We'd messaged a few times, he'd sent me a picture and he looked normal and attractive so it was just a case of when I would be able to find the time to meet. The first time he was able to host I was worried we wouldn't have enough time as he had other plans for the day. The second I had to cancel as work commitments came up.
I wondered if the stars would ever align.
And then they did.
He texted me first thing in the morning to check I was still coming. Always one of the scariest moments for me because that's when it all starts to feel real. Up until then its just a fantasy but that's when I actually have to commit or cancel (which I would never do).
I had had the chance to run a razor over things the night before so all I had to do was douche and pack. Which still took a lot longer than it probably should have.
I was out the door just after 10am and on a bus not long afterwards. He didn't live that far away and so public transport seemed the best option although it took forever. I texted him at every stage of the way and I could tell from his responses he was aware how scared I was.
I got off a stop early to give myself the chance to gather my thoughts as I approached his flat. Outside I texted to let him know I was there and he gave me the building and flat number. I rang the bell and he buzzed me in.
The flat was clean and modern and he looked just as he did in the photo. He also seemed sane and friendly which was a relief. He invited me in. There was a bedroom on my left, the door open, a towel laid out ready on the duvet. He asked if I wanted a drink of anything and showed me the bathroom where I could change if I wished.
I shut myself in and slipped out of my clothes. Naked in a strangers bathroom. I dressed in panties and matching bra, fishnets and tight black body-con dress before making a start on my make-up. Finally I stepped into my heels and adjusted my blonde wig on my head.
I took a deep breath and stepped back out into the hall.
He was sat reading in the lounge and stood up when I entered. "You look nice."
He came to meet me at the entrance to the room. He seemed so much bigger and masculine now I was in my dress and feeling shy, feminine, submissive towards him. He ran his hands over my body, turned me away from him and held me gently from behind touching me softly. I let my hands linger on his hips pulling him in closer towards me. He stepped away and taking my hand lead me to the sofa.
We sat for a short while chatting. He doing most of the talking, me nervous, replying to his questions but struggling to make much conversation myself. It was lovely for him to try and help me relax in his company.
I plucked up the courage to ask him if I looked okay, to check I wasn't a disappointment to him? Either he was being a gentleman or he definitely thought so as he replied, "Not at all. Much nicer than I expected."
He asked if I wanted to "play?". I breathlessly said I did and he kissed me. I let his tongue into my mouth meeting it with my own. I nibbled at his lips gently and adjusted my body so that he towered over me a little. My hands creeping up to explore his manly chest and back underneath his top. His wandering over my body and smooth fishnet clad legs as we kissed for what felt like forever. My fingertips stroking his neck occasionally, encouraging him to continue, ensuring he knew I was his girl and that I was in a state of pure and utter bliss in his arms.
I started to massage his already hard cock through his trousers. Gently working its length and squeezing softly at its tip. He continued to kiss me, letting me acquaint myself with his manhood for quite some time before he finally stood and taking my hand again lead me from the sofa.
We only made it halfway across the room before he stopped and told me to stand with my back to a counter top. He started to kiss me again, a little more passionately even than before. His hands all over me. I lifted myself up onto the counter and wrapped my legs around his strong waist and pulled him in as close as I could. One hand up under his shirt, massaging his pectoral muscles, gently tweaking his erect nipples, the other clutching his behind so he could grind against me whilst we kissed.
Occasionally I put my arms on the counter to lift myself up and entertain the illusion I was being held up by him, resting on his hips and being fucked in his strong arms. My heels pressed hard against his back.
I hoped I was being a good girl for him and I must have been doing something right because he once again took my hand and this time lead me the rest of the way to his bedroom.
The room was neat and tidy, the sheets looked clean and there was a large mirror on one wall. He told me to get on the bed and make myself comfortable and disappeared into the bathroom. I was unsure of how I should present myself for his return and kept adjusting myself on the bed into poses I hoped he would find demure but attractive and sexy when he came back into the room. I kept catching glimpses of myself in the mirror, this girl lying on a strangers bed in her dress and heels. I could see how anxious and nervy she was but also how eager to please she looked too.
I opted for lying on my side, face away from the door, my ass the first thing he would see when he entered and lay there waiting patiently.
He came back in and I attempted to turn towards him sexily and smile. He motioned for me to move over on the bed and joined me. We began to kiss again, all the while his hands on my body, mine playing with his cock through his trousers, trying to imagine what it would be like. His hands occasionally straying to my panties and running over my ass trapped beneath silk and fishnets. I could hear myself moaning with pleasure from time to time, unaware he was having that effect on me until the sound escaped from between my lips. He occasionally whispered things like 'good girl' making me feel more and more feminine and submissive towards him.
Not once did his hands stray to my own cock which was hard and trying to push its way through my fishnets. Not once did I care. I loved how he was ignoring it. How the frustration of it being ignored only drove me to want to please him more. Made me forget about it myself and concentrate on being a girl melting in the arms of her strong masculine man.
He got up from the bed and took his trousers and shirt off. Naked, just the right amount of hair on his chest and back. Not too much but enough to remind me he was all man. Someone I would be able to run my hands over knowing he was full of more testosterone than I had right at that very moment in my little finger. His cock and balls were dark and smooth which I was very excited to see. I loved the idea of kissing and licking the smooth hair free flesh around it all.
Back on the bed I started to tease him with my fingers as we kissed. Enjoying how hard and yet supple it felt. Getting to know it more intimately than when it had been hidden away beneath layers of clothes. I wet my fingers and slid them over its beautiful head and stroked and played with it. Whenever his lips weren't locked to mine trying to catch a glance of it slipping between my fingers. The last few remnants of masculinity draining away from me as I realised just how much I loved being this close to a real mans cock.
Eventually I knew I had to get closer to it. To be able to breathe its scent in. To have my lips merely millimeters away. To tease myself almost with its beauty and see how long I could hold back before I couldn't control myself any longer and worship it my my tongue and mouth. He lay back on the bed and I sat up so I could be within kissing distance of it.
For a long time I kissed and licked and sucked at his cock and balls. Showing them the respect and loving attention they deserved. Reaching up occasionally to softly twist his hard nipples and run my fingers over his strong hairy chest. His hands in my hair, supporting me, encouraging me. Moaning softly as I twisted a nipple or gently sucked his balls into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. It was a truly beautiful experience for me to know I was giving him so much pleasure and in turn to be allowed to spend so much time down there learning to enjoy the taste and feel of a penis. Although I had enjoyed my small amount of experience with them so far this was the first time I truly savoured the moment and felt I had all the time in the world to become a real cock sucking girl for someone. I have no idea how long I lavished attention on it just that every second felt precious and educational. I have no idea if I was even any good at it. Just that it felt natural to be there doing it.
After a while he turned onto his front and instructed me to lie on top of him. I kissed at his neck and ran my hands over his muscled back and tight buttocks. I became aware of my own erection, until then completely forgotten, as I felt it rubbing against his naked flesh. It felt weird and a little wrong. Although he undeniably had a great body and I was noticeably aroused I hoped he didn't want me to in some way use my penis or to touch him in the same way I was dreaming he wished to touch me. If nothing else though I knew he must be very aware of just how sexually aroused I was as he must have felt me pushing into his skin and buttocks.
He instructed me to lie in a particular way on my side. I was grateful he was being active and telling me what to do. Both because I was so inexperienced but also because I wished to be the submissive partner in things and to be compliant.
He arranged himself so he was lying in the opposite direction to me and pulled my fishnets and panties halfway down my thighs. I secretly enjoyed that it restricted my movements a little but not as much as I enjoyed being face to face with his cock again.
We proceeded to pleasure each other. His hips rocking in to my face gently and his lips working what I can only describe as magic down below. It was delicious. He gave me just enough attention but never too much and although he was kissing and sucking at my cock it didn't feel that way. I still felt feminine, I still felt like his girl.
I heard myself moaning again. Sometimes breathlessly saying his name, feeling out how it sounded uttering from between my lips. He turned me over onto my front and pulled my penis back so that it was trapped somehow between my panties and fishnets, straining against them trying to stand up straight but not able to, pointing backwards towards him. I have absolutely no idea what he was doing back there. Only that it felt heavenly and I couldn't contain myself anymore, continually moaning his name out in adoration as he made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He teased me and pleasured me and made me want him so much. I desperately wanted to beg him to fuck me but held back because I didn't want him to stop whatever it was he was doing which was making me feel that way.
Finally he stopped and turned me back over, breathless. "How do you get out of that dress?" I turned slightly so he could see the zip running down the back. He removed my heels and pulled my panties and fishnets off my smooth legs and motioned for me to lie on my front again.
I felt him unzip me. "Wow, not a hair in sight. Good girl." A wave of pleasure running through me to hear him obviously pleased at what he saw. I squirmed a little to help him get my arms out of the sleeves and pull my dress down to my waist where he left it for the time being, that, my wig and a bra the only things I was now wearing.
He pressed himself down on me in the same way he had instructed me to do to him earlier and he kissed my neck this time, ran his hands over my back and buttocks.
"Would you like me to fuck you now?"
"I'd like you to try. I've never really managed properly yet. You might need to take your time and use plenty of lube."
"I'll be gentle I promise."
He sat up and I pulled my dress off completely, lying there practically naked in my bra and wig. Since Christmas I have been on an exercise and diet regime trying to get back to a slimmer version of Amber again but I still haven't got there so I hoped he would still find me sexually attractive as my belly was still larger than I would like it to be. If he didn't, he refrained from saying anything.
"Safely though", I said.
"Always." He was already putting a condom on so I needn't have worried. And he had a tube of lube with him too. He instructed me to get on all fours for him which I did, presenting my ass for his approval.
He slapped me a couple of times which stung and drew my breath but was far more enjoyable than I cared to admit at the time. I would have probably liked a couple more but was also very very nervously excited at what was about to happen and so forgot to beg him to do it again.
With heavily lubed finger he began to work at me. I felt myself open to his touch. One then two inside of me, loosening my muscle, stretching it pleasurably, my face almost touching the duvet, back arched up towards him. He worked his magic for a short while and then told me he was going to use a lot of lube and take things slowly.
I felt the tip of his penis pressing gently against me. Then a little more pressure. Back and forth like that for what felt like an age, slowly increasing the pressure each time. It hurt and my moans were obviously filled with less pleasure than before because he paused and withdrew for a moment. All the time he offered encouragement and kept me informed of what he was doing. Applying a little more lube, just teasing and trying to gently stretch things a little.
And then I almost screamed as the head of his penis nearly went inside. Again he withdrew and took his time working up to things again with yet more lube. I can't pretend it didn't hurt but I wanted it to happen more than I wanted him to stop trying and so he persisted through my whimpers and yelps until finally I felt him enter.
"I'm inside you now."
I was struggling to breathe properly. Head pressed into the duvet. In pain but nothing I couldn't bear. He held himself there for a moment to allow me to calm myself. Then pulled out and entered me again. It still hurt but not as much. This time I felt him gently press himself a little deeper. Again he paused and allowed me the time to get used to feeling him inside of me and to compose myself.
He very slowly started to rock inside of me. He wasn't deep but he didn't need to be. I was so focused on what was happening between my legs. It felt like I was being torn in two but at the same time beneath all of that was this intense pleasure that as he slowly fucked me was making me squeal and whimper. I wanted to beg him, plead with him to stop but kept stopping myself from screaming it out. Just in case he actually did which would have been far far worse than the pain which I hoped would only be fleeting.
Again I have no concept of what the timespan was but I jumped back and forth between heaven and hell for what seemed forever. At times it was almost beautiful and divine as I felt his cock moving inside of me. At others I wanted to scream the house down it hurt so much. I heard myself saying his name over and over again and 'oh baby'.
Then suddenly it was too much and against my will I felt my body recoil from him.
"It's okay, we can take our time. I was inside you for a while there. Why don't you turn towards the mirror and we can try again. With more lube."
I repositioned myself. Still on all fours but facing the mirror. I looked a fucking mess! Make-up practically non-existent, probably smeared all over the towel that covered the duvet. My wig seriously messed up like I'd just gotten out of bed. But I felt so sexual and turned on. I watched his reflection as he positioned himself behind me and prepared to enter me again. It was so horny to see myself in that position. About to be fucked by a strong bodied masculine man.
Yet again it didn't last long before the pain was too much but I definitely knew I was being fucked by the noises that I was making. Uncontrollable squeaks and whines and moans. This time when I finally bucked and recoiled he gently suggested trying another position to see if that in some way helped.
I lay on my back and he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and entered me once more. The act of entering easier each time. At first it was a little easier and I felt myself rising my hips up towards him to meet him with each thrust but then he just went a little too deep too quickly. Probably as a result of me obviously becoming more comfortable. My head smashed into the top of the bed and my whole body shook uncontrollably. I lay there shaking, almost seizure or fit like. Every time I felt like I'd calmed down another shiver would overtake me. It freaked the hell of out me so God knows what he thought.
"It's okay. We can slow things down a little."
He retired to the bathroon to dispose of the condom leaving me shaking and jerking on the bed. Almost on the verge of tears but I couldn't understand why all of these emotions were exploding inside of me.
He came back into the room to find me shivering in an almost feotal position. I was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was and so forced myself to convert the howl I was about to admit into a laugh. To laugh at how ridiculous this must all look.
He settled back down on the bed next to me. I wouldn't have blamed him for just throwing me my clothes and telling me to get dressed and get out but he didn't. He stroked my skin softly and I began to do the same to him. He was still erect and I wanted desperately for him to know that whatever had just happened was some weird fucked up physical reaction inside of me and not something he had done to freak me out. So I started to pay with his cock again and found that as I did I felt myself calm down.
He lay back on the bed again and took him in my mouth and started to suck him off again. Only pausing to kiss his thighs or lick and suck gently at his balls. His hands in my hair again, whispering words of encouragement I worked at his beautiful penis until he started to tug at it himself. Not being experienced I pulled back not realising it meant he was about to come. Not until he told me anyway.
As he stroked I licked and kissed at its tip and then when I somehow knew it was the right moment I enveloped it in my mouth and he came. Shocked most of it spilt straight back out and covered his cock and balls. I set to milking the rest of it from his still hard twitching cock and then made sure I licked and kissed every drop I'd spilt from his smooth skin. Still taking him in mouth gently from time to time.
Eventually, my fingers playing gently with his now softening cock I lay next to him and draped my legs across his manly torso. Felt his fingers affectionately tickling my smooth legs. I hugged him and felt safe in his strong arms, kissing his neck lightly, enjoying this unexpected moment of affection between us. I hadn't come myself nor did I feel like I needed to. In a lot of ways it was perfect that I hadn't. I was still erect and aroused but I felt satisfied too. I could have happily fallen asleep in his arms.
We lay there for a while before I became aware of the time and realised I would need to leave. I said so a couple of times but I couldn't bring myself to extricate myself from his warm strong hairy body and I just found myself circling my fingers on his chest again within moments of stating my intention to go. Which finally I had to.
I retired to the bathroom to clean up and change back from Amber. I felt strangely confident stood naked in front of him in just a bra. Totally unaware of my penis, still hard, and somehow feeling feminine despite how ragged I probably looked.
I changed and left soon afterwards, keeping my eyes down on the bus journey home in case I hadn't managed to remove all of my eye make-up and someone might guess what I was and what I had been doing.
Once home I unpacked and threw my clothes into the washing machine before having a shower.
Only then did I finally touch myself and come. Weirdly it felt wrong to be even doing that removed from the situation.
