Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2011 19:25:24 -0400 (EDT)
From: Fiersign144@aol.com
Subject: My dream came true..........

	I guess like most guys I am attracted to boobs, maybe attracted is
the wrong word, I would say obsessed with boobs, tits, bosoms, melons,
88's, fun bags any euphemism you can come up with. Not to sound crass,
because I worship them, I am just so overly attracted to them it is like an
obsession. I can't take my eyes off a nice rack. In fact I have lost many a
business deal by getting caught admiring a woman's finer parts. That term,
Hey my eyes are up here! Definitely applies to me but I would rather suffer
the humiliation than to miss a nice set of breasts in a tight sweater. That
is not the only part of the female body I worship. I think protruding hip
bones and a flat stomach leading to a nice view of her face from down below
is one of the sexiest things on earth. In fact I have found myself jealous
of lesbians, because they not only get to sample the wares as myself but
they get to feel the same in return. Have you never felt like maybe deep
inside you were a lesbian in a former life and then sent back to earth to
live as a man? Ok, maybe not but I feel that way from time to time,
especially when I see a fine tuned female body, in it's prime. Let's just
say I think a perfect female body, is the nicest thing we have to look at
and if lucky enough, to touch and enjoy.

Many times I have fantasized about having boobs and a vagina and wondered
how it must feel to have an orgasm. Sure I know what the male orgasm feels
like and I applaud it but when I see a woman go into that deep trance and
lose reality for several minutes, I am very envious and curious as to what
is going on in their body. Don't get me wrong, I am all man, but I am
curious and would pay a small fortune to reverse rolls for a night and see
for myself what it feels like to be a satisfied woman.

Last week I was visiting an old friend in Chicago, we had spent many years
as close friends earlier in life and stayed in touch. As we were both aging
somewhat I decided to take a vacation and renew the friendship. He was now
married and had three kids; so on the weekend we decided to go to the fair
that was set up on Navy Pier. We had a blast eating cotton candy and taking
rides, and just having kid fun in general. While they were making a poddie
run, I got bored and approached a fortune teller machine. I slipped a
dollar in the slot and the turbaned guru came to life and asked me to punch
a few buttons with age and sex and so on. It then instructed me to close my
eyes and make a wish and then that wish would be granted. I laughed a
little inside and then decided to make sure I would not be fooled and kid
myself into believing my wish came true. For a full two minutes I stood
there while the guru asked me repeatedly to make a wish and thought about
my deepest desires. Finally it came clear to me, my deepest desire had
always been to be a nicely built woman and have sex with another
woman. That was my wish, very specific, as to have no misunderstanding.

As my friend and family returned, they asked what I was doing and I
jokingly said I was wising for a million dollars. They all laughed but deep
inside my wish had it come true would be worth more that that million to
me. We passed the day in fun and food and at dusk we said goodbye and they
took the kids home, green from overindulgence and tired and worn out. I
went back to my hotel and got a shower.

After a small nap, I decided to get dressed and savor some of the Chicago
nightlife, after all my stay was coming to an end. I was recently single,
so I decided to cruise Broadway on the near north side. I knew there were
many singles bars along the stretch and decided to go bar hoping. The first
bar was loaded with twenty something college type patrons. I had a quick
beer and decided to my luck elsewhere.  It was fairly early by city
standards but the sidewalks were already crowded. I was feeling the buzz
from one drink and getting into the night groove and the party vibe on the
streets. I love Chicago because it has a safe feeling about it. I never
think about getting mugged or shot like in some other cities. I am sure
there is a dark underbelly but I have managed to stay away from it and
maintain a glorious view of the city with the broad shoulders.

The next place I popped into was quiet and friendly, with very elegant
appointments, I ordered a Manhattan and looked around noticing it was
mostly men, in fact all men and after a few moments I saw some male on male
touching and flirting and realized I was in a gay bar. I made nice with the
bartender and finished my drink before shoving off. Two down and many to go
I thought to myself, I know this stretch of Broadway is teaming with night
spots, so I figured I would find the right one eventually, besides I was
drinking my way along, what could be more pleasant on a beautiful summers
night? I nearly stepped into the next place, when I heard a cheering
section yelling chug, chug No need to relive those days I thought and
pushed on. Across the street I noticed several very lovely women entering a
quiet club and decided to. go up to the stop light and cross the street. I
knew at the very least the scenery would be nice in this one. As I
approached, I saw two more quite attractive women enter the bar. I casually
strode up to the door and a Buxom redhead smiled at me and asked if she
could help me?

I fumbled for words for a second, distracted by her breast and low cut
top. "Oh, is there a cover?"

She gave me an icy smile and seemed to act offended, this is a woman's
club, I don't think you will be happy here, and there are a lot of mixed
clubs in the next block north.  It hit me then, this was a lesbian club, I
turned red with embarrassment. "Oh, Oh I am so sorry; I noticed some lovely
ladies come in and thought it might be a cozy place for a quiet drink. I am
from out of town, I do apologize.

Her original warm smile returned and her face told me she had misjudged
me. Look if you understand that we are not looking for men and can behave
yourself, come on in, were are not men haters like some of the dyke clubs,
we just try and head off problems before they arise. I'm Susan and she
offered me her hand.

Well I was committed now; I had to go in, knowing I would be looking at
unachievable merchandise. I pushed through the swinging door and found a
dimly lit classic bar stretching the length of the building and a couple
dozen tables scattered around the place. There was a small dance floor
toward the rear and a classic jukebox playing slow pop music. My eyes took
several seconds to adjust and I found an empty seat at the bar.

A very short haired woman came over and asked for my drink order, she
introduced herself as Marissa. I told her I was Steve and would like a
Manhattan, sweet, extra cherry juice and vermouth.  As she mixed my
cocktail, I tried to casually glance around and found an exceptional room
full of stunning ladies. Just my luck they were all gay.

Here you go Steve, want to run a tab? I looked her in the eyes and thought
it over for a second and said yes, that would be nice. She turned and went
to the cash register and I noticed for the first time her flat stomach and
hip bones protruding above her jeans. "Stop it I thought to myself, this is
a nice place to hang and have a couple, don't blow it."

Marissa was busy but not so much so that we could not chat between orders.
She asked me where I was from, what brought me to town, bar chit chat, you
know.

"So was that sweet enough for you?" she asked pointing at my drink.
"Perfect " I relied and ordered another.

"Marissa, may I have another Manhattan please?" the voice came from my
blind side, as I was cocked at a slight angle, so I could admire the
scenery. I half turned to find a breathtakingly beautiful brunette standing
next to me And as we made eye contact she gave me a sweet smile, which I of
course returned..

"Marissa makes a mean Manhattan I said as my arrived and she turned to make
the next one.

"That's kind of a girly drink for such a manly guy." Her eyes gave away her
humor and she smiled slightly at the corners of her lips. I rolled with it
and laughed, "Manly yes but I like it too" giving her my best Irish accent
and doing my Irish spring impression.

This brought her lips to a full smile, and she nearly laughed out loud.
Marissa set her drink down and went back to ring it up. "So stranger, I
haven't seen you in here before., I am Linda."

"Steve" I said extending my hand. "I am a former Chicagoan, or is that
Chicagoite?"

There are no former Chicagoans, once you live here, you always come back."

Well I am just visiting and headed back to Denver on Monday."

We are glad you came in, the place can always use a dose of humor, we all
get pretty stale just hanging with each other.

"Have a seat I offered and she slid up on the barstool next to me.

We chatted for an hour and talked about some authors we both liked, about
the way the neighborhoods had changed, about the Cubs of course and about
our romantic issues. Me single and her as well. Mine was an untimely death
and hers, a bitch who cheats would sum it up.

The Manhattans were taking their toll and I found myself wanting to forget
the etiquette, so I thanked her for a lovely time and decided to skedaddle
before I began making advances and while I was still sober enough to
perhaps meet someone elsewhere that might take the edge off my pent up
desires.

Linda gave me a hug and sincerely wished me well, then said out of the
blue, we have a buffet and happy hour here on Sundays if you can make it,
your welcome, I will introduce you to some friends, we make it a weekly
deal."

I politely smiled and agreed to try and make it. Inside I was thinking, why
does she have to be gay, this is the nicest woman I have met in
years. Either way I made up my mind to skip the Sunday get-together because
it would be too hard to maintain decorum if I should have a couple to many.



The night progressed and I tried two more bars before I found a nice dance
club with a mixed crowd around my age. I settled in and asked the bartender
to switch me to ginger ale in a tumbler, that way it looked like I was
still drinking but I could maintain my wits. This is an old travelers
trick, too many nights of parties and fun and you are old before your time,
this way you can maintain the illusion of being the life of the party and
still wake up halfway refreshed. I asked a cute redhead to dance and she
accepted, so we moved to some no name disco tune and then a second one. Now
a slow tune came on and I pulled her close, her scent was nice and I found
myself in an aroused state, the hour with Linda earlier had my nerve ending
on their toes. We slow danced and I decided to give her a kiss. Things
progressed and she suggested we go to her place for a quiet drink , so I
paid the tab and we walked out in the warm late night air.

Her place was walking distance so we strolled and chatted and would stop
and kiss for a few moments and then move on. All in all a pleasant
beginning. Back in her apartment, we wasted no time getting familiar with
each other, cloths were scattered from the door to the bed. We made love
twice and passed out in each others arms.

I had restless dreams, my body was weird, my mind worse and finally a
couple hours after I fell asleep, I awoke in a cold sweat. My whole being
felt weird, I was not myself and had no idea what was amiss. Trying not to
wake my bunky, I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom to gather my
self. I was no doubt dreaming, and upset from the dreams, however I still
felt like I was in another world from my own.  Frequently at night when I
get up to pee I will sit down, because sometimes it takes a few minutes to
get going, so I can sit and wait it out. That is what I did this time, but
when the pee came, it felt weird, like I was dribbling on myself. I decided
to not worry about it and to clean up with some tp. When I folded the tp
and reached in my crotch, I was stunned, I could not find my penis. I found
my fingers going straight against my groin. "Ok" I thought to myself, I am
dreaming still, I will wake up anytime and all will be fine. I think I
drifted off to sleep again for a short time. This time when I awoke, I was
still on the pot but more awake than before. I got up and for some reason
decided to turn on the bathroom light before heading back to my girl.

	"What the?" was my reaction, I looked in the mirror and a lovely
blonde woman looked back at me. I did the I love Lucy thing and tried to
trick the mirror with movements and as God is my witness I was a woman. Now
I was truly confused, I had to be dreaming, how could this be?  I admired
the body in the mirror, how could I not, being a red blooded male, but
something did not compute. Nice breast, medium length blonde hair, nice
nipples I must say and a nice figure, with a small patch of light blonde
pubic hair. I sat back down on commode to ponder this and suddenly
remembered the fortune teller machine at the pier. "Could it be possible? I
did try and make it impossible for the machine to cheat, come on still how
can this be?"

I got up again and looked in the mirror and decided to check out my body,
even if iot were a dream, I could feel myself up and get some sensation of
what a woman felt like from the other side.  My hands went immediately to
my breast, they were now no longer tits or fun bags but my breast and a
much more serious thing. "My god they are magnificent, I thought. Then my
hands drifted lower and touched my vagina, I must say it was much different
than I had imagined. Wow could this be happening I asked myself?

Then panic set in, I was at a woman's apartment that had just slept with me
I was a woman now, not a man, she will freak out when she wakes up. The
police will be involved; I will go to jail with no ID or identity. "Crap" I
said out loud. I was in a mental meltdown, the only good news was she was
drunk when we went to sleep and with a little luck I could slip out without
disturbing her. Crap, I thought, I can't traipse around town as a woman in
my male cloths. I need to think of something. Chicago is a big city but a
nice looking woman in ill fitting male cloths will draw a lot of
attention. Also I have a problem back at my hotel, how will I get out of my
room as a woman dressed as a man?

How could this be happening to me? I am fucked.

Meanwhile my male side was curious about my new body and all the new toys I
had to play with. I desperately wanted to explore my new plot. I forced my
mind back to business. I snuck out of the bathroom in the dark and headed
to the kitchen. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the moonlight through the
windows. Viola, there was a washer dryer stck in the corner, I quietly
opened the dryer and found a load of laundry there. By the light of the
dryer I could make ut the contents and found a load of undergarments. I
took out a pair of panties and a half slip and put them on. The wonderful
sensation was not lost on me, more postponed until I was out of danger. I
was toying with having to sneak in her closet to chance finding a dress or
anything to sneak away in, when I looked up and saw a pile of folded
laundry on top of the dryer. With fingers crossed, I brought the stack down
to the light of the dryer and found a leotard, the kind you work out As
quietly as possible I let myself out and down on the street walked two
blocks to a main drag and hailed a cab. in and a stretch skirt. I worked my
breast into the leotard and pulled up the skirt. This would pass I
thought. Shoes" Too bad I will have to make it without. I snuck into her
room and retrieved my cloths and went back to the kitchen and neatly rolled
them into a bundle, removing the money and room key from my wallet and
placing it in the cleavage of my breast. As quietly as possible I let
myself out and down on the street walked two blocks to a main drag and
hailed a cab.

	I made it safely past the night clerk and up to my room. I was a
mess, I did not have a clue what to do or where to go, I stripped and
pulled the sheets back and climbed in bed. I fell asleep almost at once,
the stress and long night had all been too much. In the morning I awoke
semi rested, but disturbed from my crazy dreams the night before. I was
lying in bed and went to scratch myself and found a moist slit instead of
my penis and balls. I sat straight up and the affairs of the night before
rushed back to me. I looked and say the leotard and skirt draped over a
chair and moaned to myself. Oh my God what am I going to do? How did this
happen? Who am I? Am I cracking up? All my reactions were fear at first,
then I began to deal with the situation logically, I need to find cloths
and get back to the swami and wish this away. I can't go through life as a
woman.!

Then it hit me, this was indeed my wish, my million dollar wish. I was now
a woman, not even a woman, a beautiful thirty something woman with quite a
build. I would be foolish to not take advantage of this moment before
finding the swami and getting my life back.

I went to the bathroom and had my mornig pee and when I stood up, I saw
myself in the mirror. If I were in possession of a penis, it would be at
attebntion. I was very pretty, my breasts were incredible and I had a waist
and hip bones and a flat belly like I find so attractive. Wow I was a
knockout! It was in that moment that a plan came together. I would go
shopping and spend all day if not longer as a woman and find out all I
could about what it is like. I redressed in my cloths from last night and
dug through my suitcase for an old pair of sneakers, that might pass for
workout gear. Avoiding eye contact in the lobby I headed straight for the
taxi stand out front and hoped in the first cab in line. Marshall Fields
down town please, I was startled by my voice, totally feminine

I was on an adventure now, excited yet fearful of someone finding me
out. As we traveled through the busy streets I began to relax as I saw the
cabbie sneaking glances at me in the mirror. I could tell he was guilty
each time I caught him, so I figured he was sneaking a peek at me and in a
sexual way. I felt good, that ius when I first felt my nipples harden
slightly. Odd feeling.

We arrived downtown, and I liberated the fare from my breast and tipped the
driver. I had added my credit card to the luggage in my cleavage and now
decided the sky was the limit in the store. I went in and looked at the
directory and headed straight to the women's section. Getting off the
escalator I decided to be bold and find a clerk to outfit me from head toe

An older woman asked if I needed help and I called her close and said in a
low tone. I have just been released from prison, I got a full pardon but I
have been out of circulation so long, I need all the help I can get to to
catch up on the current styles. She was very helpful but overly curious
about my crime story, so I had to improvise as we went along.

She started me in dresses and then pants and tops and then lingerie,
guessing my size and helping me exchange sizes until we were on target for
my body. I would come in and out of the dressing room and look in the full
length mirror and each time find myself amazed at how nice I looked and how
appealing I was. When we finished and I had an armload of packages, she
said sweetie, you need to get a new scent, you smell like hotel soap,
giving me a knowing smile but just slightly disapproving. On the first
floor is cosmetics and perfumes. I slipped her a twenty and she kissed me
on the cheek and hugged me goodbye, saying, I am glad they let you out
finally, welcome home!

I took the elevator down and on the way I thought about the small fortune I
had just spent. Six sets of bras and panties, two garter belts, six pair of
hose and four dresses, three pants and seven tops. Belts, and other
accessories. I was out of control but I was in a zone, I had to look
beautiful for however long my dream lasted. The silk scarves felt so nice
against my skin, I had to have several

Downstairs I was faced with as whole new dilemma. Makeup. I had no idea
what was involved and how much of anything I needed. I found the Chanelle
counter and the clerk offered to make me up and show me their wares and how
to use them, so what could I say? She spent 45 minutes working on my eyes
and skin and brows and well any product she had, and I bought them all
while prying tips out of her along the way. She would bring a mirror in
front of me from time to time and it just made my stomach queasy, because
each time I looked sexier and sexier and wanted to have me as a man. I
finally finished and left with over four hundred dollars in cosmetics and
remembered the clerk upstairs saying I needed a new scent. Now I had to go
from counter to counter listning to their philosophy on how each body
reacts to their scent and blah blah blah, I finally found one that did not
turn my stomach and seemed to linger at a distance and bought a bottle/.

I left the store wearing a new dress, cotton sundress to be precise and new
sandals and carrying more bags than my arms could hold. I was taking a cab
back to the hotel when we passed a hair salon that was open and I asked the
cabbie to stop. I paid him well and asked him to deliver this all to
Steve's room at my hotel and thanked him with a juicy tip

I had my hair washed and cut and styled and took another cab to the
hotel. Now the looks I was getting were definitely ones of attraction. I
was on the elevator headed to my room when it hit me. It is Sunday and
Linda had invited me back to the gay bar. The day had flown by and it was
evening and I could not think of one good reason not to return to such a
lovely bar and this time fit in completely..

I changed into mint green panties and bra, a dark tight skirt with a garter
and stockings, a red top that was low cut and looked in the mirror. OK I
may be overdressed but Dad always said you can be underdressed but never
overdressed, so I admired myself, screwed up my courage and headed out. It
was weird carrying a purse but I had thrown a lot of things in it, most
important, lipstick .  I was a doll, I just hopped Linda liked my type. I
had the cab drop me on the corner and walked the block back to the bar,
trying to get used to the heals I had on. I figured it would not do to step
in and fall down, so I had a short course in walking on my toes basically/

The same gargoyle was at the gate and we chit chatted briefly and she
actually flirted with me for a second before waving me in. I found the dim
light hard to adjust to again and stood for a second blinded. When my eyes
adjusted, the bar was overflowing with pretty women as well as some plain
Janes. Several were dancing together in the corner and there was a portion
of the bar covered with food trays and several women filling tiny plates.
I must say I was in heaven; this was the dream I had since I was a young
sprout. A room full of all women and me the only male here Well that was
not completely true, because I felt more like a woman than a man/ I saw an
empty stool at the bar and headed for it.. The bartender turned and smiled
widely giving me the once over quickly before saying I am Marissa, what can
I get you?  I was just getting ready to order when a soft firm voice said
she'll have a Manhattan. I turned to see Linda there next to me and almost
fainted. She was more lovely than I remembered her. "Is that alright she
smiled and asked"

I hesitated and got my wits quickly, "is that a sweet drink" Because I like
my drinks sweet! " She smiled again and said; Marissa make her Manhattan
sweet, lots of cherry juice and vermouth.. Linda then stuck out her hasnd
and said " I;m Linda"

I smiled and grabbed her hand softly and said, holy crap I don't have a
name" Well I didn't say it but I thought it. My mind went into high gear, I
liked many female names but the first one to strike a chord was
Michelle. The Rbber Soul album from the Beatles always made me feel sexy,
and Michelle seemed so mysterious. "Michelle I said"

"Put this one on my tab Marissa." She stood rather close to me since all
the stools were taken. I said "Thank you, your too kind and smiled back at
her, the whole time trying desperately to maintain my composure and not
just jump her.

"Did you see the buffet; we do it here every Sunday night? It suddenly hit
me that Linda was the owner and she was just doing her hostess with the
mostess routine. My heart sunk in my chest.

I tried in vain to not look disappointed but Linda caught me.

"What's the matter Michelle, did I say something wrong?"

Again thinking fast I said, "No, not at all, it's just that you remind me
of the woman I just am trying to get over and the way you spoke to me made
me a bit sad"

"Aw I am sorry she said and placed her arm on my shoulder and gave me a
mock hug.

"No really it is long over but sometimes I have ghost, you know?

: So your single now""

"I tried a giggle and it worked out well, "Oh my yes, quite single!"

"Then you will like our club, we screen the customers well, so there are no
troublemakers or fools here if we can help it. Please make yourself at home
and tell me if I can be of any assistance/

Suddenly I wanted to be Steve again, I think I was treated better as
Steve.."

Linda went her own way, to work the crowd I suppose, leaving me crestfallen
and alone with fifty or so gorgeous women. Determined to try out my
womanhood tonight, I decided to have another drink and relax and try to
forget about Linda

After a few minutes, the brunette next to me introduced herself as Gabby, I
gave her my name and we found it hard to get a conversation
going. Eventually we turned away and ignored each other.

Then one of the dancers asked if I would like to join them on the dance
floor, she had a mousy dirty blonde looking this way and seemed like the
brunette had been coaxed into inviting me.  I was a little skeptical of the
layout and. The last thing I needed was a cat fight or some dome femme
thing. So I politely declined.

After ordering my third drink, Marissa spent a little time flirting with me
between work and each time she turned away I had to admire her ass. Still,
I wasn't sure she wasn't working the tips.

The bar had emptied out slightly and Linda came back and plunked down next
to me on the now vacant stool. I felt a stirring in my groin and an odd
moisture in my panties. Wow I realized, she really gets me hot.

I decided to take a chance and turned to her, "So you decided you couldn't
live without me?"

For the first time tonight, Linda looked me over, I guess before I was a
wallet but now she seemed to evaluate me as a woman.  "I have never seen
you in here before., Have I"?

"No, I just moved to town and am looking for a place to feel comfortable."

"I assume you know this is a lesbian bar?"

I hope so, or else all these ladies are just making me restless for no
reason...I laughed softly

When did you come out, she asked me out of the blue?

Recently I replied, just long enough to get hurt and recover.

In some ways I felt like she was giving me the third degree but I let her
continue.

Do you want to talk about it, or am I intruding? I just noticed that you
were still alone after an hour in here and wondewre3d if you would like an
introduction or two?

"Honestly, I first laid eyes on you and found the rest to be scenery. I
hate to be so forward but you are a knockout."

I think she actually blushed for a second.

I am flattered but seriously we have some fantastic ladies here and I would
like to make you feel at home by getting to know some. So many have the
same story as you, a tramp in their lives.

"Can I be direct Linda? " She gave me her full attention. "I am new at this
but one thing I learned so far in life is to reach for the highest fruit if
that makes you happy. The worst that will happen is you fall off the
ladder. Anyway at this point I am reaching for the top of the tree, maybe
up into the stars beyond but either way I have to tell you that I will not
be happy with anyone but you." She looked into my eyes as if searching for
something. I felt awkward waiting for a response, so I blurted out," I am
so sorry I was out of line, I just made a pact with myself to be bluntly
honest from here on out and, well there you go you know my true feelings."

Still engaged with my eyes, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Her
eyes on me the whole time, she did it with intent and passion and full
awareness of what she was I nearly passed out; I was so shocked and caught
off guard. "Let's go into the office so I can tidy up a couple things and
we can go somewhere more quiet and intimate to talk." She took my hand for
a second and gave it a gentle tug, as if to show me the direction and then
dropped it and led the way.

When we reached the office, she showed me in and closed the door behind
us. Turning around, she came at me like a warrior, kissing me and moving me
against the wall. Her hands exploring all over seemingly at once. Her
kisses were deep and passionate her fondling tender and wonderful. I was
trying hard to keep up, she was in control and I was in a state of passion,
like I had never felt as a man. The other.

Her mouth moved to my ear and I felt her warm breath as she said" Michelle
that is the single sexiest speech I ever heard. You .made me swoon in front
of the customers, my God I kissed you in the bar, my reputation is shot."
Before I could respond. She kissed me again and took my arms and held them
above my head. Her other hand exploring my breast, first one then the
other. I have to say I was now beginning to feel like men got cheated in
life, my skin, my senses, everything was alive, I was breathing heavenly
and my panties were definitely damp, a new and not unpleasant feeling.

Will you let me take you home? I have to have you now, tonight, please, say
yes?"

My lips started to smile and she knew my answer before I could say it, she
pushed her body to mine and her mound was tight against mine and we kissed
for a few more minutes.

Suddenly she took my hand an led me to a chair, picked up the phone and
dialed two numbers, Rissa, I am taking off early, leaving by the back door,
can you cove r for me? Thanks sweetie, see you tomorrow. She listened for
second, giggled slightly and hung up. A peck on the lips and she grabbed my
hand and led me to the rear exit. We held hands for most the ride home. Her
apartment was very nice, rich looking, she had a small bar in the living
area and after kicking off her shoes, she went behind it and made us two
highballs. When she approached me, I was so hot I thought I would melt, she
kept eye contact all across the room as she handed me my drink, then
intertwined our arms to toast to us.

Our lips were together again, her perfume was so nice and her skin so soft,
I was trying to savor each moment. I felt her hands on my breast again and
my nipples responded as they should. She moaned in approval. My hands too
began to explore and I found she had a very firm body, tight bottom, nice
breast , medium but firm and still in very fine form. I suddenly felt the
pressure come off my breast as she had undone my bra and her hand slid
under my blouse to touch them. Now it was my turn to say ummmn. Then she
surprised me by bringing her hand up my thigh under my skirt and touching
my moist spot. This almost put me over the edge, all I can compare it to is
as a guy I would have shot a load right then and there.

I decided I had to get close to her skin, she had me in a heated rage, so I
began unfastening anything I could get my hands on as we kissed and danced
in our off balance way as each tried to undress the other. Her skin was
like white cream, her breast were pale and tipped with red engorged
nipples, her mound was shaved and her eyes like a tigers. We embraced, our
naked bodies pulled together like one, I was wild with passion and she must
have been too. Somehow we made the bedroom and I could not wait to taste
her down below, I could already smell her sweet juices flowing and she beat
me to the punch, before I could grab her hips, she pushed me on my back and
nearly dove between my legs. I found myself opening my legs wider and wider
as I moaned in pleasure. She kissed and nibbled at my vagina, then took her
fingers and spread me open, it was then she brought her mouth to my clit.
Oh my God it was like electric charges going off behind my eyes. I was out
of my mind. I tried as a reflex to grab her hips and spin her around but
she would have non of it. She licked and nibbled and teased and kissed
until I just lost my mind for sometime. I was only aware of moaning loudly
and feeling so wonderful I don't even .hardly have a memory of the actual
Cuming I was in her arms cuddling before I could think straight again, I
went on some kind of vacation in my mind, because there was this pleasant
lapse until I felt her gently pecking at my lips and softly caressing my
nipples and purring like a cat. I was now ready to explore her but she kept
doding over me and I was so enthralled with my new body and it's effects, I
just know we hugged and kissed and sweet talked until I finally passed
out. I was in her arms and felt safe and definitely satisfied.