I’d wanted to do this for so long, to take a chance and find my true self. I booked this vacation to spend some time in comfort and as the truest version of myself, but I never counted on the man next door.
This vacation was meant to be about me. It was meant to be my first time actually going out in the world as the feminine version of myself. Not hiding in my apartment and trying on dresses alone, but actually wearing one out in public.
I’d planned for small steps, picking a tiny town on the water and renting a cottage out in the woods alone. I’d planned to take it slow, not knowing that he would be right next door.
He built this house himself, laying it down with his own strong hands. He is the owner of this vacation home and when he looks at me my belly does flips and when he looks at me he wants me and I know it.
Now I’ve got three weeks here and he wants to get to know me better. Inviting me over for dinner and trying to flirt with me. He thinks that he’s falling for the girl next door but he doesn’t know my secret. He doesn’t know the truth about me and I’m terrified of what he’ll do when he finds out.
But this body wants him and needs him. It craves the touch of his firm hands and the press of his weight on me. It wants to give in to him, to let him take me and treat me like the woman I want to be.
I know it can’t happen, but I want it all the same. I want him and he wants me, but I have to keep my secret.
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“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he said.
“Guy like you?” I asked, “Bet you have every single woman who rents one of your houses on her knees in moments.”
Chris shook his head and spoke sincerely and I believed him, “Never. Never once. Breaking one of my rules by doing this but I just can’t help myself, Molly. Something about you just drives me crazy.”
I shuddered at the thought of that. All my life I’ve wanted to be a woman but I never realized how much I would really enjoy it. How much having a man want me like this would make me feel so… wanted.
Then he was unleashed and bobbing in front of me, every last glorious inch of himself, and all of my other thoughts melted away.
Chris was gorgeous in every single way. Thick and long with heavy hanging balls. He was achingly hard and throbbing for me, the head of his cock pulsing in the open air as I bent forward and gave him a kiss on the tip of it.
I’d obviously never given a blowjob before, at least not to a real cock. I’d practiced this and other things on my dildos at home but I’d never been here and present with something like this. I’d anticipated this moment for a long time, and it did not disappoint.
The feeling of him living beneath my fingers and lips. The beating of his pulse throbbing through his shaft. The quiver of him as I opened my lips and lashed my tongue back and forth over the head of him and the look in his eyes as I gazed at him and took him lovingly inside of me.
I worshipped him. There on my knees with the wood pressing into them I gave my everything to him. My hands working on his shaft to spread the slickness of my saliva and knead it into his skin. The feel of him alive beneath me, pulsing and wanting me with every moment that I spent in connection to him.
Focusing the attention of my lips on his head I let my fingers take care of the rest of him. He was so thick that they wouldn’t meet around his shaft and I stroked him while I suckled on the end of him. My tongue would come out to play against the bottom of his head, to run up and down the sides and bottom of him as I moaned and squeezed my thighs together.
There was a hardness in my panties as well but my tiny little cock was dwarfed by his. I could feel it aching for more and for release. For me to slip one of my hands beneath the hem of my dress and stroke and squeeze it. I wanted to oh so badly, but I knew that it would have to wait until I was all alone and that I had to focus myself on him for now if I wanted to keep my secret.
Bending low over him I stroked him with steady strokes as my tongue played against his balls. His hand came out to touch my head, feeling the movements of me as he moaned and threw his head back like a roaring animal. I returned to the head of him, focusing on bobbing on him and taking as much of his massive member as I possibly could with each stroke of my mouth on his shaft.
He was enormous, so big that he filled me and pressed oppressively at the back of my throat. I relaxed to let him in, feeling him throbbing deep inside of me and feeling him pulsing with a need that only I could sate.
And when I backed off he looked down at me and me up at him. I felt him above me, pounding with intention as his hands found my head and held me still as he began to thrust into me with force.
“I’m so fucking close Molly,” he moaned, “Can I cum in your mouth? I need to cum can I cum?”