thought you would be. My God. You're ... You've never been out anywhere?" I shook my head quickly. "Nowhere? My God. You should show yourself off! You're ... I can't describe it. Beautiful!" I blushed with his compliments. "You're perfect! Look at you. You're even blushing!" He couldn't keep his hands away from me, as if he desperately wanted to touch me but was afraid of breaking something. He finally overcame his hesitation and slipped his arm around my waist. "You've got to look!" In a second, he guided us across the small room to the full length mirror on the wall and stopped, turning both of us toward it. My eyes came up and, first, met his proudly smiling eyes in the mirror, the broad grin across his face. Then I slid my look down him until I saw the bulge in the front of his trousers. I smiled to myself. Then I looked further, meeting my own eyes and seeing what I saw in the mirror each morning. But the look spread to include my entire face. Bright colored eye makeup, nice nose, red lips, a shining red smile. The lobes of my ears and the dangling earrings peeked out from the dark, fluffed hair. This pretty woman looked back at me and, for a moment, dislocated me, my reality switching into a totally female reality. My look flowed down the blouse and across very real looking breasts. The tight belt cinched in the waist that included his hand from behind and onto my hip, my own arm across my body to softly touch his hand. The skirt dropped to a high hem where long, smooth legs began and extended to good calves and the high heels. I bent my knee and arched my calf in a feminine gesture that seemed to come to me naturally. The masculine contrast of the pinstriped man beside me made me look and feel very feminine. "What's your name?" I asked. "Jim," he answered, looking with respect into my eyes. "Yours?" I thought, then knew. "Amy." His smile seemed to spread with that answer. "Amy. Of course. You're beautiful, Amy. Has anyone ever told you that?" I blushed again and could see it in the mirror. "No one," I answered seductively in a higher pitched voice than I could remember ever having heard from myself. I saw him point to me in the mirror. "Have you ever seen such a gorgeous woman?" I smiled and saw the smile in the eyes before me. I didn't answer. I felt him, as well as saw him in the mirror, move around me slightly, his hand following my tight belt around my waist, his hand falling slightly to the rise of my bottom below it. He was in front of me now. I looked directly into his eyes. "No," he whispered. "Look at us in the mirror." Somehow, without getting in front of my vision, he very softly kissed my lips again. This time, watching in the mirror and seeing the woman kissing the nice looking man, it turned me on. As my arms came up around his neck in the mirror, I could see my calf and high heel rise from the floor sensually. I didn't do it. It just happened. My mouth opened slightly and, as if it was a signal, his lips found my spread lower lip and surrounded it, his tongue touching the soft skin there between his. Then I could see his mouth tracing the shape of mine, his tongue occasionally snaking outward to lick my lips. I caught his tongue in my teeth as it breached the opening into my mouth until his lips fully covered mine, turning my head. My hand found the back of his head and I couldn't resist closing my eyes to the wildly sensuous feelings that were arising in me. I could see the beautiful woman in the mirror kissing the equally gorgeous man on the screen of the inside of my eyelids, as his tongue pressed further past my teeth and into my mouth. We playfully played with each other's tongues before his head lurched forward slightly and his tongue found the back of my mouth and the opening to my throat. My neck was bent almost painful back, my chest, buffered by the prosthetics, pressed into his, his hand pressed my hips into the hardness between us. I let the inside of my thigh range up and down the outside of his leg. Very slowly, he withdrew to an inch away from my mouth and I opened my eyes to look at his at close range. Our smiles intermixed. "This is the reaction I wanted," he said in a whisper. His hand moved on the skirt and the underlying silk panties beneath. "Look in the mirror now." I did. "See the lust in your eyes?" I did. "Come with me." With the look of us together firmly and indelibly burned into my mind, I followed him across the room, his hand holding mine. He sat me in one of the chairs and moved away a few steps staring at me as I crossed my legs at the knee and rested my chin on my hands, my elbows on the arms of the chair. "Would you like a cigarette?" he asked, reaching for his pocket. I nodded and he offered me his pack. I took one carefully and put it in the center of my lips. As he reached for me with the lighter, I moved my hand to the back of his. After it was lighted, I carefully took the cigarette between my fingers near the red fingernails. "God, you have it down pat, don't you?" I only looked at him. "I mean, you helped me light your cigarette just like a woman would. You hold it like a woman would. You're perfect." I smiled and grinned at him. "I've watched and practiced. It makes me feel feminine." "You've got it down pat." He provided me with an ashtray, got one for himself from the nightstand, and sat down on the corner of the bed facing me. He crossed his leg, his ankle on his knee. We both smoked, sitting there nervously facing each other, a look of mild amazement on his face. He began looking me over. He stared at my face and I smiled nervously, my tongue wetting the shiny red of my lips with its tip. His look dropped to my full chest and I laughed nervously, feeling his look and the slight bounce of the prosthesis below the lacy bra. His look dropped to my thinly clad legs where they peeked out from beneath the short skirt. I couldn't help but wonder if he could see under the skirt to my panties; at least the straps that held my stockings from the garter belt. His look dropped further to my crossed knees and I clasped them more tightly together. Then his look followed my calves down to the floor and I became acutely aware of the way the high heels shaped my calves. I pointed the toe of the suspended foot, straightening my ankle, and pointed my entire leg nervously toward his foot. With each look, with each inch of my body he perused, his eyes and his mouth each opened wider, more surprise registering on his face. "It's impossible," he said in a hushed tone of disbelief. "You ARE a woman. In every move and every gesture. You're a woman." Again I blushed with the complements, both stated and imparted with those lingering looks across my body. I squirmed everywhere he looked at me and drew his looks on to other parts of my body. I put out the cigarette and leaned back in the chair, my hands across my lap. He stared at them, rapt. "Jim," I said then, again gaining his attention to my eyes. "What now?" He shook his head as if he'd just come out of a dream and moved to the other chair in the room, still looking at me as he put out his own cigarette. I decided, looking at him, that I needed to make the next move. I rose and walked to him, my legs on each side of his now, before putting my knee in the chair between him and the arm. His hand came to my waist as I hovered above him, looking down. Then I leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, placing his nose and mouth deep in the folds of perfumed red lace that covered my chest. He led me down onto his lap, turning me so my legs went to the side, my weight resting on his upper legs. My feet came off the floor with my knees automatically crossing, leaning me back into his arm that kept me from pressing my back into the hard arm of the chair. He leaned his head back slightly, inviting me to kiss him. I did with my arm around his neck and my other hand on his knee. One of his arms surrounded my back and again fell to my hip. The other rested on my knee, moving and squeezing it. He kissed me deeply as he had before. As my eyes closed to the feelings again, I felt his hand ranging up and down the top of my thigh. He moved that scant inch away from my mouth again and looked down at me. I did the same and could literally feel it as his hand came up and cupped my breast. My hand came to his, holding it tight to me. Both of us stared at our hands as his began to knead the raised mound and mine followed his movement. It was wildly sensual though I could only feel it intellectually. My back arched into our hands, my breathing increasing in speed. He kissed me again and continued the manipulation of my false breast for long minutes. Then he broke the kiss again and lowered both our hands to my knee again. Kissing me, his hand moved from knee upward and back down again and again slowly until my midsection began to anticipate the highest end of the journey with its movement. As he broke the kiss this time, I followed his look as it went to his hand at the hem of my skirt. We both watched as it went up, taking the skirt with it until the top of my stocking came into view and his hand found the hot naked flesh of my leg above it. He squeezed. We watched his hand move across, lifting the hem of the skirt on the other leg until the top of the stocking again appeared there. He squeezed again. We watched as it moved across again, again lifting until most of my naked hip was in view to us. He squeezed it high up, almost to my waist. When he moved across me this time, to the other hip, the bright white lace of my panties showed in the opening. His hand went between my legs with difficulty even as his mouth came back to mine. As his tongue delved into my mouth, his fingers spread my legs until I could no longer keep them crossed and they fell open to him. A finger followed between my legs and across the lacy material of the panties far between my legs. I knew, and could feel, my hardness against the silky panty material. But I felt like a female, the outside of my hidden treasures being explored by this man. He turned me in his lap until I lost his kiss, leaning my head back against his shoulder, and his legs were tight together between mine. As I tried to catch my breath a little, his hands went up and down my stockings, up onto my naked skin, down to my knees. His legs began to spread and I could feel what he was doing to me. Mine, on the outside of his, spread further and further until the outside of both my thighs touched the arms of the chair, very nearly forming a right angle with my crotch at the center. His hands continued their movements. Up. Down. My breathing, rather than slowing any more, speeded. I began panting with his movements, faster and faster. "Look at yourself, you nasty girl," he whispered evilly. Slowly, almost unable, I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror across from us and saw my lewdly spread legs around his, his hands rubbing my legs, my skirt raised far too far. I could see his eyes over my shoulder, staring with glimmers into the mirror. Obviously, he was looking at my face, down my body, between my spread legs. I couldn't believe how much I looked like a very good looking, if loose, woman. My lust rose from all directions; as the woman, as a man looking at the gorgeous woman, at the situation that respected no gender. It was a turn- on to beat all. His hands stopped their incessant up and down movement. "Watch this," he said softly. I watched as his hand slowly followed my right leg upward and onto the panties, between my legs, pressing the sensitive skin. I couldn't take my eyes off of it as his middle finger dropped down between my legs further and further until I could feel it spreading the cheeks of my ass. Then I could feel the touch pushing against my anus, his fingernail lightly scratching at it through the layer of silky material, back and forth. I was a little surprised as I noticed that my own midsection was pumping slowly up and down with the movements of his hand. My hand came to the back of his as he cupped one of my false breasts and I arched to meet them. He moved both our hands to the side slightly and, when he moved back to the center, the buttons seemed to part for him, the blouse opening to allow our hands access to my bra and the swell of false flesh. Our hands moved under the blouse material to produce another exciting image in the mirror. I gasped at the sight and felt my dry mouth, licking my lips. He kissed the back and side of my neck, sending shivers of excitement through my body, as his hands continued their manipulation. After several breathless minutes of this, his hands slowly retreated from me and I felt the loss. "Here. Stand up for a minute," he said, guiding me up to my feet but never letting me go altogether, his hand on my waist as he turned me to face him. He moved me back toward him until I was forced to support myself on one knee beside his body on the chair, the other foot still on the floor but extended. He looked into my eyes as he unbuttoned the rest of the blouse. He dropped his eyes as he pulled me closer and buried his face between the cups of the bra, kissing my chest. I stood with my legs spread, the skirt covering the front of my thighs, my knee in the seat of the chair on one side of him while my other leg vibrated with tension as I held a small percentage of my weight on it, extended back to the floor. He had to support me as his open hand slid far between my legs, his fingers tracing across my panties from a point between my legs and back to the top of my crack and back down in a slow movement back and forth. My center followed his movements. I knew what I wanted to do now. I unbuttoned his shirt as he sat back in the chair to allow my movements. Opening it to his hairy chest, I let my hands move across it, opening his shirt to my view. I sat back on his knee, pressing it between my legs, and leaned forward to kiss his chest. He moaned as my tongue found his nipple and licked it to attention. When I caught it between my teeth, he cringed in pleasure. He smiled at me as I sat back and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. "Are you really ready for this now?" he asked softly. I smiled into his eyes and nodded. He nodded once with the decision and pushed me back up to my feet. I moved back a step and watched his shaking fingers as he untied his shoes, slipped them off and pulled his socks free. In a motion, he pulled the shirt off his arms and stood up to drop it on the chair. In another quick motion, he stepped out of his pants and dropped them on top of the shirt. He caught me looking at the huge bulge in the front of the Jockey shorts he still wore. I watched my feminine looking fingers move to that bulge, stroking open handed across it. He allowed it for only a few seconds before pulling me to his mouth again for a deep, sensual kiss. I could clearly feel the bulge pressing into the front of my hip as I could feel the false breasts pushing into his hairy chest. Both his hands went to the rise of my buttocks very low as my arms were forced over his shoulders, my hands finding the back of his head. We stood for a very long time, extending that wonderful kiss, his hands massaging the flesh of my buttocks. I was getting so turned on I could hardly stand up any more, and, as I thought I couldn't any more, he began moving me backward toward the bed until I felt it contact the back of my legs. I let his neck go and crawled back onto the bed. He went to his suit coat and took some things from the pocket before coming to me, lying beside me on the bed. I turned and put my leg over the side of his body as my hand slid into his underwear and wrapped around his hardness. Together we moved his underpants down and he took them off and dropped them off the side of the bed. "Do you want to help?" he said as he opened the condom package. "Yes, I do. But I want to do it my way." I smiled at him as I guided him onto his knees, his knees on either side of my shoulders, his dick in front of my face. I pulled him down until he was on all fours. I shifted downward slightly and guided his hard on into my mouth. He moaned and threw back his head as I sucked him deep inside my mouth, in and out, in and out. When I looked at the head of it, it was purple with his swollen need. I sucked on him until I felt his body begin to vibrate with the approach of his climax. I stopped and let him pant for a return to near normal breathing. As he tried to calm himself, I rolled the condom onto his hardness until it touched the base in the deep pubic hair. He gulped and began to crawl down across my body. He lowered his mouth to mine in a quick kiss before moving down and kissing my chest. He moved the breast form and sucked hard on my nipple until it cried with need. Then he moved on down my body, lifting my skirt onto my stomach. Leaning back, he pulled down my panties and helped me to get them off both feet. I stood hard, up from the midst of the lacy material. He ignored that feature as he put his arms under my legs, spreading them and raising them into the air. He continued lifting them until my contact with the bed was well up on my back. His tongue then delved deeply between my spread legs, below my testicles and, unbelievably, downward until the tip of his tongue opened my body. For an eternity, his tongue played back and forth from my ass to my testicles, making the illusion of my femininity complete. Then, for a few delicious seconds, his tongue flicked at the tip of my dick making it feel as I dreamed a woman's clit would feel. Again, he moved back up my body, allowing me to relax for a scant second as he got a large dollop of Vaseline on his fingers. For the next few minutes, he spread the slippery lubricant across the muscle of my asshole until it ached with need. Then his finger found the opening and slid into it, massaging my insides as he stared into my face. I couldn't keep my eyes in focus and he seemed to be teasing me. "Oh. I need you. Now," I moaned. Smoothly, I felt him turn to his side and move over me, his knees between my legs. His hands lifted my calves high and I felt his hardness at the portal to my body. My anus clutched tight as he gently probed forward. "Relax, baby," he whispered. I tried as he bit my lower lip and distracted me. Pain flashed for a fraction of a second and receded to nothing as he slid further and further into me. He let my legs go, depending on me now to keep my back arched to allow full access to him. I locked my knees to the sides of his ribs as he pushed into me, moved back slightly, pushed in further, moved back, pushed in further. I felt the curls of his pubic hair against the tender skin between my split legs. He relaxed and I knew that now he was as far into me as he could reach. I let my body react normally to the solid that opened me. First the muscles of my insides tried to expel him. He moaned, his mouth coming open, his teeth releasing my lip. I let my sphincter muscle close tightly around him and listened as he moaned again. "God, you cunt," he whispered again. He clenched his teeth and drew in his breath as I repeated the movements, holding onto his back roughly with my fingernails. "You have a talented cunt," he hissed. "Oh shut up," I moaned. "Fuck me!" He chuckled. "Not yet." I felt him then exercising the hard rod, making it move inside me without his ass moving in the least. Again I moaned, my neck arching, my breasts pushing into his chest. It was torture, not satisfying but only teasing. "Com'mon! Please! Fuck me!" I tried to squirm beneath him but he only continued with the teasing inner movements, following my squirming with his body. "Com'mon!" I almost screamed. With another chuckle, he slowly pulled back and almost out of me before pushing forward again at the same speed until he was again fully within me. "Oh, yes," I moaned. He repeated the slow motion movement and I squirmed beneath him with the added freedom of movement. "Ohh! Yesss!" "Oh, yeah!" he hissed again. His movements speeded slightly, his bottom pumping into me while our stomachs stayed tight together. "Oh, yeah!" "That feels ... so ... ahhh ..." His strokes lengthened and speeded again. I knew this was how a woman must feel as she is fucked. God, it was wonderful! "Oh, yessss!" I knew it couldn't get better than this, and then it did! He changed his movements, lifting his upper body onto his arms and away from mine. This allowed me even more freedom to squirm around him, my entire mind centered on that spot far between my legs. "Ohhhh, god! This is the best ..." It was as if he had anticipated me. As I got out the last word, he changed his movement. Now he stopped the in and out movement of his hips and began stroking into me with his entire body rigid. Since our stomachs had been locked together, my male member trapped between us, I had felt the strong strokes of his member into my insides. Now, as he froze his hips and moved his entire body instead, he seemed to stroke my insides with his member while stroking the rest of my body with his. As he moved up and down my body, my locked knees pulled up and down with his movement. I used my knees to help him in his movements, coiling and uncoiling my body. Quickly, this synchronous movement wasn't enough. I changed my movements to oppose his, my knees at his hips as he moved upward, my knees at his armpits as he moved down. "Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh." I felt my climax rising within me. I opened my clenched eyes to look into his straining face, the muscles of his neck hard and strained, his chest and biceps hard with the work. He seemed to sense me looking at him and looked down at me. He lowered his mouth to mine and licked my upper lip. I seized his lower lip in my teeth and felt him wince. As if set off by the momentary pain, he sucked my red lip into his mouth and returned the love bite. Our eyes locked for a moment before I saw his de-focusing. At my other end, I felt the reason as his hips lost their regular rhythm and began pumping unrestrained into me. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." We both moaned around the other's lip as I felt the searing heat of his climax deep in my guts even though it was caught in the condom. I felt mine filling the tight space between us and tightly clenched my eyes. Both of us released the other's lip to pant in huge breaths of air to satisfy our bodies' needs. Pushed full into me, my legs now pointing at the ceiling above his back, his body convulsed in a frozen moment. Then it passed and he collapsed onto me. I straightened my legs and wrapped them around the back of his to hold him inside. The feel of his legs through the nylon material of the stockings was strange and exciting as I felt him breathing on the side of my neck. I kissed his shoulder where it rested at my mouth, my hands stroking his back. We both panted, putting a new tempo to our frozen bodies. After several moments, his eyes opened and he pushed himself up slightly to look into my eyes. I met the look with a smile and accepted his soft, dry kisses. Then I felt him pulling the remnant of his softening rod from between my legs before he rolled to the side and out of my four limbed clutches. He moved languidly to the bathroom and, a moment later and after the john flushed, returned to the bed and lay down beside me. While he was gone, I used a Kleenex to clean up my stomach and skirt. I had modestly pulled the skirt down across my naked center. "You were wonderful!" he said huskily as he rubbed my stomach in the opening of the blouse. "You, too," I whispered through my dry lips. "I didn't know --" Looking at my body intimately, he allowed his hand to caress my stomach and breasts and neck. For the next half hour, he rubbed my body as I lay with my arms to the sides, my hands on the pillows. It was impossibly relaxing and sensual. When I finally re-opened my eyes and looked down his hard body, I saw that he was again ready though I was sure he couldn't perform again. Feeling the languid heat of the room, I rolled onto my side. Immediately, I felt him form to my shape beside me, his hand pulling my stomach back against him, his leg along the back of mine, his upper leg crossing that one and forming to the back of my upper, bent leg. He continued rubbing my stomach, diverting to my breasts and back down across my front. I could feel myself drifting off into sleep. I awoke to the powerful draw of sensual pain as he pinched my real nipple under the breast form. His front moved low behind me and I could feel that he had again pulled up my skirt in back and his hardness now rested in the crack of my ass. Almost as if he didn't want to wake me, I felt him very slowly and carefully guide himself into me again. This time, it didn't hurt in the least. Instead it inflamed and excited me in spite of my lethargy. As I felt his center against my buttocks, I pushed backward to allow him more access. His hand lifted my spread knee up toward my chest. I felt him moving inside me very, very slowly and gently. For a long time, he continued this movement and I tried to accommodate him with my center. He kissed along the back and side of my neck, his hand again finding my nipple. I could only moan softly with the gentle ministrations. "Do you want to make love again?" he whispered into my ear. "Yes," I sighed. He moved further over me, turning me onto my front more. "Get up on your knees," he commanded. Making sure I didn't dislodge him, I slowly moved to my knees, my face in the pillow. "I can play with your tits if you raise up." I rose onto my arms and looked downward to watch his hands cup both my breasts in the opening of the blouse. I arched my back, forcing him further between my legs. My skirt dropped like a drape from my waist. As he began stroking into me, I felt his weight on my back as he moved one of his hands down under the skirt. He clasped my thigh for a while before his hand moved between my legs. He pressed and massaged the sensitive spot far between my legs, manipulating it until I knew that was what it felt like for a woman to have her cunt played with. Then his hand found my dangling testicles and massaged them very gently, somehow without dislocating me from my femininity. I leaned my body back until I knew he was as fully inside me as possible, his movements beginning, in and out of my insides. With my head back and eyes closed, I felt his hand on my rock hardness and again he preserved the illusion of my femininity in the way he manipulated it. It was as if I had a clit between my legs rather than what I knew, intellectually, was really there. I grunted and heard his answering grunts as we began moving in opposition to each other to pull him nearly out of my body before dropping deep inside. We moaned and grunted in time with our movements as the speed of his stroking and my response increased to a crescendo. His hand wrapped around me, pumping, even as he pumped in and out of my ass until I felt his body convulse again. Then it all went black as my own climax raged through my body. Chapter 2 I FELT ABANDONED as he rolled out of the bed a few minutes later but not for long. He held out his hand to me. "Com'mon. Get up lazy bones. We've got things to do." I had no idea what he was talking about but took his hand. "Fix your makeup and get dressed." I smiled at him as I sat on the edge of the bed. Then, after the fuzz of afterglow slid away from me a little, I stood up and went to the bathroom. While there, I refreshed the makeup where it had smeared and brushed my hair. When I came back into the room, he handed me a pair of my panties and pantyhose before going back to look through the suitcase while I sat down and put them on. I stood up and he handed me what I think is the prettiest of my dresses, a white dress with a circular neckline that falls onto my chest but was very carefully chosen not to allow peeks down the front to my bra. It was fairly tight across the front still. It has long sleeves but of a filmy kind of almost opaque material, and a tight waist that flares at the hips to a short, full skirt. He zipped the back for me and wrapped his arms around me from behind as I expected he might. At this stage, I could have told him that he didn't have much chance. I was as soft and as unresponsive as I ever was. You had to give him an A for trying though. I felt his hands lifting the skirt and, when it was at waist level, sliding one hand into the top of the pantyhose and panties. It was sexy but, after the last hour or so, there was no way he was going to be able to get me turned on again. "Good. You're still soft," he said at my ear inextricably. His hand, with the help of the other, moved me downward until my flaccid penis was between my legs. He rearranged the panties and pantyhose, running his hand between my legs over the top of them to check the positioning he had done before rubbing the front of my lower stomach with both hands. Finally, he dropped the skirt and held it down while looking at us again in the mirror. "I'm sorry," I said. "I guess twice in an hour or so is about my limit. Maybe later." "Oh, no. This is perfect!" he said exuberantly. "Try sitting down." I did and didn't notice anything particularly unusual. Actually, several times before I had done this in order to try on tight Levis or pants. It worked until I got excited again and then it became uncomfortable. "Is that okay?" he asked. "Are you uncomfortable?" "Yeah. It's okay." I crossed my legs and felt only a little discomfort from applying pressure on my nuts. I lit a cigarette and felt the feminine handling come naturally, cradling it between extended fingertips and sucking on the filter lightly. "You're perfect," he said with real admiration in his voice. I glowed with his comment. Again, he extended his hand to me as I finished the cigarette. Still holding my hand, he leaned over and took my door key from the pocket of my pants on the bed. "I'll carry it for you." He slipped it into his pocket. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Quickly then, he led me across the room to the door. As he reached for the doorknob, I stopped and felt the panic rush through me. "Oh, no! What do you think you're doing?" "We're going downstairs for a drink." "No," I said in panic, pushing past him to hold the door. "No way!" He turned, putting both hands on my upper arms and looking into my eyes. "Yes. You are absolutely perfect. You deserve this! You have to feel the excitement of being out in the world this way! The only thing I do that compares is that touch on the leg you experienced before in the bar. At that moment, either a guy is going to do as you did or he's going to punch me in the nose. But it's fantastically exciting!" He looked deep into my eyes with an almost pleading. "Please. Come with me. I want to show you off a little." He waited for me to make up my mind. "Okay," I said finally. "But you're going to have to do the talking. I don't know how feminine my voice is." He grinned from ear to ear before speaking again. "It sounds just fine." He leaned close and softly kissed my lips. "Just fine." Then he turned quickly and opened the door. As if all my bad luck were gathered in one spot, as he pulled the door closed behind us, I saw two men walking toward us in the hallway. I gulped and clutched at his arm, wanting him to see the men as well and quickly open the door back up. "Open it!" I hissed. He put the key in his pocket and turned to me instead. "Amy, you look just fine. Don't worry." He saw them. He had to have seen them. I was so scared my knees shook. "Get a grip on yourself." He pried my fingers off his suit coat and guided my hand to the crook in his arm. Then he turned and walked toward the elevator. Seeing that I was trapped now, I turned with him and tried to steady my walk and the tremor that rocked my hands. I could hear the men behind me say, "Look at that." I knew that they knew and was just waiting for them to say something. What would they say. "Hey, fag." I didn't know but I was scared to death to find out. I could feel their eyes on me, on my backside, on my ... everything. We finally made it to the elevators. I watched Jim push the up button and my heart took another leap. The lounge with the band was at the top of the building. The doors opened and we went into the small room. The two men caught up with us then and came into the elevator as well. I stood with my back to the wall, still clutching at Jim's arm. Both men looked at me. I could feel it like water washing over me, their eyes roaming from my legs to my breasts to my arms to my face and back down my body. They didn't say anything. I took a deep breath. The doors opened onto a noisy, open room. Well lighted. With people everywhere and a band playing slow music at the other end. I felt like every eye in the room turned to me as I stood there. "Lucky guy," one of the men said inexplicably. Why had they said that? What? Then Jim smiled and said, "Thanks. Yeah, I know." "See," he said to me as they walked away into the large room. I smiled in confusion. "They were congratulating me on being with you," he whispered, seeing my confusion. Then we were standing at the top of a flight of steps that dropped down into the room filled with tables and people. Jim just stood there where everyone could see me. I saw whole tables of faces turn my way, their eyes tracing my body, looking for every detail. I knew I was caught now. A waitress in a very short black skirt, net stockings and a red, lowcut blouse walked to us. "Follow me, please," she said, smiling at me. I had to let go of Jim's arm then because of the narrowness of the space between tables. He nudged me ahead of him toward the waitress and I had no choice but to follow. Every table we passed was full of men -- a few women -- staring at me. She led us through the entire room, finally holding a chair at a two person table at the other end of the room near the dance floor. I sat down, very carefully arranging the skirt of the dress and seeing my nearly naked legs come far out from under it. I quickly crossed them at the knee, trying to pull the skirt down more. Jim sat down beside me, pulling the chair around the table and smiling at the woman who still hovered nearby. She bent over my shoulder and set down two cocktail napkins. "What can I get you?" "The lady would like a gimlet and I'll have a scotch and water." I smiled. He'd saved me already. "Doubles, please." Again. We sat looking around the room. I noticed that most of the women were in this area, closer to the dance floor. I watched the couples dance smoothly, mostly slow dances with only one slightly faster exception that some people separated for. All the people seemed to be fairly young and I didn't see an ugly person in the group. The drinks arrived and the girl bent at the waist to put them down. I noticed her look at Jim none too subtly but trying not to let him look down the low cut front of her top. She wasn't so cautious with me and I got a clear view of her nipples in the open top. As she straightened, she saw me looking at her front and winked at me before taking Jim's money, making change and setting it back down in front of him. Again she gave me the view of her front. I wondered if it were on purpose. The gimlet was small but I could immediately taste how powerful it was. But I needed the fortification and, in moments, finished it. I noticed that Jim had done the same with his scotch. Jim ordered again and the waitress entertained me with the same view as before. I smiled back at her though I was a little concerned still. I knew that, being close to me, if someone was likely to spot me, it might be her. The fear put a strange edge on everything. When she returned my smile and left again, I decided she still hadn't seen me for what I am. When she left this time, I leaned close to Jim's ear. "Jim. I think she's going to spot me." He only leaned equally close to my ear. "Don't worry. No one could tell. I'm telling you." He kissed my ear and leaned back in his chair. Then he leaned forward again. "I'll prove it to you. Come on." I looked at him in amazement. In a split second he had stood and now offered his hand to me. In a flash, I could see what he was going to do and shook my head. I knew I wouldn't pass if I were dancing! He grabbed hold of my hand and physically lifted me from my chair. I resisted and tried to pull my hand free but I knew that if I really fought it would only make me more obvious than I already was. Damn him! He held my wrist tightly and led me to the dance floor where he turned and pulled me into his arms. As he put his hand firmly in the middle of my lower back, holding my hand solidly, I turned my mouth to his ear. "You son of a bitch!" I whispered. "You're going to get me caught! And I'm the one who'll get the shit beat out of me, not you! Goddammit!" "I love ya when you're mad," he whispered back in my ear with a smile in his voice. "If you don't start dancing with me, everyone's going to notice." I mumbled but I tried very hard now to match his steps. And after a few minutes, I found that I was enjoying it. He kept me from leaving the dance floor when the first song was finally over and we danced through a second and third. I found that I enjoyed following his movements, molding my body to his shape as he moved with me. Finally, he returned me to my seat and a fresh drink he'd ordered just before we left. "That was exhilarating," I said, panting with both the exercise and excitement. Maybe it was still fear as well. Finally, I got to drink my drink -- something I did quickly, needing the fortification as I looked around the room. I'd been consumed, as we danced, with just following him and not falling down or something equally as embarrassing. Now I actually looked at the other people in the lounge and at the place itself. It was a beautiful place with windows on the two sides of the room I could see from the table. It looked like it went on around to another side of the building. But here the view was magnificent, looking out over the city and the myriad lights below us. I could almost look straight down the side of the building to the street far below. In the room, there were two other tables of couples who talked quietly with their drinks between them. One table held three couples. I recognized most of these people from the dance floor. But the vast majority of the almost filled lounge were men. At a very posh sort of bar at one side, a row of men sat looking over the rest of the room from high stools. Only one stared down at his drink. The rest scanned the other people and, I saw with some concern, lingered frequently on me. Other tables held two, three, four and, in one case, six men. Several of the tables of two and three were obviously talking business. One even was almost covered with yellow pads, piles of legal looking papers, and other work. The larger tables seemed to be reserved exclusively for guys having a good time with multiple drinks in front of them, bowls of popcorn and peanuts, and loud talk and laughter. Again, several eyes met mine as I looked around. It took me a little by surprise when the lights dimmed. It was sort of like you were suddenly going blind or something, detail seeping out of things you'd been able to see clearly a few minutes before. Now the backbar had more light than the rest of the room, the lights near the small band were colored and muted, and the panorama below took on more definition than before with buildings becoming visible as well as street lights and moving cars. Of course, with the lowered lights, the music slowed as well. All but one of the couples moved to the dance floor. We sipped on fresh drinks quietly, catching our breath. "Excuse me," a masculine voice said at my side. "But you're not dancing. Would you do me the honor?" I looked up at the distinguished looking man at my elbow, holding out his hand toward me. I started to shake my head but Jim intruded. "She'd be happy to. I want to sit a couple of dances out." I could only look at him, my mouth falling open at what he was doing. I could have strangled him. "Please?" the man said with a sweet smile. "I insist, Amy. Go." I could feel my legs quake as I walked across the room toward the dance floor, the man's hand holding mine the whole way. What if he asked a question? What was I supposed to do then? God, I was scared. He stopped and turned into me, putting his hand on my waist and forcing my arm onto his shoulder. I tried to keep from coming in contact with him anywhere else but the aggressive way he danced, forced me to hold on tightly to keep with him. He was superbly graceful as he moved us around the dance floor in a slow, close glide that I'd seen people do before but didn't have the vaguest idea how to do myself. But I wasn't leading and he was very easy to follow. Actually, I didn't have a choice but to follow since he almost physically moved me where he wanted to go. He moved so smoothly and made me so much a part of his movements that I could only grin with it. This was the "fun" of dancing that I'd never either understood or been able to do before. We were so perfectly stuck together in our movements that there wasn't even any friction between us where he pressed to my entire front. "I always try to dance with the most beautiful woman in any crowd I'm in," he said near my ear as we moved. "You easily qualify tonight and I'm very happy you agreed." I only nodded and smiled to myself. The way he held me, I know he felt both my nod and smile. Like a true gentleman, when the song was finished, he led me back to the table and held the chair for me. "Thank you very much, Amy. You're an excellent dancer as well as being the most beautiful woman here." I just grinned up at him from my chair as he smiled at me and returned to a stool at the bar. "It looked as if you were really enjoying yourself," Jim said with another grin. "He's a wonderful dancer." It was only the truth. "You looked like you were molded together. Very beautiful," he said. I finished my drink and started another when the waitress brought it. After my first sip, I heard another voice at my shoulder and looked up. "I said, would you mind dancin' with me like you did with that other feller? You're really good." It took a second but then I decided, what the hell. I got up and followed him to the dance floor. Obviously a westerner, this man was equally graceful but danced in an entirely different style full of long strides and an occasional loosening of his grip to almost force me away before enfolding me again in his arms rather roughly. This style included more arm pumping and bumping rather solidly into my body. It was exhilarating and, again, fun. He thanked me in a deep drawl as he reseated me at the table and I smiled and nodded again. I had barely finished my drink and diminished the sweat on my forehead as another man walked up to the table. Jim only gestured with one hand toward the dance floor. I got up and followed the man who had my hand now. This one was different. And so was the music. It was slower and mellower. The man was much more sensual. First, after we were in a normal dance position, he pulled my right hand with his to his shoulder. It made it almost a hug as his other arm went almost completely around my lower back, his hand on my opposite side behind. His leg moved between my thighs as we moved and his chin was actually over my shoulder pressing me into his. Then he dropped his lead hand down across my back as well and made the position even more a bear hug into his large body. He moved his feet hardly at all and, when I did, I found his leg pressing firmly between mine. I felt his head turn until his mouth was near my ear. "God, you are a sexy little one, aren't you?" he said. "I like everything about you from that cute little dress to your nice little ass." I made as if to move away a little but he wouldn't let me. "I love your big tits pressing into my chest like this and your hot little pussy pushing into my leg like that. Mmmm." Now I really tried to push away with equal results. His tongue went into my ear and my entire being felt his breath. "That turns you on, doesn't it, baby?" he whispered into my ear before he kissed my neck. It actually made my eyes cross, it felt so good. I heard the song change but he didn't even seem to notice, never changing his movements in the least. "You married to this guy you're with?" he asked. For some reason, I shook my head. "Ahh. Then you're free. I'd give about anything you'd be interested in to fuck your eyes out tonight. What do you think of that?" Again I shook my head. "I think you better take me back to my table," I said in a soft whisper. It was much more breathless than I thought it would be and certainly more than I wanted. To my ears, it sounded huskily sexy. I wondered what it sounded like to him. Then I knew. He kissed me on the neck, sending shivers through my body that pulled my leg off the floor and between his legs. When I thought about it, as he stopped, I realized it is probably the sexiest thing a woman can do standing up. It never failed to turn me on anyway. "Yeah!" he breathed. "I'd fuck you until morning. I'd lick your cunt until you were dry. I'd chew on your clit until you couldn't stand it any more. I'd do anything you asked me to do." I shook my head and tried again to push him away with no success. His hands went to my bottom then, one over each cheek and