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I couldn't go back, I didn't think I'd survive another 6 months. National Service had not suited me, my slight frame and passive demeanour had held my squad back in competitions. We lost ... a lot. There were always punishments for the losers, and it wasn't just the trainees that suffered, everyone suffered, even our sergeant. To start with it was just bullying, but later my squad worked out if they beat me so hard I couldn't compete they would finally start winning, avoiding the punishments. And so the beatings got worse and more regular. Of course no one cared, because everyone suffered when I let the team down. I couldn't go back... I wouldn't survive. I had to find a way out. I didn't have many options, there was no way I could fake insanity, I could try injuring myself so badly they would let me leave but I was sure if get it wrong, I wasn't brave enough to do that. I researched in secret, late into the night and eventually realised I had just one option, I had to convince them I wanted to be a woman. In our country trans genders are treated with respect by the law, but I knew that few people understood. The army didn't want them, so they were excused national service but the problem was the army had one view of what a trans gendered person was and I would have to live up to their expectations in every way. I was a man and had always planned to live my life as a man. I had no idea what I'd have to do to ho through with this... to survive, but it was my only option. There was relief in the eyes of my commanding officer when I lied to him about how I always wanted to be a woman, about how I was trapped in the wrong body. There was at least some compassion left in him though. "if this is not true then you will get found out and have to start national service again. They will test you to make sure this is true and they will find out. Please tell me if this not true". He was actually pleading with me to stay in his loosing squad. He had an out, he was taking punishments for my poor performance, but he was pleading with me not to go through with it. But I had to, no matter how bad the next six months were going to be, I had to survive, and this was my only option. I signed the form, pink of course, picked up my bag and left. Returning to my little flat, I knew from that point on, I could be tested at any point. I had to convince secret investigators that I was not a man, I was really a woman and I wanted to change. There would be no sensitivity about this though, the investigators were rewarded heavily for finding out the truth and their methods reflected this. I had to stay alert. To make things more difficult trans genders were seen through naive, cruel eyes. It was all about sex, they were promiscuous, they just wanted to have sex with men, they all wanted to be big boob whores in frilly underwear and fuck me boots. I knew I had time to change. Even the inspectors didn't expect me to turn into a whore overnight, and I knew I only had to convince them for six months so maybe I wouldn't have to go too far. But right now, I was home and I finally felt safe from the beatings, the cruelty. I lay on my bed and relaxed into the soft sheets. This would my first night in many months where I hadn't been woken up for a night exercise, or dragged out by my team for another beating. I fell into a deep long sleep. I knew I had to get started the next morning, the investigators would be out to catch me as early as possible. Underwear seemed like a good start, it was easy and nobody would ever have to know. I could wear woman's panties and maybe a bra or stockings under my normal clothes and nobody would have to know. I decided to take the Metro to the shopping centre and buy myself an ensemble. I knew how important sexy underwear might be to my survival, but I just couldn't face anything to slutty right now. I was still a man, and I had to force myself to even touch the women's panties in the shop, they felt nice, but I felt so awkward, so out of place. I bought some simple black and white panties and bras. I'd have to force myself to wear them, but it would be far easier than anything with frills or satin. I needed something for emergencies though, something sexy, just in case they ever caught onto me. I stalked over to the darker section of the shop, the section with the really sexy items. It was almost a panicked dash by the time I got over there, not wanting anyone to see me. I grabbed the first set in arms reached that looked like it just might fit, slipped them under the plain underwear and quickly headed to the till, my heart racing. I had to admit to myself there was a bit of a thrill to it, like being a spy on a dead drop, despite my embarrassment and awkwardness. I bought the clothes and headed home, that felt like enough for the day, what could they expect, I had only wanted to be a woman for a day? It wasn't over though. The Metro was packed on they home. We squeezed in, almost unable to move. I knew what I had in my bags and I kept my eyes low in embarrassment. I was trying to keep myself in my own little world with nobody else around me, all alone on the train. The unmistakable hard, springy sensation of a trouser clad cock brushing against the back of my hand brought me back with a snap. It wasn't insistent, but it was definitely rubbing backwards and forwards. Suddenly I understood the dilemma I was going to face over coming months, was this just a strangers cock happening across my hand, or was it a test, a test that if I failed I would eventually be beaten until it all ended. I couldn't do this, not to another man, but if I wanted to survive I had to do something. I cringed inside, tensed every muscle in my body and with the lightest pressure I could, rubbed back with the back of my hand. There was no mistaking that he was enjoying it now, the cock was hard and pointing right at my hand, restrained by his clothes, but unmistakably trying to get free. I kept up the rubbing, keeping the pace slow and the pressure light. It wasn't many stops now before I got home, and I'd have an excuse to get off the train, leaving the throbbing cock behind. It wasn't enough for him though and he held my wrist and gently turned my hand and so I was cupping his balls and caged cock. I knew I'd have to go further to keep up the impression it was what I wanted and I started to squeeze and rub it. I knew what I enjoyed when I did it myself, I knew the pressure and the pace, so I started to massage his cock like it was mine. The way he rhythmically humped my hand was all I needed to tell me I was doing a good job, and it was all I needed to start my own stirrings. I kept a focus on his cock, trying to pretend there wasn't a man attached. It was his hardness that was turning me on, his desire for me, the way he got turned on when I treated his cock like my own. It was my own choice to unzip his fly and set it free, to feel the silky flesh on his end. We were both hard as iron, but as long as our movements were kept small there was no chance of anyone finding out what was going on, the carriage was too crowded. By now the end of his cock was jammed between my trouser clad butt cheeks, humping quickly but silently. He had his hands on my waist like he was doing me doggy style and I had my hand on the end of his shaft and cupping his hairy, manly balls. He tensed and I knew it was finished, I didn't want it to, but I was not myself right at that moment, I had been caught in a moment of passion, and now, as I came to my senses his cock slipped out of my hand. I felt a wet patch growing the trousers between my legs, just where his hard head had sat. I cringed all the way home, the thought of a mans cum on my legs my final test of the day. I had made a strange man cum between my legs, but still I wasn't sure if it was enough. Maybe they thought I should have gone home with him, maybe he needed to touch mine. I cringed again at the thought. Whenever I thought back to the train, I ignored the fact that I had unzipped his fly to feel him, I just repeated to myself, I had to do it. I have to survive. I am a man. I'm only doing it because I have to. The days passed now without incident. I had taken to wearing bras and panties and although they felt uncomfortable, a saggy ass and tight crotch, I had become accustomed to the thought of wearing them. "I have to survive, I have to survive" I'd repeat over and over to myself to avoid any thoughts that I was enjoying the soft, tight feel of the panties, the way they rode up on my hips and the way the bra held what little flesh I had on my chest as a tiny bosom. I had started to get too relaxed about the inspectors. There had been no incident in three weeks, but then, there was a knock on the door. My heart leapt, I knew what was happening. The inspector was short, strongly built. He had eyes far more gentle than the rest of his body. He was polite, easy to like and asked to look around. I couldn't stop him, I knew that, but I wished I had been more alert, tried harder to fit into my new way of life. He finally found my panty drawer in the bedroom, I guess that was what he needed to find. He pulled out the full, sexy ensemble I bought on the first day ad had forgotten about. He looked at the price tags still attached. "you don't like wearing it?" he asked. "No, it's new, I haven't tried it on yet, I'm saving it" I said. "There's no time like the present" he replied, walking out the room and throwing the underwear on the bed. I knew what he meant, I had to show him. I closed the door and pulled them off the hanger. It was almost all black lace, bows and straps. It left little to the imagination and came with some lace trim stockings. By now I had mastered the bra and that went on first. "I should have picked up something a bit better fitting" I wished as I adjusted the empty cups. The panties fit me little better, the thong back sitting in my ass, but my cock had nowhere to go, the panties were just too small. It poked out the top of the waist band. Slipping on the stockings I was sure I had never looked more shabby, less sexy and less like a man. It was time though, and with one last "I have to survive", I stepped out of my bedroom. The compassion shone through his eyes, he hadn't wanted to make me dress like this , but he had to. It was the only way. I looked like a pitiful soul dressed in ill feeling women's clothes. The waste band was beginning to get tight around my cock. It was applying gentle pressure and it was responding the only way it knew, slowly forcing itself out of its lace prison. "please, no" I repeated to myself, to no avail. I shuffled from one leg to another, trying to hide it, to stop it as the inspector just stood watching, watching me get hard in front of another man. My balls were trapped as my cock pulled out, it hurt so badly. In pain, embarrassed, uncomfortable and worn down by the inspectors stares I relented and lifted my balls out of the panties. The inspector smiled gently, no maliciousness, no desire, he was just happy I had done what I needed to. "thank you" he said. "it might be time you thought about getting some hormones for your transition. I know they help many men in your position." He dropped a card on the table, turned and left. I sobbed all night at the thought of going back to the army and at the vision I had given the inspector. By morning I vowed to myself it wouldn't happen again. I'd embrace the change more, making sure that I'd look like a real women next time the inspector called. I hated him, what he had done to me, but his gentle eyes meant I couldn't hate him with all of my heart. I picked up the card. "intensive hormone therapy - we specialise in intensive therapies for those needing a rapid change". I read the details, fully figured, more shapely, more feminine. It wasn't what I wanted, it really wasn't, the butterflies I was having were not from excitement or anticipation, it was fear. I was a man, I liked women and I wanted a mans body I repeated over and over to myself. I couldn't shake the butterflies as I called the clinic, they tumbled around my tight tummy, like it was my first kiss. I was put through to a nurse, but very quickly we realised that it wasn't going to be easy for either of us. I had no idea what I wanted, what sort of woman was going to be turned into. I didn't understand all of the technical terms, I was lost and she didn't know. I just agreed with the nurse, I had no idea what was going to happen, but I was booked in for the following week. I sobbed. I wasn't going to loose my manhood, but I was going to change. The hormones wouldn't be enough, I needed new underwear as well, the sexier the better. I knew the hormones wouldn't change me overnight, but I was sure I would change, that was the point wasn't it? I set off to buy a stock of sexy underclothes, in all sorts off different sizes. I knew there would be no mistaking that I was trying hard next time the inspector called. I tried on everything, most of it wasn't even close to fitting my slight masculine frame. I needed curves to fill them out. I tried to imagine what they would look like, on a woman's frame checking myself out in the mirror. The thought of a woman filling out panties, bras, stockings, closets, bodies slips gave me a permanent erection. It was only meant to last an hour, but it took the rest of the day, my little private fashion show. I started mixing and matching, swinging my hips like a woman, admiring my sexy choices in the mirror. Of course it was the thought of a woman in these clothes that was the turn on, not my flat chested frame, but maybe I could live like this. It took me days to pick out my clothes for the big day at the clinic. By now I was only wearing women's clothes, ill fitting blouses and trousers, nothing that would give me away, but I hoped enough to pass, to keep surviving. I actually found the slinky underwear a bit more comfortable than my male clothes, rubbing me in different places. It all felt very comfortable, although in a few odd moments I longed for the breeze to be rushing between my legs. Maybe one day I'd try a nice dress or skirt? The staff at the clinic were efficient, professional. They tried to talk me through, but I wasn't listening, those butterflies were back, dancing around my tummy, clad in my high topped lace panties. A quick operation cut off all the glands in my body producing male hormones and replaced them with little capsules to release female hormones, they gave me a daily dose to take away with me, and as a bonus did a little bit of sculpting of my face with a few different injections. It hadn't taken long, but I was exhausted and scared. I didn't think there would be any going back, but hopefully it was enough. I would still be a man, just my shape would change a little. Back at my flat I fell on my bed and fell asleep still clad in my bra and panties. I looked in the mirror the next morning, part out of fear, part out of curiosity. My body hadn't changed, but I could see the changes in my face. My lips were definitely more womanly, not perfect by any stretch, but fuller, more curvy. But my eyes were incredible. I had no idea how they did it but they were bigger, or better framed by my face. They seemed larger, clearer somehow, almost pleading. It even looked like they were a brighter, more captivating shade of blue, but it must have been my mind playing tricks on me. I was captivated, I might not have wanted to be a woman, but I wanted those eyes. The mirror became a morning ritual, unashamedly checking out my wonderful eyes first. The changes to my body were slow in coming, slower than I expected, but each day I could see my panties being filled out more. My chest was never going to be big, they were just hormones, but it did work, I was slowly going to gentle mounds on my chest. I was still a man, but I actually liked the changes, I had always wanted a little more sculptured body, my slight unmuscled frame felt awkward and unattractive. I ran my hands down my waist and hips wrapping them around to my slowly curving butt and smiled. Yeah, it wasn't very masculine, from what my body had been previously it looked good, I was happy. My erection grew as I slipped on my panties, just like every day recently. I was getting more confident in my fuller body. I spent more time outside my little flat, watching people and secretly hoping they would watch me. I'd spend time just sitting in a coffee shop practising soulful, pleading looks with my doe like eyes. As my confidence grew, the power I had was captivating. Men, women, it felt like everyone was sucked in and would do anything I wanted. I delighted in dragging people in, making them give themselves over to me, before standing up, turning and leaving them. I glanced back as I left the shop, it felt like they always stared back. But I pushed it too far. I'd sucked a 30 something man in, plain, boring and with the ring on his finger, married. He bought me coffee and I let him talk to me. I finished the coffee, stood up and walked out mid sentence.. That was all he was going to get from me, or so I thought. But just as I left the shop he grabbed my hand and before I could resist had dragged me into a dark alley around the back. What had I done? I was so stupid, was this another test? I was chastising myself as he thrust me back against the wall, cursing my stupidity, my arrogance. But finally I looked into his eyes again, there was no anger, no aggression, just pure submission. I still had the power. He softly kissed me, gently, submissively, testing the waters. By now the power was going to my cock, I felt tight, turned on. I didn't desire him, but I wanted him to desire me, utterly. I parted my lips and let him in. We kissed passionately but always with me in control and he gave in utterly, he'd do anything for me. Anything? I thought as my hard cock tried to force its way out of my black lace panties. I knew what was next. I firmly pushed his shoulders down, and he looked at me with pleading eyes. I didn't care, he'd suck my cock and he'd enjoy it. I had the power. As his face reached my groin he had to break away from my eyes, to look at the bulge under my trousers. They were a woman's cut, the zip was at the side, but he quickly found it and quickly had them wrapped around my thighs. He released my cock from the panties and grabbed my womanly ass just like I would to a woman I desired. His kissing was tentative, nervous to start with. Kissing around it, trying to avoid the end or my balls. It was gentle, but gentle was not what I wanted, I wanted more. He knew, he knew he'd have to take it and finally he could stall no more. His tongue flicked out and tasted the end of my cock. "there, that wasn't so bad" I thought, "now suck it". And he did, he began to enjoy it, his head bobbing up and down on my end. I was in heaven, his hands clawing at my woman's ass, his lips wrapped around my mans cock. Finally I came, like I never had before, harder, stronger and with a man. He stood up, looking in my eyes, looking for some sign he had pleased me. I had to give him something, I had never been so pleased in my life. I kissed him full on the lips, my tongue licking out my remaining cum from his mouth. Our lips parted and he turned and left, I just stood, in a daze at what had just happened. It was captivating, I had thought that getting a free coffee felt good, but getting a free blow job was far better. I needed more... My cock needed more. I'd go out again, trying it on with anyone who looked like they might give a good blow job, but it was harder than I thought. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn't have the control, the power over people that I thought. Yes, my eyes were just as captivating as they always had been, but it wasn't enough. He had been special, a one off. I needed more, something else. As I wistfully gazed around the coffee shop, mentally pleading with anyone to suck my cock I began to realise what I needed. My chest was still flat, two little curvy mounds the only sign I was changing. It wasn't enough, women with boobs have the power, I thought. I had to have some boobs, then I could have anyone I wanted. A few weeks later I was waking up from the operation. I'd gone against convention, opting for something softer, more real, than women's normal hard perky implants. In my half sitting, half lying position they sagged a little, spread out over my chest, my nipples point down a little under their weight. I looked down and admired my new assets, and became hard thinking about how it would soon be sucked. I wistfully rubbed my cock as I thought of someone's teeth lightly nipping my new boobs. It took a week or two to finally heal, and I stayed in my flat waiting for then day when they were well enough to be roughly handled. Okay, so my cock was what I wanted to be sucked, but the thought of having my new boobs being sucked, squeezed was turning me on as well. My androgynous blouses wouldn't show off my new boobs, it was time for more shopping. I ordered dresses, skirts, tops, all figure hugging, all showing off how much of a woman's body my cock was attached to. Finally, the evening came. I dressed up, and for the first time put on some make up. Deep red lipstick and as much as my eyes could take, accentuating their depth. I looked like a woman, someone sexy, a whore. If you looked closely, there was no mistaking the bulge from my cock, just visible at the front of my dress. I didn't hide it though, I wanted people to know who I was and what they were going to do to me. I would be captivating. I was confident as I strode out. My blouse, see through, my bra brilliant red and lacy. My new boobs clearly visible through the lace. They wanted me to be slutty, and just for this one night I would be. I knew I didn't have to to get what I wanted, but tonight, just tonight, this is who I was. That evening I came to understand why I was not a slut, I got all the attention I could handle. But leery men and drunk women would not give me what I wanted, they had their own desires and they didn't match my own. I'd look through the crowd around me, my eyes connecting with a beautiful man quietly drinking. We'd share a moment together before I got bundled out of the way by another man trying to grab my ass or my boobs. I left early home that evening. Now I understood it was much better. I still wore the striking red underwear and dark red lipstick but now I left more to the imagination. Blouse were cut low and hugged my figure but no more. My skirt, still tight at the front, but only had the slightest bulge from my cock. I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn't look like a model or a stripper, now I was the girl next door on a sexy night out. Now with my deep eyes, curvy chest and figure hugging hips and ass I was sure anyone would sleep with me. I went somewhere quieter that evening, somewhere I could be myself, somewhere I could find someone who wanted to pleasure me, not just themselves. It was a quiet bar, a busy but spacious dance floor, people were relaxed, enjoying themselves and a few young lovers were kissing passionately in dark corners. I bought a drink at the bar and settled down to survey the scene. "Can I get you another one" she whispered into my ear. I jumped with surprise and looked round. She was beautiful, oriental, Chinese maybe. There was a passionate fire in her eyes and and her lips were perfectly soft looking, perfectly kissable. The drinks didn't last long, we found our own little corner for dancing. Her hands brushed against my cock as we moved, she knew. I relaxed and our dancing got closer, our thighs rubbing between each others legs. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, our boobs squashing against each other. She was dry humping my leg, my cock getting hard and trying to get in on the action. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of he bar. "you're place or mine". We burst through my front door kissing passionately. We did little more than hold hands on the way back to my flat and by now the tension, the chemistry was irresistable. Our hands rapidly darted over our bodies, touching feeling. Clothes were no impediment as buttons were pulled of blouses and skirts were dropped to the floor. She had straddled me on the bed, by now black satin panties the only clothing she had. She was Amazonian in her build, despite having the usual short oriental stature. Her boobs, curvy but robust and her nipples hard at the excitement. She was riding the cock still in my panties, rubbing her clit against it as she played with her boobs. My chest felt tight, like it was ready to cum itself. They needed there own release. I slipped my hands into my bra and lifted my new boobs out of the cups. They sagged a little under their own weight. She attached here gorgeous lips to one of my little sensitive nipples, twisting the other gently between her slim fingers still humping me. I was heaven, the tension in my chest releasing as she flicked her tongue over my manly nipple, my boobs had reached their own climax. My guard was finally down, making love to this gorgeous woman. No longer I had to protect myself thinking, trying to avoid any thoughts about how I might be a woman who would love men and cocks. Passionately writhing with this oriental woman allowed me to finally think of myself as a woman, not a man. My body, my hair, my clothes were all of a woman and now so was my heart and soul. I screamed like a woman coming. We loved all evening, every time despite my cock as two woman. My will to change was so strong I had multiple orgasms, only letting my cock release it's load on my last one. By morning, there was no gentle, demure female left, we were both wild spirited women full after gorging ourselves on passion. Our bodies had been sweating all night, our make up smudged, our hair like a witches and our bodies sore all over. She stood up and walked to the bathroom and as she closed the door she whispered "I'm sorry". I didn't understand, I didn't know what she had meant. Then I understood, my front door opened and the inspector walked in, his eyes, soft, pleading, apologetic again. "I'm so sorry, but you know I will have to report this". I nodded. "they won't understand, and they will send you back.". It was all over, one wonderful night of passion as a woman and now I would have to go back into the army. I wouldn't survive. "I know this is hard, but there is one thing you can do." I listened carefully to him, his tone telling me this wasn't going to be easy. "I can delay the report for a few weeks, if you can finish your transition by then you will be fine, there will be nothing they can do.". It felt like something died within me, I was a woman now, but I still needed my cock. I thought back to being sucked off in the alley, to feeling the the faceless cock on the tube. I had loved those moments, but I could never let a mans cock pleasure me, I could never wrap my own lips around one. It was no choice though, I had to survive, I would have to go through with the operation. If I couldn't take a man though, I'd never have a full orgasm again. I could still enjoy sex with women, but a full orgasm, an earth shattering one, an orgasm between man and woman could never happen. "never again", "never again". The words kept ringing through my head. It felt like I had the worst choice in the world, but it wasn't, it was no choice at all. "I had to survive". "I'll do it" I finally replied to the inspector. He had a deeply sorrowful look, pitting every bone of my body. He would have looked at me that way whatever I had chosen though, he knew. I'll never know why, but he helped arrange the operation before he left. It all happened quickly after that and within weeks I was waking up in the hospital bed. I couldn't feel between my legs, the soreness numbed any feelings I had below my waste. I just sat in bed for a few days not doing much. I had time on my hands and I made sure I spent all of it pitying myself, pitying my impossible decision. I felt like my life was over and I wished I had taken the other path. Maybe I would have been able to stick it out, maybe... At home I marvelled at the work the doctors had done, it was beautifully sculpted and still hairless from the operation, but the person in the mirror no longer looked like me. Throughout all my changes it had always been me in the mirror, but now the lack of a bulge between my legs made all of the difference. It felt like I was staring at the world from a strange body, my own lost beyond being found. On reflex I was still dressing up a little, I was still going out to coffee shops. But I would just sit, staring, looking at other people who had no idea about me, about my decision. If only they knew, they would take pity on me. As time went on the kindly smiles of strangers lifted me out of my pit. I still didn't know my own body, I still didn't know who I really was. But I no longer despaired, I just drifted from one moment to the next, waiting to find myself, to carry on with my life. Finally after weeks of drifting I found what I needed. The note on the parcel said "to a special lady". I lifted it off the door mat and unwrapped it. The clothes inside we're the most seductive, sexy clothes I had ever seen. Everything was shear black with flecks of red trim. The dress was figure hugging, low cut at the back and with short legs. Not slutty though, very classy. Bra and panties were almost pure lace, high on the hips and low cut at the front. A suspender belt, stockings, strappy sandals, everything was in there.... and so was a little card. It had a place and a time, nothing else. After half an hour, I was still staring at he card, unsure what to do. Was it another test? The guy from the alleyway? Not knowing what to do I finally started to get dressed, I thought I might as well try them on. Slipping the panties on I felt the old sensations slowly coming back to me. Butterflies fluttering around, my groin tight, ready. Pulling them up over my hips they couldn't have fit more perfectly. Next the suspender belt and stockings, carefully threading them through my panties. I had always liked the look of a woman in panties and suspenders wearing nothing else. It was just pure sex, with very little, but just enough left to the imagination. And now I was that woman, I was the sexiest l had ever seen a person look. Tonight, I could do anything, and I knew it. Somewhere whilst I was getting dressed I lost any thoughts about my old cock, the woman in the mirror was me and I didn't doubt it for a second. As I entered the restaurant my question about who was answered, it was the inspector. My heart leapt at seeing his gentle face, he had become an older brother to me and I had to say thank you. But as my heart leapt, my body shrank with disappointment. It was ready, ready for a man finally, but the inspector was my older brother, I couldn't make love to my older brother. I felt wonderfully sexy still in my new clothes, my new body, but without a man it would not be complete. I need my evening to be complete, I needed my change to be complete with every bone in my body, I needed a mans cock. We spent the evening chatting, it was nice, polite, friendly. He was a nice guy, but I felt hollow, I had desires and polite conversation wasn't fulfilling them. My body was hungry, irritable. I jumped around in my seat, crossing and uncrossing my legs, waiting for the conversation to go flat so I could leave, but it felt like it never would. It was getting late, I could feel the time when I could leave finally coming. "I have something for you". A glint in his eyes told me it was something special. "you don't have to take it, it is not a test, just a gift". He gestured and through the door came a smartly dressed soldier. Smartly dressed, walking tall, straight, purposeful. He was everything that the members of my old national service squad weren't. A gentleman and a soldier. I gasped, the tightness in my body, my boobs, my groin returning in a flash. It was perfect. I left the inspector behind, completely forgetting our evening and giving myself over to the soldiers grasp. We danced, politely, properly. I looked into his eyes and smiled. As he smiled back it was time for us to start to give over to our desires. His hand slid down the curves of my waste, curving under my buttocks, drawing me in close. I followed his lead, pushing in closer, my boobs beginning to push against, my thigh slipping in between his leg. He leant forward and kissed me, gently, gentlemanly on my lips. I had already surrendered myself utterly to him and as soon as our lips touched, they parted. We kissed passionately, every touch of his tongue sending a rush of blood down my body. I was rubbing myself up and down is thigh, the feeling of the lace sending a rush through my body, my new clit delighting in the pressure of his leg. He slamed me up against the wall in a dark corner of the dance floor, gone was the gentleman, now he was all soldier. His hands slipped under my dress, cradling my buttocks as I wrapped my stocking clad legs around his waist. His bulging cock and my sopping pussy grinding against each other were unmistakable. Our corner was dark, the dance floor was quiet, I took a chance a slipped my arms out of my dress. He pulled it down, hungry for my chest, my hard nipples. By now we were alone, in our own little dark world at the corner of the dance floor. The lace of my bra was still to much and he ripped it off, stroking, pinching, squeezing, rubbing. I passionately kissed the back of his neck as he bobbed his head down kissing my boobs,. It wasn't enough though, I needed his cock to complete me, but before my thought was complete he had already slipped it out. Pushing my panties to the side, he entered me. He was gentle at first but as his head slipped in, he lost anything that held him back, slammed me against the wall and drove his cock in as deep as it would go. He kept on ramming me, slamming me and I took it, I wanted it. I held tight with my legs, trying to suck him in further with each thrust. We had lost control of our mortal bodies, leaving only in a world with each other connected by pure passion, pure desire. I needed him, I wanted him, I wanted him to complete me as a woman. We both dug our fingers into each other as we came together. I buried my head into his neck to stop myself screaming from the desire, the passion. As I lowered my legs from his waist, we stared deeply into each others eyes. The inspector had brought us together as man and woman and I new he had done his job well. xxxxxx