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Greener on the other side:
By Rachel Saunders
I met William at a local bar by chance after work. We sat there chatting
for what seemed like an eternity. He was an engineer by trade, on the up
and up, and single to boot. He listened as I told him about my day at the
office with rapt attention, and I got caught up in the moment. Me and my
husband Bill were the ideal couple, yet something was not quite right
between us. William intrigued me, made me feel alive, and pressed a
button inside of me that ignited a long forgotten part of my womanhood.
"Fern, I think you are beautiful. It's a shame your married otherwise I
would invite you to my place for dinner tomorrow."
His playful manner made me desperately want to take him up on his offer.
I smiled coyly and asked him for his number. Something inside of me
wanted to live dangerously, and William seemed the type to allow me to do
that.
"Call me anytime," he said as we left the bar.
As I walked away from him I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking
back. I smiled again, and then walked to my car.
Bill had expected me home around 10pm, so when I came in after midnight
he was worried sick. I had fobbed him off with an excuse about going into
town with my work colleagues and he had given me a loving hug, then a
semi stern telling off to call him next time. His warmth and friendship
had given me strength for the last five years of our relationship, but
meeting William had ignited something else inside of me that my beloved
husband couldn't give me.
* * *
Bill left for his weekend meeting in Turin the next day. His job as a
contract security advisor took him all Europe, and that was part of my
issue with us. I was so bored, so guiltily I decided to call William and
take him up on his offer.
When he answered the phone after what seemed an eternity I said "Hi
William, its Fern - we met last night."
"Oh hi gorgeous, how are things?" he said in a slightly surprised voice.
"My husband has a weekend meeting in Turin and... well I'm bored. I was
wondering if you offer of dinner was still on?" I tried not to sound
desperate.
He laughed gently. "Of course it is. What's your address, and I'll pick
you up around seven o'clock."
I told him and said our good byes. Hanging up my tummy had so many
butterflies in it. I longed to have Bill here so I could snuggle and hold
him, but his constant journeying meant he never paid me that much
attention any more. I decided to make an effort for this evening, so I
quickly finished whatever chores needed doing so I could pamper myself.
Our four bedroom house was spacious and every bedroom had an on-suite. We
each had our own room as we had no plans for children, though we usually
shared Bill's room. My room had a huge walk in wardrobe with a floor to
ceiling mirror on the front. I spent my time picking out the right
outfit. It took me twenty minutes before I settled on a green number that
set of my red hair and fair skin. Its halter neck showed off my neckline
and supported my breasts nicely. I have a fuller figure, and this dress
showed off my curves nicely.
Next I picked out my lingerie. I wanted to be teasing, yet not too
blatant. William was a man of taste by the looks of it, so I settled on a
nice thong and stockings. I usually wore tights as Bill didn't really
care about my looks.
Finally I got into the bath. It was a whirlpool, and sheer luxury that
melted away all the cares in the world. I used my favourite jasmine scent
that wafted through the house for hours afterwards. My hair soaked for a
few minutes before I used my favourite shampoo and conditioner on it. I
then soaked for a while longer before getting out of the bath. I wrapped
myself in my largest fluffy towel and lounged on my bed for a good
quarter of an hour.
By the time I had finished drying and styling my hair it was four
o'clock. I felt so relaxed after my bath that I didn't really care.
William was going to get the best looking woman I could offer him, and if
it took all the time in the world then so be it. I sat at my vanity naked
as the day I was born and began to apply my makeup. I hardly used any
foundation as my skin didn't have that many blemishes on it. My eyes were
a deep emerald green so I used browns and greens in my eye shadow to
create an entrancing effect with my eyes. My eye liner and mascara
finished off my look, and I felt as if I could entice anyone with my
look.
By the time William knocked on the door at seven I has built myself up
with a stiff drink. My mirror showed a 26 year old bombshell, and I hope
when I opened the door he would feel the same.
As I opened the door a whole host of butterflies took roost. "Hi," I said
meekly.
To his credit William didn't let his jaw drop too much. "Fern... you look
amazing. Wow. You're hot."
I smiled. "Thank you." My cheeks flared with red.
"You are very beautiful. Thank you for calling this morning."
He presented me with a single pink lily. It was an odd choice of flower,
but charming none the less.
I laughed as I received it. "It's been such a long time since I got
flowers from anyone. It's very pretty."
Locking the door I followed him to his car. I was not into cars in any
way, but his Austin Martin took my breath away.
"This is a very nice car," I said in awe.
"Well... it took me two years to pay it off, but she's all mine. I'd
always wanted a Vanquish, but the DB9 is such a nice car to drive." He
gave me a boyish grin as he opened the passenger door.
"I have no idea about cars, but this one is something special." I eyed
the interior as he started the ignition. It purred into life and he drove
off.
We drove into one of the posh parts of town, an area where a two bedroom
house was considered a garden shed. He pulled into the drive way of a
very nice house, and after opening the garage with his key he parked it
in a well lit room. When I got out I saw it was a double garage and his
other car was equally impressive.
He saw me looking at it. "That's my work car, a Lamborghini Gallardo. I
got it in March as an early birthday present to myself." He smiled a self
satisfied smile.
I felt slightly lost, but then again the yellow lines of the Lamborghini
spoke volumes about who he was.
He took me through to a very spacious kitchen-diner which had a view out
onto a well landscaped garden. The late summer sun was gently starting to
set over the horizon, and it turned a beautiful scene into a breath
taking one.
"Can I take you coat?"
I turned rather startled.
"Oh...oh yes... sorry. That view is amazing," I said in a squeaky voice.
Taking it off, I handed it to him. The look in his eyes when he saw my
dress made me feel all flustered. A flush of hormones surged through me.
He laughed again. "It was the reason I paid through the nose for this
place. I love the sun rise in the morning, and spending the sunset with
friends in the evening over a glass of wine. Talking of which... would
you like white or red?"
"Ummm... could I have white please?"
He beckoned me to sit at the counter. The red leather stools matched the
well finished interior design. From a hidden space he produced a bottle
of wine and two glasses. After uncorking the bottle he poured us both a
drink and offered me one. I took it and drank a little.
"Hmmm... very nice and very expensive I'd assume."
He chuckled. "No, actually this one was ?7.99 from Tesco. Not everything
good has to be expensive." He gave a wry smile as he drank from his own
glass.
We chatted for a while about his job, and I explained about mine. I was a
legal secretary so often had interesting cases to help sort out. He told
me about the places he had been to on business, and how a Dubai contract
had made him a millionaire through a cooperate by-out of his firm. I also
explained about Bill's job, and about some of the emotions and problems I
was having with it. We sat there enraptured by each others company.
"You don't have any allergies or other culinary quirks?"
I shook my head. "I will eat any and everything put in front on me," I
giggled.
The wine was beginning to have an effect on me, and I didn't really care.
I would deal with the hang over in the morning.
William busied himself in the kitchen as we chatted. He took pots and
pans, the herbs and spice of all varieties. The smells wafting through
the room were making my stomach beg for more. Every time he looked at me
he smiled a boyish grin. It made me go slightly weak inside.
Whatever he was making was soon prepared as he produced two plates,
cutlery, and another bottle of wine.
"Madame... bon apatite." With a flourish he served pasta with a delicious
smelling sauce.
"Marci Masseur," I said trying to keep another bout of giggles in.
Over dinner, which was amazingly tasty, he discussed his latest job. It
was something to do with a new pipeline in Yorkshire, but I wasn't really
paying that much attention. I preferred to look into his eyes and wonder
what he was like to kiss.
"So what are your plans for the next few weeks?" His direct question
caught me off guard.
"Oh... I... uh... well work have a large client we need to defend in a
litigation case, so I have a lot of paperwork to sort out for that." My
voice betrayed my feelings of desire ever so slightly.
"This food is amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?"
His grin was more boyish than ever. "Before I went to university my
parents enrolled me at a cookery school to make sure I could cook for
myself. My ex-partner got me lessons at an Italian cookery school for my
27th, just before he split with me."
I was slightly taken aback. Maybe it was the wine, but did I just here
"ex-partner" and "he" in the same sentence?
"Ummm... did you just say he and ex-partner?" I asked rather confused.
He gave me a blank look like it was the most normal thing in the world
for him to say. Then he remembered who I was.
"Oh... yes... Richard was my ex...." He hesitated. His eyes looked at me
with worry and concern. Looking away he set his fork on the plate and
stood up.
"I keep forgetting that nobody really notices anymore. It is one of the
good things about going from female to male."
I looked even more confused. The wine was doing funny things to my head.
Did this hunk of a man just say what I though he just said?
"You... you used to be a woman?"
William just looked at me with the most mournful look on his face I had
ever seen. I had heard about male transsexuals from Jerry Springer, but
here was an attractive guy who I fancied saying he used to be like me.
"Well I was a woman for the first 27 years of my life. Something never
clicked with me when I was a teenager..." His eyes again dropped to the
table.
I didn't know what to say. Bill was all man, yet didn't seem to satisfy
my needs emotionally. Here was William, a very attractive man whose
company I enjoyed telling me he was not all he seemed.
"You certainly don't look like a woman to me. In fact I find you really,
really attractive. Go figure. You're more man than most of the men I
know." I had to laugh, and I did.
It seemed to ease the tension somewhat as William also laughed. This
laugh was more shy and nervous, but it was still cute.
"So prey tell, kind sir, what does one do to go from being a woman to a
man?" I asked in a giggle filled voice.
William proceeded to tell me in intimate detail about his transition from
one to the other. I found it fascinating. He even mentioned that he could
get an erecting but could not ejaculate.
I burst out laughing, which in turn brought out another round of laughter
from him. I was utterly captivated by the whole scenario. I had never in
a million years found another woman attractive, but maybe his insight
into the female brain was the reason why I found him so irresistible.
As he cleared away the main course we continued to discuss the whole
gender thing, and as he served a rather scrumptious raspberry tart I
asked him about his previous relationships.
"Well aside from Richard, whom I am still in business with, I haven't had
much time to date anyone in the last 3 years. I am 30 years old and still
a male virgin". He gave a wry chuckle and ate some of his tart.
"I am flattered you asked me over this evening. It has been...
interesting to say the least," I grinned.
Any tension his revelation had caused now evaporated as we quizzed each
other about the others sexual history. We teased each other with the
answers, and with the addition of a third bottle of wine we retired to
his sumptuous front room.
As I reclined on his sofa I watched him put on a CD. Gentle strains of a
violin floated across the room. I had no idea what it was; I was more
into 80's and 90's music, but whatever it was it put me in the mood. He
then dimmed the lights to a soft glow and walked back towards me.
"Will you have a beautiful house, beautiful cars, and a good job, don't
you ever get lonely?" I enquired playfully.
He paused for a moment before he sat down. He took a deep breath then let
it go in a long snort through his nose.
"Yes..." He reached out and took my hand as he moved in closer.
"I do get very lonely. I never have the courage to tell people about my
past. You somehow broke down my barriers. Fern, whatever problems you're
having with your husband please fix them. I would love to bed you, I
would love to hold you close, but it's not fair that I should destroy
someone else's bliss." His monologue touched me deeply.
"William you are so sweet. I wish it were so simple. Bill and I have been
on the rocks for the last year. He cheated on me last year with his
secretary, and ever since then I feel less than a woman." It felt good to
finally let it go.
Will wiped a tear from my eye as he gave me a huge hug. He felt so warm
and secure. Something rekindled inside of me that felt wonderful and
sinful at the same time. I could ask to go home now, but if I did would I
regret it for the rest of my life?
"Fern... I know how I am feeling right now. No-one has made me feel like
this since Rich, and to be honest it is kind of scary. If you want me to
take you home I will..." His voice sounded excited and anxious all at
once.
Something inside of me made the choice for me. I kicked off my shoes,
reached out with both my hands, planted them on the side of his face
gently, and then drew him into my kiss.
It felt so right, so perfect, so sensual, and yet so wrong. I was
committing adultery with a man (woman?) I barely knew. Here I was in a
strange house sharing my most intimate feelings with a person I met only
24 hours previously.
"Mmm... your kisses are so sweet," he murmured as we parted. His eyes
ranged over me drinking all my curves.
I looked into his deep brown eyes and felt elation overcome any doubts I
may have had. I was glad to be here, and glad to be wearing the outfit I
was. The music reached a crescendo as we kissed again. My conscience was
drowned in a sea of wine and lust as his hands slowly started to caress
me.
"This light makes you look like a Goddess." His gentle tones filled me
with even more desire.
Teasingly he ran his hands over my neck. Closing my eyes I surrendered to
feelings of utter bliss. Moving behind my ear he softly stroked my skin.
No-one had ever done this to me before, and lightening flashed all over
my body.
"Ahhhhh... wow!" I moaned.
As his hands descended he delicately untied my halter neck straps. Rather
than pull it down immediately he left it in place while he rhythmically
stroked my shoulders and arms. The gentle touches on my arms sent even
more lightening over my body, and I felt so relaxed.
"You are so good. Where did you learn to do this?" I asked in a sultry
voice.
In answer he kissed my shoulders. He managed to kiss all along my back
without moving me too much. His stubble combined with the softness of his
lips to produce an awesome sensation that ran down my spine.
In the blurred moments that followed he explored my body in the most
intimate and passionate ways imaginable. Each kiss lingered for what
seemed like an eternity, each touch swept me away in a tidal wave of
ecstasy. He knew instinctively what to do, and deep down I felt at peace.
My body was the temple he was worshipping at, and his adorations put me
in heaven.
"This... this is such a powerful feeling..." my voice trailed off as
another orgasm rocked me. Like lava it crept out from my stomach as its
warmth flooded me with the most intense feelings imaginable.
I must have passed out as the next thing I saw were his eyes looking into
mine as he gently stroked my hair. I was laid across the sofa, my head in
his lap.
"Wow!" I whispered softly.
Will smiled a gentle and rather self satisfied smile. His hansom features
were radiant in my afterglow. I leaned upwards and placed a gentle kiss
on his lips.
As we broke he said "You give the sweetest kisses."
"It's strange that I don't feel guilty. I should, but I don't." My words
sounded distant, but hit a point inside of me that made me realised that
Bill left me achingly hungry for his touch.
"Fern you are an amazing woman," Will said as he stroked my hair, his
fingers brushing stray strands from my eyes.
"No I'm not. If I were I wouldn't be here. I would be at home being the
dutiful wife. Bill... Bill is an important part of my life, yet he never
seems to be in tune with the inner me." It was true on so many levels,
and here I was with a person whom I hardly knew doing things that I had
craved for years.
"If there is one thing I have learned from the whole process I have gone
through it is that men and woman need different things. I just want to
satisfy some of those things." He said in a wistful manner.
He looked at my naked form and sighed. He placed his hand in mine and
kissed it gently.
In answer I sat up and looked him straight in the eyes. Taking a deep
breath I felt a part of me let go of any inhibition that was holding back
from giving him everything. Bill never made me feel like this, and I just
wanted to sake my thirst.
"Will, darling, you are a wonderful person... a wonderful man. You make
me feel more of a woman than anyone else ever has."
Now it was my turn to take his hand. I was only wearing my panties, and I
guided his hand to the top of my thighs. I then slowly undid his shirt,
leaving butterfly kisses in my wake.
"Fern... I have never let anyone see me naked as a man..." his voice was
slightly scared.
I smiled a come hither smile and continued down. His hand gently began to
caress my inner thigh sending more fireworks across my stomach.
I undid the final button and delicately opened it to reveal his
sculptured chest. I felt a surge of lust spear me as I saw his well toned
torso. Only very faint scars remained on his upper chest, and they were
not obvious.
"You are fit!" I chuckled as I kissed his nipple.
Now it was his turn to purr. As I licked each nipple in turn he moaned
with a deep purr coming from his throat. Moving down his torso I used my
fingers and tongue to excite him further. I felt his muscles spasm
slightly as I wondered over his taught stomach with my lips.
"You know how to pleasure me babe... this is so amazing!"
Now it was my turn to feel smug.
"Years of practice" I giggled.
As I got to the top of his trousers I felt him tense up al little. I
looked up into his eyes. He betrayed a small amount of fear.
"Are you ok?" I asked gently.
He nodded.
I proceeded to teasingly undo his belt. I then undid the buttons. Slowly,
almost torturously, I undid his fly. The dark green of his boxers emerged
beneath.
"I wonder what we have in here?" I said coyly.
He tensed up visibly as I began to ease his trousers down. I planted more
kisses on his lower torso, and then I realised why he was so
nervous...Revealed in the candle light was the mound of his vagina.
"Oh" I was kind of shocked. I had never touched another woman's vagina
before. I rarely touched my own, so this was something altogether new for
me.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you..." his voice held pain, grief,
regret, and an edge guilt.
I just stared at his (her) mound for a few seconds. I had barely
registered his words. Then they hit me.
Shaking my head I replied "Ummm... this is totally new for me... I have
never touched another woman before..."
He began to move forward to pull up his trousers. Something inside of me
wanted to let him, and then get the hell out of here... the rest of me...
the rest of yearned to be close to this Adonis, to satisfy him.
"Stop" I said gently.
He looked me in the eyes, a sense of pain and despair lingered. I yearned
to be a salve for this pain.
"Will... you are going to have to be my guide. I don't know the first
thing about pleasing a... woman."
He laughed gently, and it felt like the pain had evaporated.
"Lets retire to the bedroom, it will be a lot more comfortable" he
suggested.
I nodded in acquiescence.
* * *
The drive home was one long ache. I had learnt more about myself and my
desires in the space of the previous 24 hours than in the last 10 years.
My body longed for his touch, for his kisses. I longed to be close to him
again, to feel the warmth of his presence. He had shown me how to
pleasure us both in way that I had never imagined. I did not know if I
would ever see him again, but one thing I did know is that the grass was
greener on his side of the fence.
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