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Butching It Up
A Story By LorenaMae, Copyright (c) 1995
I was sitting on a stool in my favorite queer bar, my legs, clad in sheer
black nylons sleekly crossed. Between the miniskirt and the four inch
pumps, they looked a million miles long. I was wearing my hair in a
Veronica Lake style, long, blonde and falling over one eye. I supped my
vodka tonic and took a cigarette from the pack on the bar. I started to look
through my purse, long red nails clawing to find my lighter. I saw a light
and I looked up to see the gorgeous creature who was offering a lit, gold
Dunhill lighter.
I lit my cigarette, and looked into their eyes. Deep and blue, with a
cropped haircut, wool jacket and leather jeans. I smiled and hoped that I
hadn't flinched when I recognized that lovely butch. It was my boss's
boss's boss, the senior VP of our division, newly in from the coast.
"Come here often?" she said with a sly smile. There were rumors that she
was a lesbian, but I sure didn't expect to find her here. There I was just
another guy in the customer support department, toiling away to make a
living, but here, tonight, I was a femme fatale. And she -- she was the
butch from heaven.
I smiled back, and replied in a husky voice. "No. I am waiting for a
friend. Luckily they didn't how up," and turned on my brightest smile,
feeling the lip gloss slide across my teeth.
I knew I was in trouble when she laughed. I felt the strain at my elastic
panties, that surge of energy you get when somebody sexy is completely
focused on you. We had, in that moment, locked together.
"How about a dance?" she asked, and I felt the sparks fly as she took my
hand to lead me to the dance floor. Latin rhythms were pulsating on the
dance floor, and I felt her firm hand on the small of my back. We pulled
close, and I could feel that she was packing, a big phallus strapped under
her leather jeans,. As it pressed against my pubic bone, I felt myself go
weak in the knees, safe in the knowledge that she would never let me fall.
When we got back to the bar, I said I needed to freshen up, and went to
the ladies room. I could feel my heart beat under my Victoria's Secret bra,
and my breath was short. My panties weren't quite damp, but another
few minutes and they would be. I sat for a long moment, wondering what
to do, knowing that this night was about to get me into trouble.
Do I sneak out, and sit at work in fear that at the next meeting I am at
where she is she will recognize me, pull me aside? Or do I just go back
out there, mount the roller coaster and hang on for dear life?
My head was pounding as a touched up my lipstick, but as I pulled out my
perfume, I knew what my only answer was. Let's face the music -- and
dance. Slowly.
I went back to the bar, but didn't see her. I turned, and she smiled.
"It is a treat to watch you walk," she said to me. "I love how the nylon
slides against your legs as you walk. Most people who wear sexy clothes
don't surrender to the sensuality the way that you do, don't feel the sex,
the sway all through their bodies. But, you, ah, you move like molten
metal, liquid and solid all at once. You take my breath away.
"Look. Why don't I pay the bill and take you to dinner? There's a great
little intimate restaurant just down the road."
I hesitated. "I just want to make sure that you know I'm a.."
"Shhh!", she replied, putting her finger lightly on my lips. "You are a
gorgeous woman, one I want to get to know better. Okay?"
I was smitten. We went to her car, a big black Lincoln Town car, seats
like leather couches. The valet opened the door at the restaurant, and I
swiveled out, letting my legs take a long time to reach the ground. I saw
her watching me, and saw just a hint of a shiver.
Dinner was to die for. Tucked into a cozy banquette, one I watched her
tip the captain to get, we had a marvelous meal, with wine that tasted of
ambrosia. Her conversation was light and charming, and with the
absolute focus of her attention I felt nothing short of glamorous and
beautiful I knew that people were watching us, maybe because of the
gender blur we were in, but more probably because of the palpable heat
that was coming off of us.
I wanted her to touch me with every fiber of my being, but I didn't want
to do anything that would make this marvelous tension end. Every nerve
cell was turned up to maximum volume, and very little sensation would be
another explosion in my mind. I felt my legs slip against each other, her
breath on my bosom, the scent of the delicate food, the taste of the wine,
and with each new response, I would move to places I had never been
before.
We had liqueurs with our coffee, and she paid with a Platinum AMEX. I
prayed that I was steady enough to walk back to the car with her. She
bought a bottle of champagne to go.
She slipped her arm around my waist as we walked to the car, and I felt
like she was proclaiming our connection. In the car, she asked if I would
like to see the stars.
We sat in that mobile living room and sipped champagne, and we kissed
for the first time, a kiss that never seemed to end. She started to stroke
my legs through the nylon stockings, and I grabbed for her dick.
I realized it wasn't real and started to fumble, but she asked, in a little girl
voice, if I would like to suck it. I looked in her eyes, then unzipped her
fly, and unsnapped it. It flew up, and as I went down on her, she started
to moan, and from the mental stimulation plus the pressure of the harness,
I felt her come, gasping and quaking for what seemed like forever.
She smiled up at me and stroked my face. "You know," she said, "it
takes someone who has come full circle to really feel the full cycle of
passion. You are great!
"So what can we do for you now sweetheart?" she asked. If felt her hand
creep up my thighs, and I knew that the sweetness of this night had only
begun...
(the end)
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