I saw her picture, tartan mini-skirt barely covering her basic decency. Her legs were quite thin but looked very smooth, enticing. Oh how I wanted to run my hands over them, from the knees upwards so that I could discover what secrets were hidden between them.
Guess I began day dreaming, in fact the more I looked at the picture the more I wondered... Her face was obscured, brown hair barely reaching her shoulders. She looked quite small in size and I wondered if she would measure up to me – I doubted if she would even reach up to my shoulder.
Trouble is, being a six-footer sometimes has its drawbacks as it often means that the women I meet are quite a bit shorter than me – it leads to many weird looks being cast my way. Maybe they think I’m a baby snatcher, or a paedophile or something nasty like that. That’s something I definitely am not!
Her picture, well it sort of turned me on a bit, well to be quite truthful more than just a bit. There wasn’t much I could do to make her real so it just meant that I had to make do and satisfy myself.
I slid my right hand down the front of my jeans and felt my growing mound. What could a man do? I lay back and closed my eyes. It was easy imagining her face, painting in her green eyes, slim little nose and kissable pouting lips adorned with a cherry red lipstick.
In my minds eye I could feel my fingers tracing her face, the soft lines of her cheeks, and drew them round those wanton lips. That’s the moment my dream began to become reality.
She was there next to me, her sweet perfume wafting towards my nostrils. Her lips parted and drew in my fingers, sucking them seductively. She rolled towards me, pushing my fingers away with her soft tongue. Her lips met mine, her tongue invaded my own mouth and touched mine sending tingling sensations down my back as the sexual mixture of our salivas caused a rush of blood to my head.
Her black erotic choker, edged with red stitching and a single ruby coloured stone set in it. Her white silk blouse unbuttoned easily, allowing me to slide my hand under the material onto her warm softness of her body. She wriggled free of the blouse leaving a sexy and skimpy black bra, laced with red, adorning her enticingly small breasts.
Perhaps they were a personal disappointment to her, but to me they looked and felt both sexy and ideal to play with. Except this was not playing; this was for real. I needed no help unclipping her bra, watching it fall away to reveal the pearly whiteness of those small bulbous breasts. Her tiny nipples surrounded by their dark areolas stood out against her milky white skin.
Kneading them, her nipples hardened between my fingers. My lips slipped from hers, my tongue tracing a damp line downwards to them. She groaned a little as my teeth caught one of her protruding nipples accidentally but she did not protest.
My hands wandered down to the waist band of her little tartan skirt and, with help, it was pushed down her legs and then kicked to the floor beside my bed.
Never once did she reach for my jeans, she was just happy to have her arms round my body, hands caressing my neck, my back, my arms.
My hand slipped down over her soft stomach and my fingers tucked inside her black panties that matched her brassiere with their red lace edging. Suddenly her hand came down and stopped mine from moving any further. I was a bit puzzled but being someone who respects other people, gave way from my exploration of this mystical body and knew if I bided my time then the magic would soon follow.
It was magic too, for her lithe fingers found their way to unbuckle my belt, unhook my jeans and unzip my fly with delicate and swift expertise. Soon I was naked; my cock standing rigid like a pillar of stone except it had much more sensitivity as her nimble fingers stroked it, from the base of its stem to its tip. Not holding it, not gripping it but just teasing her way along its rigidity.
I moved my hand to hers, and gently closed my fingers over hers that, in turn, closed on my stem. Ow...wow...she had a wonderful manipulative grip on me but, though her fingers traced all the way up my shaft, all the way down, round and round then under to my taught sac of balls, she still had this hold over me. Much as I wanted to, there was no way I could actually get into her knickers – yet – I kept telling myself.
Then those succulent lips homed down on me, her tongue tracing damp little lines along my cock until I felt I could stand it no longer. She made me wait, her finger nails now drawing circles round my glans, the most erotic and sensitive part of my whole being. Her touch was electric, the shock shuddering up and down my shaft and then I was in her mouth. Slowly, deeply until my knob seemed to sink down the back of her throat.
In essence I would have expected her to choke, to be unable to breathe, but here was a little lady with so much experience that I felt quite amateurish at this. Normally I felt I had attained many a sexual conquest but this time it was I who was being conquered.
She whispered a single word to me... anal. That’s not what I wanted, I wanted to feel her, between her legs, feel and taste her wonderful juicy entrance that awaited me.
Keeping my head nuzzled against her shoulder, she pushed my hand downwards, over her stomach again, then helped me push her panties down until they fell round her ankles. They dropped onto the growing pile of clothing by the bed.
My hand moved downwards, slowly. My breathing heavy and panting, yet her body seemed to be the one with tenseness, one that signalled she was not certain of my reaction. Mystified? Perhaps I was. But my fingers slipped to the base of her stomach, to the smoothness of her body which had been eradicated of pubic hairs.
Then I felt it, it pounced up on me, released from its trap between her legs.
My god! She had a cock, one the equal of mine. My hand jerked away but she guided it back to her own being, helped my hand accept her cock into it. Then she slowly guided me up and down her own stem. I felt, first, shocked, secondly a little disgusted, but now excited to be with a she-male.
I had never had gay sex at all, remember in school days how one or two of us boys had experimented with our bodies in the shower room, but that was it, nothing more than that.
My hand began to move independently of her, rubbing her cock up and down, slowly, then more urgently as I felt her body beginning to tense then it quivered violently as she climaxed, her cum juice spraying upwards then falling again, much of it running down my hand and onto my wrist.
She kissed my moistened fingers then licked them as I went down on her, her own cock now less hard but still semi-erect. As it slipped into my mouth so I sucked it drawing it again to a hardened tension. As I did this so I felt her mouth clamping over my own cock once again, this time her head working it quite quickly until I could hold back no longer and shot every shuddering drop into her mouth. She must have swallowed most of it but then, our heads came up and we twisted until we were in each other’s arms, kissing, sharing and exchanging the remaining potions of our sexual encounter.
Then, just as I thought it was over, she began working me until I was hard again, knelt on the bed, raising her tight looking bum towards me, parting her cheeks and inviting me into her.
I had never been up anyone’s backside before but this was so erotic and exciting that I could not refuse. Gently I pushed my knob against her anus, offering its head, pushing it firmly but gently into her small channel.
Once the head was in, her tightness was electrifyingly stimulating and gripping... gradually I pushed, rested, then pushed again. I went in deeper and deeper with each stroke until I felt it was like normal sex. My hands grasped her hips, then, as I went really deep inside I gripped those wonderful little tits stopping them swinging backwards and forwards, little as they were, and slapping against her own body.
As I thrust into her so she pushed her cheeks back at me and our bodies worked rhythmically with each other, the slurp of me cock inside her and the slap of body against body. Then I wanted to cum...it was rising to a crescendo and I screeched out as my seeds were deposited inside her.
I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, accepted her satisfied embrace, her hand on my spent cock, mine on hers, then...
As sudden as she appeared with me she had gone, and in my hand, just the self same picture of this beautiful young woman in the tartan mini-skirt.