I
On Monday, I phoned Expectations. After the usual courtesies, I got straight to the point.
"Rebecca, what can you tell me about Tom? After my unveiling, he asked me to dinner."
"Really? That's wonderful, Melissa."
"You didn't put him up to this?"
"No, Melissa, our Buy Two Fantasies Get the Third One Free promotion was last month."
"Very funny."
"What's bothering you, Melissa?"
"Well, Rebecca, this will be my first real date with a man. When I went through my reassignment, I only picked up men to drain their cocks. You know, they were bar pick-ups and blowjobs in sedans. So I'm a bit nervous about it, and I'd like to know more about Tom. What can you tell me?"
"Well, I know he's a got a big cock and knows how to use it."
"Tell me something I don't know, Rebecca! C'mon, what's the 411?"
"All right, Melissa. You're a very lucky woman. Tom likes them tall, its probably part of why he asked you out. He's charming and funny and thoughtful, a gentleman at all times. But more than that, Tom is the perfect man. He's very well off - a star in the boardroom and a stud in the bedroom. You're in for a real treat."
"And how do you know all that?"
"Tom and I dated for a time. But he decided that he preferred genetic women, or at least women who had taken the final step, as I never did. I'm sure that's why he asked you out."
My curiosity sated, I looked forward to our date with mounting anticipation.
II
Saturday night finally arrived, and I took a long time getting myself ready: a long bubble bath, followed by hours getting my nails, hair and makeup just right. Tom made reservations at a lovely romantic restaurant, and I decided to dress conservatively, in a black skirt, a couple of inches below the knee and pretty white blouse.
Finally, there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to find Tom looking great. He wore an open collar pink shirt, blue blazer and khaki pants. He was quite the preppy, and I thought he looked fabulous.
After the opening pleasantries, Tom said we had better get going if we were going to make our reservation. He offered his arm, and I took it as he walked me to his car, a late model Mercedes S Class. He gently held my hand as I got in, and closed the door as I slipped my legs inside.
At the restaurant, Tom came around and opened the car door for me, and took my hand as I stepped out. I slipped my arm into his as we walked toward the restaurant. There were quite a few people clustered outside and in the entryway, and Tom slipped his arm outside of mine and deftly placed his hands on my shoulders, encompassing me as we sidestepped through the crowd to reach the hostess. He made me feel wonderful, and I know I saw jealous glances from several women.
When we were seated, Tom proved himself a gifted and witty conversationalist, as we quickly moved through our life stories. Before our main course arrived, the band started a slow, romantic tune and Tom asked me to dance. I never danced as a man and I certainly was not planning to start dancing as a woman, but I couldn't resist. He took my hand and led me gently to the dance floor, and our bodies pressed together as we swayed, my head against his chest, his hands against the small of my back. It felt divine, and at that moment I wanted him, badly.
Throughout our meal we were more intimate, as we leaned forward and entwined our fingers together, whispering and laughing. Finally, I leaned in and asked him to take me home.
We reached my door, and as I turned to close it, he pulled me towards him and our lips entwined. We kissed for a long time before I finally pulled away and asked him to fix us a drink while I, as they say, "slip into something a little more comfortable."
I left Tom in the living room and got myself ready. I had put a bank of scented candles on both nightstands and I lit them, before I took off my clothes and slipped into a lace teddy. I checked my makeup, and then I turned out the lights and lay down on the bed.
"Tom, would you come in here, please?"
Tom appeared in the doorway. I was stretched out on the bed, my form illuminated by the flickering glow of the several dozen candles. His jacket was already off, and I watched as he stripped out of his clothes.
Finally, his warm body was next to mine, and our lips came together. His kisses were soft and gentle, and our hands entwined as my fingers explored his strong hands. We stayed that way for a long time, softly kissing, until his hand moved toward my left knee, deftly tracing the length of my thigh with his fingertip, around my hip until he slipped his hand under my teddy and massaged my ass. As he did, my hand slipped out of his and reached for his cock, which was already hard and pointed at me. My left hand moved toward his shoulder and went down his heavily muscled arm, and then back up his chest, until I reached his neck and pulled his mouth in, and his tongue finally snaked out and encircled my own.
Our kissing intensified, and my left hand began to explore his hardness, reaching under his sac to massage his balls, then stroking the length as my right index finger made slow circles on his cock head.
His hands began to explore my inner thigh. Finally, he pulled at my teddy and I stood up so that he could lift it over my head.
His hand moved into the small of my back, pulling me closer and pressing my breasts against his chest. His hand moved up and cupped my breast, tracing its perimeter, lifting it and caressing it. Then his finger deftly moved toward the nipple, gently touching it, tracing the edge and bringing it immediately to attention at his expert hands. I could take no more and I squirmed my breast toward his mouth, which he gently kissed and licked, still keeping my nipples hard but not giving them the attention they craved. Then his tongue slipped out and touched the tip, then encircled the nipple and began to suck on my breast. He alternated full-on sucking and vibrating his tongue against the nipple, and I was in heaven.
Finally he moved back toward my mouth and our tongues entwined feverishly, his right hand moving inside my thighs and massaging my pussy. This continued, until he suddenly straightened up and quickly mounted me, my legs spreading apart, his hardness grinding against the edge of my slit.
Tom was above me and I felt wonderful, safe, warm, protected, and desired. Our tongues came together again, until he moved toward my neck, nibbling and sucking this new erogenous zone. Then he moved down again, bringing my breasts together and sucking and licking each one. Finally, he moved down once more, until his face was between my legs.
He took his time, kissing and licking my bush, my inner thigh and just outside my lips. I was moaning and shifting, trying to move my slit toward his mouth, until finally his tongue touched my honey pot. I was delirious now, grounding myself along his face, and when he began to vibrate his tongue against my clit, my orgasm was long and loud and earth shattering. My body went into spasms and I felt like gelatin, trembling and gasping.
As I slowly came down, he shifted onto his back alongside me. I gradually regained my focus and I turned toward him, smiles on our faces. I straightened up and kneeled by his side. He reached up and cupped my breast, but I gently took his wrist away and told him it was my turn. His hands went behind his head as he shifted and stretched out, and I paused to survey his body. I finally had a man in my bed to make love to, and I felt like a child visiting an amusement park for the first time.
I leaned down to kiss him, and he met me halfway. As our tongues danced together, I leaned forward, forcing him back down. My breasts brushed his chest, and my hands started exploring his body. First I reached for his right nipple, tracing my finger across it before tweaking it. I knew men's nipples are not as sensitive as women's and so I tweaked it roughly, and a low moan escaped his throat.
My right hand moved down his torso, caressing his strong thighs and tracing lazy arcs near his crotch, coming close but never touching his cock, which was straining toward the ceiling. My mouth moved toward his left nipple, licking and sucking and nibbling it as my left hand moved toward his right nipple, pinching and tugging at it. His moans told me that he was a man who liked having his nipples played with, just as I had once been.
Finally, I started moving down, further and further, kissing and licking as I came closer and closer to his wondrous cock. I had been waiting so long, my mouth was full of saliva, and I drooled along its length, getting it nice and wet, and I started to stroke it, brushing the head on each upstroke. Then I maneuvered my breasts above his towering shaft, and slid my tits along side it, brushing the head with my nipples and exciting him even more.
Now I moved the shaft toward his stomach, lifting his huge balls upward to my hungry mouth and tongue. I traced each testicle's outline with my tongue, getting the sac wet, and then I tried my best to devour his balls. They were too big, however, and I could only get about half of each one inside my mouth. Still, his moans and his movements told me he was thoroughly enjoying it.
I held his throbbing cock at the base, steadying it, paused for just a moment, and then slipped it into my mouth, moving my hand away so that he could only feel the friction and pressure from my lips and tongue. My right hand moved back to his left nipple as I alternated between long and slow strokes and short and hard ones. No matter what I did, he bucked and thrust against my mouth, fucking my mouth as I fucked him with my lips. Finally I let him out with a loud wet pop, and I moved my pussy above him.
I slowly shifted until it found my opening, and we groaned simultaneously. I straightened up, and he reached for my hand, helping me balance as I ground my crotch into his. Then I leaned forward, my breasts on his chest and our lips came together as he began to thrust up into me.
When my knees got tired, I slipped off of him, and he quickly moved behind me. When his forceful thrusts had his balls rhythmically slapping my clit, I started cumming, moaning and groaning and pushing back toward his cock.
Finally, he mounted me in the missionary position. It was a position I usually found somewhat boring as a man, but now I loved it. His body above mine, pressing down, our groins connected, I felt warmer and safer and more loved than I'd ever felt before. For the first time, I was making love, and it was then I knew that Tom possessed me now and forever, and I didn't know how I'd lived before. Our bodies moved in conjunction, as I rose to meet his thrusts, his beatific smile telling me everything I needed to know.
Finally, Tom stiffened and his eyes closed as his cock throbbed and jerked and splashed his juices inside me. When his orgasm subsided, I groaned as he slipped out and collapsed next to me. I shifted onto my side and entwined my leg over his, and I lay my head against his chest. In the candlelight, I could see a light sheen of sweat across his chest and stomach. His hand fell on my hip as I watched his cock slowly soften and turn on its side. I reached down and gently cupped his balls, and as his cock stirred, a tear rolled down my cheek and fell on his chest.
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