Marsha Under Cover (part 7)
How does a straight man deal with a truly beautiful cross-dresser, even when he knows her secret? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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As we left the jazz club Marsha seemed to be walking on air. I didn't think I was very good with women – they were hard to figure out and it was so easy for me to say or do the wrong thing. But tonight things had gone well – I didn't know how or why, but I seemed to be doing well with Marsha tonight, and hoped I wouldn't mess things up.
We stopped at Marsha's home to pick up some things we would need to pack for our trip. We stopped at my place and did the same. At the hotel we packed what we could and left the rest for morning.
We settled down and shared a bottle of wine, continuing to enjoy each other's company.
"You make me feel very comfortable and safe," Marsha said.
"I've never been with anyone like you before," I said, "and I think you might just be the one for me."
We kissed some more, and then retired to the bedroom. After brushing our teeth, Marsha turned to me and said, "please remove my bra and wig."
I took her into my arms, kissing her, and unhooking her bra. I slipped it off her and set it on a chair. I removed the wig and placed it on the wig stand.
I kissed Marsha again, and she said, "It is kind of exciting to reveal my 'natural' self to you."
This really surprised me – I knew that she was uneasy about it at first, but now it was arousing for her – what more could I ask for?
Her hard little clitty confirmed her arousal, but I didn't want to finish things too quickly.
I led her to the bed and had her lay face down. I took some gentle lotion and put it some on my finger and slipped it between her cheeks. She sighed and I kissed her pretty lips. I slowly wiggled my finger and gently touched her tender rosebud, just resting there for a bit.
Marsha's eyes grew wide and I knew she was warming up to this. I slowly moved my finger around, massaging her rosebud. Then I gently pressed the tip of my finger into her. Marsha signaled her receptivity by spreading her legs, inviting me to continue.
I put more lotion in her crack and then worked my finger in deeper and wiggled it. Seeing the blissful look on Marsha's face, I slipped a second finger in, very slowly. Once both fingers were all the way in, I started to wiggle my fingers back and forth. Marsha moaned with delight.
I had her roll over onto her back, keeping my fingers in her. I wiggled my fingers, tapping on her prostate, and took her firm little clitty into my mouth. I sucked and continued to finger her and Marsha let out a little scream as she climaxed. I held her in my mouth until she stopped pumping and then lay next to her. By now I really liked the taste of her juice, and all that it represented.
"That was amazing!" Marsha said, "That was the best climax of my life!"
"I want to give you the very best," I said.
"You sure did!" she replied.
I pulled my fingers out of her and washed up. When I returned to bed we kissed and drifted off to sleep.
In the morning we got up and showered together. The slippery soap was very arousing, and while we ensured that each other's private parts were squeaky clean, we brought each other to climax as well. My time with Marsha was wonderful and I was beginning to fall in love with her. I wasn't entirely sure, but I knew I was getting close. I wondered how Marsha felt, and was afraid she may not be ready for real love.
We dried off and got dressed. We went downstairs to the restaurant and had breakfast. We returned and finished packing, and then checked out and drove to the airport.
Since Grand Rapids was not a hub, most flights were connections. We flew coach class to our connection in Minneapolis, but we had first class seats from there to Las Vegas. Government employees rarely got to fly first class, but this was part of our cover, so we decided to enjoy the opportunity. We would be taking a taxi upon our arrival, so we were free to drink as much as we wanted, and we enjoyed many free drinks.
During the flight we talked very freely, though still had the good judgment to keep the volume low. We discussed some of what we would do for Marsha's transition. After a time, we were both feeling very mellow, and Marsha said, "You are a wonderful blessing to me, Bill – I never dreamt that I would ever find someone like you."
"Finding you was very unexpected for me," I said, "but I'm really glad I have."
My judgement being seriously impaired by the drinks, I asked, "Do you think that you could ever truly love a man like me?"
Tears in her eyes once again, she blurted out, "I already DO love you, you bone-head, can't you tell?"
She immediately went silent, and then said, "sorry, I think that was the booze talking."
I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "this is NOT the booze talking: I LOVE YOU!"
Now tears were running down her face and Marsha kissed me.
Now it was out – if she still felt that way after she sobered up, we would have to decide what to do about it.
I held her hand and we both reclined our seats and napped for the rest of the flight.
Upon our arrival we collected our luggage and took a taxi to the hotel and checked in. When we got to our room we unpacked and Marsha made a couple of cups of coffee.
We sat on the couch and Marsha said, "now that we are clear-headed, do you regret anything you said while under the influence?"
"I suppose I would not have said it without the alcohol, but I meant every word of it – did you?"
"Absolutely!" responded Marsha, "We have both crossed yet another line, and we'll need to figure some things out."
"Now that our feelings are clear, we have two weeks to plan our future." I said. We kissed and just quietly held each other for a while.
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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