It caught me by surprise, but once it had its hooks in me it held on and wouldn’t let go. A fixation. A fascination. A need to explore my feminine side.
Since that day in college I first discovered my new craving I’ve explored this side of myself in secret. I let myself change bit by bit, shifting my body to be softer and slimmer, picking out clothing and accessories that I knew would work for me.
But until these last few weeks I never went all the way.
I find myself going out every Saturday night. I find myself entertaining the attentions of gruff and handsome men and find myself drawn to it, even if I don’t know how far I can go.
But he has had his eye on me. He has seen me and wanted me. He has an opportunity now, and he wants to seize it and drain every drop of pleasure from our encounter.
But he cannot know about the secret between my legs.
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I smiled, blushing and stepping out and past him. I took a few steps towards the exit and then stopped.
“You’re leaving?” he asked.
I shook my head by means of response, taking a deep breath before reaching around behind me and grasping at the zipper on my dress. I drew it down, just enough that it could expose a shock of my bare back to him. I tugged on the fabric, sliding it over my hips and letting it slip down to pool around my feet.
I knew what I looked like from behind. With the curve of my back and the curve of my ass. The thrust of my hips and my smoothly shaved and tapered legs. My long hair caressing my shoulders and sweeping over me.
From behind I looked like a woman, like the woman I was presenting as tonight. From behind I was confident
But when I turned to him he could see my chest that looked like it had tiny breasts, if any at all. The lace bra that I was sure still looked absolutely ridiculous on me. And in the front of my panties he could see how the lace did absolutely nothing to disguise or hide the bulge that was contained within them.
To see him look at me though, it was like none of that was true. To see him look at me it was like he was staring into the sun. Like he was admiring beauty in it’s purest form.
There was love in his eyes, dare I say it. Not real love, not full love, but love of the sort that a new couple gets. That sort of initial lustful excitement. That overwhelming joy and nervous energy that comes from knowing that you’re drawing closer to sexual fullness with a new partner.
Nick reached down and tugged his shirt up. He drew it up and over his head, tossing it to one side. I took in the sight of him, his torso wide and bulging with muscle. Tattoos on his shoulder curving around over his ribs. He looked hard and he looked large. He looked damn near dangerous as his hands found his belt and unbuckled it, unzipping and tugging his pants down so that we were both on equal ground here.
Both of us wearing only our underwear, and in that state we came together.
As we did he wrapped me up in his arms, lifting me bodily off the ground and spinning me around. He kissed me in the air and I felt safe, I felt secure in the arms of this big and strong man.
“God you’re sexy,” he told me, setting me down on a stool, and proceeding to kiss down my neck and over the top of my chest again.
I moaned and found my fingers in his hair once more, pulling him into me as passion and pleasure fought for dominance in my body. My whole being was thrumming with the heat of the moment, a throbbing deep in my belly that resounded and reverberated through me, building with each aching throb.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I told him as his fingers deftly unclipped my bra, “You’re my first but I don’t want to stop. Fuck I want to feel all of this. I want to feel all of you.”
His lips found my nipples and took them in, sucking and licking and biting on them as well. I felt shocks run through me, like an electrical current running between his mouth on my chest and his hands on my ass.
“Fuck don’t stop,” I told him, “Oh god Nick don’t fucking stop.”