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Chapter 13 - An unwanted night out?
"I don't think I want to be bothered to go out tonight," I said to Gemma
as we walked back to our room through the gardens. "Its our first day at
work tomorrow and I want to get an early night!"
"I didn't know you were planning to go out," she said.
"I wasn't, until you made a date for us with that guy we met on the beach
this afternoon," I replied.
"Oh, him! Don't worry about him, I don't think he'll come. He was all
mouth!" grinned Gemma. "But, just in case, we had better wear something
smart for dinner. I'm getting really hungry, it must be all this sitting
about and flirting. It really works up an appetite!"
We both had a siesta for an hour or so, then showered and sat about in
our robes until it was time to dress for dinner. Gemma had first use of
the bathroom to do her make-up, then went to dress whilst I did mine.
She came back wearing the tightest yellow sheath-dress I had ever seen.
It had long sleeves, a narrow white belt at the waist and a plunging
front that showed off her amazing cleavage. Although the skirt length
was modest, finishing just above the knee, the dress had a split from the
hem to mid-hip on the left side. She was still wearing the white
stiletto sandals from earlier.
"Whaddya think?" she said, spinning around. Her red hair was loose,
hanging down to the middle of her back, but swirling out as she turned.
"I love it," I said, "and you certainly ought to find some one to enjoy
yourself with wearing a dress like that!"
"If God hadn't wanted us to enjoy ourselves," she said with an air of
authority, "She wouldn't have invented Lycra!"
"Well, I don't know what to wear now," I said. "I can't compete with
that dress, that's for sure"
"Why don't you wear that dress you wore on the plane," she said, "but put
a white bra and a thong on with it and not that awful bodysuit."
I tried it out as she suggested, and saw that it really was decidedly
see-through, but Gemma insisted that it looked OK, so, against my better
judgement, I decided to wear it.
"Bag!" said Gemma as we prepared to leave. I picked it up from the
table.
"You have got everything you need in there?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "room key, money, credit cards, tissues, phone, lipstick,
lip gloss, perfume spritzer, compact, hairbrush...!"
"And?"
"That's it!"
She cast her eyes to the heavens!
"Condoms?" she asked. "Lubricant?"
"Wh-a-a-a-t?"
"What happens if the guy from the beach drops by with his friend who is
so amazing that you really want him and you end up back in his bedroom.
He's got really excited and is determine to fuck you and you really want
it bad? What's going to happen then? Huh?"
I shrugged and said nothing.
"Here, take these," she said, reaching into her make-up case in the
bathroom, "I always carry spare ones!"
She gave me about half a dozen condoms and a small pump action bottle.
"That's 'Wet A'," she said pointing at the bottle. "Best anal lubricant
you can get. Use it wisely, Victoria!"
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"It almost looks like you're not wearing anything under that dress," said
Gemma as we strolled through the now dark gardens in the way to the
restaurant. The path was lit by pools of light from lamps concealed in
the plants.
I blushed at the thought, then I said, "At least I am wearing
something,unlike some I could mention!"
"I don't know what you mean," said Gemma in mock indignation, "I'm
wearing everything I should, too."
"Well, you can only be wearing a bra," I said, "otherwise I would be able
see the sides of your panties through that split in the side of that
dress!"
"They don't have any sides, that's why you can't see them!" she said.
"They have long elasticated straps that come up and over my shoulders,
look!"
She swept aside the front of her dress as we stood in a pool of light,
revealing that, under the yellow dress, she was wearing matching yellow
panties. They had a sort of elasticated string which rose upwards
towards her waist.
"Here it is again," she said, reaching under the top of her dress at the
shoulder and pulling out a yellow bra strap and the top of the string,
see?"
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We passed into the restaurant without further incident and decided to
have a light meal from the buffet. Despite the way I thought we were
dressed, I could see that no-one paid us the slightest attention as we
filled our plates and took them to a table. The waiter came with drinks
and we chatted about nothing in particular as we ate. Gemma went back
for dessert, which I refused, feeling that I had eaten rather to much
already.
"Actually," I thought, "that dress she is wearing really looks OK."
From the back it looked like a perfectly normal dress, it was only when
she turned around and the whole of her left leg was visible through the
side split, that it looked out of the ordinary. I told her that when she
came back to the table with two plates of exotic fruit.
"I got an extra one," she said, "fruit is good for you! Eat up!"
She explained that she loved the dress, because, when she let her date
slide his hand up her thigh, he expected, just like I did, that he would
find her bare, shaved pussy and got quite a surprise when he discovered
the panties.
"I have another dress with a side split," she said. "I usually wear it
on the second or third date. Then I don't wear the panties with it so it
leaves my pussy nude, if I like him, that is! Then, when his hand slides
up and he expects to find panties just like the last time, well, what he
finds is a bit of a shock, but usually he gets the message right away and
I get a really good fucking later!"
"I must be really naive," I said. "I thought all this dating stuff just
happened by chance, you know, boy meets girl, etc., but you see to have
it planned down to the last detail!"
"No, not really. Sometimes they need a really good push to make them do
just what they really want to. I suppose that they are scared of being
embarrassed if they've misread the signals, so having a shaved and nude
pussy is about as green-a-light as I can give. But, even though I have a
plan and it doesn't happen what does it matter. But as a minimum, I get
to dress and feel like a million dollars, but if it does happen like you
planned, then you are always ready!"
There was nothing left to say, so we adjourned to the bar. Gemma sat on
a high stool, slipped the heel of her sandal behind its crossbar and
crossed her left leg over the right so that it was completely exposed. I
sat modestly next to her, well, as modestly as I could in a partially
see-through silk dress. We sipped lemon daiquiris. I had not had one
before and they were so refreshing that we were on our second one when
the waiter came over and asked if Gemma could go with him to the
Reception Desk.
She returned a few minutes, holding hands with her date from the beach
and his friend.
"This is Peter and his friend Jo! We are going around to their hotel to
have a few drinks and chat about what we can do together later in the
week. Come on, drink up!"
Peter and Jo smiled at me and said, "Hi!"
I drained the glass. Jo held out his hand and helped me down from the
stool and keept hold of it as we left. "It's short for Johannes," he
said, "but every body just calls me Jo!"
"How far away is your hotel," I said to Jo as we passed through the
Reception, hand in hand. "I can't walk too far in these heels?"
"Its the one next door," he said. "We are here on business. It's good
because we can charge all the drinks to the room!"
The path from the front entrance of our hotel led up to the road and we
walked along, avoiding the holes in its surface. I nearly tripped once
or twice, but, after the first trip, Jo slipped his hand around my waist
and held onto me tight. It was only 50 yards or so until we turned into
the entrance. There were several bars in their hotel and they took us to
one in a quiet area. It was fitted out with booths around the walls and
a central dance floor, although there was no music and of course, no-one
dancing. We found a table in a booth and the boys went to get drinks.
"I see Jo really likes you," whispered Gemma, "he had his hands all over
you as we walked here!"
"He was just taking care that I didn't trip," I said, "that's all!"
"Oh, yeah? If you say so! Well, Dutch guys are usually quite polite in
my opinion," said Gemma, "and Peter is quite nice, but I think I am going
to have quite a job keeping him off me."
"I didn't realise that you wanted to keep him off you?" I said,
surprised.
"You have to keep them away for the first part of the date, at least. It
just makes them want you more!" And she smiled a wicked smile.
The boys came back with drinks. They were visiting the island as part of
their work in tourism. Something to do with finding recreational
activities for Dutch children to do as a part of adventure holidays. We
chatted about nothing for a while, then a DJ arrived and started to play
loud dance music. Gemma and Peter went to dance with a few other couples
who had arrived in the mean time.
"Lets dance too!" said Jo
"I don't really do dancing," I said, "I don't have any natural rhythm, I
suppose!"
"Don't worry," he said, "neither do I. In any case, its a slow one, you
don't need any rhythm for this one!"
He dragged me onto the dance-floor.
"Put both arms on my shoulders!" he instructed, then he slid his arms
around my waist and pulled me in close. My hands slid further around his
neck until we were face-to-face, just a few inches apart.
"You have the most amazing blue-eyes!" he said, gazing at me.
"I have to tell you something," I said as we moved our feet in time to
the music and slowly shuffled around the dance-floor.
"OK!" he said, then, "look over there!"
We had almost completed a circuit of the dance floor with our dance-
shuffle and were approaching our booth again but from the other
direction. I could see that Peter had got Gemma wedged in a corner of
the booth. They were kissing deeply. Gemma's left leg was raised and
her foot was up on the bench. Her other leg was sprawled across the
floor under the table. I could guess where Peter's hand was, panties or
no panties.
"They seem to be getting on well," Jo said, giving me a wink and smiling.
"I have to tell you something," I began again.
"OK, babe, tell me!" he said.
"It may be a bit of a shock," I said, "and I will understand if you want
to, well, if...."
"You're not a....." he said. "You're not.... lesbian?" he completed.
"No!" I said, amazed that he should suggest something like that
completely out of left field.
"Thank God," he said, "I can cope with someone being trans, but being
trans and lesbian together, it sort of blows my mind!"
I was dumbfounded momentarily. He knew!
"How did you guess?" I asked, "did my hands give me away?"
"No, you have very pretty hands," he said. "No, Gemma told Peter when
they met up this afternoon. He knows I have a thing for TG's too, so
that's why we invited you both around here tonight. Nothing really goes
on here on Sundays, except in the hotels."
I smiled at him weakly. I felt his slid his hand up through my hair to
the back of my head, pulling it forwards towards him. We kissed. His
other hand slid down low and he pulled my body close into his. We broke
from the kiss and my head fell onto his chest, my arms still around his
neck. His free hand slid down and came to rest on one of my buttocks,
which tensed automatically as I felt his hand through the thin silk. It
was soon joined by his other hand and he pulled me in close again. I
raised my head, my arms still draped around his neck and we kissed again.
This time his tongue found its way inside my mouth. His hands were
prizing my cheeks open. To my surprise, I found myself relaxing and
allowing him to do it.
The music stopped and we found our way back to our booth, but Gemma and
Peter were gone. I sat in the corner of the booth and Jo slid in close.
The music began again, this time louder and more rhythmical. We fished
our drinks and kissed again. Jo's hand was on the outside of my thigh,
under my dress and mine was in his lap, feeling for him. I found what I
was looking for, a certain hardness which told me all I wanted to know.
I fumbled for his zip as I felt his hand massaging buttock again. The
zip came down and I reached inside, feeling for my prize. I slid aside
the waistband of his pants and slowly rubbed the tips of my fingers down
his shaft. He had wonderfully smooth and hard shaft. He moaned slightly
and kissed me deeply, his tongue now filling my mouth. I was massaging
him, trying to avoid digging my nails into him, trying in the darkness to
give him pleasure with my hand.
"OMG!" Victoria. "I never in my life felt anything like this!"
I felt his hand slip under the back of my thong as he felt for my hole.
I could feel my whole body involuntary sliding upwards, willing him to
find my most sensitive spot. I decided to concentrate on his mouth and
his cock. I was now fucking his mouth with my tongue and slowly
massaging his hard cock, desperately wanting him to stick it into me.
His finger found my sensitive hole and began to massage it. I was in
heaven. He kissed me even more deeply his tongue thrusting deep inside
my mouth, so much so that my brain had become completely overwhelmed and
I realised that my hand had ceased its massaging.
"Do you think we could find somewhere a little more private?" I asked in
a whisper. "If you would like to.... go further?"
He stopped, took back his hand, zipped himself up and stood up. Taking
me by the hand he pulled me from the booth, slid his hand around my waist
and we left the bar.
"Please, I have to go to the bathroom," I begged. I was aware that I was
untucked and in danger of giving away my true nature. The Ladies room
was close by and I slipped inside and into a cubical. Not a moment too
soon. I sat on the lavatory bowl and leant back against the wall. My
brain was in a whirl. Here was a guy, a fully heterosexual 100% guy
wanting to fuck me as a fully heterosexual 100% woman, albeit a 100%
heterosexual trans women. I was shivering with excitement and
apprehension both simultaneously.
"Now pull yourself together, Victoria," I told myself. "Think! What do
yo have to do!"
I took out Gemma's bottle, broke the seal and squeezed some of the thick,
clear gel onto my finger. I pulled down my thong with the other hand and
made sure that as much as I could get was now inside me and around the
opening. I wiped the rest away. Pulling my thong back up again, I made
sure I was securely tucked. Opening the door, I went across to the sink,
washed my hands and looked myself in the eye.
"You are a single girl on holiday in the Caribbean, and if you want to
behave like the slut that you know that you really are inside, then
that's just what you are going to have to do!" I told myself. Wiping
away the smeared lipstick and applying a fresh coat, as heavily as
possible, I finished it off with a thick coat of shiny lip-gloss over the
top.
"He's really going to want to get his cock between my lips now!" I
thought and my heart began to beat loudly and my clit gave an involuntary
twitch. I added a spay or two of perfume to my neck, elbows and wrists.
Snapping my bag closed, I threw the strap over my shoulder and strode
purposefully to the door, my heels clicking loudly on the floor.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?" I breathed in his ear as my
hand simultaneously ran across the front of his pants.
"No!" he said.
I kissed him on the lips and wiped away the excess.
"Take me somewhere and fuck me, then!" I said.
"Peter's in our room with Gemma, I think," he said, "can we go to yours?"
We walked back the way we had come until we reached the entrance to our
hotel.
"Come this way," I said, "we are in the annex around the back!"
We slid down the side of the hotel along a path and into the shadows. I
felt him pull on my hand and turned to see why. As I turned, he caught
me up and pulled me to him, embracing me and kissing. He slipped my
skirt up and slid my thong down to my thighs, reaching for my hole. I
moaned as he easily slid the tip of his finger inside my now lubricated
hole. He slid down one of my dress and bra straps with his other hand
and cupped my now naked breast, lowering his head to suck the nipple.
I was in Heaven. My hand went between my legs and began to massage
myself.
"Oh God, not here, please Jo, we are only a few yards from the room, stop
it please, come on," I gasped, but he wouldn't stop!
I started to try to walk away, but he pulled me back to him. My hand
found his zip and I pulled it down and took out his cock. Just then, we
heard voices.
"Come on!" I whispered, and on tip-toes he followed me along the dark
path towards the Annex. We were almost at the foot of the outside
staircase which lead up to the first floor balconies, when he pulled me
into the dimly lit space under the stairs. His cock was still out of
his pants. I took hold of it, knelt and slipped it inside my mouth. It
tasted of heaven, smooth and soft, yet hard at the same time. I knew in
that moment that this is what I had spent my life dreaming of and never
thought I would experience for real. He groaned as I slid my tongue
around the head, slipping the tip into every nook and cranny I could
find, before sucking him deep inside my mouth. Gradually releasing it, I
allowed him to escape as far as the rim, holding him there for just a
moment, threatening to release him, before plunging back again to take
every bit of him I could manage back inside me.
I was getting desperate now. What if I should make him come at that
moment? I would not get my prize. I would not get his cock inside me.
I wanted to be fucked, fucked like the woman I was, fucked for the first
time. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and stood again. I was not
ready for his onslaught. He grabbed both my breasts and pulled me to him
with them, desperately licking and sucking at the nipples, making me cry
out in half pain, half pleasure. He turned me around. With my back to
him and still holding my breasts, pulled them forwards making me bend at
the waist, my arse sticking out and into his groin. He released my
breasts, lifted my skirt over my back, and, slipping a finger inside me,
pumping it in and out slowly. It was soon joined by another, stretching
open. It was amazing as what felt like small electric shocks ran around
my body making my clit twitch vigorously. Now he tried to get a third
finger inside me. This was more difficult. I stopped him, stood up,
turned and faced him. Saying nothing, I reached inside my bag and took
out the bottle of "Wet A". I squeezed a large blob onto his fingers,
then, still facing him and with one hand around his neck, I lifted my
leg, pulled up the front of my dress and guided his finger to my waiting
hole.
He needed no further invitation. He slipped two fingers back inside
immediately and easily. After some seconds, he tried the third finger
again, which now also slipped inside slowly. The feeling if being
stretched so much was making my brain boil. Slowly pumping his fingers
in and out of me, he kissed me deeply. I now found myself bending my
body backwards to meet his thrusting fingers, willing them to go deeper,
to give me even more pleasure. My hand reached for his cock, which I
found was now rock hard. I pumped it slowly several times, feeling its
hardness between my fingers. An alarm went off inside my head. "This is
the moment", it said. Then Gemma's words "they need a really good push
to make them do just what they really want to," flashed across my the
front of my brain.
How I took a condom from my bag with Jo's fingers pushing deep inside me
I will never know, but I did. I removed the top of the pack, groaning
with pleasure under his fingers as I tore it off. He took his fingers
out. I knelt and slid the condom over him, unrolling it to the base of
his shaft. I leant back against the wall, raised my leg, looked him
straight in the eye and said, "Fuck me now!"
He held up my leg whilst I slid my arm around his neck. I guided his
cock to me and held onto it. I could feel him starting to push at my
entrance. His other arm slipped around my back and he held me steady and
close, still pushing at my hole. I could feel the tip of his cock
entering me, slowly. I was being forced open as his cock head pushed
inside. It was that feeling again of being stretched, stretched wider.
I drew in breath in short gasps, then, suddenly and quickly the head of
his cock slipped inside me. He paused, as though waiting for something.
I was giddy. I could hardly stand at the ecstasy of being penetrated by
this man's hard cock. How could something so hard yet be so soft and
give so much pleasure. Now I could feel him sliding it slowly into me
deeper, deeper. Then he stopped again and started to slide out again,
slowly out. I could feel his head sliding back, back, almost to the
point where he had first entered, stopped by the rim against the inside
of my hole. Then in again! This time further than before. Stretching
me to ecstasy once again. He slid back to the starting point once again.
"Is this OK for you?" he whispered.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Don't stop!" I breathed.
He slid in again, deeper and deeper. I was about to cry out as the
thicker part of his shaft forced its way deeper inside me, but now I felt
his body pressing against me. He was fully inside me, pressing his body
close to mine, holding me close, gripping my hips and holding his thrust
up deep inside me. It felt as though time itself had stopped and we were
held there, joined as one, in suspended animation.
Suddenly, he slowly pulled part way out and, without warning, slammed
into me again. The shock of being fucked so hard made me gasp for
breath.
"God, Victoria, you have such a tight fuckable arse," he said. "I could
spend my whole life just fucking here like this! I'm going to give you
such a fucking that you will be a cock addict for ever!"
"Oh God, Jo, just fuck me now, fuck me!" I said, impatient.
He slid out of me completely and turned me to face the wall.
Instinctively, I spread my legs and stuck out my bottom, just liked I
remembered the girls did on the many trans videos I had seen. My bra and
the top of my dress were caught at my elbows and my tits were exposed, my
nipples were hard and excited. Jo slipped my skirt over my back, grabbed
me by the hips and pressing the head of his cock against my hole. I
tried to impale myself on it, but he held me off allowing his head linger
at the entrance before beginning to slide into me as slowly as he could.
Once again I felt his head slowly stretching me open, slowly, slowly,
until it slipped inside and my muscles closed over the head of his glans.
He pushed inside until I could feel him hard against me.
I arched my back and pushed backwards against him to get him as deep
inside me as I could. Then he started fucking me properly. I had not
known anything like it. He grasped me firmly by the hips and thrust
himself into me, pulling back half way at each stroke before slamming
into me again. I could feel my arse cheeks vibrating at each thrust and
the inserts inside my breasts felt like they were trying to escape as his
hip bones banged hard against me. He began slowly at first, but even
then the feelings were indescribable. Waves of emotion swept over me as
he thrust into me, harder and harder, quicker and quicker. Such intense
feelings, such want fulfilled, such needs skilfully met by a tender and
energetic lover. Here was I getting the fucking of a lifetime hidden
under a stairwell, a woman in the night fucked like a whore, like a slut,
like the wonderful, sexy, fulfilled woman I had suddenly become, then....
suddenly.... he stopped, held himself tight inside me and let out a
heart-stopping groan.
"I'm..... gonna..... Oh, Victoria!" was what he said.
I felt his cock twitch several times and he withdrew from me. I turned
around and saw him standing there, his pants around his ankles and his
beautiful stiff, hard cock sticking out. I reached down and peeled he
condom slowly off him, wondering at the amount of sperm that filled the
end. I couldn't resist taking him inside my mouth again. As I did so he
gave an involuntary spasm and one final spurt of cum was ejected inside
my mouth. I was elated. There was a drop which had escaped onto my
chin. I scooped it up on my finger and, standing up, licked and sucked
it off in the most obscene manner I could muster. Taking my cleaned
finger from my mouth, I smiled at him wantonly. He grabbed me and kissed
me hard again, holding on to my left breast.
"My God! Victoria, you are one of the most sensuous and slutty, whorish
and demure women I have ever met. I could fuck you for an eternity and
still want you more."
He pulled up his pants, did up the zip, fastened the belt and slid away
into the darkness.
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