Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 11:35:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paula Thomas <paulabthomas@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Sammy - A TG Story

Sammy

A TG Story

By Paula Thomas

This is my first posting in nearly 3 years, so I thought I'd write
something kind of special.  My stories are always based on my experiences,
or derived from them, so I thought you might like this one.  Please let me
know.  Enjoy...

****

  I remember the first time I laid eyes on Tom.  He was moving into the
vacant apartment next door.  I lived on the ground floor, at the end of a
small apartment complex, and had enjoyed the privacy afforded by my corner
location for years.  Until now, that is.

  I didn't yet know his name, but Tom was what I'd call cute.  Not a
masculine hunk by any means, but certainly handsome with dark hair and
delicate, almost refined features.  He looked to be about 5'8" tall, with a
slender build.  As I said, not a hunk, but he was good looking in his own
right.

  Well, my privacy was gone, but perhaps I now had a congenial new
neighbor.  I hoped that would be the case.  If I'm really lucky maybe we
can become even more than friends.  God knows it's been a long time since
I've had a man in my life.

  The following morning, as I got ready for work, I thought about my new
neighbor, and what he might be like.  Well, no matter now, as work
beckoned.  Although I was born a male, I live full time as a female now,
and have for about 15 years.  Having started on hormone therapy when I was
14, I now have a fully developed female figure, and easily pass as a woman.

  For work today I was wearing the usual undergarments, stretch knit light
brown pants, matching knit top, stockings and low heels.  My auburn hair
cascaded down to my shoulders, set off by dangling earrings and a modest
gold necklace.  Quite presentable, I thought, as I left my apartment.

  As I turned toward the walk that led to the parking lot he emerged from
the apartment next door.  Our eyes met briefly as I smiled and said good
morning.  He simply nodded and hustled off to wherever.  Hmmm, I thought,
cute but not very sociable.

  That evening, as I relaxed on the couch with a good book, there was a
knock on my door.  I was startled a bit, as nobody knocks on my door.
Fortunately I was still wearing the outfit that I wore to work, so at least
I was decent.  I cautiously opened the door a bit and peered out.  It was
my new neighbor.  I opened the door wide and said "Yes, may I help you?"

  "Hi, my name is Tom," he said softly as he smiled, "and I felt bad about
not responding this morning when you said hello.  So, I thought I'd
introduce myself and try to make up for my rudeness."

  "Hi Tom," I said, extending my hand to him, "nice to meet you.  I'm
Sammy, or Sam if you prefer.  Welcome to our little corner of the world."

  "Sam?" he said, sounding confused.  "But I thought you were a woman."

  "I am Tom, it's short for Samantha.  Would you like to come in?"  I
stepped back to make room, and he entered my apartment.  "Would you like a
drink, or perhaps some wine?"

  "White wine, if you have it Sam," Tom said as he looked around.  "Very
nice the way you've decorated your place.  May I look around, and perhaps
get some ideas for my own place?"

  "Sure," I replied, "make yourself at home while I pour us some wine."
When I returned from the kitchen Tom was seated on the couch, so I joined
him.  As we sipped our wine I asked what he did for a living, but what I
really wanted to do was size him up a bit.  About my age, maybe slightly
older, just a bit taller than me, and I still thought he was cute.

  "I'm a paramedic," he replied, setting his glass on the table.  "I work
for the fire department.  I was late this morning, which is why I didn't
respond when you spoke to me.  I hope you'll forgive me."

  "Oh, of course I forgive you Tom," I said, touching him on the arm.  "I
know what it's like to move to a new place.  Your stuff's in boxes,
everything's out of sorts, getting to work on time is difficult, so I do
understand.  Would you like some more wine?"  He nodded a yes, so I got up
and went to the kitchen.  "I work for a small law firm," I said over my
shoulder as I poured the wine, "and I sometimes have to work long hours.
I'm glad you moved in, because your apartment has been vacant since I've
lived here.  Being tucked down in this corner of the complex makes me a
little concerned about security.  But now that you're here maybe it'll be
better."

  "Well, I don't know Sam," he said as I approached with the wine.  "I work
a rotating shift.  You know, days, then swing shift, then graveyard, then
back to days again.  It's hard to maintain a regular schedule, so I doubt
I'll be much help with security."

  I handed him his wine as I sat down, this time just a bit closer to him.
I placed my hand on his arm, and turned to him.  "Tom, at least you'll be
here sometimes.  That makes me feel better," I said softly.

  Tom squirmed just a bit, thinking I was making a pass at him, which of
course I was.  "Ah, Sam, I really should be going soon," he said as he took
a long drink of wine.  "Maybe we can have dinner or something once I'm
settled in."  With that he got up to leave, so I followed him to the door,
saying goodbye as I closed it behind him.

  Darn, I thought to myself, another chance lost.  Oh well, he'll be right
next door, so there'll be plenty of other chances soon.  An hour later I
was sitting up in bed, still reading my book, when Tom's rear patio door
opened, then closed.  I could tell by the sound those sliding doors make.
Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of high heels on concrete passing by
my window, so I parted the curtain slightly and peered out.  A very well
dressed young woman was heading up the walk toward the parking lot.  Hmmm,
I thought, no wonder he left in a hurry.  He had a girlfriend waiting for
him.

  So, I sometimes saw Tom over the next several weeks, usually on his way
to or from work.  He always smiled and said hi, but nothing beyond that.
Rats, I thought, he's just not interested.  Once in awhile I would see his
girlfriend leave by the back door late at night.  I had to admit she knew
how to dress well.  I suffered mild pangs of jealousy each time I saw her.

  Then one day, as I arrived home from work Tom emerged from his apartment
and, smiling, said "Hi Sammy, now that I'm settled in, do you want to have
that dinner tonight?"

  Somewhat surprised, I said "Are you inviting me to your place, or should
I cook for you?"

  He shook his head, "No no, you don't want to suffer through my cooking.
I thought I could come over later and we could enjoy a quiet evening over
dinner and wine.  Are you up for it?"

  "Okay Tom," I said eagerly.  "Come over at 7 and I'll have dinner ready."
Not believing my good fortune, I hustled into my apartment and set about
preparing dinner for two.  Once the meal was cooking I quickly took a
shower and laid out my clothes for the evening.  A matching skirt and
blouse in acetate and spandex, with a swirl pattern of black and turquoise.
The skirt was knee length, and the blouse was very low cut, so I could show
off a lot of cleavage.  Black lingerie, lacy garter, black mist stockings
and black patent 3" high heels completed this hot ensemble.  I added just
the right earrings and necklace, plus a dash of perfume, Premonition by May
Kay.  I was going all out to look sexy without him thinking I was trying to
look sexy.

  I managed to finish my makeup and get dressed just before he was due to
arrive.  I poured myself a glass of wine and checked the food.  Everything
was now ready, including me.  A shiver of excitement went through me at the
thought of entertaining a good looking man this evening.  I was hopeful
that he'd be receptive this time.

  Just then, there was a knock at the door.  Tom was right on time.  I let
him in, and offered him a glass of wine, which he eagerly accepted.
"Sammy," he said, looking me over carefully.  "You look really nice
tonight.  Wow!"

I noticed that his eyes had settled on my cleavage, which raised my
temperature a bit.  "You are just about the sexiest woman I've seen Sam,"
he said taking my hand, "and I love that perfume."  What a sweet thing to
say, I thought.

  We sat at the dining room table and toasted to our good cheer for the
evening.  I served the meal, and we ate and talked, sharing stories of
foibles at work and other humorous events and people.  Tom proved to be
genuinely warm and funny.

  Finally, I refreshed our wine and we moved to the couch, where I slid
down next to him, with my hand resting on his knee as he talked about
another clueless boss of his.  As we drank, the wine helped me get my
courage up, and I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  He turned
immediately and kissed me passionately, his arm around my waist as he
pulled me into him.

  Slowly, I moved my hand farther up his leg, nearly reaching his cock as
he kissed me again and again.  Our tongues played together as we kissed,
and I gently began massaging his cock through his pants, causing him to
inhale sharply.  His erection was growing by the minute, and his breathing
became more shallow and rapid.  He responded by sliding his hand down my
blouse and feeling my firm, sensitive breasts.

  While we kissed I slowly unzipped his pants and slid my hand in, gripping
his cock through his shorts.  I began massaging it as it grew in size.
"Sammy," he said, his breath now rapid, "baby, that feels good."  I kissed
him again, slowly working my hand up and down his shaft.  I was in heaven.

  "Tom," I said softly, "will you take your pants off baby, please.  It's
all I've thought about for weeks, and I can't wait any longer."  Tom let
out a breath and smiled. He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants
and shorts down in one quick move.  There it was, his beautiful cock, 7
inches long and perfectly cut and formed.  Oh my, how I've wanted that.

  I lowered myself down to the floor, took his cock in my hand and began
stroking it slowly.  I bent down and kissed the shaft over and over,
moistening it with my tongue, then finally took it in my mouth while I
fondled his balls.  Tom gasped in delight.  Oh, what a wonderful taste, as
I sucked him slowly in and out of my mouth, my tongue swirling around the
shaft.  It drove him passionately crazy, I think, as his hands found the
back of my head and he pushed me farther down while pumping his erection
deep into my throat.  I loved it.

  "Tom," I moaned breathlessly, "I love the taste of your cock baby.  I
want to suck you forever.  Come in my mouth Tom, deep in my throat baby."
Tom pushed his cock as deep as he could into me, pumping his hips as I
sucked up and down his shaft.

  "Oh Sammy, that feels wonderful baby," he said, breathing heavily.  "I'm
going to come soon babe, take it deep in your throat."  I could feel him
shudder and tense up, his motion now frenzied, as he pushed his cock deeper
into me.  "More Sammy, deeper baby," he cried breathlessly, moaning with
pleasure.  I sucked up and down rapidly as he pushed on the back of my
head.  Suddenly, his cock seemed to grow larger still, and a torrent of
come flooded my mouth, his cock recoiling with each spurt.  Tom let out a
long cry of pure ecstasy, his breath short and rapid.  One final spurt and
he was done.

  It was wonderful.  I sucked up all the loose sperm on his cock, looked up
at him and smiled.  "Oh Tom, I loved that," I said somewhat out of breath.
"I hope we can do this often."

  Tom, now completely spent, looked down and smiled.  "I certainly hope so
Sammy," he said softly.  "That was fantastic sweetheart.  Just the best
ever."  He pulled me up to the couch, straightened up his pants, then
kissed me passionately over and over.  I melted in his arms for what seemed
like an eternity.

  Finally I got up to get us some more wine, then sat back down next to
him, with my arm across his lap.  He wrapped his arm around my shoulders
and pulled me into him, kissing me softly.  I was rapidly falling for him,
and I suspected that he knew it.

  But, it was a work night for us both, so reluctantly we had to call an
end to the evening.  "Tomorrow night Tom?"  I was anxious to see him again,
and soon.

   "No, I can't," he replied, "I'm working swing shift for several days,
but I'll be home Saturday.  Would that work?"

  "Saturday would be wonderful.  7 o'clock again," I said.  "I'll make
something special for you."  I kissed him goodbye several times, not
wanting to let him go.  Finally, he left and I closed the door.  I had one
problem to overcome though.  How to tell him I have the same equipment he
has between my legs.  That will be hard to do, I realized, and could really
wreck things for us.  Oh well, we'll see Saturday night.

  The week flew by, and it was Saturday before I knew it.  I decided to go
to the mall and find something sexy to wear late in the evening, after
dinner.  As I left my apartment Tom was standing in his doorway, so I
walked over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, "Hi Tom darling.  I'm
off to do some shopping so I can look special for you this evening."

  "I thought you looked pretty special the other night Sammy," he said,
smiling warmly.  "What will it be this time doll?"

  "I don't quite know yet Tom, but I'll know it when I see it.  Then you
can see it tonight.  Bye."  I gave him a quick kiss and left.  At the mall
I decided to try a specialty lingerie shop I'd seen but never been in
before.  Well, they had the perfect outfit, a black satin evening gown with
silver accents and more lace than I'd seen before.  It was expensive, but
it was perfect, sexy, revealing, and satin smooth, so I bought it.  Oh boy,
is he going to love this, I thought.

  I raced home, started dinner on the stove, put hot curlers in my hair,
and then took a shower.  After drying off, I laid out my clothes for the
evening.  First, the satin gown, which would come into play later, I hoped.
Then, I laid out my favorite dress, a fitted teal sheath in shimmering
liquid acetate and spandex, low cut and knee length with beaded fringe on
the hem.  Next, a lacy black pushup bra for maximum cleavage, black garter
and stockings, lacy black panties, and black patent high heels completed
the outfit.  If the other night's outfit was sexy, this one absolutely
steamed it was so hot.  Dangling gold earrings and matching necklace topped
the outfit off.  I sprayed on a liberal amount of Premonition perfume,
since he had liked it so much the previous night.  Perfect, I thought, for
seducing him.

  I removed the curlers and brushed and styled my auburn hair, then got
dressed.  I absolutely love getting dressed in an outfit like this one,
anticipating the love to come.  As I zipped up my dress I shuddered,
getting hot just thinking about it.  Once I was dressed and ready I went to
the kitchen and finished cooking dinner.  As I did, there was a knock on
the door.  Great, Tom's right on time again, I thought.

  I opened the door, and he just stood there in awe, taking me in as his
eyes roamed over my outfit.  "Wow!" he said, "You look fantastic tonight.
Oh, that perfume again! You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"

  "Well, I try Tom," I said, taking him in my arms and kissing him.  "I've
looked forward to this all week.  I'm so glad you're here.  Anyway,
dinner's ready, so let's eat."  With that, I turned and went into the
kitchen to pour us some wine, and serve our food.  Tom waited at the table
for me to join him.  We had a delightful meal, laughing and kidding each
other, regaling in tales of past missteps.  Finally, I refreshed our wine
and we retired to the couch.

  "What is it you want tonight Sammy?" he asked teasingly, as he kissed me
several times.

  "You know what I want Tom," I replied, rubbing the inside of his leg.

   "No really," he said, chuckling, "tell me."  He started to tickle me,
causing me to giggle uncontrollably.  "Tell me what you really want Sammy,"
as he continued tickling me and I squirmed and giggled.

  "Tom, you brat," I said, pleading, "please stop.  It tickles too much.
I'll tell you, I promise, just stop."  With that the tickling stopped.  "I
want to suck your cock again Tom," I said as my giggling subsided. "It's
what I always want to do, more than anything," I said, looking him in the
eyes.  "I love sucking your cock, and I want to suck it every time I'm with
you, okay?  Now, how about kissing me."

  Tom pulled me into his arms, kissing me passionately.  My hand stroked
his growing erection, as I fumbled with his belt buckle.  Finally, he took
over, pulling his pants and shorts down to his ankles.  There it was again,
his beautiful 7 inch cock.  I licked my lips in anticipation.  "Lovely,
Tom," I said softly as my gaze switched from his cock to his eyes.  "Just
what I wanted you to do."

  "But you're still a brat," I said with a giggle as I sank to my knees,
taking his cock in my hand and stroking it softly.  My tongue darted over
the shaft, moistening it, as I caressed his balls with my hand.  Finally, I
took him into my mouth, as Tom let out a gasp of pure pleasure.

   "Oh baby, take it deep, like you did before," he said almost
breathlessly.  "I want to come deep in your mouth baby."  I sucked him
voraciously, wanting that sweet come to arrive in my throat.

  I wanted him to pump harder so I pulled him to his feet, with me on my
knees and his cock in my mouth.  Ah, much better now.  His hands found the
back of my head, as he pulled me into him, his hips thrusting rapidly.  His
cock went deeper and deeper into my throat, my nose buried in his pubic
hairs, my tongue swirling around his shaft.  He was quite literally fucking
my face.  His passion was reaching critical mass, as he was pushing in and
out of my throat like a piston.  Oh god, was I excited, wanting him to come
soon, yet not wanting this to end.  To ever end, really.

  His thrusting seemed to take on more urgency now, ramming into my throat,
his hands pushing on the back of my head.  He stiffened noticeably,
shuddered rapidly, and came in a torrent of huge spurts, his cock deep in
my throat.  I swallowed it all, licking his shaft, slowly sucking, hoping
for one last spurt.  I wasn't disappointed, as he suddenly convulsed a bit
and gave me the final spurt of come.  God, I loved it so much.

  Tom just stood there, his hands wrapped around my head, holding me
against his groin, my mouth impaled on his rigid cock.  "Sammy," he said as
he gasped for air, "that was great, just great.  I love the way you suck my
cock, and you can suck it anytime you want baby."

  Slowly, he released my head, and his now limp cock slid from my mouth.
Tom helped me to my feet, then sat down on the couch, pulling me down
beside him.  His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, as he kissed me
passionately, over and over.  I had completely fallen for him, and wanted
him to know it.  "Tom, darling," I said breathlessly, "I'm falling in love
with you, and I felt you should know it."  I kissed him softly, my lips
lingering on his as he searched for what to say.

  "Oh Sammy, I'm falling for you too baby," he said as he stroked the back
of my head.

  "Well then," I said, looking in his eyes, "maybe you should tell me about
your girlfriend."

  "My what?"  He sounded somewhat startled.  "Oh, her," he said, "ah, she's
not my girlfriend, just a person I know well.  I don't have sex with her,
if that's what you're asking."

  "Tom, I've seen her leave your apartment late at night several times," I
said, rubbing his leg.  "She uses the patio door for some reason, and walks
right past my bedroom window.  Just who is she?"

  Tom just looked at me for the longest time, studying me, pondering what
to say.  Finally, he stood up and said, "I'll be back soon Sammy, so just
wait a bit, okay?  It'll take me about 30 minutes or so, but everything
will become clear for you."  With that he left.  I settled back with my
wine, eager for him to return.  Only problem was, how to deal with the
issue of what's between my legs.  Well, we'll just have to get it out in
the open, so to speak.

  While he was gone I decided to change into my black satin evening gown.
I slipped my dress off, and removed my bra, but left my panties, stockings
and garter in place, and I still had my high heels on.  The satin gown was
heavenly, flowing over me like black liquid, revealing just enough of my
ample breasts to whet his appetite.  In stockings and high heels the gown
really made me look sexy.  I felt so hot I could hardly bear to wait for
him.

  I poured some more wine and settled back to wait.  Finally, there was a
soft knock at the door, so I opened it.  I couldn't believe what I was
seeing.  There, in the dim light, stood a beautiful woman in a stunning
turquoise knit dress, black patent high heels, purse, and matching belt.
It was Tom's girlfriend, smiling at me.  "Come in, please," I said,
reaching to pull her into the apartment.  "I'm Sammy, nice to meet you.  As
she entered my apartment she moved into the light, and as I got a better
look at her I was floored.  It was Tom, fully dressed as a woman, and a
very attractive, nicely dressed woman with well done makeup at that.  "Wow,
Tom!" I exclaimed excitedly.  "I can't believe it.  You're beautiful!  I
never would have guessed this.  Turn around and let me see your dress
sweetheart."  Tom did as I asked him to do, modeling his outfit, smiling,
kind of hamming it up a bit.  "I love your dress Tom!  You'll have to tell
me where you got it."

   "I will later Sam, but listen.  I'm falling for you in a big way, and I
figured I needed to tell you, no, show you my other self," he said, holding
my hand.  "This is my favorite, ah, hobby, so to speak.  Can you pour me
some wine?  I'm a little hot right now."  Eyeing my satin gown, he said,
"Speaking of hot, that gown makes you look really sexy.  Hmmm, maybe you
could loan it to me sometime," he said, chuckling.

  "Come over to the couch Tom," I said, "and tell me all about it.  There's
a little secret of mine that I need to share with you too."  Tom sat down,
facing me.  I couldn't get over what a beautiful woman he made, as he sat
there with his legs crossed in a feminine manner.  And his dress, god, what
I wouldn't give for a dress like that.  "You have just become the sexiest
man I've ever known, Tom, by becoming a beautiful woman for me.  Tell me
everything."

  "I've been cross dressing since I was about 13," he said, as he sipped
his wine, "mostly wearing my older sister's panties and bra.  But it wasn't
until after college that it really exploded on me.  I bought dozens of
outfits, shoes, lingerie, and so on, and practiced by myself.  Over the
past few years I've gotten good enough that I'm able to go out sometimes
late at night, usually to a gay bar downtown.  Only thing is, it's hindered
my relationship with women.  Not that it matters much anymore, as I've
become increasingly aware of my attraction to men.  But oddly enough, only
when I'm dressed like this for some reason.  I guess it just makes me feel
like a woman, so naturally as a woman I would be attracted to men.  I
haven't acted on it yet, but I think it's just a matter of time.  I hope
this doesn't affect us though."

  "Tom," I said softly, "it doesn't affect us at all.  In fact it helps a
lot.  You see, I'm not quite what I seem to be either.  I'm not sure where
to start, so I'll just dive into it, and I hope you won't hate me.  I live
as a woman, as you know, but I have a cock too, because I was born a boy."
Tom sat back, stunned by this revelation.

  "I started cross dressing when I was about 12," I said, "wearing my
mother's garter and stockings, panties, bra and slip.  When she caught me
dressing in her lingerie she asked if I wanted to be a girl, and I told her
I really did, so she took me to a store and allowed me to pick out my own
lingerie.  She also bought me a pair of high heels.  With her help and
encouragement I progressed to full female attire by the time I was 15," I
said, studying his face for a reaction.  He nodded knowingly.

  "By that age I dressed all the time as a girl.  No, really a young
woman," I continued, "so I decided then that I would become a woman.  In my
mind at least, I had already become a woman, and my mother was thrilled,
since she had really wanted a daughter.  At her urging I began hormone
therapy about then," I said, "which is why I have nice breasts and a
feminine figure.  The original plan was to have sex reassignment surgery,
but in the end I just couldn't go through with it."

  Tom listened in amazement, his mind racing as he tried to process all of
this.  "Wow!  Sammy," he said, looking in my eyes, "I have a million
questions, but as far as I'm concerned you are a woman, and I love you and
want you."  He started stroking my nylon clad leg, slowly moving up the
inside of my thigh, sending shivers down my spine.  "Let me show you I can
love you as a woman."  His hand reached my now rock hard erection,
massaging it through my satin panties.  It felt so good to finally be
touched by him.

  "Slip off your panties Sammy," he said, "so I can suck your cock.  I hope
I can do it as well as you."  He pushed my gown aside as I lowered my
panties, my cock springing upward.  I was breathless in anticipation.
Almost immediately his mouth was on my cock, engulfing it as he sucked
rapidly.  I was in heaven, being loved by my man at last.  He slowly sucked
up and down, my hand lightly pushing on the back of his neck.  It felt
wonderful.  I was already aroused, just from putting on my gown, and seeing
Tom dressed as a woman, and now I was getting my cock sucked by him.  I
couldn't believe my good luck.

  Tom worked on my cock steadily, sucking up and down, his tongue licking
my shaft.  I was getting really hot and ready to come.  "Baby, oh baby," I
gasped breathlessly, "I'm going to come now.  Take it deep baby."  With my
cock deep in his throat I came hard, spurt after spurt after spurt, my hand
holding the back of his neck instinctively.  It was wonderful.  Slowly I
softened, as he withdrew from me and sat up on the couch.  "Oh Tom, that
felt so good," I said softly in his ear.  "I hope you enjoyed it as much as
I did."

  "I really did enjoy it.  It's the first time I've ever sucked a cock
Sammy," he said, smiling.  "I didn't really know what to expect, but I have
to say I loved doing it with you, but only with you and nobody else.  I
wish we could do this every night."

  "Will you take me to bed sweetheart," I said as I turned to him, my hand
on his cheek.  "I want you to make sweet love to me.  I want you to fuck me
tonight and make me your woman.  Let's go to bed now."  With that I got up,
took Tom's hand and led him to the bedroom.  I helped him take his dress
off, but insisted he leave his wig and makeup on, along with his bra,
garter and stockings.  I was hoping the sexy lingerie would really arouse
us both.  Finally, I slipped off my gown and reclined on the bed.  I didn't
bother removing my stockings and garter either, but I did take off my
heels.

  "There's KY lubricant in the nightstand drawer, Tom," I said quietly.
"Please get it and I'll show you how to use it."  He handed me the lube and
I applied a liberal amount to his cock, which was coming back to life
thankfully.  I told him to put some in my pussy, then insert his finger to
push it in.  It felt so good having his finger inside me.  "Tom," I
whispered, "more lube, lots more, and use two fingers now.  Hmmm, nice
baby, really nice," I said, squirming in delight as his fingers slid in and
out of my pussy.

  Laying on my back I beckoned him to lay down on top of me.  As he did I
raised my legs, placing my feet on his back.  I reached around and guided
his cock into my eagerly awaiting pussy, sliding it into me.  I was a
little tight from not doing this for so long, so there was some mild pain
initially, but it quickly subsided.  "Oh, that feels so good lover," I
moaned passionately.  "Fuck me baby, fuck me, make me your woman."  He
settled down on top of me, his cock sliding deeper into my pussy.

  "Oh Tom," I whispered, "that feels wonderful.  Push hard baby."  I
nibbled at his ear as he slowly started to pump his cock into me, deeper
and deeper.  His breathing became more rapid.  My legs strained to pull him
into me as we rocked in and out.  My hips were moving in time with his
thrusts, as he pumped faster and faster.

  "I love you Sammy," he whispered, kissing me over and over, as his
thrusts took on an urgency.  "You're my woman now, and I'm going to keep
you."  His voice was soft and breathless, his breathing shallow and rapid,
as his passion grew.

  "Push more Tom," I cried out.  "Fuck me deeper baby, hurry."  I was more
excited than I'd ever been, with this lovely man making love to me like
this.  It felt wonderful, he was wonderful and I couldn't get enough of
him.  "Oh god Tom, push baby, push!"  I was panting with lust and our
thrusting grew more rapid now as he neared his climax.  I wrapped my arms
around him, pulled hard with my legs, and tried to pull him deeper into
me. I was right on the verge of an orgasm, gasping for air, crying out in
passion.

  Finally, I felt him stiffen up, convulse just a bit, and he came deep
inside me, as I cried out with the sheer joy of a massive orgasm.  The warm
feeling of his seed inside me made me feel complete.  "I love you too Tom,"
I whispered in his ear as we lay joined in bliss, my legs wrapped around
his back.  "Oh Tom, you're wonderful.  I want you to fuck me often, as your
woman, and maybe your wife someday too."

  "That was really something Sam," he said softly, "better than I've ever
had before.  I promise we'll fuck often, but what about sucking my cock?  I
was able to do both tonight because I was so turned on, but that might not
happen too often, not at my age anyway."  He chuckled a bit.  I just smiled
and hugged him again.

  Slowly, Tom withdrew and sank back on the sheet, totally spent.  He
pulled me to him and we kissed and hugged for a long time.  I was in
heaven, feeling that I had finally found my man.  "Tom," I said, "will you
let me help you with your cross dressing?  I can help with your voice,
makeup, mannerisms, and so forth, to improve your presentation, honey.  You
also need to choose a femme name.  We could start going out as girlfriends
sometimes, maybe to the mall or a restaurant, and in the daytime too.  I
know you'll like that."

  "I'd love to do that with you," he replied, "and yes, I'd like to have
some help.  I have a large wardrobe, all the lingerie, makeup and other
items I could ever want.  But the skills needed to go out in public
probably could use a little work, especially going out during the day,
which I've never done.  So you're thinking about being my wife huh."

  "Well yeah, I am, I mean, I'd like to be someday," I replied.  "I want to
see you dressed as a woman as often as possible, but I also want you to
have me as your only woman forever."  He kissed me tenderly as I lay in his
arms, and we fell asleep.

  I awoke the next morning, with Tom curled up next to me, so I went to the
kitchen and got us both some orange juice.  When I returned he was awake.
"Let's take a shower together lover," I said, smiling.  I drank my orange
juice, and headed for the bathroom and a much needed shower.  It seems a
considerable amount of his sperm had begun leaking out of me.

  Tom quickly joined me and we showered together, soaping each other,
fondling, massaging, tickling.  It was fun.  Out of the shower, the
tickling continued so I retaliated by tickling him.  He snapped me in the
butt with his towel, which was the last straw.

  I chased him into the bedroom where he dove onto the bed, ending up on
his back.  I jumped on the bed and came down on top of him, facing the
opposite direction, my knees straddling his head.  I immediately started
sucking his cock, and he quickly reciprocated, as we enjoyed a glorious
Sunday morning 69.  I was really excited, and his sucking had me hotter
than a pistol, but it was his rock hard erection that got all of my
attention.  We sucked each other voraciously, and climaxed together in a
wonderful double orgasm.  "Ah," I said, turning to him, "I can't imagine a
better breakfast of champions.  That was simply great lover," as I curled
up in his arms.  He smiled and kissed me over and over.

  "Tom," I said, turning to him, "I have some housework and shopping to do
today, plus I want to wash my hair.  Can you come back over tonight?"

  "Sure, I was hoping you'd ask," he replied.  "I'll order Chinese food and
have it delivered to your place, okay?  About 7 again?  How would you like
me to be dressed?"

   I just looked at him and smiled.  "How do you think, silly?" I replied,
giggling.



Paula

paulabthomas@yahoo.com.au