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More than half an hour had passed since Charlie had walked out. I still
had not moved from my seat, as if moving would allow reality to seep in
and the magic of this surreal day would fade. Eventually I had to give in
to the inevitable. There was no way I was going to do any more work that
night, so I cleaned myself up and absent-mindedly left the office. Two
hours later I was sat motionless at home, well into my second glass of
chilled wine, mulling over the day's events.
The events of today were fantasy made real for me. Ever since I was a
child, I'd found men dressed as sexy, feminine or even simply believable
women, thrillingly erotic. The thoughts and feelings this generated in me
dwarfed anything else I'd experienced and they would engulf me and
transport me to a fantasy world for days on end. I shared these thoughts
and feelings with no one. For longer periods I'd suppress my feelings and
carry on "as normal" with the friends and family I was lucky enough to
have. I'd do this successfully for a while, but it would only take a
cross dresser in a movie or a newspaper piece on a beautiful Bond girl
born boy, to set my imagination running wild and send me back to this
other place.
Until today, I had only ever had romantic or sexual involvement with
genetic girls. But I've also always had the feeling that there was
something missing. I knew by my early twenties that sex with women was
only enjoyable for me if there was emotional involvement too. Even then,
during the act, my mind would often wander to images of a sexy travesti.
As someone recently observed so pithily, everything in life is about sex,
but sex is always about something else.
I had never explored these other desires, partly as I saw it as a fantasy
world without any basis in reality, and partly because of my need to fit
in, be "normal" and not risk any of my existing friendships.
As an adult, I would again lose whole weekends on the internet, typing
various terms into a search engine "TGirls, Travestis, Gurrls, drag queens
etc" and getting lost in the weird and wonderful places I'd get taken.
But I'd never attempted to explore whether these dreams could in fact
become reality.
With that context, what happened to me today was straight out of my
catalogue of favourite fantasies. And it answered a question that had
been nagging away since, well since the first time I had sex with a woman.
Sex can be fantastic!
Charlie as a man had a fairly ordinary physical appearance. He was about
5 feet 7 inches or 170 cm. He was lucky in that he was a lean build, but
did little or no exercise that I was aware of. His hairline was receding
so he shaved his head. This was unfortunate for him as a man, as his
appearance seemed nondescript (well it did to a man who had no interest in
other men anyway). But I realise now that this blankness served as a
blank canvas for him to reinvent himself as a beautiful woman. One that
bears no resemblance to her male avatar.
As far as I was aware, Charlie was the first cross-dresser that I had been
acquainted with, but given that until today I had no idea of Charlie's
alter-ego, how could I be sure that I didn't know others? I started
musing as to which of my other male friends may also be part time women.
My reverie was interrupted by the doorbell. It was late and I wasn't
expecting anyone, so I looked through the spyhole to see who it was. The
visitor had her back to the door, but I could see that it was a
policewoman, with blonde hair sternly restrained under her cap. I opened
the door.
"Can I help you officer?"
"We've had reports of lewd behaviour in a public place earlier today sir.
Can I come in and ask you some questions?"
Although dressed in uniform, there was something not quite right. That
skirt was a little too tight for an officer of the law, that jacket too
figure hugging.
"Charlie!" I roared.
She was also wearing a pair of male combat boots, laced up over her
ankles. Few women can pass this effect off successfully, but when they do
it is unerringly sexy. It was a testament to Charlie's adopted femininity
that the effect was captivating on him too, with those ungainly boots
somehow serving to emphasise the femininity of his opaque nylon covered
calfs. She was good.
She had with her an overnight bag. Without thinking about that or any
other implications, I gathered her up in my arms and carried her inside,
kicking the door closed behind us. I put her down and our tongues were
immediately at work inside each other's mouth, in a gorgeous, passionate
orgy of kissing. It was glorious and, as we explored each other with our
tongues, and with our hands, I lost myself in the moment completely.
When at last we both had to stop for breath, Charlie stepped back. She
carefully removed her police hat. The blond hair that had been so tightly
drawn up beneath it now cascaded down over her shoulder. With practiced
ease she shook her head in a way that ensured the hair settled in the
style she intended, showing off her beautiful face perfectly, as she gave
me a sexy pout.
Next she threw her jacket off and wrenched the top half of her shirt open.
I gasped as I saw a translucent, lacy white bra, with very lifelike
breasts and nipples protruding through the material. She also appeared to
have an impressive cleavage; "God, but she's hot," I thought as I moved
back in for another sensuous kiss, one hand behind her back, squeezing her
into me and feeling the smooth, milky skin around her bra strap. My other
hand was fondling the butt that had so transfixed me earlier in the day.
It was firm, firmer than those of my past girlfriends, but much softer
than my own iron glutes, which were the product of the healthy exercise
regime I need to keep myself in shape.
Our passionate kissing lasted for several minutes and the sexual desire
between us had become feverish. Not wanting to break that magic spell,
but desperate for more, I picked her up once more and carried her into my
bedroom, all the while my lips were locked to those plump, red lipstick
covered lips of hers. I lowered her on to the bed and then started
yanking at my own clothes. As I did this, a sly grin crossed her face.
She reached down to the belt on her skirt and produced a shiny pair of
handcuffs.
With a wicked gleam in her eye she said, "I've been a bad girl, somebody
needs to lock me up."
"I guess I'll just have to do my civic duty then," I retorted as I moved
closer, now naked and clearly ready for action. Charlie looped the cuffs
on to my erection, from where I removed them, took her by the wrist,
dragged her up to the head of the bed and cuffed her beautifully slim left
wrist to the bedpost.
I stepped back, our eyes met and it felt as if an electric current was
passing between us.
Rediscovering some of that elusive cool, I said; "I think I'm just going
to have something to eat, while I think up a suitable punishment." I
enjoyed this rare reversal of power as I paused for effect and observed
the disappointment in her eyes. A look which just as quickly faded when
she saw me coming back towards her on the bed. I gently removed her
panties, an act which required care as they were in fact a gaff, and there
was audible relief from Charlie as her own member gradually uncoiled and
immediately became semi-erect. I pulled the panties down over her opaque
stockings and those boots. The lacing on those boots would have taken far
too much work to undo at that point, so I eased myself between her legs
and lowered my head to her groin.
This truly was a day of firsts for me as I once again entered into a
completely unfamiliar situation. I had never gone near another's penis,
but somehow this situation seemed so right.
I had been on the receiving end of fellatio from members of the opposite
sex, so I immediately set about doing to Charlie what I had most enjoyed
being done to me. I started by gently tonguing the helmet of her
smallish, cut penis, whilst simultaneously tickling the sensitive area
just behind her testicles, then slowly and gently drawing my fingers up
between those hairless globes.
Gradually my lips engulfed the head of her penis, allowing my tongue to
explore its opening. My hand gently began to wrap around her member.
Starting with a gentle caress and then gradually becoming more vigorous.
My mouth then became more greedy as I began to take more and more of her
inside, working at bringing her closer to climax.
After a couple of minutes of this I felt her testicles beginning to
tighten and contract, so I slowly released her. I looked up and saw that
look of disappointment return to her face but, restrained as she was,
there was not much that she could do. "Not yet, you don't," I whispered
challengingly.
Rubbing her penis one final time, I wiped up some of the saliva coating it
and applied it to my own penis head. More roughly than was necessary, and
with the occasional playful slap to remind her that she was being
punished, I lifted both of her legs over on to my shoulders.
I slowly found her opening with my penis, applying a little pressure to
ease the head in. After perhaps a couple of minutes of gently probing
further and withdrawing, she at last accepted me inside her, her low moans
gradually increasing in volume. Our bodies began to move together in
delicious unison, as if this was something we'd practised together many
time before. As my probing inside her became more frenetic, I one again
grasped her erect tool, mirroring my thrusts inside her by masturbating
her with increasing intensity. Her cries of; "yes, yes, harder, harder,"
became ever louder. "Give me all that you've got," she implored.
My own moaning was competing with hers as our pleasure echoed around the
room. I could feel a wonderful heat welling up from my loins, building
and growing until it felt like it was taking me over. The pace of my
thrusts eased, but I continued pushing into her as hard as I could. Just
then she screamed as she began to cover herself in her own love juice.
Instantaneously I felt my own orgasm erupt inside her as our bodies
writhed together.
Our movements gradually slowed, my thrusting becoming more shallow again
as I felt my manhood begin to diminish. My hand still worked her penis,
now lubricated by her sperm, as I tried to wring every last drop from
within her.
I lowered my head towards hers and kissed those luscious lips softly,
allowing the sweat on our bodies to mingle and reluctantly letting my now
limp penis slip out from inside of her.
Breathlessly she whispered into my ear, "That was so, so good. You really
know how to give a girl a glimpse of heaven."
"That's twice in one day that you've given me the best orgasm I've ever
had," I responded. "You seem to know instinctively how to push my
buttons."
Aware that her left arm was still restrained, I removed the key to the
cuffs from her belt and released her. By way of thanks, she now cupped my
face in her hands and kissed me long and deeply. It was a still kiss,
devoid of the lust that we'd just spent, but somehow more intimate, and
the perfect conclusion to our glorious love making.
When she stopped, she said gently, "This is new for us, and there's so
much unsaid between us. I'm about to use your bathroom to freshen up.
Would you like me to emerge from it in outdoor clothes, ready to get in a
cab and go home, or would you prefer me to emerge in nightwear, ready to
share your bed for the night."
"I'd love it if you stayed with me here, tonight," I replied without
needing to consider it even.
With that, she eased herself from the bed, went out to gather her
overnight bag and disappeared into my bathroom. Reclining on the bed, I
rejoiced in the afterglow of our love making, contemplating much of what
had happened today.
It seemed like it was no time before Charlie reappeared, looking picture
perfect again. Only now she looked very different. Gone was the long
blond hair, replaced by a jet black page boy style cut. The heavier eye
liner was replaced by more subtle eye make up, her lips now a shade of
black softer than that of her hair. She was wearing a lacy black satin
slip, which served to emphasise those glorious breasts, her nipples
clearly protruding through the delicate material. The slip reached down
to mid thigh where those shapely white legs made their first appearance.
To complete this vision of dark beauty, her elegant toenails were also
painted black.
This dramatic change of appearance took me completely by surprise and,
despite the fact that 5 minutes earlier I was completely spent, my penis
leapt back to life. Charlie's stare moved from my eyes down to my middle,
and a conspiratorial smile framed her beautiful face.
"It seems that we have some unfinished business," she said, her glacially
cool demeanour now returned.
As I lay there on my back, head propped up on a pillow, she climbed onto
the bed and straddled my abdomen. Because she was more adept than I, and
because she was still moist from our earlier love making, she took me
inside of her almost immediately. To begin with, she kept her legs and
upper body completely still, but worked me with her sphincter muscles and
her glutes, her hands pinning my arms down by my side. Slowly she started
to move herself backwards and forwards, up and down. Picking up her
rhythm I began my own movements, squeezing upwards from my buttocks.
Amazingly, given all that had happened, Charlie was bringing me to climax
quickly and expertly, all the while taunting and encouraging me; "come on
big boy, show me what you can do. I so want to feel your hot fluid
injecting into me. Come on, show me how much you want me. You do want me
don't you?"
I could take no more and, for the third time in barely 5 hours, I exploded
inside her. With a satisfied look on her face, she slid off me and lay
down. It was now my turn to absent myself to get cleaned up.
Unable to emulate Charlie's dramatic entrance, I re-emerged from the
bathroom naked, quickly slid under the covers beside her and held her in
my arms. After a while Charlie turned away from me and we drifted off to
sleep, spooning.
At some stage in the night, I was awoken by a very pleasant sensation. We
were in the same positions, but Charlie was reaching behind her, teasing
and manipulating my cock. My cock rewarded this attention by becoming
more steely, upon which Charlie slowly guided me inside her. There
followed some gentle, easy love making, with Charlie reaching her climax
and again triggering mine.
We drifted off to sleep again, with me still inside her, where I remained
until after daylight was licking around the curtains.
When we both awoke, there was some more gentle kissing and cuddling,
before Charlie went to get dressed in the bathroom and I went to fix some
coffee and breakfast. I was half way through the morning paper by the
time Charlie came out. Once again she was blonde. She was wearing a
plain white blouse, tight jeans (how is it that she filled them so well?)
and flats.
"I'm going to skip breakfast and head back home now. But we have much to
talk through, not the least of it being what effect will your relations
with this Charlie have on your friendship with the other Charlie. We need
to talk somewhere neutral, so book us a table at the new Italian place in
town at 1.00pm. As it's Saturday it will be busy and I don't yet know
which Charlie will appear, but either way don't be late."
She kissed me affectionately on the lips and departed. I stared at the
door as she closed it, feeling an intense pain that she no longer occupied
the room that I was in.
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