Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2017 18:03:30 +0000
From: will <giant246@live.com>
Subject: Sar (TG Mmf,bi,tg)

Here is a story in two parts. Each part represents a possibility of what
might have been following a recent encounter at the market. It's about the
checkout person, Sar. Sar's aura struck me like a lightning bolt. Sar
greeted me with a shy smile and an angel voice. The skin of Sar's cheek was
as smooth as a baby's and the hair was cropped short at the nape under a
store cap. The clerk vest was baggy as were the uniform black pants, so
there was no telling more detail about Sar. No matter - I was
entranced. When I left the store, all I could think about was my
return....to see this intriguing creature again.


Part I


    I found excuses to return to the store several times over the next few
weeks. Sometimes Sar was working, sometimes not. After enough times, Sar
recognized me and always had a friendly hello and exchange of small
talk. It really didn't matter in the least but I came to believe Sar might
be a girl, maybe a girl with her gender not clearly defined, given the hair
style and baggy worker clothes, but a captivating girl on some
level. Strangely, it didn't really matter.


    After a few months of regular casual interactions at the store, I had
the totally unexpected surprise one afternoon of seeing Sar in a bookstore
in town. It was pouring rain outside and many of us had dashed into the
store to get out of the rain. I was browsing in the psych section when I
noticed Sar in the next aisle. I was flustered, but determined to take the
opportunity to get to know her a little better. I was pretty sure she
hadn't yet seen me and I moved around into her aisle, Gender Studies.


    She was crouched down low having picked out a book and intently reading
the back cover. She was wearing very tight jeans (framing an enticing
bottom) and a loose white gauze blouse which did nothing to hide her lacy
blue bra underneath. Her hair looked cute in a boyish way now that it was
uncovered and her skin was as translucent as ever. She was wearing more
makeup then she did in the store but not so much that it jumped out, just a
subtle whitening of her facial features and reddening of her lips. Her eyes
were in gentle grayish shadow.



    When I drew near, Sar was still crouching and as I stood over her I
could see deep down the front of her blouse to her breasts resting in the
bra and the nipple of one with a little breathing room from the bra
cup. This gave me an instant and very uncomfortable erection which was now
within a foot of her head. It was not so well concealed in my loose fitting
light and pretty damp trousers. I began to try to discreetly rearrange
myself just as Sar looked up and noticed my presence. I am sure she saw me
adjusting myself but she was cool about it and just stood up with a
slightly wry smile greeted me in a friendly way.


    "Hey, my story friend!" she said, making a funny wrinkle in her brow,
"I've never seen you outside of the store."


    "Likewise, it's great to see you out of uniform! You look great!," I
blurted without thinking and then worrying that I might've embarrassed her
or worse, put her off, with my remark. But she took it in stride, smiling
cheerfully.


    "Well you look pretty good yourself, my friend." I couldn't help
myself, still recovering from that gorgeous hidden peek I'd had, and asked
her to join me for a cup of coffee and a get-to-know-you conversation. She
agreed without hesitation and we wandered over to the cafe section of the
bookstore.


    After an hour of gabbing and two cups of coffee I had to take a serious
leak. Actually I had put it off too long for not wanting to break up the
conversation so I said kind of abruptly,


    "I really need to pee!". She must have been feeling the same tension
because she didn't hesitate to follow me into the hallway leading to the
restrooms. I pushed the door open and saw her following me.



    "Do you mind if I join you?". I was really surprised. I mean our
conversation had been all over the place including some kind of sexy
preferences topics but it had all seemed to be in the spirit of flirting
and opening some windows on ourselves. This seemed a bit beyond that in
spirit. Then again, I wasn't going to say no. As I bolted for the urinals,
I saw her head into a stall. I felt so relieved after going and was
standing around waiting for her when I saw her stall door open a bit and
she beckoned me over. When I got close to the door she grabbed my arm and
pulled me into her stall. She had her jeans pulled down around her ankles
and some white panties pulled up in place as she sat back down on the
toilet seat.


    "I would love to suck your cock." she said looking straight into my
eyes and then down at my crotch. I couldn't believe my fantasy was coming
true. I wasn't going to lose this opportunity. I undid my belt, unbuttoned
my pants and allowed her to lower them. She was greeted by my fully hard 7"
cock directed straight at her mouth. She enveloped me and started a gentle
suck while reaching around and hugging my ass. As she began to get more
animated she alternated between rubbing my cock through her hands and
taking it down deep into her throat. I was so excited there was no way I
could last very long and came hard into her mouth with great gushes of cum
which she hungrily devoured. After slurping up any spilled cum from my cock
and her face, and swallowing it like ice cream, she looked up at me and
said, "God, I fantasized about doing that since the first time you flirted
with me in the store. Thank you, thank you, thank you."


    So here I was, getting thanked by this fantasy girl after she just gave
me the best blow job of my life. I mean, what's a guy to do?


    We heard someone enter the mens room so we stayed quiet in the stall
until they left. I peeked out, saw the coast was clear and signaled Sar to
follow me out. We made an unnoticed re-entry into the bookstore cafe,
returned to our table and started talking about what next. She seemed a
little reticent to make any kind of plan so I left her with the thought
that if either of us think of something fun to do we can mention it next
time we see each other in the store. That was fine with her. We paid up,
walked out of the store and I was about to walk away when she came close to
me, put her hand on my crotch, gave it a squeeze, kissed me with her mouth
open and said,


    "There will be a next time. Bye for now."


    I looked back into her eyes and said,


    "I hope so."


    So the next time came two weeks later. I saw her at the store and she
said she had something she wanted to share with me, at her place, as soon
as I could make it. I said I could come over the next night, Friday night
around seven.


    When I got there she answered the door dressed down in jeans and a
flimsy tee that showed off her beautiful titties and well-defined
nipples. She looked hot. I had going nuts trying to figure out what it was
she had to show me. I was guessing maybe it was a racy video or
something. This was my first time in her condo. It was pretty sparsely
furnished, the way I like things, and surprisingly, she seemed to be a
techie, with all kinds of electronics around which gave a dark cool glow to
the place. She offered me a drink, we sat on the big leather couch, she put
on some techno music, low in the background and came and sat close to me on
the couch. Although we had had our intimate encounter, it had been very
one-sided and I was feeling extremely eager to establish a balance in that
department. She was doing nothing to dissuade me from pressing forward. I
felt pretty relaxed as we slid into an easy conversation about what we had
been up to since our "date" at the bookstore.


    "Don't you think it has been a little strange... the way we have gotten
to know each other?", she said sort of out of the blue. "I mean, there
seems to be a lot of intensity between us, and even a sexual passion, and
yet we don't know a lot about each other. I'm not saying I mind, it just
seems sort of scary strange in a way." I wasn't quite sure how to
respond. It's true I had been sort of obsessed since first seeing her in
the store, and a little surprised how open and free she had been sexually
with me, but I was hoping she wasn't implying that I was creeping her out
in any way.


    "You're right!", I started, "this has not been the usual getting to
know you routine...but I for one have absolutely no regrets and hope we can
continue along this exciting path to see where it takes us, don't
you?". She smiled like she was relieved and reached out to take my hand
which she pulled to her heart and said,


    "That is precisely what I'd hoped you would say! You make me so happy."


    "So, I have to admit, I am dying to know what it is you wanted to show
me tonight."


    "Oh, about that... There is something about me you might be a little
surprised about."


    "What, one thing?...I would guess you have lots of surprises I don't
know about but I am eager to learn about any one or more you might want to
share."


    "Let's go upstairs. Okay?"


    "Sure baby, anything you say. Tonight it's your lead."


    "Go sit on the bed, I'll be right back." She ducked into the bathroom
adjacent to her bedroom. I looked around and tried to learn more about her
by observing her things. Her vanity was a dominant piece in the room. It
was kept neat but very full of all sorts of bottles and jars and makeup
paraphernalia. She had a large chest of drawers and a walk-in closet filled
to the max with clothes and shoes. Otherwise there wasn't a lot of clutter
in the room and the bare wood floors mirrored the spartan look of the first
floor. I had just gotten up to take a closer look at some of the postcards
on her vanity mirror when Sar came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a
light robe and I could see she had only some lacy panties on under it. She
singled me back over to the bed. We sat down. She looked straight into my
eyes and said, "I want you to make love to me." With that, she reached over
to undo my belt and started unbuttoning my jeans, I stood up to help
her...speechless but eager. But then I paused to say,


    "But I thought you were going to show me something." She looked up at
me, reached for my rock hard cock and said,


    "Oh, baby, that's what I am doing."


    I slipped off my shirt and laid down naked on the bed as she sat beside
me.


    "Remember last time we were together how I just took all the initiative
and went down on you immediately, baby?".


    "That is not something I will soon forget Sar.", I assured her.


    "Well this time I would love it if you could reciprocate on me baby." I
was more than willing and more than eager to do exactly what she asked. She
turned away from me and I slipped off her robe. Her skin was white and
clear and baby smooth. I put my arms around her chest and held her luscious
breasts as I pulled her towards me on the bed. I laid her on her back,
lifter her arms above her head and drove my mouth into her inviting
armpits, first one then the other. She seemed to love it almost as much as
I did as I took in her beautiful girly scent. She seemed to be reeling in
pleasure which turned me on even more. I really wanted to return her sexy
ministrations of last time so I moved down to her breasts, sucking in each
nipple with our mutual pleasure, then down her taut tummy. As I reached to
remove her panties, she seemed to pause a little, and then I released
them. Just then I noticed her beautiful hard cock.


    She wouldn't have known that when I first saw her in the store I had
wondered about her gender. In getting to know her she had been so girly
that the original confusion had left my mind. But now this all made sense
to me. What she didn't know was how little it had mattered to me what
gender she was and how sexy her cock was to me. Instead of talking about
it, I simply wanted to show her by a total reciprocation of what she had
done for me. It was my first time ever taking a cock in my mouth but I felt
as natural being with her as I had ever felt in any sexual scene. Knowing
what felt good to me, I just treated her to everything I might like. In so
doing I felt a new passion, the feeling of a hard cock going in and out of
my mouth, at once rock hard and creamy soft. Without words I let her know
that we were good, better than ever, and what she had to show me was my
delight.


END of PART I



PART II



    I found excuses to return to the store several times over the next few
weeks. Sometimes Sar was working, sometimes not. After enough times, Sar
recognized me and always had a friendly hello and exchange of small
talk. It really didn't matter in the least but I came to believe Sar might
be a boy, maybe a boy with a gender not clearly defined, given his girly
skin and baggy worker clothes, but a captivating boy on some
level. Strangely, it didn't really matter.


    After a few months of regular casual interactions at the store, I had
the totally unexpected surprise one afternoon of seeing Sar in a bookstore
in town. It was pouring rain outside and many of us had dashed into the
store to get out of the rain. I was browsing in the psych section when I
noticed Sar in the next aisle. I was flustered, but determined to take the
opportunity to get to know him a little better. I was pretty sure he hadn't
yet seen me and I moved around into his aisle, Gender Studies.


    He was crouched down low having picked out a book and was reading the
back cover. He was wearing tight jeans (framing a sexy butt) and a tight
fitting body shirt which seemed to bulge in a way that showed his breasts
were small but developed. His hair looked cute in a boyish way now that it
was uncovered and his skin was as translucent as ever. There seemed to be a
subtle whitening of his facial features and reddening of his lips. His eyes
were in a gentle grayish shadow.


    This boy was not an everyday boy. For me, this attraction was a
revelation. No boy had ever had this effect on me before. I was both
stunned and determined to see it play out further. He seemed to be neither
playing up being a boy or a girl, as if he were purposefully being
ambiguous, as if he were quietly demanding to be accepted as he was
presenting himself. Although I had taken him to be a boy, I could easily be
wrong.


    I saw him look up at me, maybe a little surprised.


    "Hey! I can't believe it's you," he said cheerfully. "I've never seen
you outside the store before." I was a little taken aback by his
friendliness...like in a dream. But if this were a dream I was going to
take this opportunity of a lifetime.


    "So nice to see you Sar....what are you up to?" I asked.


    "Just looking around for an interesting read. It was a pretty quiet
day."


    I asked if he would like to join me for a walk I had planned after the
bookstore and he happily accepted. I finished with my business, he got his
books and we headed out on a beautiful day for a walk along the path by the
river. It was a fabulous opportunity to get to know each other better and
we walked and talked for about an hour when he said he really had to
pee. There was absolutely nowhere proper to go so he said he would duck
into the shallow woods that lined the walkway if I promised to keep a
lookout. I said I'd keep an eye out for him. As I was watching I noticed
out of the corner of my eye that he was lowering his jeans down below his
knees. I didn't want him to know I was watching as I wasn't sure he
welcomed my interest in him. But I spied as I might and was amazed to see
him crouch down and put one hand against a tree as he pushed his knees up
and out and let go an arcing rainbow of a stream. What the heck? Sar was
pissing like a girl but I couldn't see from where I was what exactly was
going on. On the other hand I had to know. I called back to him that
someone was approaching and walked toward him to be sure he got the
message. I got there before he could react and when I saw him I knew that I
had gotten it wrong. Sar was in fact a girl. She wasn't hiding it in the
least as she completed her business. In fact she seemed to welcome my
coming up near her like she had planned it all along.


    "I wasn't sure how you were seeing me" she said, "and I wanted to make
things clear to you."


    It was a little hard for me to know how I felt about this discovery. On
the one hand it was perfectly okay that Sar was a girl...it made things all
the easier as it was not out of the ordinary at all except maybe for her
tomboy looks. But if I had to admit it, I was a little disappointed because
I had been preparing myself for something that was going to be a first for
me....a first time with a boy. I had been fantasizing about crossing this
barrier. I had spent time on the internet just browsing through sites
devoted to first time cock suckers, cocksucker wannabes, sissy boys, fem
boys, boys who weren't sure, etc. The more I explored the more I got drawn
into worlds I never imagined myself in before. I started reading about
first time cocksuckers, straight guys who sucked cock, etc, etc. The more I
saw and read the more my fantasies grew into desires. The one thing that
was missing was an actual guy who appealed to me in that way. I guess I
really found myself to be straight but curious about sucking cock. I even
spent time with the hypnosis sites which lure the curious beyond the edge
by trying to convince you that curiosity is proof of something...but it is
not..it is just curiosity, I think. In Sar I saw someone about whom it
didn't matter. Had she been a boy, she might have been my first. Her
delicate features made more sense now, but her boyishness still was
puzzling. What was that all about?


    It seemed that after having shared life stories for the past hour, Sar
just wanted to make a point about her gender issues. This was a more direct
way of getting things out in the open than I had expected, but she had done
just that and our conversation turned to this as we continued our walk. She
told me that she felt that she was both a boy and a girl. Not mostly one or
the other, both equally. Although her body made it seem she was "really" a
girl, she was sure she was both and for that reason she allowed both parts
of herself to be reflected in her life choices: her dress, her hairstyle,
whether she wore makeup and what those makeup choices might be, etc. Of
course, society demanded some compliance...she couldn't go into the mens
room to pee or change clothes at the gym, and she made these concessions
without protest, while inside she felt they were all sort of silly and
arbitrary as she had no more angst herself about anywhere she might go. As
we talked I began to wonder how she felt sexually. Did she like to be with
men or women or both or neither? What was she all about?


END OF PART II


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