Together With Tammi Part 19
Together With Tammi Part 19
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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Author’s note:
_An older man finds a gurlfriend to share in his retirement. I hope you enjoy this fantasy.
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I awoke, as always, thankful to be next to Tammi. I drew close to her and put my arm around her, with my hand on a breast. It seemed that breasts are perfectly positioned, so a man knows exactly where to put his hand as he holds his lady. Tammi had been on hormones for months now and her breasts were a good solid B cup — a perfect size and beautifully proportioned. She will probably continue growing until she reaches a C cup — the size of most of the women in her family.
I've always thought breasts were nice, but never obsessed about them. I was an ass-man, and always will be, but I my appreciation of breasts was growing — especially Tammi's. They felt so nice, but best of all, Tammi really enjoyed my feeling her. Some women will begrudgingly LET a man feel them, but Tammi loves it. In fact, I can arouse her just by feeling her breasts, which of course makes me love them (and her) all the more. I still like Tammi's ass the best, but her breasts are a close second!
Tammi was awake, pretending to be asleep, but her moaning gave her away. She rolled over on her back and we kissed. I switched to feeling the other breast and couldn't help but see that her clitty was fully erect. It's no wonder I'm warming up to her breasts when they can produce so much arousal.
I was aroused as well, but mainly interested in Tammi. "Well mister," she said, "It's time to give you exactly what you deserve!" With that she sat up and moved down the bed, taking me into her mouth. The only thing better than her going down on me was the fact that she WANTED to — I never will ask her to but will always appreciate it when she does.
She sucked me for less than a minute before she climbed on top of me bringing her lovely clitty to my mouth, which I welcomed eagerly. There was simply nothing to compare to 69ing with Tammi. With her on top I got such a beautiful view of her buns. I rested my hands on them as we mutually sucked. I spread her cheeks with my fingers, revealing her delicate pussy. I put the tip of a finger on her pussy and gently pressed and wiggled it. That put her over the edge, and she climaxed, giving me her gurl juice. That was enough to trigger me, and I climaxed in Tammi's loving mouth. Neither of us swallowed, but just lay there, catching our breath. Then Tammi turned around and lay next to me. We kissed, mixing the nectar of our orgasms. That was a kinky, but wonderful tradition we continued right from the start.
What I liked best about this special sharing was that Tammi told me that no man ever let her kiss him after he came in her mouth. I enjoyed continuously proving to Tammi that I was different from any other guy, though she never had reason to doubt.
"You have to shave and shower so you can get to work," she said, "I'll make breakfast while you get ready." I never knew what to expect when Tammi cooked, and I loved it that way! Some people have the same breakfast every day. Tammi delighted in surprising me.
I got ready and dressed, then went to the kitchen to discover Tammi was making ham steaks and waffles. I would say it was my favorite, but every meal she's made has been my favorite!
How can they all be my favorite? Easy enough — Tammi is my favorite. I know a lot of other gurls, but never flirt with them. Tammi knows I am completely loyal to her. Occasionally one of my friends will flirt with me, and I thank them, telling them I appreciate it, but stress that I’m unconditionally devoted to Tammi, who I will soon be marrying.
They are nice enough about it and promise to come to the wedding if invited (of course they will be), but then say it's too bad I don't have a brother.
Work went well, and I called home at lunch time, as was my custom. I still recall how wonderful it was when I first heard Tammi's voice — so wonderfully femme — and never tire of hearing her again and again! She told me that she was planning to make sort of a "Mexican lasagna" for dinner, and asked if I knew a good Mexican wine. I did not, but said I could pick up margarita mix that we could have with the tequila already on hand. I told her I'd try to leave work early so I could help her.
"I've decided that when you do that," she said, "I'll be sure you'll get a nice appetizer."
"All your appetizers are great!" I agreed. We talked a bit more and I went back to work, having a short lunch so I could leave early. Throughout the rest of the workday I daydreamed about the appetizer I had in store tonight.
I picked up a bottle of margarita mix on the way home and wondered if she would be dressed in only an apron again — I could always hope!
Tammi met me at the door wearing a short apron and topless. I pulled her close to me, kissing her passionately as I fondled her buns. I thought she might be completely nude under the apron but was wearing thong panties — the closest thing to nothing at all.
As much as I've grown to love the feel of her breasts, her buns were even better, but I did my best to give plenty of attention to both.
"We better get going on dinner," she said, "Why don't you start by mixing us some drinks?"
I did so, and handed a glass to Tammi. I diced up an onion and chopped an adobo pepper, mixing both into the meat that was sizzling on the stove. We took a jar of marinara sauce and spiced it with cumin, paprika and chili powder to make it Mexican. Spreading some sauce on the bottom of the baking dish, we layered flour tortillas, meat mixture, sauce and sharp cheddar cheese. We repeated until all the ingredients were used up, then popped it in the oven for fifteen minutes.
Tammi turned to me and offered her nipples to me, saying, "I really like my breasts and like the way you like them."
I massaged both her breasts with my hands, and then brought my mouth to the left nipple, sucking lovingly. Tammi held my head in her hands, pressing me to her. "Equal time," she reminded me, and I switched to the other nipple. As I sucked, she untied her apron and let it drop to the floor, revealing her thong panties. She looked incredibly hot, with a very pretty panty bulge. I dropped to my knees and kissed her panty bulge. I continued to kiss her bulge, and then tried to free her clitty.
"That's enough for now," she said, as the kitchen timer sounded.
I got up, picking up the apron and handing it to Tammi. I removed dinner from the oven and I refreshed our drinks as Tammi dished up dinner. We sat down and began to eat. In a few minutes Tammi said, "My passport came in the mail today."
"That's great!" I replied, "We already have the name change done, so now we can get your other documents changed. We had a list made, waiting for this very day. I was thrilled that soon we would be able to get a marriage license showing Tammi's name as a woman. I knew it made Tammi feel more complete, but she's always been a woman to me.
We finished dinner and I asked, "What's for dessert?"
"I want you to make love to me while I'm on my back," she said.
"I thought you liked the chair position the best," I replied.
"I do, but I variety is nice," she responded, "And you climax in that position."
"I stood, and helped Tammi to her feet, then led her to the bedroom. Tammi got into position and I stood next to the bed, putting her legs against my chest and over my shoulders. After lubing myself I gently pressed into her, as always delighting in her joyful smile. As I stroked in and out, I felt her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples. Her clitty was fully aroused and bouncing wildly. After a while she said, "I'm ready if you are."
I lubed my hand and massaged her clitty until she climaxed, tightening around me, triggering my orgasm. I held her legs tight as we caught our breath. I pulled out and went to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth to clean up Tammi.
Tammi rolled over in the bed and I lay next to her, in our usual spooning position. I put my arm around her, resting my hand on her breast. With Tammi's breasts to guide me, I knew exactly where to put my hand, even in the dark — it was like we fit together like puzzle pieces. Thus joined, we slipped off to sleep.
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)