XXXIV
That shriek. A discrete cry of joy. I was all pleasure, all horniness. One more, another, longer this time, slightly louder. Then some panting from afar. They were both enjoying it, careless to how exposed they were, naked, erect, aroused, outdoors, to be easily spotted by a neighbor. To be felt deeply from under, like me listening to every breath, watching every move, feeling every push. They were truly enjoying it as the face of my upstairs girl clearly showed with the glistening sweat giving her an aura of ecstasy. I continued with my own wet ministrations, one hand on my breast and fingers pinching its nipple, and the other gripping with urgency my very hard dick. I could hear but could not see what was going on. I was imagining it and I would bet it all, my hot body, that her friend was taking her fully, deeply from behind, helped by her hands grabbing her waist and not losing any momentum to slide in deep into her. It sure was a fast penetration, they were prepared; it was a fast fucking, she was very wet. I imagined the foreplay in her room where her ass would have been thoroughly licked and carefully penetrated by the tip of her friend's tongue. I imagined it, I sensed it, and it got me more aroused. That is how I like it myself, and now I longed for someone to do it for me. I wanted to loudly whisper to her "I want you inside me. Come down to me. Come down with me". I had to control myself not to come on my flower. Even Though the two lovers seemed to be enjoying their love making and seemed to languish in the pleasure wanting it to continue I could not take it anymore. My girl upstairs was slowly oozing cum resisting well to exploding to the work of her hand stroking her cock and to her lover's hand helping her as he pushed well inside her. Both hands sliding back and forth on the engorged cock was enough for me; the drop that kicked my cock into spasms, sending amazingly thick jets of my sperm all over me. Not one landed on the flower. Heck, I could hardly concentrate. I did not reach for the rose on time. Damn.
It was a warm evening when I was telling this tale of my first experiences as a trans woman. Laura and Cindy were enraptured by the outdoor antics of my upstairs friend. It was the first time for Laura, and certainly the first for Cindy, to hear this particular story of a young Claire as she made her way into the adult world. My love for my naked Yoga sessions was not a new thing; not even the erotic pleasure that it sprang in me each time I had my routine. They were aware of that. Laura had enjoyed the burst of my erotic pleasure with myself as many sex sessions would follow our Yoga: her own pleasure would be attracted to mine, we would join into one big erotic women-jam. While Cindy had sensed those high levels of body arousal in me as she observed me closely, my body, my face and, yes, those hard nipples and sometimes bulging crotch, in class and after; surely, I sensed very much the same vibes in them (Yoga has that effect of most practitioners -many just do not recognize them) and I did not hesitate to engage to let it all out with Laura; with Cindy I kept it under control, until Laura decided unilaterally to let it all flow, starting from her end of erotic feelings for Cindy, and created this vortex of our three streams of erotic arousal blending and mixing in a whirpool of carnal sensations that had kept us very alive the last three weeks. Tonight, naked on the sofas, drinking our second bottle of wine, our legs intertwined, our breasts spread in contact with backs and arms, became storytelling night. Cindy had just asked who had been my first girl. I started then telling the story of my first girl, my upstairs neighbor of whom I did not know much for the first three weeks: I was aware and very attracted to her but knew not her name, nor physical shape; I could not recognize her in the hallway until that early morning in which her face grimacing in the pleasure she was sensing from the cock she was taking from behind protruded from her deck beamed to me in all her radiance.
Then Cindy, already a little tipsy, begged: "Please girls, play the scene for me!". Oh girl!