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Elevator Meeting
Copyright 2002 - Katrina Llyr ([email protected])
We met first on the elevator in my building, I'd seen him
around the building, and thought that he had a friend down
the hall from me, I'd seen him knocking at a nearby door. I
was on my way home from work, he was on his way back from a
jog by the looks of his exercise shorts and sweat soaked T-
shirt.
"Hey, I've seen you around but haven't introduced myself,
I'm Carl, you're up on 8 right?"
"Yeah, hi, nice to meet you Carl", I replied, "I'm Ryan."
He grasped my hand firmly and held it longer than usual.
We made small talk and he got off on 6 and I continued up
to 8. God he was cute, I thought to myself. He was in his
early 30's, thin, but muscular, dark hair and great eyes.
We'd see each other here and there, he was always friendly,
always striking up a conversation with me about this or
that, but always seemed to be interested in a bit more than
conversation, but I could never be sure.
One night I was out at the bar dressed to meet someone,
dressed as Katrina. I had a short black lace skirt, cream
silk blouse and strappy heels. As I walked to the elevator
from the garage, he was just stepping on to it and held the
door for me. My heart jumped into my chest, I rarely ran
into people from the building late at night in the elevator
and never someone I knew, especially while dressed.
He just smiled though and asked what floor I wanted, which
set my fears that he might recognize me at ease. I said 8
and was surprised to hear him say, "Me too" and hit the
button. We chatted a bit, small talk, the same type of
stuff I always talked about with him while I was dressed as
Ryan, and when the elevator stopped at my floor he held the
door for me and gestured an "after you".
I walked out and he followed, heading down the hallway
behind me in the same direction. I stopped at my door and
he said a goodnight as he passed and continued down the
hall, not stopping at his friends but heading towards the
other elevator at the other end of the building. I felt a
little creeped out that he had followed me and knew that if
I followed him down to the next elevator I'd see it stop on
6, his floor. I had had a few drinks though and shrugged it
off without thinking about it too much and went inside.
A week later we ran into each other in the laundry room,
this time with me coming home from work again in my regular
clothes. He seemed anxious to talk to me but went through
the small talk "how've you been" quickly as we both loaded
up the washing machines before he asked.
"Hey, do you have a new roommate? I know you lived with
that one girl before, but the other night I was headed to
my buddies and I saw a different girl headed in to your
place, tall, thin, long black hair?"
I quickly came up with a story that she must have been a
friend of my roommates stopping by and that I couldn't
recall meeting someone fitting that description but that my
roommate had many friends.
"Man, I gotta tell you, she was something, she had on this
short lace skirt, her legs were amazing, long and sexy. I
made sure she got off the elevator first so I could check
her ass out."
Outwardly I feigned ignorance of the woman he had seen, but
internally I chuckled and was fairly flattered at the
reaction my outfit and appearance had on him. We chatted
some more and went our separate ways.
Over the next couple weeks we ran in to each other quite a
bit and he got more and more friendly with me, it was
obvious at this point that he was interested in more than
friendship with me. I knew he was into guys because he was
obviously hitting on me, but knew he must also be into
women with his description of "my roommates friend". I
hadn't run into him again while dressed as Katrina but
every time I came home from the clubs I somewhat hoped to
so I could see if he still couldn't recognize me as Ryan.
One night we were both leaving the building at the same
time, me as Ryan, he mentioned he was headed for a drink
across the street and asked if I wanted to come along. I
was out to do the same and went with him. We tipped back a
few and chatted, he made a point of asking if I had a
girlfriend, then halfway joking if I had a boyfriend, like
he was judging my reaction to his question.
The bar closed and we went back to the building, on the way
up he asked if I wanted to come in for another drink. I was
awake and had no plans so I did. We got to his place and we
continued talking and had a couple more drinks. Each time
he got up to get another drink or something he'd end up
sitting a bit more closely to me until he was right beside
me. Mid-conversation he got that look like he wanted to
kiss me, but was on guard. I decided, "fuck it" and leaned
in and kissed him. He was surprised, but it only took a few
seconds before his tongue was snaking into my mouth, which
I returned readily.
I didn't want things to go too far though, so as his hand
wandered to the front of my jeans I pulled away and said
that even though I wanted to, it was getting late. What was
really on my mind was the fact that I was shaved clean from
the neck to my toes and was wearing a pale green satin and
lace thong under my jeans and wasn't sure how he'd feel
about it. He asked if he could see me again on the
following Friday and I agreed to meet him at his place at
9:00 and we'd have a drink and go out.
A few nights later I was leaving my apartment as Katrina
and ran into him with his friend from down the hall from
me. He introduced himself, mentioning that he knew Ryan. I
explained I was a friend of Ryan's roommate, exchanged
pleasantries, and made my way to the elevator. He still
didn't recognize me, but he was surely interested in
Katrina also, his eyes moved up and down my body as we
talked. Later that evening I started devising a plan for
Friday. Instead of Ryan coming to his apartment on Friday,
Katrina would, I had to know how far I could go without him
realizing who I really was.
The day came and I started getting ready early, shaving my
body nice and smooth, using a scented lotion as I got out
of the shower. I decided to go a bit more conservative with
my outfit since I wasn't sure what kind of place he was
planning on taking me. I settled on a long black skirt that
went mid calf, but was tight and showed off my ass well and
had side slits that went to a bit above the knee. On top I
wore a simple red satin blouse with a black lace bra and
thong, garter belt and very sheer black stockings that gave
just a hint of darkness. For shoes I picked out some simple
strapped pumps that had a slightly chunky heel. Try as I
might I just can't dance in spiky heels and wasn't sure if
we'd be going to a dance club or not. I also made sure I
wore my seldom used contacts instead of my glasses. He had
only seen me as Ryan in my usual male frames, never
contacts, and even though I hated my contacts and had a
couple pair of female frames, I figured it would throw him
off even more. I put on my jewelry, a spritz of perfume, a
quick touchup of the dark red lipstick that matched my
nails perfectly, slipped on a light jacket, grabbed my
purse and I was out the door and headed down to his
apartment.
It took me a second when I got to his door before I
knocked. I knew he liked me as a guy, and I knew that he
liked how "my roommates friend" looked when he saw "her",
but wasn't sure what he'd think if he knew they were one
and the same, this could end up badly. All I could do was
try though.
I knock, the door opens. He's wearing a white button down
shirt with an open collar and black pants, they both look
perfectly tailored to his body, I catch a light hint of
cologne.
"Hello? Um, can I help you?" he asks.
"Hi, I'm Katrina, Ryan's roommates friend. Ryan couldn't
make it, he got held up with work and asked if I could drop
by and let you know, he didn't have your number."
"Oh, that's too bad, tell him we'll have to do it another
time. Um, do you mind if I write him a quick note for you
to give him, with my number so he can call?"
"Of course not, I'll wait here."
"Nonsense, come in."
I entered his apartment, which was furnished in a
minimalist style without looking too sparse, simple, but
very tidy, and very low lit, someone was looking to hook up
tonight.
"Please sit down, help yourself to that wine on the table,
I poured it thinking you were Ryan, I'll be right back."
I sat down and took of my jacket, draping it over the arm
of the couch and set my purse on the table. After a few
minutes he came back and I could tell he liked my outfit
when he saw it, with my legs crossed he could see a fair
amount of the one leg poking from the slit. He sat down
next to me on the couch and handed me the note, which was
folded so I couldn't look at what he had written without
being obvious. I tucked it in my purse making sure he
couldn't see the condoms I had inside, he wasn't the only
one that was looking to get lucky tonight.
"You look lovely, are you headed out tonight?"
"Actually no, my date cancelled on me also, I was just
going to watch a movie at Ryan's place, they let me do what
I want there, I'm practically another roommate."
"That's too bad, about your date, he doesn't know what he's
missing."
"Thank you, you look nice yourself. Listen, I know I'm not
Ryan, but since we're both dressed up, why don't we go out
instead, friends, have a drink or two?"
"I don't see why not, I had planned on taking Ryan to The
Bonfire (a local gay bar I actually frequented as Katrina
occasionally) but we can go wherever you want."
"That's fine, we can go there (relieved it was a trans
friendly place), Ryan has taken me there before, it's a fun
place."
"Alright then, let's go."
He took my hand and helped me up, only then noticing my
height. I was already tall, and in my four inch heels I was
well over 6', which gave me about 4 inches on him. He
looked at me somewhat quizzically for a second, but then
helped me with my jacket and led me down to his car.
At the bar we got to know each other a little, me using
Ryan's life as much as possible as I told him about myself,
since I knew he knew very little about Ryan in the first
place. At one point, June, another crossdresser that I knew
stopped by and said a quick "hello", keeping it short since
I was on what looked to her like a date. She was new and
fairly inexperienced and was obviously a crossdresser, I
had been dressing for quite some time and was fairly
passable.
Again Carl looked at me oddly after June left, but again
shook it off and asked me to dance. By now we had had a few
drinks and he was starting to openly flirt with me, and I
back at him. I did get a little annoyed that me as Ryan
didn't make our date but he still started working on the
next thing to come along, but also knew what he had thought
of Katrina when he saw her before and knew that I would
probably do the same thing, especially with this being Ryan
and Carl's first date.
We danced a few songs, the usual gay bar house/techno, and
ended up getting closer and closer as we danced until his
hands were on the small of my back and we were mere inches
away. I felt bad about the height difference which was much
more obvious up close and suggested we sit down.
We found a booth table in the corner and he slipped in next
to me. The waitress came and took our order and we just sat
in silence for a minute.
"I have to say Katrina, and I hope this doesn't come out
wrong, but I'm not really having a problem with Ryan not
making it tonight, you're a great girl, I'm having fun."
"So am I Carl, thank you for rescuing a damsel in distress
and showing her a good time, my hero!"
And with that I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek
that lingered just a little longer than my joking tone
implied. He sat back and he looked at me, and was about to
lean in for a real kiss when the waitress brought our
drinks. As Carl paid her I had a quick sip of my martini
and had barely set it down on the table and the waitress
had barely made it five steps away before Carl brought his
hand to my face and pulled me in for the kiss he had been
about to make before.
He pulled away slightly, but I quickly pulled him back to
return the kiss, taking it further and darting my tongue in
to his mouth. Shortly we were going at it fairly heavily
and his hand made it's way to my knee on the outside of my
skirt, sliding slowly up my leg to mid-thigh before going
back down looking for the slit of my skirt. As he found it
I brought my hand down to his, not forcing it away, but
holding it before he went further.
"Carl, should we be doing this, I mean, you were supposed
to be out with Ryan tonight, what would he think?"
"I don't know, I'm getting the feeling he wouldn't mind
though Katrina."
Then looking me deep in the eyes he said, "Do you mind
Ryan, do you mind that I'm here with Katrina? I certainly
don't mind if you don't"
I just smiled at his final recognition and leaned back in
to kiss him, guiding his hand through the slit in my skirt
to my stocking covered leg and bringing my hand back to his
waist.
After a few minutes, with his leg nearly to my panties, I
again stopped him, we were tucked in the corner of the
club, but we could still be seen if anyone looked.
"When did you figure it out, who I really was?"
"I'm surprised it took me so long, it wasn't until we
started dancing, but something had been nagging me all
night, then it hit me when we started dancing."
"You don't mind do you? My not letting you know and all,
playing this trick on you?"
"No, it was a lovely surprise, I felt bad about being
attracted to Katrina while I should have been with Ryan. I
want you to know though I didn't make a move on you until
after I made the connection."
"Thank you, that's sweet."
"Now, what do you say we head back to my place for a quiet
drink, there's too many people here."
"That would be lovely."
We headed out quickly, and I noticed Carl drove much more
aggressively on the way home than when we left, he was in a
hurry for something. I was flattered knowing he was
hurrying to get to me.
We got back to his place and he mixed us both a martini and
we sat on the couch, after a sip or two we were back in
each others arms, his hand back in my skirt, mine clutching
his back pulling him to me. His hand found the back of my
panties and slipped inside, stroking my ass as lightly as
he could in the position he was in, I rolled partly on my
side to give him more access.
By this time my hand had started to explore a bit more and
I ran my hand down his chest, pleasantly surprised at it's
firmness before running it down further, past his waist and
on to his crotch. He was well excited at this point, and I
stroked him lightly, his hand still at my ass, but working
it's way down my thigh and back towards the front. My other
hand started trying to unbutton his shirt but the position
we were in made it difficult. He pulled away, his hand
sliding back from under my skirt and started undoing his
shirt, I laid down on my back on the couch and watched,
hiking my skirt up to just under my crotch, showing him the
tops of my stockings and running my hand up and down my
thighs.
He took off his shirt and bent down to help me with my
blouse, stopping every couple buttons to kiss me until it
was off and laying on the floor. He sat up again and
started to go for his belt, but I sat up and pulled him to
me, kissing him on the lips before moving down his body
with my kisses, to his chest, and as I got to his stomach I
pushed him back lightly so he was leaning against the back
of the couch and I slid on to the floor kneeling in front
of him. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants, grasping
both the waist of his pants and boxers I slid them down his
body. I knew what I wanted and I didn't want to deal with
shedding his layers one by one.
He sighed with relief as his cock was freed, he must have
been straining under there he was so turned on. I kissed
his thighs, my hand lightly stroking his cock. I placed my
tongue at the base of the underside and slowly brought it
to the head, which I circled when it got there, he moaned
with pleasure. I then got to work, taking him in my mouth
and sucking him lightly, his hand moving to the back of my
head guiding him in. He was of average size, so I had no
problem eventually taking him further and further into my
mouth until his head was lodged nicely in my throat and he
was moaning loudly. I didn't want this to end here though
so I let him slip from my mouth and, taking him back in my
hand, slid back up next to him on the couch laying on my
side, draping one leg over his legs and guiding his hand
inside my panties to my ass.
Kissing him, his hand eventually found it's way to my
asshole, which he stroked lightly, my moan of pleasure
letting him know he had free use of it. He was a gentleman
though, because he smiled and said "later" and led me to
his bedroom, laying me on my back and sliding my skirt off,
kissing his was up my leg until he reached my panties,
which he slid down the front of only freeing my cock and
taking it in to his mouth. He sucked me slowly and lazily,
building slowly until I was nearly ready to shoot inside
his mouth. I pulled him up with a gasp and kissed him hard
and looked him in his eyes,
"Fuck me, please, I want to feel you inside of me."
Our lips lightly grazed each other's as I said it, my lips
moving against him as I told him how much I wanted him.
He smiled and rolled me on to my front, his hand massaging
my back as they worked their way down, his lips kissing my
shoulders and neck, my whole body as he went lower, sliding
my panties off. One hand left me and I heard a drawer open
while his other continued it's massage. His other hand
pulled away and after a few seconds I felt his finger back
at my ass, this time coated with lubricant, which he slowly
worked into me with first one, then two fingers slowly
massaging, working the lubricant in until I loosened and
his fingers worked freely for a few strokes inside of me.
Again his hand went away for a few seconds and then the
returned on my back, kissing my neck again, his hands
moving down to my hips which he pulled up and slid a pillow
under my waist, raising my hips several inches but keeping
me reclined.
I then felt his weight shift and he was on top of me, I
could feel his cock against my ass, I moved my hand back
and gave his balls a quick squeeze while making sure there
was the ridge of a condom at the base of his shaft,
satisfied, I moved both hand to the cheeks of my ass,
spreading them and giving him full access to me, I turned
and smiled slyly and mouthed "fuck me" to him. He stroked
up and down a few more times and then I felt the head of
his penis at my ass, making slow darting movements before
pressing more firmly until his head was inside me. I
groaned and he paused, letting me get used to it before
continuing. He'd slowly pump in and back, a little more
working inside me with each stroke. When he had gotten
about half of himself inside me, I bucked my waist up
against him, pressing hard, forcing the rest of him inside
in one stroke and releasing a large groan from him as I
took a deep intake of air.
His strokes built stronger and faster, his hands on my
shoulders, his lips on my neck, until he was fucking me
strong and hard, my moans constant but of pleasure, not
pain, he felt fantastic inside of me. With one smooth
stroke he bit my neck lightly and pressed himself full into
me, causing a groan of pleasure from me. We rolled over so
I was laid out full on top of him, him on his back, his
chest against my arched back, our heads next to each
other's. I spread my legs and placed my feet flat on the
bed while he thrust inside of me, his hand stroking my cock
in rhythm to his strokes.
I could tell he was getting close and I was getting pretty
far along myself, but I wanted to do one more thing. I sat
up, forcing his legs down, and looking over my shoulder at
him, I slowly turned my body with him still inside me until
I was straddling him with me on top, facing him, his
expression said all that was needed about my maneuver, he
loved it. I leaned down and kissed him, our tongues
dancing, until I sat back up and started riding him hard,
flexing my ass, working his orgasm from him. His hand found
me again and after a few minutes he brought on my orgasm,
my cum spraying across his chest and face as I rode him.
The tightening of my ass as I came brought on his and his
hands grasped my waist and pressed himself as far as he
could go while I pressed down against him. I could feel him
inside of me, the jerking of his cock as he emptied himself
in the condom inside of me.
Eventually, me still straddling him catching my breath, he
pulled me down next to him, his spent penis sliding out of
me and pulling me in tight for a kiss, tasting remnants of
my own semen from his face as I kissed him. We held each
other for awhile, kissing each other and running our hands
up and down each other's damp bodies. Eventually after
cleaning ourselves off we both fell asleep.
I wasn't quite sure what to expect the next morning,
luckily I woke up before he did and was able to slip off to
the bathroom to make myself up a bit, my makeup was a mess
and I wanted to be back in bed when he woke up so I
couldn't make a full recovery of my makeup, but he'd be
half asleep and hopefully wouldn't notice too much, anyway,
I had other plans to keep him occupied.
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