Samantha finds Trouble
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A Story
I'm a 26 year-old male, single, and have always
considered myself straight. That's why this
particular incident took me by such surprise.
You'll see what I mean.
It started one evening when I got a phone call
from a friend of mine named Sam. I say he was
a friend, but he was really only an acquaintance.
I had met him through some friends of mine, and
I had some suspicions he might be gay, but no
absolute knowledge. He was a rather small and
delicate guy, with clear skin, feminine facial
features and striking blue eyes. He also wore his
dark brown hair long and full, like a girl would.
But I had never really even talked to him for
more than a couple minutes, and had never been
alone with him, so when he called and said he
wanted to come over to my apartment, I was
surprised. I asked him why, and he said he had a
surprise for me. I said OK, since I didn't really
have anything else to do. I sat back down and
resumed watching the game, and had almost
forgotten about Sam, when the doorbell rang. It
was him, and he had a strange, nervous air about
him. He was smiling, but was also avoiding
direct eye contact. Anyway, I invited him in,
and he came in quickly, carrying a backpack. He
sat down on the sofa opposite where I had been
sitting. I sat down, too.
"So, what's this big surprise?" I said. He
muttered something I didn't understand and
changed the subject. He was getting increasingly
nervous. So I asked him what was in the
backpack. Again, he didn't really answer me.
Then, he told me he needed to use the restroom,
so I told him where it was. He took the
backpack with him.
He was gone for a long time, like a half-hour. I
had opened a bottle of wine, and was really
starting to worry about him, and was about to
get up and go ask him through the door if he
was all right, when the door opened and out he
came. Or should I say, out SHE came?
Instead of the Sam that had gone in, there stood
a beautiful girl, with the same long, dark brown
hair and blue eyes as Sam. She was incredibly
gorgeous and sexy. She wore a short black satin
skirt, and a long sleeved black sheer blouse, so
sheer that I could clearly see her lacy black satin
bra underneath. I could also see how soft and
clear and even her skin was under the blouse.
She had on sheer black hose, and sexy high-heel
black strappy sandals, sandals that revealed most
of the foot. I keep saying she, even though I
knew it was really my friend Sam, because she
looked so incredibly beautiful and lustworthy.
Sam's face, which had naturally girlish features,
had been done up with an expert makeup job.
She had thick, black eyelashes, eyeliner and eye
shadow, and soft, wet, full red lips. She also had
earrings and a matching gold necklace. I had
only subconsciously noticed that Sam's
fingernails were long before, but now they were
beautifully manicured and polished. I had to
admire the transformation for its own merit,
regardless of the fact that, standing there in this
room with this fantastic looking babe, I was
getting really horny.
Now, as I said earlier, I have always been
straight, so the idea of being turned on by this
male friend of mine, no matter how much he
looked like a sexy woman, was making me very
uncomfortable.
All this time, neither of us had said a word.
Finally, Sam said, "Well, what do you think?"
I said, "You are incredibly gorgeous! But....Is
this your surprise?!"
He said, "Yes. I wanted to be beautiful for you,
but I knew if I told you about it, you would
freak, so I figured I would just spring it on you
like this."
"You wanted to be beautiful for me? What do
you mean?"
"Well, when I dress like this (and I do fairly
often,) I feel very feminine, like a real woman.
The last couple times I was around you, I started
thinking about how much I would like to feel
that way with you around, since the only thing
missing from all my "femme" experiences so far
is having a man find me sexy and pretty."
"Well, you certainly are sexy and pretty, I must
say. I can't believe how pretty you are, but then
you always were kind of feminine looking. But I
REALLY can't believe how sexy you are. I
mean, if I just saw you somewhere and didn't
know you were not a real girl, I would definitely
be thinking about ways to get into your pants. I
mean, I DO know, and you're still having an
effect on me."
"What kind of effect?"
"You know, a sexual one!"
By this time, we had sat down on the sofa and
had each poured ourselves a glass of wine. I
couldn't help noticed how natural Sam sat in the
skirt, and crossed his (her!) legs. Those legs
that, for the life of me, I could not stop myself
from looking at. They were fantastic, long and
smooth, not too thin, and a little muscular. Her
thighs were firm and I couldn't help following
them all the way to where they disappeared
under her skirt. Once I though I saw a lace
stocking top, but wasn't sure.
"I was hoping you would say that. Having a
guy like you find me sexy is like my biggest
fantasy, but there's more to it than that. You are
such a nice guy, Pete, and have been fantasizing
about you for a while now."
"Now wait a minute, Sam! Hey, I can't call you
Sam when you look like this. What should I call
you?
"Call me Samantha," she said, and her voice
changed when she said it. It became more lilting
and girlish, and at the same time sort of dusky.
Her body language and her face changed, too.
She was becoming a hot, seductive woman
before my very eyes, in action as well as
appearance.
"OK, Samantha. But look, I'm not gay. I've
never been with a man, and never even
considered it."
She said, "Do I look like a man to you, Pete?"
I had to admit she had a point. I decided to have
another glass of wine and see what happened. I
continued to look her over in the meantime. The
lacy bra was very sexy, and it was odd how it
looked like she really had breasts in there. The
fact that she was sitting on my sofa, looking like
my perfect female fantasy, smelling like a girl,
looking like a girl, sounding like a girl, and I'm
sure feeling like a girl, was really starting to
affect me.
"So what did you hope would happen here
tonight, Samantha?"
"Well, so far it's going better than I had hoped.
As for the rest of the evening, I am leaving its
outcome in your hands. Let's just say, I want to
make you happy, and I've made plans to spend
the night."
Again, once when I was looking at her legs, I
thought I saw a lace stocking top. I love
stockings, much more than pantyhose, and the
idea that Samantha might be wearing stockings
and a garter belt was really getting me intrigued,
not to mention more and more horny. It was
amazing how good her legs looked, and it was
getting harder and harder for me to resist the
temptation to touch them and see if they felt as
good as they looked. My cock, which had been
erect for some time, was getting harder and
harder, and I was concerned that Samantha
might be able to see that she was giving me a
hard-on, though as I thought about it, that didn't
totally upset me.
So, here I am sitting in my apartment with a guy
I barely knew, who's dressed, totally
convincingly, as a sexy, beautiful girl, a girl who
has basically told me she wants to go all the way
with me (though I'm not sure exactly what that
would entail in this case.) And I am getting
harder and hornier and all the reasons NOT to
give in to temptation are getting less and less
compelling, and the urge to touch, feel, fondle,
KISS this beauty in front of me is getting
stronger ever second.
"Pete, I really want to be with you. I promise I
will make it better than anything you have ever
had before. I will be such a girl for you, will be
exactly what you want, will be your fantasy. Let
me love you. It's what I want."
So, I leaned over and kissed her. I put my arms
around her and pulled her toward me and kissed
her full on the lips. It was amazing how she
kissed exactly like a girl, and moved and felt and
smelled like one, too. Her skin was as soft and
smooth as I had hoped, and her soft skin
combined with her sexy, erotic clothes was an
electric combination. I have always been into
sexy girls' clothes, the more feminine the better,
and she and I seemed to have exactly the same
taste. We kissed for a long time, exploring each
other's lips and mouths with our tongues. I
closed my eyes, and was completely forgetting
that the beautiful girl I was making out with was
actually a guy. This went on for quite a while,
and we began running our hands all over each
other's bodies. She unbuttoned my shirt and
pulled it off, and then my pants, leaving me in
my underwear. Then she seductively stood up
and unzipped her skirt. I reached out to touch
her ass, not only because her ass looked so
incredible, but also because I wanted to feel the
soft satin skirt against her skin before she took it
off. She slid it down her long legs, and what I
saw next took my breath away. She was
wearing silky black lace panties, and a sexy, lacy
black garter belt, holding up lacy top stockings,
just as I had fantasized. This was turning into a
dream come true, and any reservations I had
about Samantha's ostensible maleness were
evaporating. As I stood there before her, with
my prick straining against my underwear, there
was no disguising that I had fallen for her and
was putty in her hands.
We went into the bedroom, and laid down on my
bed, I in my shorts and her in her fantastic
lingerie. I laid her back on the bed and gazed at
her beauty, while touching her to feel her
fantastic soft, feminine body. She was by far the
most beautiful woman I had ever been with, and
I realized that, no matter what was different
about Samantha inside her panties, I didn't care,
because I had to be with her or I would die.
At this point, all we had done was kiss and touch
each other in fairly harmless ways, but my
erection had grown so prominent that Samantha
could no longer ignore it. She pulled down my
underpants and grabbed my swollen cock with
her manicured hand. She stroked it a few times,
and then said,
"I see you are enjoying yourself. Well, baby,
you ain't had nothing yet."
She then slid down to where she could start
kissing the head of my dick with her beautiful
red lips. After a minute, she started sliding it
into her mouth, and before I knew it, she was
giving me a full blowjob. It felt incredible, and it
was so hot watching her sucking it. She was
pretty, and when she didn't have her eyes closed,
she would look up at me with those incredible
blue eyes. I was "getting there," when she
stopped and said, "Not yet, baby. I have plans
for this."
She started kissing me again. I was running my
hands all over her beautiful body, her legs, her
ass, but had so far avoided one area. I was
afraid of what my reaction might be, and I didn't
want to break the spell. But, I was getting so
hot now, that I couldn't imagine stopping, so I
started working my way up her thighs, past
those sexy stocking tops (yum!) to her panties.
That moment when you first touch a woman's
panties is a magic moment in every case, and,
though I was sure this would be different from
every other time, it proved to be no less magic.
As I touched her panties, the first sensation I had
was of the soft, silky nylon, which is one of my
favorite things, but I soon realized that, inside
"oh, so feminine" panties was a hard cock. As I
touched it, rubbed it, fondled it, and the balls
that hung below it, Samantha moaned with
ecstasy. The sound of her voice, in such obvious
pleasure, turned me on so much that, if there had
been any doubts about my going through with
whatever it was we were about to go through
with, they vanished into my horniness, horniness
that surpassed any I had ever known. I was
hotter than I had ever been, and the idea of
making love to this beautiful transvestite in my
bed was making my lust almost uncontrollable.
She had her panties on over the garter belt, so I
could pull them down her sexy legs without
disturbing the belt or the stockings. This was
perfect for me, since I love to make love to a
woman who is wearing stockings. Again,
Samantha proved how perfect for me she was.
As I pulled the panties down, her beautiful cock
popped out, erect and slightly wet at the tip. I
had never seen a real live one up close and
personal before, but rather than being repelled, I
was hornier than ever.
By this time, Samantha was as hot as I was, and
was moaning softly and effeminately, almost
continuously. I lay on top of her and kissed her,
deeply, passionately, like I had never kissed
anyone before. She seemed to open up her body
and receive me into it. Our bodies were
touching all over, and she still felt exactly like a
girl in every respect, except one. Suddenly,
before I knew what was happening, we had
gotten ourselves facing opposite directions, and,
with her laying on her back on the bed, and me
on my elbows and knees over her, we were in
the perfect position for what happened next.
At the same instant, we took each other into our
mouths, and suddenly we sucking each other off
at the same time. It was so incredibly sexy,
because I could see and touch her beautiful
stockinged legs the whole time. I had never
sucked a dick before, but the fact that this one
belonged to my love Samantha had me sucking
away. I loved the taste of it, and it was amazing
how we both got harder and harder at the same
time. It was almost like I was sucking my own
cock. The harder my cock got in her mouth, the
harder hers got in mine. It took on a life of its
own, and there was no stopping us. We each
had an instinctive feel for what the other wanted
and needed, and we were so in tune with each
others' bodies, it was like we had done it a
thousand times before. We both pumped and
sucked, sucked and pumped, and I felt the most
powerful orgasm of my life building in my
insides. We were both moaning and groaning,
and as both of our moans reached fever pitch,
we came at exactly the same time, filling each
other's mouths with hot come. I didn't gag or
anything. I was so horny, I just enjoyed the feel
of Samantha filling my throat with her hot love.
After a few minutes, during which we held each
other and proclaimed our undying love and
devotion for each other, we both started getting
turned on again. There was enough come left
over from the previous time (I guess we didn't
swallow ALL of it,) that Samantha used a bunch
of it to lubricate her ass. She lay back on a
pillow and spread her gorgeous legs. "Fuck me,
baby, fuck me like the girl I am."
I pulled her legs up and apart, and stuck my hard
dick into her, gradually, until it was all the way
in. She moaned with pleasure as I started
pumping, and her sexy lips made a perfect "O".
With her eyes closed, and her lips open, she was
the face of passion, and just looking at her, and
hearing her moan, had me ready to come again
in no time flat. Her moans turned into screams
of pleasure, and I worked it harder and harder.
She was jerking herself off with her right hand
while I was fucking her, and she shouted, "Come
in me, baby! Now!" And I did, filling her up
with hot love juice, just as she brought herself to
orgasm again.
Samantha and I moved in together the next
week, and we are still living (and loving)
together. I have never had such great sex with a
real girl, and we are perfect for each other in
every other way, too.
Libbie
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