The Stare That Changes Cindy Forever free porn video

I have been a cross dresser ever since I could remember, dressing up in my sister's clothes when I was 5 and then my mother's as I turned into a teenager. I still remember with love my mother's red lacy bra and suspender set that I adored playing in - often hidden under my clothes when I went to school (on a non-sports day!). My female self, Cindy, has always been a secret, apart from one person, my ex-girlfriend Ann. I told her of my wish to dress like a girl early on in our relationship and although she kind of accepted me in skirts and lingerie, it probably led to our breakup. However we remained great friends and I often popped round to her place to have a girls night in watching movies. She said I was the sister she never had and she talked about me being her bridesmaid if she ever married. But I digress - Ann's friendship is not what my story is about. In boy mode I worked in the IT department of a University just outside London. I shared a room with 3 others; a lovely young girl, an extremely bright mathematician and my best work friend, Tony. Tony was a postGrad student working on a PHD thesis. We would often go for lunch, play tennis and occasionally go out for a beer. We were great friends. You expect me to tell you how small I was and how large and muscly Tony was, but that was not the case. He was slim and of average build, and I was similar but probably more muscly than Tony. Certainly my shoulders were wider, which I always hated when trying to look like a pretty girl. So we were about the same height and build with intellectual rather than physical interests. One evening we had been out drinking with some friends until quite late. Tony and I were the last to leave and we went to catch the underground train. That's when it happened. Something unusual - not obvious, but unusual. Tony said he would walk with me to my platform and we shook hands goodbye. Then I got on the train and looked back at him. Tony was staring a me. His face was still and his gaze met mine. He just stared at me. I smiled, and kept a straight face. The train jolted into action and his eyes followed me as I moved away. Serious, intent eyes staring straight at me. Never stopping. An intensly strong deliberate stare. It was unusual and disconcerting. it could not be ignored. I had seen a stare like that once before. This was when I was younger and had been out with a group of girls and guys. I was dropped off, and a girl stared at me from the car as I stood there. the same stare - intense and not wavering. We later started going out and had a relationship for a while. Tony's stare was exactly the same. Exactly. I wondered.... Was Tony gay? Certainly he never had a girlfriend, but he never had a boyfriend either. Or am I just being stupid and seeing things that are not there. And if I was right, what did I think about it. I was not gay and could never go out with a guy. But if I WAS gay, Tony would be wonderful. He is a lovely guy, handsome and intelligent. But I am not gay. However..... Cindy is a girl. My secret female self. And although Cindy has never been out with anyone apart from Ann, she would love to be held and kissed like a real girl, by a real man. To be looked after and pampered. To be thought of as pretty and lusted after. To wear sexy lingerie, bras, corsets, stockings, negligees, tight body hugging dresses and mini skirts that completely turn on her man, making him uncontrollably excited. Yes... Cindy would love that. I toyed with my thoughts all night long. Cindy got dressed that night, and as Cindy, I convinced myself that Tony's stare was one of love and I was going to see if it was real. Back at work the next day, Tony was normal, not showing any indication of his thoughts, which made me doubt myself a little. But I had worn my favourite pink suspender belt and stockings to keep my mind on the job - a quick trip to the loo to feel my stockings gave me the courage I needed. I asked Tony to come out for a quick drink after work and he was only too pleased to. That evening we went to the pub. Instead of beers I drank champagne, which was very unusual for me and surprised Tony. After a couple of quick beers to loosen his thoughts I looked straight into his eyes. "Tony - you stared at me last night for a long time when I got into the train. Why?" I asked as I held his gaze and wore a slight smile on my face - trying to be reassuring. Tony went bright red instantly, and squirmed in his seat. That was promising I thought to myself. If it was nothing, he would have shown no emotion. I had struck a nerve. "Did I?" he answered hesitantly. "I can't remember." "Yes you do remember Tony. And it is OK. I don't mind. I just want to know why. You watched me for a long time. You were definitely staring at me and something was going through your mind. I have seen that stare before." Tony moved uncomfortably in his chair and little beads of sweat started to appear on his brow. "What do you mean?" he asked hesitantly. "I was it once before when a girl fancied me. She stared at me like you did." Tony reared back in his chair and he could not look at me. "I... um.. I er." His face reddened even more. If I was wrong he would have retaliated and told me it was rubbish. Maybe even got angry and told me I was queer. But he didn't. I had caught him out and he said none of those things. I knew I was right. I had to be. I am sure. Now I needed to be totally sure and to reassure him. I had to take a huge risk. I moved my hand across the table and gently touched his fingers softly. His face changed completely into a look of surprise. He looked around the room to see who was watching. No-one. He stared at me - worried about what I had just said and confused by this action. "If I am right, then it is OK. Do you know what happened with that girl who stared at me?" I asked softly, looking at him in the eyes. "What?" he said. "I went out with her." I moved my other hand to his and gently held his fingers, giving them a little squeeze, before taking them away and sitting back in my seat sipping my champagne. We sat there looking at each other. For him it would be an awkward silence as he went through what was happening. For me, I loved watching him work it out. I kept a warm smile on my face. Then decided to make my move. "If you wanted to take me out there are two provisos. The first is you must ask me for a date. Take me to dinner and then dancing somewhere. So why don't you ask me." I smiled at him with a broad smile this time. "I.. um... err... Bloody hell.... Shit.... I mean," he stammered nervously. I reached out and touched his hand with mine, making sure nobody was watching. "Just ask me for a date Tony and I will say yes." "Um.. er. Will you come on a date with me?" he said timidly, looking around to check nobody was watching. "I would love to Tony. Where are you going to take me." "Um.. Piccadilli? Tomorrow evening? A restaurant there - maybe Reggi's Italian - and then to the club near Embankment?." I knew the club - it was a gay club so he knew we could feel relatively secure. I had also made him ask me out, which meant he had taken the lead - the man's role - and I was the the girl. But he did not know that yet. I knew however that the relationship had been set properly right there. "Perfect. I'll meet you outside Reggi's at 8:30pm. But I have one other proviso." I laughed. "Oh yes what is that?" He was more relaxed now. He was still confused and surprised but certainly relaxed. "Oh," I laughed, "I'll tell you when we meet. Now I suggest we leave because this will be awkward until we get our first date over. See you tomorrow." I kissed my finger and then put it to his lips. He almost leapt back in surprise and looked around the room. But nobody was watching. ---------------------------------------- I felt so excited. Cindy was going on a date! Tony was going to get the biggest shock of his life when he met her. I hoped he would be OK with me as a girl - that was the second proviso. My plan was to look so gorgeous he realised he had the best of both worlds, which is actually what is so good about trannies! Saturday came and I had asked Ann if I could come over early evening to get ready for something. She knew this meant I wanted to dress up and she was fine with it. I arrived with my clothes in my bag and told her the whole story. "Oh my sis is going out on her first date with a guy!" she cooed. "Well we must make you look ravishing for him." Ann let me take a bath and poured in lots of smelly bubbles. She came in while I was bathing - we had no issues with nudity - and suggested she could help me make sure my skin was all clean and hairless. So we shaved and creamed my body together. She even decided to make a little heart shape out of my pubic hair, which I loved. I could not help get a little excited but Ann told me I was a naughty girl and to keep that for my man later! Once out of the bath I slipped on my black lacy, satin panty gaff to hold things in place while I got ready. It was a lovely gaff - very feminine and girly - but hid my awful thingy out of the way perfectly. I had a pair of breast forms, I think they made me a smallish C cup. Usually I wore them in a bra with special holders but tonight we decided to glue them on. That made a huge difference because they felt (and looked ) like they were real. The weight pulled me forwards a little so I had to think abut standing more erect, which pushed out by boobs and made the nipples pronounced. Ann laughed at me as i swayed from side to side, watching my breasts move with me. She grabbed them and tweaked the nipples, laughing that I had better get used to it when I meet my man. Ann helped me use foundation to hide the joins of the boobs to my skin and then took it onto my face. I always love foundation because suddenly your skin looks smooth and beautiful. All of a sudden it makes your face look 50% more feminine. I sat down in front of the mirror while Ann spent ages playing with different foundation layers to make my face look more angular, nose smaller and checks more pronounced. She put blusher on my cheeks and all of a sudden my natural high cheekbones became pronounced and sexy. We then jointly worked on my eyes. We put a line of dark colour on the contour above my lids and smoothed it in, colouring with different dark colours and a light silvery shade near the edge. I really wanted my eyes to look beautiful so after a long discussion we decided to thin out my eyebrows. It was a make or break decision because although most guys would not notice the difference when in boy mode (we did not go crazy), most girls would spot that they were thinned. I was almost coming out, but decided it was worth it. Ann pulled out some hairs with tweezers and then coloured in my eyebrows, making them appear high and arched by concentrating on the top and ignoring the hairs at the bottom. We were going for an evening smokey look, which was accentuated with thick, long false eyelashes. I love false eyelashes - they make such a huge difference to how sultry my eyes look. Ann drew some lines with eyeliner around the edge of my lids, making my eyes look larger with a slight Egyptian edge. When we had finished we were really pleased. My eyes were sultry, sexy and huge. They drew in your gaze. Ann said she was falling in love with me again so I had better stop looking at her otherwise she would not let me go. I looked stunning, and we had not even put on any lipstick or a wig yet! I always love putting on lipstick, the redder the better, and had brought my favourite red along. Ann started with lipliner, making my lips slightly larger than normal, but not too much to make them look false. She went over the outline 3 or 4 times. Then I filled it in with my gorgeous red lipstick. It was deep red and very shiny. We then put on a layer of shiny lipgloss. This came from Asia and used special ingredients to plump out your lips. It had silicone in it and ended up drying to an amazing shine. We then repeated layers of lipstick and lip gloss 4 more times. Ann joked that it would stay on even after passionate kissing, which made me go all shy and embarased. My lips were stunning - sexy and so kissable. With my face all made up, Ann lent me some gorgeous large dangly diamond earrings. They were simply stunning. Now it was time to get dressed. I was pleased Ann was there so she could help me lace into my corset. I just adore corsets - they give me the perfect hour glass figure with a tiny waist. I also love the way they make me stand and walk. You just have to be demure and classy! My corset was black and shiny, made from satin. It has a layer of lace frills around the bust and around the bottom. I was going for a predominantly black look tonight. Ann wrapped it round my body and I grabbed the door handle as she pulled and tugged the laces. I told her to go for it so she put her foot in the middle of my back and pulled it tighter and tighter until I could hardly breath. I am sure this must not be good for me but I thought of the old Elizabethan women and reckoned thy seemed to survive! Ann tied off the laces and tucked them away. Looking in the mirror I was stunned. She had pulled it so much tighter than I could have done by myself and my waist was tiny! I mean really tiny!! My boobs filled out the cups beautifully and I had quite a cleavage due to the skin being pushed up. With my corset laced tightly it meant I could no longer bend over. So Ann rolled my stockings up my legs while I sat on the edge of the bed. I loved her touch as she smoothed my soft stockings over my legs. She kept saying what gorgeous long legs I have and ran her fingers up and down. I think she was doing it deliberately to tease me. She smiled and said Tony will fall in love with my legs after my eyes. I stood up while Ann clipped the stockings onto my corset, making sure the clips went under my panties so, she said, Tony could rip them off. She was having a lot of fun with me! I asked Ann to leave me to finish so I could surprise her so she went down to fix up a little drink for courage. I pulled on a tight, shiny black top - almost like a t-shirt but with lovely satin-like material. It had shoulder string straps and was pulled tightly over my boobs. I loved it because it followed the contours of my body, including my impossibly tiny waist. It was soft and silky to touch. Then out of my bag I found my skirt. It was not actually my skirt, but belonged to a girl who stayed with Ann and me for a while when we were together. She left it behind when she left, saying it was never really her thing. But I loved it. It was a short miniskirt with 3 layers of fringing. I love fringing - reminding me of flapper girls in the twenties - and the way it moves and sways when you walk. But I also loved the colour. It was bright, bright, bright, deep yellow. It really stood out. Normally I struggle to get it on because the waist band is smaller than my boy waist. The hips are a perfect fit but the small size is a pain. But today with my tiny corseted waist it fitted perfectly. Even slightly loose! I tucked in my top and fastened the button. I ran my hands over the skirt, feeling the soft material of the fringes. They were not rough like in normal flapper dresses, but seemed soft and delicate. I could not resist bending over and swaying the fringes about. God I so loved that mini skirt. I even love the words 'mini skirt'. I could say 'my mini skirt' over and over again! I dug out my jacket. It was black leather. A short crop style, also with light fringing on the arms. The jet black top and jacket contrasted brilliantly with the bright yellow skirt. I was sexy - but in a cool punky sort of way. Now it was time for my shoes. I toyed with yellow but thought that black would be better, leaving my skirt to be the main focus - after all I wanted Tony to spend a lot of time looking at my sexy bum! I then thought about stilettos or boots and decided to go half way with some lovely ankle boots with a 4 inch stilletto heel. They went perfectly with the jacket, giving me a kind of pixie appearance I thought. I realised I should have asked Ann to help me put them on but with lots of struggling and very little bending I was able to get them on. I was almost ready. I found my favourite blond wig. It was just shoulder length, with a slight fringe that brushed across one eye. I clipped the other side back to show one ear - somehow that seemed to accentuate my cheekbones and lips. and showed off my earrings It was quite a soft fluffy wig, the hair was soft and wispy, which brought out a very feminine girly look. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. My legs were long and slim. My skirt was short and tight over my bum, with fringes swishing as I moved. The skirt waist hung loosely but not too loose around my ridiculously tiny waist, which was so sexy. My boobs showed under my jacket, left open, showing a cleavage consisting partly of my skin and partly my false boobs. Yes, my shoulders were a little wide, but with so much else to look at they would not be noticed. On top of this body was the face of the sexiest girl you could hope to see. She was not slutty, but she was definitely sexy. Large, sultry, smokey eyes drew your gaze with her bright green middle staring back at you. This eyes... those eyes... mesmerising. I knew I would get him with my eyes. Then my lips. Red... deep red. Shiny like glass reflecting the light from the bedside lamp. And finally my soft blond hair moving softly as I swayed. Yes I was beautiful! I breathed deeply, well, as deep as I could in my corset, and sighed. I tottered down to the living room and stood there waiting for Ann to come in. When she came in she stared at me with an open mouth and dropped both drinks! She said she could not believe it was me, and she was jealous that her ex boyfriend was prettier than she was! She knew just what to say, because I was so nervous at this point. What if Tony wanted a man's man and not a girly man. What if all of this was for nothing. We chatted for a bit while we waited for the cab. Ann said if Tony didn't want me then I had to come back there and she was going to ravish me. I loved Ann - she was the best girlfriend I could ever have had. The taxi arrived and I felt scared stiff. I had never been out as a girl before, and here I was all dolled up and going to London central. What if i was 'made'. What if some guys hit on me! I felt extremely vulnerable in a way that only girls can understand. As a guy I am invincible, but as a pretty girl.... I was scared. Ann reassured me again saying there was no way I would ever be 'made' and the cab will drive me straight to the restaurant where my man WILL love me. She took me to the cab and gave instructions to the driver, saying that I had lost my voice so could not talk. He was a nice guy and said no problem - but he would talk to me and I didn't have to answer. He got out and opened the door for me - that was a first! But I saw why - his eyes followed my body as I got in, and he held my hand to make sure I did not stumble. Ann smiled at me as he shut the door, winking and whispering, "Well if Tony does not want you, he will." The cabbie got in the car and I could see he had to adjust himself. I had turned him on! He kept to his word and chatted the whole way, making me laugh often. At the other end he got out and helped me out again. However I tripped and he had to catch me, holding me in his strong arms with my face just inches from him. I felt vulnerable again and almost panicked. But he acted like a gentleman and helped me recover my footing. He let go apart from one hand before bowing and kissing it softly. "Your date is a lucky man miss," he said to me smiling. I just smiled back. It was nice being a girl. ---------------------------------------------- I saw Tony standing in front of the restaurant, looking at his watch. I decided to play a game so walked in front of him. He caught my eye and looked away so I stopped about a meter in front, facing away from him. I knew he would be checking me out. I put my bag over my shoulder and smoothed the back of my skirt with one hand (I forgot to tell you I had lovely long red nails to match my lipstick). So Tony would see some slender sexy fingers rubbing against a short gorgeous mini skirt. I posed a little while looking at my phone, pushing out my hips and bum to emphasis my curves. I then opened my bag and 'accidentally' dropped some things on the floor. I bent over to try and pick them up, knowing that this would raise the hem of my skirt and show the tips of my stockings. No man could resist that, no matter how gay he is! I knew Tony was a gentleman and he did exactly what I thought he would do. He came over. "Can I help you miss?" he asked with a smile. I looked at him and smiled, whispering in my best female voice, "Yes Tony....On one proviso." Tony stopped in his tracks and stared at me. "Who... how...em... er.. Do I know you?" "I hope so Tony - you asked me to go on a date with you, and that usually means we know each other," I said softly as I moved closer to him. "The proviso is that I am the girl in our relationship. The girl you are looking at is me, and my name is Cindy. I hope you can accept it and that I do not repulse you." I saw the recognition in his face. Men are funny - they hide everything until they are shocked and then they can hide nothing. I saw recognition, surprise, shock, confusion and then watched him as he looked me up and down, taking in the sight of a sexy sultry woman in front of him. He knew I was a man but there was no evidence of this in what he was seeing. This time, for me, it was an awkward silence. I fully expected him to tell me to buzz off and to walk away. He looked at my shoes, my long legs, my sexy short mini skirt. He dwelled for a while on my breasts trying to work out how they were there. The he looked at my lips as I chewed my bottom lip feeling so vulnerable. Then he saw my eyes. That's when I knew. Once again I saw that stare. The one from the train. He did not move as he fell into my deep green pools of beauty. This time he smiled. He was suddenly calm, raising his shoulders and breathing in. He became the man. He stepped forwards and took my hand. "No Cindy, you do not repulse me. You are stunningly beautiful and I am proud to have you as my date tonight. My girl. My gorgeous sexy girl." There was only one thing that could happen then - I waited for my first kiss. But he took my hand and led me towards the restaurant. I was happy Tony liked what he saw but was it real if he did not kiss me. I was longing to be kissed but since I was the girl, I had to let him make the first move. I realised I was an old fashioned girl! -------------------------------------------------------------------- We had a lovely dinner, with Tony being very attentive. He acted like the perfect gentleman, making sure I had everything I needed as we chatted about our pasts, loves, likes and dreams. It was a very different discussion to our normal male bonding chats. But he never touched me, not even holding my hand. I was beginning to think I had made a terrible error. After dinner Tony took me to the club. where we bought more drinks and chatted some more. It was relaxed and very enjoyable, but still no contact. I needed to do something - thinking that maybe Tony was just a little shy. I realised that I was a stunner, and Tony would not be feeling confident approaching such a girl. So while we sat next to each other I suddenly lifted my legs, turning towards him, and laid them on his lap, apparently still listening to whatever he was talking about (although in reality I had no idea!). Tony stopped for a second but then carried on as he placed a hand on my stockinged leg. It was hard to sit there in my tight corset but at last he was touching me. And I liked it. As we spoke and laughed his hand started to caress my leg. I felt a tingle of electricity run up my spine. What's more, I could feel something moving in his pants under my calves. He was getting excited. Suddenly the music changed from a fast beat to a slow tune. Tony looked at me. "Would you like to dance gorgeous Cindy?" And we danced. It was a little awkward as we walked out to the floor and faced each other. Tony reached for my hands and put them round his neck. He then reached down and held my tiny waist, pulling me close to him. I let my body be pulled towards him, feeling for the first time the resistance as my breasts touched his chest. I was slightly taller than him but not by much so our faces were close and level. Our eyes met. "Your eyes are beautiful Cindy. You are beautiful. You are my dream lover. I could not believe that the person in my office is you. I am in heaven. I want you to be my girl forever." And he lent forwards towards me as I wrapped my arms round his neck. At last his lips touched mine. Oh my God. The heavens exploded. My emotions played like a storm in my stomach churning it over and over. My head spun round and round as I felt Tony's tongue part my lips. I let him into me, kissing him softly, making sure my lips remained soft to his touch like a girl, as his became tense as he took charge. His hands moved over my bum and caressed it while he pulled my body to him. In turn my hands tightened round his neck and one hand started playing with his hair. Keeping one hand pulling my bum towards him and rubbing his fingers up and down my skirt, his other hand reached up and cupped my chin. Holding my chin he pulled me softly to him tighter and kissed me deeper. Oh my. I never realised how gentle but dominant Tony could be. I was his. Our tongues played with each other as he invaded my mouth, exploring all parts of me with his tongue. As the music played I swayed my body against his, pushing my pelvis into his groin and rubbing my skirt from side to side. I felt a response immediately as I knew it would. I could feel him stiffen and start to push out in front. I moved one hand down between us and started to softly rub him up and down. The floor was dark and crowded with other couples so I knew I was safe. As I touched him he groaned, breathing out and inflating my cheeks with his breath. I thought he was going to cum right there and then as his breath got louder. "Oh my God Cindy. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met. I want you." He let go of my cheek and grabbed my bum with both hands, crushing my hand between us as he pulled me to him and started to grind into me. I moved my hand up and down, up and down. All the time dancing in public. His hand lifted the hem of my mini skirt and his fingers started to rub up and down the tiny covering of my panties, feeling my boy pussy. Oh my God! Oh My God I whispered as my clit tried to strain against my Gaff panties. Luckily it could not escape. Suddenly Tony pulled away and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the fire exit without a word. Outside was a dark alley, slightly lit by the moon. In the shadows I could see several other couples. some man with man, some girl with girl but no couple like us. To anyone watching we would be the only hetero couple there. Tony led me to a quiet corner and I leant against the wall. He kissed me deeply again and I whispered for him to grab my bum. He held me tight as our lips locked in furious passionate kissing. He seemed taller - I don't know if I was collapsing but I was looking up to him as he kissed me. I felt so feminine. I was his girl. We both gasped and moaned as we kissed. I put my hand down and was surprised to find that his pants were undone. He was eager. I reached down and rubbed my hand against his stiff shaft under his pants. The material was software than I would have imagined - realising he was wearing silk boxers. That made my touch more sensitive and he started moaning as I rubbed him more. I wanted to feel him against me so I turned round and stuck my bum into him, taking his hands and making him feel my pretend breasts. "They feel real don't they," I gasped as he rubbed me. This position felt so feminine. I was at his mercy. Under his control. "Yes, darling, yes. They are real. I want you," he panted. I pushed into him and he started to ram himself against me through his boxers and my skirt. I rubbed myself up and down against him, feeling his cock us against me. We moved together in unison, heads rolling, kissing my neck, boy pussy rubbing his cock up and down, his hands caressing my breasts strongly. It was a gorgeous movement of sex in unison. I was not ready to be taken fully this way - I wanted to lose my girl virginity romantically but I wanted to satisfy my man. So I turned round and kissed him again. He still had a jacket on so I took it off and dropped it to the floor between us. Men are funny - he did not even care since he was in such an aroused state. I then slowly went down his body, dropping onto my knees on his jacket. lifting his shirt and kissing his nipples, then his tummy and then just above his cock. I nuzzled into his pubic hair. I had never sucked a man, but I wanted to please Tony since I was his girl. Tony gasped as he realised what was about to happen. His hands rested on my head and caressed my blond hair as I started to lick him. I dribbled onto his cock and then placed the tip of my tongue on the underside of his tip where the skin meets. I moved my tongue softly round and round. Round and round. Feeling him twitch to my touch. His cock started twitching madly and he moaned loudly. I was a perfect prick tease. He grabbed me harder, trying to get my mouth over him but I was stronger and resisted. Round and round. Round and round on his dimple of skin. Driving him mad with sensual pleasure yet not letting him feel my mouth round him. Round and round. Twitching more and more. He lent down. Suck me.. please suck me... I looked up at him with my tongue poking out touching his tip. Then opened my mouth wide and slipped him inside. My tongue played against his cock as I wrapped my red lips round him tightly,. Then I sucked hard as I moved up and down. Up and down. Faster, faster, harder, faster, up and down, up and down. Rubbing my soft red lips against his shaft and feeling the skin rub over my moist lipstick. His hands grabbed my hair and he started driving my head up and down. Faster and faster as we moved together in frantic sensual unison. Then I took my finger and suddenly pushed it up inside him as my mouth took his whole cock inside and my lips closed round the base of his shaft. My finger entered him and I quickly started to rub his prostate. It was too much for him and I heard him scream "Fuck" as he exploded into my mouth. I did not realise it was coming but suddenly felt my mouth filling up and his cock stiffened. His whole body went rigid as he convulsed into me. I sucked and sucked him eagerly as I rubbed him inside. I then moved up and grabbed his head, pulling his lips to mine as I kissed him, pushing some of his juices back into his mouth. This seemed to turn him on even more, even though he was spent, he eagerly sucked my tongue as I pushed it into him. We were spent. We parted and held each other. I put my head on his chest and did up his pants as he held me, licking him off for the last time - it just seemed to be the right thing for a girl to do. We stayed there for ages before he lifted my chin with two hands and stared at me. That same stare. Long and meaningful, but this time into a pair of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. His girl's eyes. This time, he was next to me, not through a train window. This time he could talk. This time, he spoke. "I love you Cindy." This time I stared.