Okay - Just touch my breasts... go ahead... I dare you....
T H E
by Tawni Bonds
©2002, All rights reserved
~ FIVE ~
The Meeting
The doors opened and he found himself in the lobby of the hotel. People were at the desk. Others were just coming into the lobby from the night. They all stared at him. Or them. What a sight they must make.
The reality of where he was and how he was dressed came crashing in on him. What the hell was he doing!? He could feel every eye in the lobby on him as he crossed it. Or was it her? Them together? Walking with each others arm around their waists. A transvestite and a sex goddess. What a sight they must make.
He took another quick glance around the room. Yes they were all stopped in their tracks. Some Encino housewife was pestering her husband to close his mouth and stop drooling. He was trying to shrink into nothingness. To disappear from the face of the earth. His embarrassment rose quickly to his face and even through the make-up he turned red.
She steered him into the bar and to a table by the window. As they sat down, she leaned close and whispered, "You are very beautiful. They are staring because we are quite a pair. Two incredibly sexy woman. Either of us could stop traffic alone. But together...Well, we are quite a stunning sight. Just watch what happens next."
And exactly on cue the waitress came over to them and put two white wines down before them. "Compliments of the big spenders at the bar," she said, indicating with her head. He looked and his gaze was met by two young guys smiling and staring at them.
She turned his head back to the table with her hand gently.
"I am Alexandra. My friends call me Alex."
"Pleased to meet you," he said quietly afraid his voice would give him away. He stared around the room. Yes everyone was looking at them. As his gaze would meet theirs they would glance away, or worse, raise their glass and give a smile.
"And you are?"
What do I call myself, he thought. He had never named this incarnation of himself. "Heather." Heather? Why not. Yes. "Heather"
He leaned back and crossed his legs. She leaned closer and under the cover of the table, lightly stroked his knee sending waves of electric chills all over him and ending in his sex.
Alex raised her glass, "To women." She sipped it and he sipped his. He felt the warmth of the liquid travel down. He relaxed a bit and took another sip. Before he knew it his glass was empty and he was feeling a bit more 'normal'.
Alex said in a low sultry voice, "You are a stunning girl, my Heather."
He replied, "You are the stunning one, Alex. I wish I was you."
"Why?" she asked. But before he could answer, the waitress was hovering over him again and putting two more glasses of wine on the table. "With the compliments of two other guys at the bar," she said.
Alex and Heather looked and two good looking guys at the bar raised their glasses in a toast to them, smiling.
"And so it goes," Alex said.
Heather didn't have time to think about it. It was all happening just too fast. Too rich. Too much like a fantasy.
The guys came over to the table and asked if they could sit. "What do you think, Heather?" she asked.
"Um. Sure I suppose," Heather replied, not sure how to get out of this. It was now getting scary again. Could they tell? Could anybody tell?
"I'm Mark and this is Dan," the dark haired one said.
Alex replied, "This is Heather and I'm Alex."
"You girls are very beautiful" Dan said as he turned to Heather.
"Thanks," said Alex. "Would you excuse us for a moment. Powder our noses you know." She rose and pulled Heather with her. Once in the relative safety of the powder room Alex turned to Heather and said, "Are you interested in these guys?"
"No. Absolutely not," He said. "Listen. I've got to tell you something."
"I know," Alex replied. "I knew from the first kiss. Your pores. Too big. Easy to fix. You do make an absolutely incredible looking sexy woman and the perfect solution for my special addiction. Women. God, I love women."
He was stunned yet again.
"Come on. Let's at least have fun with these guys. You know, tease them with a little smile, a little clevage. Drive 'em crazy and then leave 'em to their own devices."
"I don't know. I've never been out before. How do I act? What do I do? How is my voice?"
She looked at him with hot lust in her eyes. She pulled him to her and hugged him.
"My baby," She cooed. "My sexy little baby. I'll teach you all you ever need to know."
Her embrace was electric. The chills. The waves of sensuous pleasure caressing his body. Clouding his mind. Her smell filled him. He became drunk on her. This woman. This stranger who knew. And it was O.K.
She forced her tongue into his mouth, prying his teeth apart. Taking him. Being the aggressor. A huge jolt of power made him shudder. She felt it and played him like a fine instrument. He surrendered to her. A lick, a nibble, a caress. She ran her hands down his back to his butt. He swooned. She continued. He let his head fall back, his hair dropping even lower to tickle new areas of his bare back. She let one of her hands roam to his erect nipples. Lightly. Back and forth. Feeling it's hardness. And then a pinch. He moaned and felt his body ripple with pure sexual thrills. He was a woman in this moment. He was a woman.
She gathered up his head and brought it close to her neck. "We have two very eager gentlemen at our table. Should we return or go up to the Penthouse?"
He opened his eyes slowly. Pulled back to see her incredible face and said, "I am completely yours. Do with me as you will, my Queen."
She said, "First to lose the guys. Then to the Penthouse." She fixed her make-up and his too, then they went back into the bar to thak the guys, tease with with the promise of a maybe, and then say their apologies.
When Alex began to make their excuses, Danny began to stroke Heather's arm and shoulder with a sad look in his eyes like he'd just missed Christmas. And as they exited the bar Heather could feel every eye in the place on then. On these two stunning women. One of which was him!
Richard was in heaven. He was crossing the lobby and getting into an elevator with the most beautiful woman he had ever dreamt of. And he was dressed as a woman too. Not a clumsy drag queen. Not an embarrassing guy pretending to be woman which everyone but he can see. No. He WAS a woman. A desirable, beautiful, sexy woman! Alex proved it. The guys in the bar proved it. Everyone in this lobby who was staring proved it.
The elevator ride up to the penthouse was matched only by the rise in his nervous energy. His sexual tension. His complete attraction to this woman. No. His total addiction to this women.
As the elevator doors closed, Alex pinned him against the wall and kissed him again. Again her tongue snaked into his mouth sending shivers of pleasure up and down his spine. She gently but firmly forced her knee between his legs. Her nylon stocking rubbing against his, forcing his legs apart, the slippery sensation electrifying him further still. She lowered her kiss, slowly, until she was licking and teasing his nipple, which she gently exposed with her hand, keeping him pinned in the corner of the elevator.
He was experiencing the most intense feelings of his life. They weren't quite all male. They weren't centered in his cock, but were running rampant all through his body like wild-fire, generally centering on his nipples and pelvic area. Rings of hot and cold. Emanating out, over-lapping. He trembled and was becoming weak in the knees.
"This must be what it feels like," he thought as he continued to fall into this magical oblivion.
She released him to his disappointment. Stood back and smiled a knowing smile. That she had him totally. That she was fulfilling his fantasies. That this gorgeous female creature, with a cock, was completely hers. The power. The thrill. The realization of her own private fantasies.
He remained frozen in his position, arms behind his back, legs apart, eyes closed, leaset he break the spell. She ran her long slender fingers lightly down his arms, from his bare shoulders to his hands. Then, outlining his tiny waist and flaring hips, she brought them down again. Down his shapely thighs, the backs of his knees, his calves and then slowly up the inside of his legs and thighs. Slowly, deliberately pushing his skirt up. Gently, lightly caressing as her fingertips rose closer to his crotch. Wave after wave of sensuous energy mounting until he thought he would scream out. Pressure building.
Her red polished finger nails glancing across his crotch, continuing up over his stomach. Gently circling his breasts through his clothes. Tracing his collar bones, the sides of his neck. Finally, firmly holding his head, eyes still closed, experiencing this ultimate erotic sensation, and culminating with her soft lips caressing his face. Kissing his eyelids, his nose, his lips. Tongue once again forcing his mouth open and snaking in as her hands dropped to tingle his nipples, her stocking sheathed leg sliding up and down the insides of his thighs, pressuring his crotch at the top.
He thought he would die of the pure, powerful, sensuous, erotic, fantasy come true, pleasure. To say he was swooning would be a gross understatement. What he was feeling was just too powerful to describe. To personal to explain. He was totally taken up in his fantasy that this woman somehow seemed to know intimately.
The elevator bell rung and the doors opened. Alex gently guided him to the penthouse. Once inside she turned to him and said, "We have only just begun, My Love."
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