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GENTLEMAN JOE
I first hear from Joe when he responds to my advertisement in an adult dating site on the internet. According to his profile information, he is in his mid 60's, slimmish, a widower, non smoker and bisexual, which matches my requirements. However, he lives in Sydney, Australia and I live in Auckland, New Zealand so my initial reaction is to treat him as just another 'cyber friend'.
In later messages he tells me he has a management job in a big company, so whenever I think of Joe, I have images in my mind of a handsome man dressed in a suit and tie, sitting at a board meeting. Joe appears to be a perfect match for the 'lady' image that I attempt to create when I dress as Miss Bee. A fantasy of course but I am allowed to dream!
In later messages, Joe reveals that he was born in New Zealand and still has members of his immediate family living in Auckland. He had moved to Sydney many years ago to gain promotion within the international company he works for.
Unlike most men who are contacting me at this time, Joe never makes direct reference to sex in his messages. He appears to have a curiosity about why I dress and how I have managed to achieve the image shown in my pictures. Within a short time, I become captivated with this stranger from across the Tasman Sea. His messages are a mix of intelligent questions and tasteful praise for my efforts at transformation. He has a way with words that relaxes my natural reticence and I begin to reveal some of my secret dreams and aspirations to my new cyber friend. Joe absorbs all my crazy fantasies without disparagement. I believe he has chosen me as a cyber friend because he is intrigued by my determination to assume the persona of a lady when I dress. I begin to enjoy our correspondence like never before. After several months of such correspondence, I really begin to curse the fact that Joe lives so far away!
Then one morning when I open my message page, I get some really good news. Joe tells me that he is considering moving to Auckland as he is soon to retire from his management job and wants to be closer to his elderly mother. I am thrilled now. He says that he will be in Auckland in a couple of weeks time to visit his mother and sort out where to live and is hoping that he can meet me while he is here. I agree immediately, telling him that I am looking forward to meeting him.
About a week later, he messages me to say that he could meet me next Friday morning if I am still interested. I reply that I am very keen to meet him. His reply states that he should be able to arrive at about 10am, but will ring me from the airport after he clears customs. I include my cell phone number in my next message.
I get up early on Friday morning to shower, shave and dab my naked body with lots of gorgeous smelling perfume. Then I dress myself in my red tartan `Elle Macpherson' basque, fawn lace top stockings and bright red panties. I fit my silicone breast forms into the breast cups of the basque and start making up my face.
Then my phone rings. My phone indicates an unknown number.
Joe identifies himself and says he is through customs and now looking for a rental car. He thinks he should still be able to get to my place at a little after 10am.
I tell him that I will be ready and am looking forward to meeting him when he arrives.
"So what will my new lady friend be wearing today?" Joe asks.
"I can't tell you that as I like to surprise my male visitors." I say.
"Well...Well are you dressed yet?" Joe asks.
"Partly," I answer.
"Oooo which part?"
"I'm only wearing a few items of lingerie."
"Oh wow!....what sort of lingerie?"
"I can't tell you. Ladies don't reveal such intimate details to strange men," I answer.
Joe pauses before he replies. "You play your lady image very well my dear."
"It's my fantasy."
"Your fantasy sounds delightful. So you are going to wear a skirt and a blouse today?"
"I'm going to wear a dress."
"Wow. You really are dedicated to your lady image!"
"I always wear dresses or skirt and top sets when I meet people for the first time. I like to present the image that truly reflects my feminine persona," I say.
"Yes of course! You did say you like to see yourself as a lady."
"I see myself as a respectable lady, not just a sexy slut."
"I see myself as your man!"
"A gentleman?"
"Of course! I think I'm going to like you. I need to get to your place as soon as possible to join you in your gorgeous fantasy!" Joe exclaims.
"I can't wait to meet you too Joe," I say.
I give Joe directions on how to find my place, we both say goodbye and cancel the call.
I finish making up my face to the best of my abilities, hang a gold chain necklace around my neck and fit a pair of gold hoop earrings to my ears.
Then I wriggle my slim body into the black dress I refer to as my 'party dress'. It is made from a black stretchy, dimpled material and has a hem that falls to an approximate mid thigh length. Sewn in are lace see-through long sleeves and big folds of the same lace added at the hip level, which fall to below the hem of the dress in pointed panels, giving the hem a very intriguing look. The true hem is quite difficult to see under the lace panels unless I move rapidly or spin around whereapon the lace panels flare out. However, this true hem is only just low enough to hide my stocking tops when I stand so today I need to remember to cross my legs very carefully when I sit down. And never, ever bend over!
I complete my transformation by fitting my short blonde wig upon my head and brush it till it looks smooth and flawless.
I have just finished, when I hear a knock at my front door.
I open it to find a slim man of senior years wearing a pair of dark trousers and pale blue shirt, standing outside. He looks very respectable and handsome with a mature presence.
He even wears a tie! Just exactly as I imagined! "Hey you look nice, you must be Miss Bee," my visitor says.
"And you must be Joe. Who else would wear a tie to visit a teegirl!" I blurt.
"Well thank you. I'm very glad I did now. You look very smart!" Joe says.
"Thank you Joe. Er....come in," I say and stand back to allow him room to enter my home.
Joe doesn't follow my prompt. He stands still then brings his left hand from behind his back and holds up a red rose!
"I brought you a gift," he says.
I am thrilled. "Oh thank you Joe," I say and take the flower from his outstretched hand.
I hold the rose to my face and smell the perfume. The gesture stirs an agreeable sensation in my mind straight away. No man has ever brought me flowers before. Maybe this is the man I have been dreaming of meeting for all these years?
"Thank you," I whisper again.
Suddenly, I realise that Joe is still outside my door!
"Oh...come in Joe," I say and step aside again so he can enter my home.
I guide Joe through into my living room. He chooses to sit down on the settee near the window.
"I'll fetch a vase," I say and walk out to the kitchen.
I place the rose in a vase and add some water. As I return to the lounge, I remember that my dress is barely long enough to cover my stocking tops when I stand. Bending is out of the question! So I approach the coffee table at right angles to Joe's sight and bend my knees to crouch whilst I set the vase in place. I don't look down, but I imagine that my dress must be riding rather high at the sides right now. Damn that stretch material! I imagine Joe's eyes on my dress hem and on my stocking clad legs. I wonder if he can see the tops of my stockings? Oh no! This was not how I planned this very special first meet. Today I was hoping to present myself as the perfect lady in front of this perfect gentleman!
I feel a sense of relief when I finally get to sit on the other settee. I cross my legs very carefully but when I look down I am appalled to see how far my dress hem has risen! I reach my left hand to my hem to push it down slightly.
Once settled, I am relieved to see Joe looking at the rose, not my legs.
"Thank you again for that gift. It is very beautiful," I say.
Joe looks up and smiles. "You deserve such images of femininity. You are more beautiful than a single rose."
I feel myself blushing. "Thank you."
My eyes return to the rose in the middle of the room as my mind races. Shyness often spoils my initial meetings with male visitors. What should I say?
"Er...Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" I blurt.
"No thanks, I had one at the airport" Joe replies.
I look up towards Joe and find him studying me now. Our eyes meet and I find myself blushing slightly then looking away back to the rose. But Joe saves me from any further embarrassment.
"I really like your dress my dear," Joe says. "You obviously have a good dress sense too."
"Thank you," I say but am appalled to notice that my voice comes out as barely a whisper.
"You certainly present yourself as the lady you told me about in your messages."
"Thanks. I am pleased to find you true to the image I had of you too."
"That dress fits your fabulous figure like a tight glove!" Joe exclaims.
His words prompt my hands to go straight to the hem of my dress and push it down again!
"This dress is too short!" I giggle.
"It's not too short!"
"Yes it is!" I blurt and push the hem down again!
Joe laughs. "You are so cute! So very endearing!"
My nerves control my hands now. I fidget with my skirt hem constantly.
Joe attempts to save me from total embarrassment. "Tell me, where did you get that lovely dress?"
"I bought it from a second hand clothing store."
"It must have cost you a lot."
"No, only thirteen dollars, as I recall."
"That's amazing!"
"I buy most of my clothing second hand."
"Sounds like you have a good shop there."
"Yes, but the low prices tempt me to buy too many feminine things."
"A lady like you could never have too many clothes."
"Oh yes, she can."
"Well maybe one day you can show me more of your extensive wardrobe."
I smile as I contemplate that prospect. I have long dreamed of having a regular boyfriend like Joe. Someone to get really close to and share many more of my secret fantasies with.
But Joe has rather more immediate thoughts. "That dress really shows off your fabulous slim figure."
"Thank you Joe. I call this my party dress."
"Yes, I can just imagine you at a party," he exclaims, "and teasing all the young men!"
"Ha ha, I think I prefer to tease older men."
"Like me?"
"Yes, especially older men who dress nicely...like you."
"Thank you my dear, but I'm certainly glad that I at least wore these clothes today. Anything less formal, would have felt out of place in your beautiful presence," He says.
"Well, thank you Joe."
My nerves keep returning my eyes to the rose on the coffee table and my fingers to the hem of my dress. Fortunately Joe ignores my fidgeting.
"That rose is a symbol of our meeting here today," he says.
I look at Joe. "A gift of friendship?"
"More than that. It has become my compliment to your aura of femininity."
I feel myself blushing. Damn my emotions. They seem to be racing out of control today.
"That rose is very beautiful," I stutter.
"Not as beautiful as you, my dear."
I feel myself blushing again. "Thanks." Once again my nerves affect my voice.
"Only someone whom thinks as a female could appreciate the beauty and the symbolism of feminine expression in a single flower," Joe says.
I feel myself blushing openly now. Joe seems to be reading me like an open book!
"Thank you Joe," I whisper, "I am a girl on the inside."
"You are a girl inside and out in my view!"
"Thank you."
"Darling, you are the most dedicated and committed transvestite I have ever met!"
I struggle to find the best words to respond. "Thank you. You are a real gentleman," I blurt.
"Your presentation displays a level of perfection that I hadn't witnessed with many other girls like you," he continues, "most of them dress and act like sluts."
"I'm not for sale!"
Joe laughs. "I should hope not!"
I see Joe's eyes dip towards my legs and lower regions. I feel his eyes upon me. Yet rather than feeling embarrassed or exposed, a shiver of excitement curses through my body. With our initial introductions appearing to proceed relatively smoothly, my furtive brain has begun to plan ways to entrap this man! I have to resist a sudden urge to step into the middle of the room and lift my dress to my waist!
Thankfully, I manage to control that urge and merely keep staring at the rose on the coffee table. But I can't think of something intelligent to say. Nothing is said for several minutes yet the physical attraction for each other is definitely mutual. Eventually I risk looking at Joe.
His eyes are still lowered toward my legs and he doesn't look up. So I feast my eyes on him. He looks gorgeous! Tall and slim, yet with broad shoulders. Handsome, yet with the lines of life's experience intricately etched into his facial expressions. Bald on top, but with a good cover of grey hair around the sides and back that presents an impression of middle age rather than elderly.
Suddenly Joe lifts his eyes toward me and smiles. "Er....sorry!" He says.
My shyness means I look away. "What for?"
"For embarrassing you with my stare!" Joe says.
"Under the right circumstances, I love to be looked at."
"Is this the right time?"
"Er... yes....and no!" I stutter as I attempt to push my dress hem down again!
Joe laughs. "You are so cute! So utterly captivating!"
His comments merely encourage me to I struggle with my dress hem again!
"Have you been dressing like this for very long?" Joe asks. His attempt to change the subject away from direct physical references is very welcome.
"For most of my life actually, although I've only been wearing make-up and calling myself Miss Bee since 2000," I reply.
"Your make-up looks great too. You look very pretty," Joe says.
"Thank you."
"What kinds of lingerie do you like to wear?"
"Hey, what sort of question is that? I thought you were a gentleman!"
"I am! I am, but now that I have finally met you and broken the ice, so to speak, I am more intrigued than ever to gain insights into your private world," Joe says.
"Well my favourite items are corsets or basques. I love the bound in feeling and the way they pull on my stockings when I straighten my shoulders." I say.
Joe's face lights up as he imagines the concept and I wonder if I have gone too far with my revelations?His next question does not surprise me.
"You wearing one now?"
"Um....er yes."
"So those are real stockings that I have been perving at on your fabulous legs?"
"I will ignore that question. Like I said on the phone, a lady likes to keep some secrets up her skirts."
I look up and our eyes meet. His face lights up in a gorgeous smile. I am smitten by his appearance. He seems to read my mind.
"I believe that I have found the lady of my dreams," he murmurs very quietly.
His words are very welcome, but it's the pitch of his voice that really catches my attention. It reminds me of that husky whisper that is common during intimate moments in bed. I can almost feel the intimacy that he is projecting....suggesting! I feel my heart begin to race!
"You sound like the man of my dreams too," I say.
"I think I'm going to enjoy living in Auckland....Hey, your neighbour's house wouldn't be for sale would it?" Joe asks with a chuckle.
I laugh. "I don't think so." My nerves prompt me to reach my left hand down to adjust the hem of my dress again. Joe appears to watching my every move now.
"You certainly know how to draw my attention to your charms," he says.
I remove my fingers from my dress hem. "My nervous disposition should not be construed as a deliberate tease!"
Joe laughs. "But you look so cute when you are attempting to retain your dignity!"
I feel myself blush and return my gaze to the flower in the vase. But when I look up again, I find Joe looking intently at my legs.
"My god you've got lovely legs darling," he says.
"Thank you."
Once again, my hands reach to adjust the hem of my dress. I just can't stop myself doing it!
"Miss Bee, you are so damn cute!"
I notice that my hands are shaking. I decide that I must make a huge effort to keep my hands off the hem of my dress! Instead, I concentrate my vision upon the red rose on the coffee table. But every time I focus my eyes upon it, my mind recalls Joe's clever words about my transformational status and my mind races with anxiety. This man is bringing out all sorts of hidden feminine emotions that have rarely surfaced before. This is becoming just a little bit scary! But then Joe brings my dreams back to reality with a thump.
"Hey, why don't you stand up and give me a proper look at that dress of yours."
"Oh...." I stutter. "Oh...You're too naughty!" I complain and stay seated.
"I know I'm naughty," Joe replies, "But I am a man."
"Yes I did notice that!"
Joe laughs. "And you are my lady friend now!"
I know that it is time to relax my strict lady pretense, but I still hesitate for a many minutes, unsure of the possible loss of dignity during such a manoeuvre. Instead, I fidget with my dress again.
Joe adjusts his sitting position too. His movements bring my eyes upon him and for the first time today, I lower my vision to stare at his crotch. My imagination runs wild. Is that his cock causing that bulge that I see or am I merely fantasizing?
"Please," He says.
"But can I trust you to stay where you are?" I giggle.
"Of course you can!"
I sit tight for several minutes, weighing up the pros and cons of what he requires. Eventually, I convince my overburdened brain that the object here is to display my clothing choices and not to perform a blatant tease routine. I also feel that I must attempt to overcome this dreadful shyness that has been spoiling my efforts to impress my potential new friend here today.
When I stand up, I immediately regret my decision. I sense that my dress has ridden up at the back! My hands are shaking as I pause to stuff my dress back down as far as possible. When Joe laughs, I feel dreadful! Why did I wear this short, stretchy dress for this so very important meeting?
"Miss Bee, you are so charming!" Joe exclaims.
I move out into the middle of the room feeling extremely nervous. I grit my teeth, steady my feet and do a little turn around on my heels. I feel the hem of my dress swirl out a little and hope it is enough to satisfy Joe's interest.
"Oh yes, those folds of lace are a real tease!" Joe exclaims.
Relaxing a little, I do another, more confident spin around to show how the lace panels on my skirt move and flair out from where they are attached at the hip level. I am pleased with my efforts. I can control my shyness!
When I turn to sit down on my settee, Joe speaks. "No, do that again please."
I hesitate now. I stand still and look down at Joe.
"Just for me...darling." He says in that same sweet and seductive voice he used earlier. It sways any hesitation that I retain. I turn around and do my little spin in the middle of the room again. More confident now. The folds of lace spin outwards delightfully in a whirl of black lace. When once again, I stand facing him, I see the excitement in his expression.
"Darling, that's a fabulous dress!" Joe declares.
"Thank you. I was very pleased to find it for sale in the shop on the day I visited," I say.
"I'm very pleased to find that you maintain your lady fantasy into every aspect of your transformation. Most CD's just wear lingerie and look and act like sluts."
"How do you know?" I ask with a grin on my face.
Joe smiles. "Oh, I've seen them on the net!"
I laugh. "I see myself as a lady, not a prostitute."
"Your dedicated feminine representation is the reason why I am sitting here enjoying your company right now," Joe says.
"Thank you Joe," I say as I turn towards my settee.
"No don't sit down, why don't you tease me some more?" Joe requests.
I pause and turn toward Joe. "That was not meant as a tease routine!"
Joe laughs. "Worked like one though!"
"Joe! I thought you were going to be a gentleman today!"
"I am a very respectable gentleman!"
I'm feeling confident enough to stand my ground now and study Joe. From the thinning patch of grey hair on his head, right down to his smartly polished black shoes, Joe is a very smart looking senior man. A secret desire for such a man has been disturbing my sleep patterns for years!
Obviously Joe has been copying my perving. "Come here darling," he requests.
I hesitate, looking intently at Joe. His mind obviously races with excitement, yet he remains wary of possible discredit, just as I do.
"You're naughty!" I complain.
"Your feminine presence attracts me greatly," Joe says.
I look him straight in the eye and smile. "You look pretty good too."
I feel my voice tremble with emotion. I hope he can read the vibes transmitted by my words and body language and see that I desire him as much as he desires me right now. Unable to resist now, I take the few steps needed to stand within touching distance of his hands.
"Good girl," he purrs and moves forward to sit on the edge of his seat. He reaches both hands out to hold the big folds of lace surrounding the hem of my skirt.
"Can I?" He asks.
I smile. I know what he wants to do and I secretly want him to do it now. The opportunity to meet a man who genuinely appreciates my efforts at transformation is like a dream come true. My heart races as Joe lifts the big folds of lace up and looks intently at the true hem of my dress underneath. A hem that I know only just reaches low enough to cover my stocking tops.
But does it? There is every chance that during the spins and turns, the hem has risen higher. Stretch material is great for getting your body into but it does have an inbuilt propensity to shrink and climb up. I attempt to imagine what Joe can see and what Joe is thinking. But Joe is a smart man. He is giving nothing away.
"What a lovely dress.... on a lovely lady," he whispers.
"Thanks," I blurt, my mind a confusion of lust and trepidation.
I need this man to make love to me now but feel that I must maintain my feminine dignity for as long as possible too! Playing the conservative lady role is fundamental to my entire transgender lifestyle.
Joe lets go of the lace panels and I feel the hem of my dress being gently tugged downwards!
"You are violating your priviledge." I say.
Joe ignores my protest. "Such soft, stretchy material! No wonder you have been so keen to stop it climbing up."
I feel his grip tighten and then my dress hem lift!
"No!" I squeal and reach both hands to thwart his endeavours.
He relaxes his hold immediately and laughs. "Just testing!"
"Just being very naughty!" I say.
"I love the way you play your role darling."
"Miss Bee can be very stuburn!"
"I love a challenge!"
He follows up by placing several fingers on my right knee!
"You don't give up easily!" I say and make a feeble effort to push his hand away.
But he must note how pathetic my effort is because his fingers begin a smooth brush across my stocking clad knee and then creep further up my thigh. This first physical contact between us sends a shiver of desire through my body. A shiver that races straight to my sex glands!
"You're naughty," I whisper. "Yes, I know," he agrees, "but your femininity teases my masculinity."
His words have me looking at the crotch of his trousers again! I'm sure there is a bulge there now!
He strokes my knee and lower thigh very gently for several minutes, then looks up to gauge my reaction. When I smile my approval, Joe's face lights up in a gorgeous smile.
"You're naughty but....I like you Joe," I whisper.
Joe pauses with his fingers resting on my right knee. "I really love the way you persist with your role to be a conservative lady."
"I am a conservative lady!"
"Miss Bee, you are the most dedicated transvestite I have ever met!"
I detect that same husky bedroom tone in his voice. It combines with his comments to send waves of excitement flooding through my body. The swelling sensation in my panties increases dramatically.
When the inevitable happens and I feel his hand slide further up my thigh, I welcome his advance.
"Joe, you are naughty!" I say but then take a step closer.
"Good girl," Joe whispers.
He takes advantage of his opportunity immediately, sliding his right hand up the inside of my right thigh, brushing and gently massaging my leg and searching for the tops of my stockings.
"You've got lovely ladies legs," he purrs.
"You've got randy men's hands!" I hiss in protest.
Despite my verbal protests, I find myself enjoying his touch immensely. I instinctively know from these initial touches that Joe and I will be sharing some very intimate expressions of sexuality today!
"Oh, yes, real stockings alright," he murmurs as his fingers find their objective.
"Yes, real stockings and real bare skin," I say when I feel his fingers on my bare upper thigh, massaging and searching for signs of suspender straps. Thankfully, he makes no attempt to reach straight to my panties, as most men do. Thus far, Joe seems to be the perfect gentleman!
He finds a suspender strap, pulls on it momentarily, then releases it again to spring back into place. I feel it 'snap' back against my thigh and wait with heart racing for him to find another strap or repeat the tease. I am not disappointed.
"Now you're a tease," I whisper as he repeats the 'snap' tease several times.
When I feel his finger tips creep further up my bare thigh, I look down towards his face. I find him smiling up at me, waiting for my reaction. He is obviously testing my resistance to his advances.
"You're naughty...but nice," I whisper.
A finger tip touches my panties, creating a stir that shoots right through my sex glands! "Joe!" I squeal.
"What colour are your panties darling?" He asks as his finger tips trace the elastic edging that runs around my left leg. His gentle contact is electrifying.
"I'm not telling you," I protest.
He reacts to my refusal by immediately lifting my skirt, to see for himself! "Red!" He squeals.
I grab my skirt with both hands and push it back down over the top of his searching hands.
"No, you mustn't!" I giggle.
Despite my frantic efforts to retain this one last scrap of feminine dignity, both his hands remain up my dress! Although he is unable to see, his fingers are feeling the shape of my erection and my balls through the thin cotton. He looks up to my face to judge my reaction and when I smile, he continues with his blatant massaging. In a short time my cock is stretching the front panel of my panties and screaming out for physical contact.
After several minutes, Joe speaks: "Hey, why don't you sit beside me?"
"No, you're too naughty!" I giggle and continue to stand facing him.
But when he smiles, I find myself becoming smitten and sit down beside Joe, remembering to cross my legs and push my too short dress hem down once again.
He laughs. "Forever the lady!"
He reaches his right arm along the back of the settee behind me and reaches his left hand to my right hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss my fingers. I am very impressed.
"You're a very attractive lady," he whispers as he looks into my eyes from just inches away.
"You're a very attractive man too Joe," I whisper in reply.
He moves his face even closer and kisses me on the mouth. Very lightly and gently at first, as if he is hesitant of miscalculating my desires. But when we pull apart and look into each others eyes again, I believe he can see the longing in my eyes too. He immediately clamps his mouth over mine again and soon our tongues are exploring each other's mouths. I must admit to never being much of a kissing person, but Joe's manly tastes soon have my feminine passions flowing strongly.
So when the inevitable happens and I feel his left hand contact my left knee, instead of pushing it away, I find myself welcoming the intrusion. When his fingers drift higher and encounter my tight dress hem, I give in to rising passion, uncrossing my legs and opening them just a little. Not too blatant at first but just enough to allow his hand easier access. Soon his hand is reaching under my dress hem to explore my thighs and eventually to contact my panties.
"You're too naughty," I whisper when our mouths finally part.
"You're very sexy and you deserve every attention you are getting," he whispers.
I can't resist now. I reach my right hand to the crotch of his trousers! He jumps perceptively when my fingers trace the hard bone like structure evident behind the zip. Joe is fully aroused!
"Mmmmmmm," he purrs.
With each touching the partners cock bulges, our kisses became frantic expressions of lust. Lips suck lips, mouths open wide, tongues contact tongues.
"You're a very sexy girl!" Joe exclaims when he finally pulls his tongue out of my mouth.
"You're a very nice man!" I reply.
Suddenly he startles me by getting up off the settee and sitting down on the floor at my feet.
"Now you're very naughty!" I exclaim.
"Yes, I know," he says. He picks up both of my shoes and spreads my legs a little further apart.
"Wow! Like a beacon in the dark!" Joe declares as he looks up between my open legs.
"You're very naughty!"
He lifts one shoe and kisses it fleetingly, then moves on to pay similar homage to my stocking clad ankle. His mouth feels warm and wet and ever so gentle. The contact sends a shiver of anticipation racing through my mind as I contemplate being indecently assaulted by a true gentleman.
"You have fabulous legs darling," He whispers.
"You have a lovers touch," I whisper.
When I look down, I see his eyes diverting regularly to stare up between my legs. Yet he resists the urge to rush toward his objective. He kisses my calves, swapping from my left to my right side at intervals. Then he progresses to my knees, switching from side to side whilst working his way slowly higher and higher up my legs. He spreads my legs further apart as he progresses. Eventually I ignore my lady pretense completely, pulling my dress hem up to remove any restriction to his endeavours. Within a few minutes the hem of my dress reaches to across my hips and my legs are opened wide enough to fit Joe's head and shoulders between my knees. I feel exposed and wanton but appreciate every touch, every kiss and every whisper from Joe .
"You are an extremely sexy lady!" He says.
"You make love like a true gentleman," I reply.
"Thank you. Your lady status deserves every respect."
I feel his kisses reach my bare thighs. "Oh yes!"
"What beautiful panties you wear Bee," he says from between my legs.
I know that his face is within kissing distance of my panties, yet he seems content with just looking at them from close up. What is he doing? Then it dawns on me. He is teasing me now!
"Joe....please....please kiss them!" I plead.
He laughs, then his kisses are on the bulge of my cock inside my panties.
"Oh Joe! I love that!" I exclaim as he licks and kisses my swollen cock through the thin material.
"Love your taste in lingerie," he whispers.
"I love your taste in me!"
When the inevitable happens and I feel his fingers pulling at the waist elastic of my panties and lifting it carefully over the end of my cock, I squeal: "Joe!"
I feel his warm mouth envelope the knob of my cock!
After several smooth, gentle plunges, he pauses to lick the shaft of my cock and then sucks my knob. The sensation is lovely. He alternatively licks the shaft and the knob, then plunges my cock to the back of his mouth, running the sensitive strip down the full length of his tongue. In a short time, I am in ecstasy. But, soon I have to tell him that he will be getting several mouth fulls of cum if he persists doing what he is currently doing.
He lifts his mouth off my cock and stands up.
Without any explanation, he clutches both my hands and helps me to my feet. We embrace each other and kiss again. This kiss is different. There is no longer a desperate need to excite and arouse the partner to reach our secret goals. We both acknowledge that only the intimacy offered by sexual intercourse will satisfy the craving in our minds and bodies now.
When our mouths finally part, I understand my role. I stand apart in front of Joe and begin undoing his tie and then his shirt buttons. His shirt peels back to reveal a broad chest with a cluster of tangled hair above and around his tiny nipples. I run my hands through the hair and lower my mouth to his left nipple.
"Good girl," Joe whispers.
I suck and nibble on his nipple, then shift my mouth to the other nipple and repeat the sucking, but this time also using my teeth to gently tweek the pink flesh. Within a short time, Joe has bright pink smudges around each breast from my lipstick.
"Very good girl," he whispers.
When I drop to my knees and start undoing his belt, Joe reacts: "Yes please baby."
His trousers soon drop to the floor, revealing a pair of well filled black briefs. My hands are shaking with excitement as I massage the big bulge showing in them. I use my fingers to trace the outline of his cock and imagine how it will spring out and up once released from it's cotton enclosure.
"Take them off Bee darling," Joe whispers.
I grip his briefs at both sides as if to lower them, but then pause to kiss his flat belly. Tease. Tease!
"Take them off Bee!" Joe pleads.
Once again I grip his briefs, but then pause. I hold the big bulge of his cock in my left hand and stroke it slowly as I kiss his belly. By now his briefs are well down at the sides but the knob of his straining cock has caught under the waist elastic preventing the front from slipping lower. As a transgender, I understand what Joe is experiencing.
"You teasing bitch," Joe hisses.
My patience runs out. I grip the waist elastic of Joe's briefs and pull them quickly down his legs. His cock pops out and stands up proudly. It isn't a huge cock, but to my excited vision, it looks magnificent! Below his shaft, amid a tangle of pubic hairs, two big balls hang tightly packed to offer a vision of masculine power and beauty.
"Wow! My new toy!" I declare.
"Bloody good girl," Joe whispers when he feels my mouth envelop the knob of his cock.
"Oh yes, you're a bloody good girl alright!" He squeals when I do my best to repeat the cock sucking procedure that had so much pleased me.
When I lick the shaft of his cock, Joe moans his appreciation. When I suck his knob, Joe moans louder. When I plunge my mouth down upon the full length of his cock, he squeals with pleasure.
But in a short time, Joe whispers those magic words, "I need to fuck you now darling."
My heart is racing as I stand up.
"Help me out of my dress Joe." I instruct.
He gathers up the hem complete with all the folds of lace and helps me wriggle it up over my head. This dress is quite tight and I have a few embarrassing moments as it tries to dislodge my wig from my head. Eventually I manage to retain most of my dignity and my wig. Joe drapes my dress over one arm of the settee.
"Wow, I love your corset!" Joe exclaims when he sees my red tartan basque.
"This really is classy," he says as he runs his fingers over the front of it, tracing the boning and the shaping of the breast cups.
"Even your underwear matches your lady image my dear. I am very impressed!" he says.
He reaches a hand to my left breast and squeezes it playfully. "Feels almost real too!"
He reaches for my red panties and pulls them right down my legs.
"Now bend over that big box over there and spread your lovely legs for me," Joe instructs, pointing to the firewood box alongside the fireplace.
I feel my heart racing as I drape myself over the box and spread my legs wide apart. This is it now, I tell myself. After all the messages, the waiting, the dreaming and the exhilarating introduction, our new relationship is about to be consummated.
Not surprisingly I jump when I feel Joe's fingers on my arse cheeks. I feel him parting them and then feel his hot breath right inside my slot!
"Whoor, what a sexy arse you have Miss Bee," Joe whispers.
I jump again as Joe's tongue slides right through my slot! It makes several delightful passes through my slot, before lingering at my sphincter where it jabs at my hole.
"Love you Joe," I whisper.
I feel his tongue jab harder, then harder again till I fee it actually penetrate into me and twist around. It feels hot and wet and just so intimate! A shiver of pleasure runs through my pelvic area, increasing my need for full intercourse.
"Oooooo Joe! You lovely man!" I squeal and wriggle my arse in appreciation.
Joe jabs his tongue many times, only pausing when he needs to take a few gulps of air to breath.
"Love you Joe. Love your attentions to my female needs," I whisper.
Eventually, his tongue appears to have violated my rectum and twisted and turned inside my body.
"You are a very sexy lady, Miss Bee," Joe whispers when he pauses for breath. His voice sounds raspy and loaded with even more emotion now.
He is quiet again as his tongue jabs at my entrance. My sex glands absorb every titivation that his tongue relays till I feel full and loaded and on fire down there.
Eventually though, even the most patient of lovers needs to relieve the pressure building in his sex glands. But I am not disappointed when he removes his tongue and stands up. I turn my head and see Joe bend to hunt through his bag on the floor.
He removes a condom and tube of lubricant from his bag.
I watch Joe roll the condom down his cock and then smear his shaft with lubricant. He knows that I am watching, so he strokes it for many minutes, making sure that every lump, every bump is greased to perfection. Once fully wet it looks more beautiful, more magnificent than I first thought. He looks up and smiles when he sees me staring at it.
"I need that beautiful weapon in me now Joe!" I say.
He turns to behind me and I loose sight of my new lover. I grip the lid of the firewood box, stare at the wall and await my fate with my heart racing. When I feel his fingers gently lubricating my anus, my excitement reaches fever pitch.
"My god, you've got a lovely, tight girlie pussie," Joe purrs.
He runs a finger in and out, teasing my entrance.
When his finger disappears and he holds my hips with both hands, I shiver with more excitement.
"You're a darling girl," Joe purrs as he holds my hips and pushes and prods his cock against my resisting hole. I try not to flinch, even though I expect a pain. I need this as much as Joe now.
"Oh Joe...fuck my pussie," I request.
"You're a real darling girl," Joe repeats.
I feel a jab of pain....then it subdues but only to become intense again for an instant. Joe is stabbing his cock, opening my sphincter to his blatant possession. I grit my teeth and await the onset of pain. But I know I must endure it to achieve what I so desperately need now. Three or four hard stabs follow and then I gasp as I feel Joe's cock open my sphincter. His cock feels huge. He pauses with just his knob in me. The perfect gentleman even in his moment of greatest excitement.
But then a stretch sensation, followed by a sense of fullness warns me that Joe is claiming masculine possession of my feminine body!
"Wow!....you really do have a tight pussie!" He exclaims.
"You have a big cock!" I counter.
Connected to his 'lady' in the most intimate way, Joe pauses again to allow my body to adjust to it's rigid intruder.
"Okay?" He asks as he holds my hips gently.
"More than okay. You have lit a fire in all my sexy places!" I squeal.
"Love you Bee!" Joe says.
He grips my hips rather firmly and powers his cock into me with several long strokes. As a transgender, I know that he is savouring the exquisite tightness and heated friction that only a rectum can provide.
He pauses again. "Okay?"
"More than okay. Your cock feels super hot!" I reply.
"You're hot too!" Joe squeals.
He recommences thrusting, burying every inch of his cock into me, then pulling almost right out again. The heated sensation in my rectum increases, eventually becoming a blur of stretch and burn, stretch and burn. In time, a more deep seated titivation spreads right through between my legs and into all of my internal sex glands, provoking my cock to plead for contact. "You're a gorgeous hard man!" I squeal.
Amid the physical pleasure, I relish the mental satisfaction that only a true transgender bottom can grasp. That special satisfaction of pleasuring a man with her body. Every thrust of his cock confirms my belief that sex as a woman is the only kind of sex that can possibly satisfy me now.
The power behind his cock makes me gasp! "Joe! You are so strong!" I squeal.
"Do you work out?" I ask.
"I'm working in and out now!" He squeals.
Suddenly I feel a new sensation. Joe's wet, greased left hand contacts my swollen cock and begins wanking it in sequence with his thrusts! The sensation is delightful.
Then it gets even better. Joe pauses with his cock embedded in my arse. "Darling Bee," he whispers and reaches his head toward my right ear. I spot his desire and twist my head to my right and we kiss. The positioning of our bodies is rather strained but with the lower parts of our bodies connected in sexual intimacy, the kiss seems very intimate, filling me with a warmth and passion like I had never before experienced.
Joe obviously feels the same special connection that I do. For a long time, he holds his cock motionless embedded up to the hilt inside my body as he soaks up the warmth and passion that connects our bodies and minds. Meanwhile, his hand continues to hold my cock very gently and delicately.
"Mmmmmm," I murmur with my mouth full of Joe's tongue.
"Mmmmmm," he repeats.
After many minutes, he lifts his mouth from mine and starts thrusting his cock up into me again. He begins gently but is soon thrusting very powerfully, bouncing me slightly up off the floor with each thrust. Once again his power impresses me. I turn my head back frequently to look into his eyes, hoping to read what he is thinking. But all I see is the wild stare of a man in the throes of sexual bliss!
"Oooooo.. I love your pussie!" He squeals. "Oooooo, I love your feminine pussie, your whole body, your whole attitude! Miss Bee you are a real darling!"
His comments send a gorgeous warmth through my body. With his cock titivating my internal glands and with his hand stroking my cock, I feel myself being transported closer and closer to euphoria.
Joe still kisses me at regular intervals, but now the contact is brief and almost funtional. A more pressing need catches both our attentions now. We both sense it although neither partner utters a word to the other. Sometimes I reach my head back and we exchange mouth contacts, other times he plants kisses on my shoulders, my neck and on my ears. Meanwhile, he is constantly offering whispers of sweet affection about how lovely I am and how much he is enjoying my body.
He pauses to chat. "You love this, don't you?" He asks.
"I loved being seduced as a lady but then fucked as a slut!"
"You're still a lady darling!"
Joe alters his thrust rate frequently. Long, deep penetrations follow short sharp stabs. Stabs where I feel his balls smack against my arse cheeks as he attempts to reach his cock that little bit deeper into his lover. But then as his arousal begins to peak, he settles into a slower rhythm.
He holds me close and strokes my cock slowly now too, sensing that both our responses are at heightened levels. Even within this close embrace, Joe manages to keep thrusting his cock gently into me, but now I feel that there is a very definite urgency in his movements. A deliberate intention in his thrusting. I know what is coming soon and I want Joe to enjoy himself. "Love you Joe," I whisper.
"You fucking sexy bitch! Oh...sorry I didn't mean to belittle you! I do love your feminine attitudes!"
Suddenly he pauses, his cock deeply embedded in my arse. I feel the tension his body before he blurts his words.
"You're making me cum! Oh yes Bee baby you're making me cum!"
He withdraws his cock a fraction, then slams it back into me, stroking my cock very firmly! I feel my responses trip into orgasm!
"Joe!" I scream.
"Bee darling!" Joe screams.
I feel his body shudder just as my own glands contract around Joe's shaft as my orgasm ripples through my pelvis. My body jumps and convulses as my cum shoots from my cock!
"Oh fuck!....Oh shit!" I scream.
"Ooooooooo Fuck! Fuck! I love you Bee!" Joe squeals loudly.
Joe is right with me. He shakes! His cock shoots cum! He shivers. His cock shoots again. He swears, shivers and shoots again. On and on he shivers, shakes and swears.
"Oh darling Bee! That was wonderful!" Joe exclaims as his orgasm slows to an ooze.
Later, when Joe slips his cock from my stretched rear entrance and heads off to remove his condom, I discover great strips of my cum has splattered across the top of the firewood box.
I think I am in love!