Alex to Alina Chapter 12 The Morning After
- 1 year ago
- 17
- 0
Alex To Alina - Chapter 1: The Breakup free porn video
I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could catch a glimpse of the police
officer better as he pulled up behind me and snapped off his lights. I
shouldn't have been speeding.
After a beat he stepped out, and I quickly scanned his appearance and
sighed in relief. He looked like he was about my age, and he was cute! I
might have a chance here.
I quickly went to action and gently grabbed a hold of my B cup sized
breasts resting in their push-up bra and cupped them. I thanked myself
for deciding to wear something a little sexier in the lingerie
department this morning. I could see the deep purple satin and lace cups
of my bra already poking just above my tank top.
I started jiggling my boobies into place and squeezing a little so that
my cleavage showed quite extensively over the top of my tight top. They
sure had gotten big... It was at that thought that I stopped -- I looked
down at my breasts resting in their cups. Something seemed to click and
I examined myself further.
Beyond my breasts was a cute, thin little waist that I had worked long
hours to mold into the perfect hourglass shape. My tight little tummy
could be seen just below the edge of my white tank top. Beyond that, was
a pair of sexy short shorts that looked like they were painted onto a
set of wide, child bearing hips, and also held a plump, cute little ass.
I could feel my sexy purple panties squeezing and caressing my butt
cheeks beneath the shorts.
Sticking out of my short shorts were a pair of long, smooth, sexy legs,
that ended in a pair of overly sexy purple heels that seemed a bit much
for the outfit I was wearing.
I looked up in the mirror again, my hands (with painted purple
fingernails) were still gently cupping my breasts, and were paused
halfway through the cleavage adjustment.
I stared at myself in the mirror, a dark black pixie cut framed a cute
face, that had a little too much make-up on, but nothing too extreme. I
watched in surprise as my plump red lips slowly whispered, "Oh my God,
what have I done?"
One significant thing I had overlooked in my self examination was the
little thing still tucked away in my shorts. 7 months ago I was Alex, a
short nerdy kid with ex-girlfriend issues, and today I was Alina, the
sexy bombshell who was adjusting her B-cup sized boobies to try and get
out of a ticket.
This is my story ;)
Chapter 1: The Break Up - 7 months Earlier
I lay on my messy bed, several bottles of beer lazily rolling along side
me as I lazily moved around. I just stared up at the ceiling, pondering
what had happened. My third "serious" girlfriend over the course of five
years had broken up with me, and had done so in what I considered the
worst way possible. Felicia had walked into my room the morning before,
stared right at me, and said the words, "Yes. I've been cheating on you.
I'm sorry."
It took me a full thirty seconds to process the sentence. We'd been
going out for 8 months without a single hiccup and worst of all I had
told her that the two previous girlfriends before her had been caught
cheating on me as well. I had told her I required only one simple rule
in our relationship: just be honest with me... I guess this counted?
After more silence, Felicia just simply nodded and walked out.
Solidifying the break up with a solid slam of my front door. I just
stared, dumbstruck, and after another minute or two finally took a shaky
step forward and headed for the case of beer in the fridge.
Multiple hours and multiple beers later I found myself where I was:
naked on my bed, with alcohol filling up where my heart had deflated. I
turned over and stared at the messy floor I had kicked violently around
while finding my way to my current resting place.
I pondered the last couple months, and even more so the last couple
years of relationships, and self melodramatically decided it was likely
my own fault. If not due to my personality, likely due to my stature and
physicality.
I had always had a less masculine appearance, and was made sure I was
aware of that as I grew up. My family was Russian and my dad would often
remind me as I aged that I was lucky I didn't grow up in the slums as he
did, where I would have been beat to a pulp. Thankfully I didn't have to
deal with his chiding for long, because when I hit about 10 he left me
and my mother behind to head back to Russia and marry his mistress.
About the time I hit my teens my doctor had told me I had a slight
hormonal imbalance, leading towards a more feminine frame, and a little
more in the chest area than a normal boy would have normally had, but I
didn't really mind. The perks of a smooth complexion and a cute face had
always benefitted me with the ladies, leading to some fun encounters and
quite a few flings. I kept my dark black hair on a longish side and was
often described as an emo before I started avoiding wearing black.
The only downside to a heavier dose of female hormones than normal came
to my little friend below. Despite being considered of "average" length
and size, I always worried my size might be part of the relationship
problem. I had been reassured by many it was more than capable of doing
the job, but then again, these same women had also lied to me about
their sleeping partners.
Even Felicia had found my body attractive, even though she often teased
me about having a better rear end and hips then she had.
When I hit my twenties, I decided to get more serious about the whole
dating situation and decided to put myself "out there". Which
unfortunately, at only 25, now left me where I was: surrounded by
clanking beer bottles, and stupidly assuming I would never be able to
love anything again.
I turned the other way on my bed and something caught my eye. I sighed
drunkenly. Felicia had left her suitcase behind. She often crashed at my
place for weeks at a time, and had accumulated more than one suitcase
full of necessities and clothing she always left scattered throughout
my apartment. I may have loved her, but that didn't mean I couldn't roll
my eyes at her messy nature. Guess I didn't have to worry about it
anymore. I prepped to turn back to the ceiling to ponder drunkenly when
something caught my eye.
Dangling out of the side of the messy suitcase was a pair of her sexy
panties. I could say what I wanted about her devotion, but I could never
complain about her style, Felicia was a sexy young woman and she
displayed it, even if only to me... And her new boyfriend now, I
guess... This thought sickened me and I stood up drunkenly, finding my
footing for the first time in hours.
I made my way to the suitcase and I snatched up the pair of panties and
stared at them. I tried to drunkenly imagine who it could have been that
had probably gotten to see her wearing these.
I swayed in the middle of my room, holding the panties and simply
staring for quite a whole... They were sexy. Just about everything she
owned came from Victoria's Secret, and these were no exception. Sexy
little pink and white stripes of satin, trimmed with black lace, and in
a cheeky style that showed off the cute little cheeks of her ass. I
remembered once when she had been wearing them.
I closed my eyes and found myself thinking back. It was the same night
Felicia had once jokingly told me, "I'm jealous. You have a better ass
than I do, baby."
I opened my eyes, and without even really thinking about it, I started
to put them on. In my drunken state I simply just wondered if she was
right. I slipped them up my nearly hairless legs and shivered a little
as the cool satin caressed me on the way up.
As the panties slide up into place I slight thought of worry crossed my
mind: the panties fit too well. They quickly formed to my curves and
squeezed to my ass with little resistance. And without really trying, my
little friend tucked underneath to give me an almost completely feminine
front.
I stopped and stared. The front of my body looked just like Felicia's,
if not a little sexier. I heard myself gasp a little, which caught me by
surprise, which in turn made me giggle, which I realized was quite the
feminine reaction.
For a second I refused to turn and look at my backside. I was almost
fearful of what I might find. But at this point I seemed to have already
take the plunge, so I turned around and looked over my shoulder and
down.
Felicia was right, I did have a better ass than hers. The sight of my
little derri?re in the sexy panties, turned me on almost instantly. I
quickly looked away. What was happening? What was I doing? I turned to
take the panties off but stopped, I had accidentally got my reflection
in my wall mirror.
If I didn't know any better, I would have whistled at the sexy ass I
saw. I shook my head and giggled again, my drunkenness was easing my
stress about the odd situation I had just put myself in.
I approached the mirror and turned to get a better look. My ass hung
below a thin tight waist, and a set of wide feminine hips. The panties
clung perfectly to the upside down heart shape of my ass that was
perched on top of a pair of thick, long legs.
I found myself smiling at the reflection, which confused me quite a bit.
Especially since it felt like pride I was feeling. I shook the thought
out of my head, but it was quickly replaced by an even more foreign one:
If my ass and legs looked like this now, what would they look like
shaved?
I turned and looked back at the suitcase in worry. Was I really going
to? My drunken mind quickly made a deal with itself: if there were the
necessary tools, I would do it, maybe have a little fun. It was a better
option than being depressed. And if there wasn't, I'd just go back to
drinking.
I slowly approached the case, and found myself wiggling my hips a bit
too much with each step. I leaned down and opened the lid to reveal the
contents. I sighed -- with a little too much disappointment than I
expected. Nothing I could see other than a suitcase of clothes, and
apparently the matching push up bra to this panty set.
I stared at the bra for a bit. It was sexy too, pink and white stripes
with black trim. I loved what it did to Felicia's bust line when she
wore it. I leaned down and picked it up gently, feeling the soft satiny
material and lace between my fingers. I giggled again, this wasn't part
of the deal. I made a move to put it all back, but I stopped -- the bra
had been hiding something. A tiny little shaving kit sat on top of the
clothes, the pink razor calling out for my legs.
I stared...
Wynona
- 27.06.2020
- 18
- 0
Alex to Alina Chapter 13 The Wedding and The End
- 2 years ago
- 23
- 0
Alex to Alina Chapter 11 The Girlfriend
- 2 years ago
- 20
- 0
