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I lay naked on the freshly washed bed sheet and tried to get comfortable. There was the faintest aroma of lavender still prevalent in the air. Outside the open bedroom window, crickets chattered relentlessly in the trees and bushes. The air was deliciously cool.
Unable to get back to sleep, I sat up in the bed and reached for the remote control. Whilst channel surfing, I happened upon a channel that offered live horoscope readings by day, and soft-core pornography after midnight. Accompanying the gratuitous videos of beautiful women disrobing, was a service where people could place a message on-screen. Some messages were your garden variety date-line messages, seeking a fun and caring person to share life with. Most were from people whom blatantly stated that they required random strangers for sexual encounters.
I got a kick out of reading the different messages. Some were crude, but specific. I thought about replying to one or two of the messages but stalled, and let the moment escape.
When I tired of watching a buxom blonde dancing suggestively in the inset, I glanced through the list of messages on-screen until I happened upon one that piqued my interest. It read: `Pretty Asian, transsexual, 26, seeks young virile male to have a good time with.´
I flipped open the phone. My eyes frantically scanned the television screen for the message that had captured my imagination. It occupied a place at the top of the list and was in danger of being eliminated when fresh messages arrived.
My sweaty fingers hurriedly punched in the digits.
Not being the most forward of people, I elected to send a text message as opposed to calling the number provided. The brief message contained my age, height, weight and eye colour. And a candid admittance, that I fantasized about making love to a beautiful transsexual lady.
My thumb hovered over the send button. Biting the nail on my other thumb did not aid my decision-making ability. Neither did chewing on the inside of my cheek. Ironically, all the fidgeting helped prolong my procrastination. It was a relief to see the picture of the tiny envelope shooting across the screen, before the word sent, followed by an exclamation mark, appeared.
The phone beeped sharply, to indicate the arrival of a new text message. Eagerly, I clicked on the 'read' button.
Her message stated that Anias was her name and that she lived in the city of Almeria. In addition, she wrote that was feeling particularly horny. I felt that familiar tingle between my legs and a smile played on my lips. Hastily, and hardly able to think straight, I composed a reply. I asked if there were a possibility that we might meet. I hit send, and waited. Her reply returned sooner than expected. It was a request for a full-body nude photograph.
I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror and went through my repertoire of poses. The risqué nature of the enterprise made an erection willingly appear.
Picking a winner from the bunch of eight candid self-shots was easier than anticipated. A side-profile of my naked form, with my ass pushed out provocatively, seemed more alluring and tasteful than the other more explicit nudes.
Anais was quick to return with a written compliment. Moments later, she forwarded a photograph of herself clad in a black tulle, off the shoulder babydoll with scalloped lace trim and a ribbon tie. Her matching sheer thong revealed the soft essence of her ambiguity. It was a precious sight.
My erection was by now, a constant presence. I rested the phone on my chest, clicked on the button, and added another still to the collection. Right on cue, another text arrived from Anais, wondering what I thought of her photograph. I could not imagine a more felicitous reply than the photographic evidence I had just gathered.
She responded with a message that read, 'mmmm!' That preceded a flurry of exchanged text messages between our phones.
We came to an arrangement that ended with me gazing at a picture of Anais, splayed across a bed with her thick cock in a full state of arousal. Her exquisite form appealed to my erotic sensibilities on a multitude of levels. In keeping with my end of the deal, I selected the video option on the phone menu and placed the phone upright on the night-stand. I pressed record and took a couple of backward paces.
My right hand brushed my nipple and teasingly passed over my flat stomach. I recalled Anais' image in my mind and ran my fingers along the length of my pulsating cock. I performed a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn, wriggled my ass and smacked both pert cheeks simultaneously. I repeated the action and shimmied away from the camera in a perfect line, with hips swinging seductively.
I held my breath when I heard the dial tone startup, and felt the first flush of furious excitement.
A voice answered that oozed with sensuality. It was rich and warm, with a teasing, tantalizing quality, that made me quiver. I pressed the phone to my ear and my sweaty hand closed around my agitated cock. Anais inquired, as to what I was up to. My answer was truthful, to wit she giggled seductively, and informed me that she, too, was caressing herself.
My breathing deepened, in accord with hers.
We traded lurid accounts of what we were actually doing, and excited each other in equal measure with graphic depictions of what we wished were doing to each other. I shut my eyes and listened to the sound of her caramel voice melting in my ear.
Anais' inflection became savagely animated as the salacious nature of our conversation grew stronger in tone. I arched my back up off the bed and tore rigorously at my rigid tool. Soon we were both in such a frenzy, that we could barely string a few words together, and instead drew our pleasure from the earthy sounds of our lust. Until it culminated with Anais emitting a sharp scream, followed by a long moan, whilst I panted like a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth with desire.
When she´d recovered her voice, Anais implored me to climax for her. She breathlessly described, how she wanted my hot milk splashed all across her breasts. That was the trigger, which precipitated a heavy release that sprayed across my stomach and chest.
After order was restored, we chatted comfortably over the course of an hour. She was so easy to talk to that it felt as though we had been acquainted for years. We ended by arranging to meet the next day.
I found it difficult to contain my excitement as I lay giddy underneath the covers. I was thrilled at the idea of meeting this enchanting lady in the flesh.
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I collected my ticket from the driver and made my way to the penultimate seats of the coach. The soles of my feet were sweaty, even though I was wearing flip-flops and the air-conditioning was on full blast. My entire body was awash with nervous energy. Anais was a beautiful transsexual woman and in a short while, we were supposed to become acquainted in an intimate manner. It would be a leap into the sexual unknown, the thought of which was exhilarating.
When I´d arrived in Almeria, she directed me over the phone to her apartment building. Anais waited patiently on the line until I got to the front entrance before she buzzed me in. She gave her floor and door number before she disconnected the call.
My level of anticipation increased markedly when I walked through the deserted lobby. I was actually in her building.
My heart beat wildly in my chest. The stairwell was narrow and constrictive and, as I had been unable to find the light switch, I proceeded in semi-darkness to the second floor. With each step I took, my excitement grew. A long-held fantasy was about to become a reality.
The door to the apartment on my right was slightly ajar. When I raised my arm to ring the bell, a pretty face with distinctive Asian features poked out from inside the apartment.
“¡Hola, Adam!” Anais said, and flashed a great big smile.
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“Hola, Anais,” I replied in a small voice. She opened the door back and beckoned me to come inside.
Anais was beautifully bedecked in a sheer cerise eyelash robe with lace detailing, that displayed most of her small chest. Even in her six-inch black stilettos, she still stood at a couple of inches below me. She was delicate and doll-like. I was completely taken by her perfect porcelain features.
We exchanged blushing smiles. Her left hand touched mine and her thumb traced over my palm. Her furniture could have been hewn from gold for all I noticed, for my eyes were set firmly on her.
“We do not have much time,” Anais insisted, and ushered me into her home. “I must be back in salon for five. But we can do much before then, yes?”
Gazing at her firm body in the figure-hugging transparent robe redirected the blood-flow from my brain to my groin. Anais looked absolutely ravishing. A veritable feast for the eyes. Any worries I might have had were instantly rendered redundant. A surge of excitement began to build inside and expelled the butterflies from my chest.
With her hand firmly enclosed in mine, Anais led me down a dimly lit hall. She walked us through an open doorway and into her boudoir. The shutters were down and an electric fan whirred in the corner. The aroma of a recently extinguished rose-scented candle hung sweetly in the air. She neglected to switch on a light, preferring to rely on what meagre amount came through from the outside hall.
We faced each other and our hands intertwined. She wore her long raven hair straight, with bangs that covered her forehead. Her bright green eyes hinted at mischief. Her delicate perfume permeated my nostrils and tantalized my racing mind.
I closed my eyes. Our heads leaned in close and we kissed softly. My hands made the journey around her round hips to land on her taut posterior. I gave her a gentle squeeze.
“Take off clothes,” Anais said softly, after she pulled her head back. “I want to see you.”
I unbuttoned my shirt to the waist and removed it slowly for her convenience. She stood and watched with growing delight, whilst my fingers fumbled with the black leather belt around my waist. Self-consciously I unbuttoned my trousers, and let them drop to my ankles. I stepped out of the pants and waited for her approval.
Anais' eyes narrowed and her red lips parted.
We embraced, and I kissed her on her soft wet lips, our mouths meshed together.
Anais pulled back and ordered me onto the king-sized mattress. Dutifully, I did as I was told and sat propped up against the three fluffy pillows by the headboard. She artfully slid off her tiny g-string with matching eyelash trim, with one hand, whilst holding the robe closed over with the other. She got onto the bed, still wearing her stilettos.
Anais knelt on the mattress and showed no indication that she was going to remove her robe. Though she was pretty in pink, I hankered to see all of her beauty. When I asked if that was possible, she questioned my readiness. Apparently, she had concerns over how I might react to the reality of a woman with a penis. I had no doubts and drew her attention to my stiff cock.
She slowly ran the tip of her tongue along her ruby lips, before breaking into a large smile.
She teased her outfit over her sallow skin, slowly revealing two small, firm breasts. Anais clasped her thighs tightly together and pushed her bristling member between them. She arched backwards and let her robe slide off. I watched transfixed, as she fell forward onto all fours and crawled across the sheet. Her hands gripped my kneecaps and she moved into position between my bent legs. I may have been nervous, but it would have been difficult to discern from my raging erection.
I was utterly beguiled by her seductive beauty. The sensual femininity of a woman with the sex of a man. An enigmatic contradiction that somehow made perfect sense.
We gazed at each other with an obvious longing. Anais fixed me with a sultry stare. Her arresting green eyes seemed to gleam in the low light. In a tantalizing tone, she told me how much she wanted me. I was unable to speak. Her lips parted delicately, and she reached out to fondle my cock.
Anais purred with satisfaction when my breathing became heavier. She grabbed my left hand and brought it onto her burgeoning cock. I felt the pulsating warm flesh against my palm. It was a fresh sensation. She pushed closer so that her knees were trapped against my bottom and our erections were twitching against the other. She put her soft hand around our twin protuberances and began to masturbate them in unison.
I closed my eyes for a moment and savoured the delight of our hard cocks slowly rubbing together. Skin on skin. Such exquisite friction. I moaned softly and her grip tightened. When my eyes opened, I saw that her features had become animated and fierce.
I glanced down at my splayed thighs and the close proximity of her bulging cock. My brain suddenly switched into panic mode. I had an idea where this might be leading to and I pulled away from her touch. Her smile evaporated and she recoiled with a wounded expression.
I took care to explain to Anais, that what was happening was all new to me and that my reactions were by no means a comment on her sexual attractiveness. She was miffed but seemed to suddenly perk up.
“You prefer to fuck me?”
I nodded eagerly.
She got off the bed and collected a small tube of lubricant from the night-stand. She asked if I was carrying condoms and I promptly got up and retrieved one from the back pocket of my trousers. My whole body shook with giddy excitement. Cold perspiration ran down my sides.
I climbed back onto the bed behind Anais. Her ass spread before me invitingly, like an undiscovered continent. I rubbed my hand over the small of her back. My cock pressed against her fleshy cheeks. I pushed it down and it crept into her lubricated hole. She gasped sharply as it forced its way into her. For a few long seconds, I let it rest inside her, before sliding back to the tip and thrust it forward with passion.
The sound of my skin slapping against her ample ass was amplified by the walls of her small, sparse bedroom. Soon, without trying, I fell into a natural rhythm. She moaned softly and I noticed her elbow move as she simultaneously pleasured herself. My hands gripped her waist and she moaned louder. As her elbow movements gathered pace, she yelled out to be, `fucked harder.´
Soon her short, sharp shrieks were all that I could hear.
Within minutes she had crumpled forward, face first into the large puffed-up pillows, having spilled her love juice onto the mauve sheet. She groaned and pushed against my leg to signal that she was done.
Anais flipped onto her back and stared up at me with her green tigress-eyes. She grabbed her firm, perky breasts and implored me to sprinkle them with my seed.
I removed the latex and knelt over Anais´ stomach, completely captivated by the savage glare in her jade green eyes as she watched me masturbate. Suddenly, she slipped a long finger deep in my ass. Within a few sublimely sweet moments, I had exploded all over her firm tits. Wearing a giddy grin, I watched as she smeared my hot cum across her chest. Anais watched my reaction carefully and ran her tongue over her bared teeth. I gazed at her with adoring, doting, fawn-like eyes.
I left her place feeling like a man reborn. Replaying every delicious moment in my mind and imagining what might happen when next we met.
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