Shelly and Angie
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Falling for Angie - by: R. Gold
Every summer, my family gathered in Philly and migrated to the
Catskills to a place called the Evan's Hotel. Evans was a resort.
Located deep in the mountains of New York state, it had the grand
entrance, trees galore, abundant natural settings. The main building
was a stately hotel. The ground floor was a lobby as big as any in the
city. Attached to that lobby was a grand dining room with hundreds of
seats. Upstairs were ten stories of hotel rooms.
I did not want to go. I had graduated and was heading to college at
NYU. But, my protests fell on deaf ears.
"It's a family tradition..."
"Once you get there, you will see what a good time you will have with
your sister and brother, your grandparents, and even us."
As the caravan headed north, I listened to my sister's babble and the
faint buzz of my brother's headphones. One long week...
Time seemed to stand still. Hazy, hot, and humid days in July... rowing
on an algae crusted lake...fishing for non-fish...shuffleboard?...a
swimming pool that had seen better days, cracked concrete, missing
tiles...old flesh under umbrellas playing 'canasta'... "Meet my
grandson, isn't he a handsome one?"..."Sso strong, so big...some catch,
he's going to make..."
The highlight was the Spanish band that would accompany the afternoon
ice cream in the sun by the pool and in the evening in the
'nightclub'...
I had never heard salsa, calypso, rumbas, tangos and it was neat to see
and hear a band perform something different. I enjoyed the exotic
sound, so different from the radio stations back home.
I much as I hated to admit it, it wasn't so bad. Since I was heading to
college next year, it was the last time I would be spending time with
everyone together, including my grandparents. I figured I would make
the best of it. My rationalization was that I was going to school next
year at NYU anyway and The Evans was in New York, state, of course.
Each evening, after dinner, we would dress up and walk to the
nightclub. The nightclub was the on-site, once glamourous entertainment
center that made all the old farts applaud and laugh their jewel
encrusted hands off. The Spanish musicians dressed up in tuxedos and
played whatever accompaniment was necessary for the evening's
entertainment.
The nightclub seated maybe two hundred, three hundred guests at tiny
tables where my parents and grandparents would consume scotch and
whiskey, smoke cigarettes and laugh. All week, enduring endless
comedians and off-key singers, the bad dance/magic acts and the poodles
jumping through hoops; I had almost given up.
"Les Girls Tonight!" the poster said as we entered the nightclub on
Saturday night...
With a roll of drums and the trumpets tooting, the show started -- the
stage going black, lights and smoke effects on the stage .. and
suddenly the rear curtains parted to reveal elegant showgirls parading
out in spangles and tall feather head dresses and glittery capes,
holding hands as they walked the stage. Tall and shapely, each more
beautiful than the next. I was mesmerized and I guess holding my
breathe as I watched their elegant beauty transform this old place into
something wonderous.
They stood there like beautiful statues. My eyes scanned them
individually. All were so magnificent. As I starred, I discerned some
differences. Some had wider hips, longer legs, or smaller breasts. Some
had tiny rib cages who's bones were almost visible. I looked hard at
all eight, trying to memorize their individual beauty.
They turned together and faced the audience. They looked exactly alike.
Long legs, beautiful bodies, gorgeous faces. Their hair piled on their
heads, topped with feather headdress. As they spun to face the
audience. Their silken capes covered with sequins reflected in the hot,
white spot lights. They stopped, smiled together, and lifted their
elegant arms high and dropped their capes. The silken capes floated
behind them, revealing that they were wearing little or nothing - tiny
spangled bikini thongs and pasties. The audience applauded.
The show girls became the backdrop for the master of ceremonies. She
was a tall redhead, massive piles of hair with golden sparkles in her
hair and make-up. She wore a gold, skin tight gown and matching shoes.
Her cleavage threatened to pop out of her top. As she gracefully walked
out on stage, she smiled and lit up a cigar. Smiling as she mouthed the
thick cigar, she began to suck on it like it was a penis...the audience
roared as she hammed it up.
I noticed that the girls were quietly leaving the shadows of the stage
and leaving the m.c. out their by herself. With the deepest voice I had
ever heard from a woman, she began to tell jokes.
I realised that this was not a woman, but a man in drag. As she
continued her monologue, she challenged the audience to tell who were
the real women in the show and who were female impersonators. Her comic
monologue comic started with 'My mother's' features and my 'Father's
'fixtures...' and got progressively more vulgar.
"Maybe the kids need to go to bed," my mother whispered to my father,
"I don't know if they should be exposed to those kinds of things."
My mother was motioning both my brother and me to get up and out and to
take our sister with us. We followed her out of the room and into the
entrance of the nightclub.
"Here's some money, go play pinball!" It was not a request, but a growl
to disappear. We left the nightclub as my mother disappeared back in to
join the crowd.
I did not want to miss the show. I had never seen anything so
glamourous and as beautiful as these almost naked showgirls and decided
that I was sneaking back in again. It was something I was not going to
pass up.
My sister said she had things to do and disappeared.
Offering a five dollar bill to my brother and telling him I'd meet him
in the teen lounge later, he happily went off in search of a place to
spend his new found wealth.
I returned and stood in the back of the audience and watched the show.
After the comedian was finished, the dancers appeared again. This time
they did a modern dance number in leotards of bright greens and blues.
The music was fast and these dancers performed well. As they did the
second number, I realised that not all of them were real women, but
some, like the m.c. were in drag. As I studied each dancer through the
lights, smoke effects, and shadows, I noticed one beautiful creature
who was the perfect girl of my dreams.
She was tall and fair skinned. She seemed to have that Grace Kelly
perfect beauty to her face and skin. She moved with grace, twirling,
dancing, twisting to the music with the others. Even in her leotard, I
could see how shapely she was.
The show was over in 45 minutes. The next act was a ventriloquist and a
dummy smoking a cigar.
I did not have to think about what I was doing next, I knew.
I left the nightclub and walked outside. I cut across the lawn and all
the way around the back to the kitchen entrance. The sounds of the
nightclub kitchen, the dim lights, the sounds of the air conditioners,
and a parking lot where the cooks and entertainers parked, came, and
went.
I waited quietly in the dark, sitting on a low stone wall by the
parking lot.
She appeared within the hour. She was easy to spot among her fellow
dancers. I couldn't mistake her body even in the low light of the
parking lot. Changed now, she had her hair pulled back in a pony tail,
a dark leotard, a short skirt, leg warmers, and heeled dance shoes on
her feet. Holding several bagged costumes in garment bags, a make-up
case, and gym bag in one hand, and a wig box and feathered headdress in
the other, she struggled to a van with the other girls.
She stumbled in the dark on the rough gravel, dropping her costumes in
the process. I stood up from my seat on the wall in the dark and walked
over and picked up her garment bags.
I smiled saying, "Hi, do you need a hand?"
Looking up in her eyes, I took in just how beautiful she was up close.
Even with her stage make-up and still glowing from her performance, she
was unbelievably pretty.
"Sure...!" she said as I handed her the boxes and bags and she stored
them in the back of the van. Walking around to the side door, she
leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. I must have turned a hundred
shades darker.
Her face lit up in a rewarding smile. She thanked me as I helped her
carry her boxes and bags to their van. Ignoring the hoots from the
other dancers, I attempted to make the most of the conversation.
Between the lump in my throat and my pants, I don't think that I had
ever seen anything so wonderous in all my life. This girl was leggy,
elegant, and athletic. She was not the skinny, emaciated runway model,
but had more of the dancer's controlled, exercised, tightness about
her.
It never entered my mind that I was looking at anything but a beautiful
girl. My body was stirred so strongly by this one entertainer, that I
knew I had to meet her. Was she a girl or a boy? It didn't seem to make
any difference at all to my libido.
My libido! I knew that my sexual reactions had never been the norm.
Sure, I had gotten excited before -- over my dates, my fantasies, and
more. Just about everything got me excited.
Of course, living in a house with a sexually active sister had peaked
my interest from the time I was twelve and would spy on her as she
made-out with her boyfriends in the back yard or the family room.
I enjoyed watching her undress her boyfriends and alongside our outdoor
pool or in our double hammock. Spying on her had become a pretty steady
entertainment for me on dateless evenings.
But then, there were my suppressed feelings. I sometimes masturbated
imagining I was my sister, in her place doing her boyfriend. All the
suppressed feelings, the sneaking in her closet, handling her clothes
and underwear...my head would spinning when I had gotten so high from
sex like that.
"You were terrific tonight. I especially enjoyed your dance numbers.
You were the most talented woman out there."
"Thank you," she said smiling. "You're sweet. What's your name?"
"Tom. Tom Levy."
"My name is Angie."
"What are you doing tomorrow, Angie?"
"Why, Tom Levy?"
"I was thinking that you might be interested in a picnic or lunch in
town."
"Sure, that would be fun. We have Sunday off. We're at the Concord
Hotel. As a matter of fact, how about if I pick you up right here
tomorrow around noon?"
"You are a sweety, Tom! Thanks for the help. See you here tomorrow."
I watched the van's lights until they were swallowed up in the night.
At noon the next day, I waited in the lot. Shaved, showered, with
flowers in hand, I strained to hear a car coming into the lot.
I had told my parents I was catching a bus to town and searching for
something to do -- a movie, a library, a 7-11 to rob. They reminded me
if I wanted a ride back to Philly, I needed to checkout with them by 7
pm.
At 12:15, a little red Neon pulled in and a horn beeped. Breathing a
sigh of relief, trotted over, and stuck my head in the window. Angie
certainly smelled nicer than the flowers the florist had available.
She grinned when she saw them.
"Oh, Tom Levy! They are beautiful! We'll need to drop them off so they
won't wilt before we enjoy our ride."
"Sure, Angie." I could not take my eyes off of her. She looked
gorgeous. Her hair was down and curled. She was wearing a simple
cropped tee and shorts. Her long legs were tanned and she had white
sneaks on her feet.
I was a nice looking guy and between football and baseball, I had grown
up big and strong. But, at 5'9", this showgirl had me beat by at least
two inches, probably more.
All the way to her motel, she told me about the tour and how she was
lucky to get out of New York for the summer. As I listened, I was
mesmerized by her smooth complexion, her long neck, her beautiful
features, her simple makeup and jewelry.
"Earth to Tom...Earth to Tom." She was laughing over my daydreaming.
she briefly rested her hand on my arm. "Yo, boy! See something you
like?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Angie. I wasn't trying to be rude but I guess I got
lost in thought."
We talked about her schooling, dancing, and all. She mentioned leaving
her hometown to pursue a new life in the City as an entertainer. I told
her about my high school sports and graduating high school. I did
mention that I would be moving to New York in the fall to attend
school.
"NYU? Oh, Tom, that's great! We'll be in the same city! I could show
you around. It would be great to have a friend to talk to in that big
city."
We arrived at the Concord. Pulling into the parking lot and she dashed
into a two story building in the back near the kitchens. In a few
minutes, and then we were off again.
She explained that the troupe, "Les Girls" was in the area for a few
days, doing the resorts in the Catskills just like that one we were
staying at. In a week, they would be off to the Berkshires and then
return to the Catskills.
We drove around for a while and finally came to a scenic spot where we
could park her car and walk away from the road safely.
"I'm not real woodsy," Angie said as we walked across a pasture that
overlooked the hills.
"I shall protect you from all the vicious chipmunks," I said laughing.
Angie hooked her arm in mine as if we had been together forever. In
sneakers today, she only seemed to be a couple of inches taller than
me. But in true showgirl fashion, she was as slender as anyone I had
ever met.
Spreading the blanket out, we opened and shared a soda. Laying on the
blanket, she snuggled close to me, so that she could take in the view
and use me as a backrest.
"It's so nice out here. I am so glad we met last night. As soon as I
saw you, I knew you were something special."
"Me, too. The show was exciting and you are the best thing I have seen
ever seen." I reached my arms around her and gave her a squeeze.
Looking into her eyes, I bent down to kiss her.
All she had on was a tiny white tee that revealed a bare tummy, a
pierced navel, and shorts. Her long legs were tanned, smooth, and
shapely. My arms could feel her bra and breasts as I squeezed.
"Mmmm," she hummed, cat-like as she snuggled into my lap. She turned
around and kissed me on the lips as she held my chin in her hand.
I kissed back and got lost in her warm, soft mouth. We kissed for a few
minutes, smiling and laughing. I stroked her head, her face, loving
every minute of it. Her pierced tongue was fun to suck on.
I reached up into her skirt and could feel the wetness of her sex. I
began to run my hands lightly between her legs and she gasped.
"Stop tickling, silly!" She pressed her hand harder on mine so that I
would not be tickling her and instead pleasuring her. I could feel the
her sex responding to my stronger touch.
She playfully reached for my hard-on that threated to rip out my pants.
"Hey, your happy to see me, huh?"
Before I could say a word, Angie was unzipping me and reaching in.
"Tom, it's not fair to make little Tom stay in the dark like that.
You're a cruel boy to punish little Tom...hmm, little Tom's not so
little."
As Angie stroked my dick, I reached under her shirt and bra and began
to play with her harden nipples. Cupping her tender high breasts and
squeezing them, she groaned with delight.
I pulled her underwear aside and probe the bud of her asshole. I wet a
finger and began to insert it deeper. She began to buck against my
hand, as she consumed my dick, deep in her mouth.
We kissed passionately. Our hands caressing and increasing our fervor.
The air was warm and sweet smelling. The sun warmed our bodies. I
looked her over carefully, caressing her from head to toe. It was the
most spectacular moment I had experienced in my life.
Angie went down on my cock and began to lick me and suck me. I pulled
off my pants so that I could have more movement and enjoy the
sensation.
As my hands went further up her leg, she stopped it firmly.
"Hey, slow down, boy. Let me enjoy little Tom here."
"Oh, Angie!" Her mouth was caressing my dick and washing it over and
over with her tongue.
She paused for a minute and looked up into my eyes. "Tom, are you
alright with me? I mean, I don't want to surprise you or anything."
We took a break for a minute, as I pulled her around and kissed her
smooth, tight buns. Licking her asshole with my tongue, Angie moved to
a nice doggie style position, that increased my pulse. I continued to
pull off her top and unhook her bra. Her breasts were beautiful and
very responsive.
"Angie, you are so beautiful."
"Oh, Tom. Do you really think so?"
"You are so gorgeous. From the moment I saw you last night, I felt so
much inside. You make my head spin."
She continued to push her ass into my caressing tongue. She moved to
her hands and knees pushing against me. She reached down and wet my
dick again.
"Oh, Tom, stop teasing me. Please!" She laughed, and pulled on my penis
so it started to run against her opening. "Fuck me, please."
As I slowly entered her ass, I reached around cupping her petite
breasts. Pushing further in and out, I used one hand to reached down
and fondle her sex, feeling her warmth and wetness.
Angie groaned louder and louder, as I drove deeper. I was finally
submerged completely in her and stopped. She began to buck against me,
setting the pace. Joined in passion, I was breathing hard. Pulling her
hair, fondling her, grabbing her, as if I had eight hands and a dick.
We came together. I could feel her respond and shiver with excitement,
as I came repeatedly. She arched her back and filled my hand with her
own wetness.
We lay together as I rubbed my sticky, wet hands onto her thighs, hips,
then breasts. She laughed at being covered in our warm cum.
We lay there in the sunshine and the privacy of our own world. I had
never felt this much contentment in all my life.
That afternoon, I explored all of the this beautiful creature.
She told me about her life. Growing up in the midwest, her love of
dance, her inability to feel anything for the opposite sex. She told me
about her parents rejection, the long transition using hormones,
electrolysis, implants. While she was twenty-two and older than me, I
felt that I was really in touch with a peer.
We talked about our futures and our dreams. We shared our thoughts
about life and everything we could think of.
Even though she had been through a lot more trials and tribulations in
her life, she always seemed to smile and laugh.
I caressed her breasts, squeezing them gently, licking the nipples with
my tongue. Complimenting their beauty as Angie moaned in passion. She
laughed and responded, "The best money can buy."
As I touched her all over, she showed me where the doctors had gone
through her belly button to deliver her implants. As much as I tried
with fingers and tongue, I could not find any evidence than she was
enhanced.
"That's because I'm only a B cup. The larger you make them, the more
difficult it is to keep them natural."
She showed me with her fingers how she had surgery on her throat to
shave her Adam's apple and tighten her vocal cords to give a more
feminine sound to her voice.
As I took her breast into my mouth, kissing her and fondling her sex.
I questioned why she had not had the operation to make her transition
complete.
"I didn't want to rush headlong. It's very expensive and kinda scary if
something goes wrong."
She then talked about the odd jobs she had to do to keep herself going
from one dance audition to the next.
Angie admittedly did not enjoy anal intercourse as much as I, but
inspite of that, we both enjoyed each other thoroughly.
"It's still fun to feel you in me, getting excited and getting off, but
I enjoy taking you in my mouth and watching you get excited as you
cum."
I laughed.
I had yet to take her into my mouth. I reached around and playfully
touched her penis.
"Does this feel good to you?"
She grinned and closed her eyes in pleasure. I wet my fingers and
caressed her anal opening.
I licked her cock. It grew warm and enlarged, but it did not grow very
hard. Because it was Angie, it did not feel odd or wrong. As I licked
her, I discovered that her scrotum sack was empty. I could feel the
ridge along where the surgeon had removed the testis.
"It's called an orchi! Castration! I had it done when I turned
eighteen."
"Why?"
She sighed with pleasure as I continued to lick and caress. "Its the
surest way to let the hormones work on my body without interference. I
never felt like they were important. I could honestly do without my
penis, too."
"Angie, with or without, you are beautiful." I took her deep into my
mouth, feeling her grow and start to buck, fucking my face. I grabbed
her cheeks, stroking them. She purred with pleasure as I caressed her
asshole.
As I turned her around into a sixty-nine position, feeling her
wonderous body slide across mine. She sucked hungrily on my enlarged
cock. I never thought I would stop cumming.
As Angie dropped me off back at the hotel, I knew I had met someone
special in my life. Going to NYU that fall was going to be something to
look forward to.
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