Marsha Under Cover (part 3)
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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The Feds had put Marsha up at the Amway Grand Hotel – an old but prestigious hotel in downtown Grand Rapids. It felt like a dream to walk her to her room, her hand firmly holding my arm.
We entered the room and found it to be a very nice suite. Marsha led me into the bedroom and opened the closet, which was filled with clothes I looked forward to seeing on her.
"I'm afraid there is nothing here in your size," mused Marsha, but I'm going to change into something more comfortable."
As I stood there Marsha selected a pretty lavender nightie. I was speechless as beautiful Marsha began to change. "Were you planning to watch me change?" she asked.
"Sorry," I said, and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I took a seat on the couch with visions of Marsha racing through my head. My mind was fogged with my arousal, while feeling conflicted about my feelings. I wanted her yet she was very taboo to me. I just didn't know what to do.
Marsha emerged from the bedroom looking good enough to eat – what was I thinking?
She sat next to me on the couch and we looked into each other's eyes. I really wanted to kiss her, but I knew it was wrong – but she looked so wonderful!
Hell, I had kissed her before, so what harm would another be? Our lips met and our mouths opened. Soon I found myself lost in passion with Marsha. I reached into her nightie and touched her soft skin as I pulled her closer. My arousal greatly impaired my judgment, but I was in no mood for clear thinking!
My arousal was quite obvious to Marsha and she placed her hand on directly on my cock, squeezing it through my trouser leg. That took things to a whole new level and I gasped with pleasure. Marsha rubbed my cock and then unzipped me. Soon my cock was in her hand and she was stroking me. I felt like I was in some sort of a dream as Marsha bent over and took my cock in her mouth. I was so aroused that soon I came in her mouth.
Without thinking, I blurted out, "Oh my God Marty!"
Marsha stood up and said, "let me give you a tip – when your lady give you a blowjob, the least you can do is get her name right! I do something nice for you and you treat me like some faggot! You should go now and think about it."
"I'm sorry, Marsha," I said, "I didn't mean it that way." Marsha went into the bedroom and closed the door.
I felt kind of foolish sitting there with my limp cock hanging out. But worse than that I felt like I had been really wronged Marsha.
I left and went downstairs to the bar and had a drink. I pondered what had just happened. It was a confused mess to me, and my feelings were in turmoil. It was so difficult to sort out what was real and what was not. I was very ashamed of the way I had treated Marsha and called her.
"Marsha dear, I'm so sorry – I'm so messed up about how I treated you – please, may I come back?"
"Ok," Marsha replied, "come right back."
When Marsha answered the door I entered and immediately took her in my arms. We kissed, and I knew I was feeling desire for her – not arousal, but desire.
"Please forgive me, dear," I pleaded.
"I may have over-reacted," Marsha explained, "but I really felt hurt. I'm not sure I should have even sucked you."
"I'm really glad you did," I replied, "and I'm really glad you did."
"So who was blowing you?" she asked.
"Well, you were, and really well." I said.
"I mean, was it Marsha or Marty?" she asked.
"My mind is kind of scrambled, but it was my lovely Marsha who pleased me so well."
"I never sucked before," Marsha said, "and knew I was taking a big risk in doing so."
I realized that she did indeed take a big risk, and I needed to be much more accepting of her.
"Are you comfortable enough with me to spend the night?" she asked.
"In the same bed?" I inquired.
"Yes, of course," she said, "you are supposed to be my husband."
I felt uneasy about this, but knew I needed to make Marsha feel wanted and cared for.
"I look forward to spending the night with you, dear," I said, secretly terrified about what may be ahead of me.
It was getting late, so Marsha led me to the bedroom. "I don't suppose you brought pajamas?" she asked.
"I don't wear pajamas," I replied, "I normally sleep in my shorts."
"Then get ready for bed," she said.
I took my clothes off and laid them over a chair. Fortunately the hotel provided toothbrushes and toothpaste, so I was able to brush before getting into bed.
In bed we continued to kiss for awhile and then settled into a really nice "spooning" position, with me snuggled up to Marsha's back, feeling her soft buns pressed against me. I reached my hand around Marsha and placed it on her soft skin, under her shear nightie.
Thus entwined, we drifted off to sleep.
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