"Summer Night Seduction" Chapter 4 by jacobe442011@gmail.com (honest feedback welcome - what you like, what you don't, what turns you on, whatever) Dedication - For Johnny (if you only knew)
I looked down at my watch. It was time. With a last gulp of wine, I pulled the bathrobe over my bra and panties, warm butterflies fluttering in my belly.
Scared and excited, I walked barefoot down the hall, wood floor cool and legs slightly wobbling.
Room 302.
I gulped, and I licked my lips, reaching under the robe to feel my smooth, hairless skin, my breasts gripped ever so slightly and scratchily by the black lace panties pressing my balls and cock.
My hand turned the knob, and I walked into a room dark except for a screen displaying a gorgeous redhead's face buried in her beautiful friend's pussy, lapping, sucking, friend moaning.
I stood tall and slowly shut the door behind me, robe falling to the floor.
Yes, I heard Clint's deep voice, throaty.
He smiled at me from his bed, silhouetted in the dim light, sitting up. I was the show now. While those ladies were hot, they were somewhere else, and I was right here.
I cupped my lace bra breasts. I liked that I had tits. The bra felt foreign, yet I also delighted in how it made me feel sexy. One hand grazed across my bare belly, while I licked a finger on the other, then blew a kiss.
Oh yeah, Clint said, admiring me. I put one foot on the side of the bed, running my finger down a silky shaved leg, realizing he was a naked, bronzed god.
Hey Baby, I said in my best sexy-woman voice, and blew him another kiss, staring into his eyes, sultry, giving my finger a suck before turning and giving ass a shake. You like, Baby? I asked, placing my hands behind my head and showing him my shaved arm pits.
Oh yeah, Clint replied.
I swished my ass, walking over to the bottle of wine on the table, pouring a glass and drinking, then feeling up my belly and breasts before tugging my panties to flash Clint my shaved balls and smooth pubic mound.
He licked his lips, eyes jabbing daggers of lust into my skin, hand slowly stroking up his cock.
Clint wanted me; I knew it. He was mine.
Now, how could I take even more control?
I bent over and swished my buttocks, batting my eyes at him before taking another swallow of wine.
This was going to be easy. He was bewitched, conquered by my beauty. I ran my tongue along the top of the glass and caressed my naked belly.
Dance, he told me gruffly, one hand gripping his cock while his other placed a bottle of beer to his lips for a good drink.
Sure honey, I said, and he took another swig of beer while I slowly cha-cha'd to and fro, then slid my hands into my bra, squeezing my tits, fingering my nipples.
Clint shifted on the bed, drinking more beer and stroking himself.
Come Here Honey, his deep voice instructed.
Not just yet, Sugar, I told him mischievously, swatting my ass cheek, and swishing around as though I had not understood what he asked. Inside, I felt nervous, even with the security of the alcohol and the protection of my bra and panties. He was like a powerful, short-haired, older Thor - dangerous, beckoning, commanding. I was his muse, his sensual delight, using my feminine wiles to trap and control him.
Tammy, Clint told me earnestly, leaning forward, I want you to (and here he spoke slowly and with emphasis) come ... Here!
Tammy? I thought; who's Tammy?
Tamm-eee, Clint said a bit crossly, as if he were talking to me.
Puzzled, I took a sip of wine, holding the glass with three fingers and a thumb, sticking out my pinky like I'd seen women do.
Oh shit.
I'm Tammy.
I swallowed, then after a moment, I said, hang on Babe.
I'm going to give you a show, I thought, drive you crazy, Clint, so you can't hardly stand it.
Slowly licking up my pinky finger, I stared lustily at Clint, trying my best to drive him crazy like women had done to me. I licked up and down my finger, then I slowly began to lick the fingertip, to lick it, imagining it was a penis, gently suckling it, sliding it into my mouth.
Yaay Tammy, Clint cheered me in a musky voice, suck it baby.
I'd never sucked a cock, but licking and sliding my finger in, and out, in, and out, got me to thinking about actually licking and sucking a real penis. I took another drink.
Good, red Cab, I said with an approving nod toward Clint, puffing out my chest, showing off my bra and tits.
Somehow, I'd missed it. Whether it was the fog of the wine or the intoxication of being a man dressed in women's bra and panties or for some other reason, I did not see Clint move.
One moment, I was teasing him and controlling him with my feminine charms, making him want me.
The next moment, muscular arms held me and pulled me to bed.
Oooh baby, what? I wondered, world spinning, calloused hands sliding under my black lace bra, cupping my breasts.
No baby, I tried to say, but fingers pinched, then twisted my nipples.
Ouch, hey, goddamn! I stammered, sounding like an angry man instead of sensual woman. I tried to plant my hands on the bed in order to stabilize, to keep from falling over.
Oh baby, Clint purred, oh Tammy.
His fingers kept working, squeezing and cupping my tits.
Ouch, fuck! I couldn't help exclaiming (though more like a woman this time) as the fingers pinched, then twisted again.
I tried to wrestle free, but it was like wrestling tree trunks.
Now baby, Clint said, his hand cupping my breast and sliding the bra up to make way for his lips and tongue.
Oh, God, I said, and moaned, throwing my head back and staring at nothing as Clint licked and sucked and squeezed.
Tammy, you got sweeeeet titties girl, Clint told me, his other hand pushing my bra up off my other breast, cupping me and flicking my nipple with his finger while he suckled my other breast.
Damn baby, ooh you stud, I told him in my best girly voice as his lips moved to my other tit, sucking and tonguing while he squeezed it.
Shit, I thought, I have to get to the gym and do some bench press; I've got man boobs. Then, I smiled to myself in the midst of my moans. I've got boobs! Like woman!
I looked over at the screen and saw two women 69ing. Both knew their craft, each driving the other crazy.
Meanwhile, my body was not my own. Clint was conquering me, owning me.
Slow dowwwnnnn, Hun, I said in my best sexy waitress voice, as Clint's hands slid down my shaved legs, caressing.
Ooooh, I couldn't help but squirming at his touch, cooing with my best girly sounds at how strange and sensual my shaved legs felt to his roving hands, thighs down to my calves.
I turned and tried to get away, but the hands were in my panties, encircling my smooth, hairless balls, teasing my cock.
God, I mumbled, then did my best femmy "Oh baby," in part trying to seduce him with my woman voice, in part because he was driving me wild with lust. I was the woman to his strong man, a man older yet stronger than I. It was blowing my mind.
Once I could kind of think straight for a second, I tried to forget Clint's palms and fingers skimming across my bare belly, teasing my penis, cupping and fingering my balls. It was too much; he was everywhere.
With a flick of his wrist, Clint gave my bra a fling, then flicked my panties away.
I was no longer shielded by my sexy-lady clothes.His muscles were tone and powerful against my soft, shaven, feminine and less in-shape body.
When Clint paused to take a drink of beer, I seized my opportunity, lunging to make my escape.
I might as well have tried to knock down a wall or lift a car over my head.
Naked on all fours and clutching the bed and sheets, Clint's powerful hands and arms stopped me cold.
Oooh, I couldn't help moan-saying as I was pulled back onto Clint, his hands squeezing and caressing me mercilessly - neck, shaved balls, cock, belly, shaved legs, buttocks, inner thighs. A thick index finger slid into my mouth, and I groan-sucked and licked it.
That's it Tammy Baby, that's a good girl, Clint told me, and I squirmed.
Images flickered in my mind, me forcing my hand into a woman's bra and fondling her sweet, full titties, me swinging another woman on top of me and guiding my penis inside her. I was the strong, ex-military man in charge of those women, in those situations.
Only, here it occurred to me, as if far away on a distant island, as I arched my back into tight chest muscles and swished my naked bottom against rock hard abs and legs, as I licked and sucked a man finger while his hands squeezed and massaged my tits and nipples, I realized - he's the me, and I'm the her.
Oooh, I squirm-moaned and reached my arms behind me to hold and stroke Clint's head, his fingers lightly tickle-caressing my shaved armpits in response.
Oooh, baby, ohhh, stud, I heard myself moaning and saying.
Yeah, Tammy, Oh Yeah, he replied.
I was in wine-lust-caress heaven, and Clint was all around me.
Almost painfully, the hands stopped, departing.
Tammy, Tammy, Tammy, I heard Clint say with just a hint of condescension, annoyance. You need to learn to obey.
What baby? I asked, turning to face him, pouting, sensing his disapproval.
Yes Tammy, he said with an irritated sigh, you must do what you're told.
I wanted to please him, and I wanted him to delight in me. My cock and balls ached, my head was swirling with wine and lust, as if I was the star of an erotic dream. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew I wanted Clint to know that I wanted to please my man, wanted his approval, his caresses. I wanted him to keep driving me crazy, to delight him while he consumed me with his touch, knowing he was delighting in me.
Oh baby, I said, let me make you feel better honey. My hands moved to each of his thick, stone-like pecs, rubbing his chest, caressing his nipples. I couldn't help but notice how firm his chest was. I'd lifted some weights in my day, and I was still somewhat strong, though I had boobs now. Even reaching out toward Clint, my breasts squeezed together and out, not unlike a woman's. My tits, I thought, or as Clint would say, my titties.
Clint looked at me with a blank expression, slightly disapproving and giving a brief shake of his head.
Ooh, Baby I wined and puckered my lips with just a little indignation, rubbing his rock hard pecs and stroking his nipples with even more enthusiam.
Baby, I said, pleadingly, batting my eye lashes at him.
Without warning, Clint grabbed me and flipped me up and over. My belly, cock, balls, and hips splayed across Clint's lap, my naked buttocks facing up, my silky legs smooth against his hairy, muscular thighs, his cock pushing against me.
I gasped, shocked, doing my best indignant woman impression.
Well, I never. . . I stammered.
End Chapter 4 "Summer Night Seduction"
by jacobe442011@gmail.com
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Postscript:
Johnny, if you ever read this . . . oh . . . what will I do?
Maybe I can put on in my black bra and panties, you can be Clint, and . . . well . . .
Oh Johnny!