Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2006 16:14:44 +0100
From: Rachel Saunders <rejs7@hotmail.com>
Subject: In the Small Hours

As I lay there I thought about the previous week. I had met her online the
previous week, chatting to her on MSN video. The first thing I did was make
her laugh with all the silly jokes I had learnt. I always used comedy as an
ice breaker and when I saw her on cam for the first time I was smitten. Her
laugh was so infectious and every time she giggled a piece of my heart went
out to her. I had always been cautious about meeting people as I was not a
100% about my own sexuality.

"Connie I really want to meet up with you, just for a drink and a chat."

She was making it hard for me to resist.

"I'm coming into town on business on Friday so we can meet up and you can
show me the best places to go."

She was confident, sexy, and forward. I gave my acquiescence not quite
knowing what I let myself in for. The smile on her face more that made up
for any misgiving.

"I'll wear something nice on Friday babe... hehehe"

That laugher... I went silent for a few moments as I felt the butterflies
start in my stomach. Oh what a sign.

"It will be fun I promise, and we don't have to do anything major" she said
with a devilish grin. She was so charismatic is hurt at times.

I sat there for the rest of the evening in a daze and our conversation
flowed so easily. My heart was slowly melting after years of rejection
which felt amazing and scary.

"You know something... it's been a while since anyone has made me laugh
this hard sweety" she grinned back over the web cam.

"I love comedy and seeing you laugh is such a beautiful thing." I felt
scared and elated all in one go.

I hardly got any sleep that night as my mind played out the scenario's that
could happen over the weekend. I was worried that she might be scared off
or that she might come onto me or that one of a million other things might
happen.

On the Thursday I invited her to stay at my place and save her the cost of
a hotel, to which she agreed.



Friday morning was a flurry of house work for me. I had taken the week off
to sort out a business venture and the bedroom and lounge were littered
with paper work. My tummy continued to get butterflies as the time of her
arrival neared.

Ding Dong

I jumped out of my skin with nerves at the sound of the bell. When I let
her in I was shaking as we briefly hugged.

"Wow this is such a cool house; I really like the Victorian decor."

I blushed at the compliment for no reason.

"And you look radiant today as well. It's so nice to see you in the flesh
at last. I had such a rushed day you wouldn't believe."

"Well... what would you like to drink? I have tea, coffee, wine..." I
didn't get any further as our eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity.

"Umm... wine will be fine." She bit her lip in a very cute manner. I felt a
rush of blood and hormones. Looking down I saw her overnight bag and shook
my head.

"Silly me – let me take you bag up to the spare room"

"Oh... ok."

Was that a look of disappointment in her eyes?

I took her up to my spare room which was at the back of the house. The
double bed had fresh linen on it which hadn't seen the light of day for
years. As I put the bag down she reached down and tried to get into one of
the side pockets. Our hands touched for a brief moment and a spark passed
between us. Again our eyes came together. No-one had ever had this effect
on me before. I was 29 years old and now this young woman seemed to be
igniting my inner soul. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

"So what are we having for dinner?" her soft voice almost whispered.

"Oh... well... I thought about doing a pasta dish – is that ok with you?" I
sat on the bed next to her.

She looked straight into my eyes, and a feeling of lust began to well up
inside of me. Yet at the same time something at the back of my mind was
yelling for me to go no further.

"Pasta will be fine hon." The sultry tones were laden with desire. Each
nuance, each inflection, and each subtle change seemed to stoke the furnace
that was building inside of me.

"I am so exhausted from running around all day, is it ok if I take my
jacket off?"

For the first time since she had arrived I actually noticed what she was
wearing. It was a very smart black business suit with a short black skirt
and soft pink blouse. Her skin was so pale and was a perfect contrast to my
own. I nodded without thinking, and as she took it off I admired every
detail of her figure. She was only 25 and she had curves in all the right
places. She caught me looking and a look of pure lust came into her eyes.

"Do you like what you see?" she said teasingly.

I could only nod and look away. Thankfully the blush on my cheeks didn't
show.

She reached forward and placed her hand on mine. This time I took a sharp
breath in surprise as her desire passed over into me. She leaned forward
slightly in anticipation, as I let out a ragged breath. I closed my eyes
and after what seemed like an eternity our lips met. She took the lead as
gently she pulled me into the embrace. The very act of submission filled me
with even more lust.

"Connie you are so beautiful" she whispered in my ear.

Now it was my turn to bite my lip.

She kissed my neck above my strappy top and little fire crackers started to
go off in my stomach and thighs. Fire started to spread to my groin as my
passion flared into an inferno.

She pushed me back onto the bed in her desire to explore my body. I felt
wanton, yet still scared about what this meant for my sexuality. Her hand
softly ran over my taught stomach that I had spent years toning, each touch
electric. She knew what she was doing as she reached behind me and undid my
bra under my top. Soon my top and bra were on the floor as she continued to
kiss downwards towards my tummy. Those little butterflies making me moaning
ecstasy and passion then she heightened it by caressing my nipples.

"You have an amazing figure, and your breasts are so nice to touch." I was
in too much of a daze to really take it in. No-one seemed to pay me any
attention, yet this nymph of pleasure seemed to be captivated by me.

I moaned as the first waves of a mini orgasm hit me. She looked me direct
in the eyes and smiled. Licking her lips she then kissed my nipples and my
whole body erupted in spasms of pleasure. Nothing could have prepared me
for what happened next. For somewhere deep within my soul an eruption of
pleasure overwhelmed me. It was beautiful, intense, and sublime. I think I
blacked out as the next thing I remember was her sitting next to me
stroking my hair and holding my hand.

"How long was I out for?" I murmured

"Only for a few minute – you look like an angel when you're sleeping." She
kissed me on the forehead.

After a while I remembered that I had some dinner to make. Smiling I slowly
started to put on my bra. She helped me do the clasp at the back and then
picked up my top. The deep red contrasted with her skin, and made me giggle
for no reason.

"Oh Kate that was beyond words; I have never experienced anything like that
before."

Now it was her turn to blush.

"I... I just feel like I have a connection with you Connie. I have been
through so much in the last four years that to finally meet someone who
isn't freaked out by me is such a wonderful feeling." A small tear trickled
down her cheek.

I sat up and gave her a huge hug. It was not easy for her being a
transsexual, especially because she was still pre-op. That was why I was
still a little nervous about this whole situation. I had gone off men
completely since my rape seven years previously, and to find such an
amazing woman as Kate was a miracle. That she had a penis between her legs
complicated the issue for me as I didn't know how I was going to react.

"Kate, darling, you are such an amazing person. You're smart, engaging, and
you have strengths that most people don't. You have your own business, and
you are a success. I think you are wonderful, simple as that." She smiled a
very coy smile and stood up. Offering me her hand she helped me to her
feet. We hugged for a long time, and then went downstairs to start on
dinner.



Over dinner we discussed what we were going to do that evening. I suggested
that we do a couple of the bars in town then maybe go to a club. She gave
me a tired look that suggested otherwise.

"Umm... I would much rather just stay in and chat if that's ok. I am zoned
out from running around all day." She bit her lip again in a nervous way
this time.

"Ok, that's not a problem. I have a nice bottle of wine in the fridge – do
you like Chardonnay?"

"I love it" she smiled the most adorable smile. "I must say that this meal
is delicious – I can't cook to save my life. I usually live off ready meals
and take away junk."

Now it was my turn to smile.

"My mum taught me to cook when my dad left so that I could cook when she
worked nights. I can make just about anything that takes your fancy."

She giggled and raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds like you're quite a catch. You cook, have your own house and car,
and you have such a cool personality. Why hasn't someone snatched you up
before?"

I pondered that for a few seconds.

"Well I always get nervous around new people; I find new situations awkward
and difficult. You seemed to have brought all my barriers down, and it
feels wonderful and scary at the same time."

She reached over and held my hand. This was new and exciting feeling. Her
hands were so soft, and I felt like I wanted to hold it forever.

"Connie you are the sort of person I have spent my whole life looking
for. I have only known you for a week yet I feel like I have known you for
years. I have felt rejected by most people throughout my adult life because
of my transition, and you seem to feel at ease with my whole persona."

She dropped her gaze, almost in shame. I studied her for a few moments. I
felt a wave of forlorn hope coming from her. Here was a woman who had the
courage to face her inner demons and overcome them. She was beautiful and
above all shone like a beacon for me. I stood up from the table and
beckoned her to follow me. As she stood up I took her hand and let her to
the living room. I sat her on my sofa and knelt in front of her.

"Kate when I look at you I see a woman who I admire, who I think has taken
on the world and won, and who I fancy the pants off".

She looked deep into my brown eyes, her own green eyes shimmering in the
late summer sunset reflected in the window. Leaning forward she replied
with a deep and passionate kiss.

"Wow. You give the best kisses. Do you fancy dessert?"

She simply looked at me with a look of pure desire and lust.

"I know what I fancy for dessert and it's not on any menu." The come hither
tone and raised eyebrow sealed it for me. This time I had no qualms. I
stood up and drew the curtains and the room darkened. Looking in my bag I
found my lighter and lit four candles on top of the mantle piece. When I
turned around she was behind me, her arms wrapped themselves hungrily
around my waste.

"This is not what I had planned you know. I only wanted to stay and get to
know you." Her voice became huskier as she became more turned on.

"Neither did I – I had simply planned dinner and a night out..."

Words seemed to be inadequate at that moment as she started to kiss my
neck. She moved strands of my black hair out of the way as gently she
kissed my erogenous zones behind my ear. Each kiss made me arch my back in
ecstatic pleasure. This time it was me who took my top off. The feeling of
her hands exploring my torso made me want to pounce on her. I tilted my
head to one side as she explored the whole area with her lips.

"Ah Katie..." I moaned in pleasure. It spurred her on.

I gently turned around in her embrace, my half closed eyes drinking in her
features. Her red hair seemed alive as the candle light danced in the
draft. We dropped to the faux fur rug on my floor, our bodies gradually
entwining in a sensual embrace.

"Your touch is sooo electric... your passion is driving me crazy".

She purred like a cat as I started to unbutton her shirt and caress her
skin. I wanted to take this slowly and gradually as she was my first. My
figure accidentally brushed her nipple and she arched her back in delight.

"Oh yes... ahhhh"

She shed her shirt revealing a pink satin bra. Her pert breasts nestled
snugly. I had never been this close to another woman before, and her scent
was intoxicating. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, the soft orbs
of her breasts barely moved. Feeling slightly jealous I ran my thumb over
her left nipple. The reaction was almost animalistic. She arched her back
and a sound like a tiger emerged from the back of her throat.

"You... don't...know... how good that is" she breathed.

As I continued to caress her I marvelled at her figure. It was plumper than
my own, but so soft. She has a birthmark on her hip, a small oval. My
kisses centred on her tummy and breasts. I had no yard stick to measure
from so I played it by ear. She seemed to like having her lower torso
kissed the most.

"Ah Connie, this is soooo intense... No-one has ever made me feel like
this... please don't stop"

So I didn't. The more turned on she got the higher pitched she seemed to
get. This time I started at her ankles. I undid the strap of her right shoe
and caressed her ankle. I moved to the left and did the same. On the left
one I got a moan of pleasure. Caressing her left sole she went into spasms
of rapture after about 20 seconds that I felt wash over me. It was intense,
passionate, and simply wonderful. She let out a moan that turned into a
scream which she buried in the rug. I reached up and got a cushion for her.

"Wow... Where did that come from?" She looked at me with a look of lust
mixed with utter satisfaction.

"I want you so badly" she moaned as I resumed my caressing.

I felt a flood wet my knickers. I never masturbated, never touched myself
for fear of what it might awaken, but this wanton beauty was sparking
something inside of me that needed to be sated.

We shed the rest of our clothing in a sensual striptease, and for the first
time in seven years another person saw me naked. I looked at Kate with
renewed lust. Her figure was womanly... and her penis strangely
compelling. She looked at me was fire in her eyes, and we connected on the
most primal level possible.

"Please don't hurt me" I whispered.

"I will be as gentle as possible" she said caringly.

We embraced in the most intimate way possible, her breast touching mine as
time seemed to fade. We lay side-by-side as she made me feel like the only
woman on the planet. I felt her hardness between my legs, its warmth
pulsating on my thigh. I pushed the flashbacks to the back on my mind.

"I'm ready; please make me yours darkling"

She sat up with her back against the sofa. Beckoning she had me lower
myself onto her. Slowly, oh so slowly I let her into the one place I never
thought possible and it hurt. By the time she was all the way in I was able
to look straight into her eyes. What I saw was a woman, Kate... and I
wanted to be hers forever. And I saw tears in her eyes.

"Connie I thought I would be rejected forever. This is such a strange
moment for me... it feel so nice, like I am connected to your soul."

I put my fingers to her lips then kissed her with all the passion I felt
deep inside. As we made love I discovered thing about my body I never
thought were possible. She was big enough to satisfy me, but not to hurt
too much. I must have had three or four mini orgasms before I felt her
build up towards her climax. Slowing the rhythm I squeezed as hard as I
could with my vaginal muscles.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh" she moaned in absolute pleasure.

I screamed as my whole body exploded in the most intense orgasm I have ever
had. I pulled my angel close to me as wave after wave of the most fantastic
feelings drowned out seven years of pain. The feeling of her cum inside of
me barely registered as she too writhed in our embrace. Our combined
pleasure seemed to rock the universe as we collapsed on the rug in each
others arms. A feeling of utter love swept over me when I at last opened my
eyes and saw her asleep in my arms.



We must have laid there for hours exploring each others bodies before we
climbed the stairs to my room. I gently laid her down on the sheets and
pulled the covers over her legs and torso. She looked so serene in the
street light. I softly walked over to my dresser and took out a
cigarette. In the darkness I stood and lit the cigarette, the street light
catching the curls of smoke. The orange glow caught my skin with each
contour highlighted. She lay asleep on my crimson sheets, soft breaths
sweet music to my ears. I watched her for a while as I drew the last drags
then stubbed it out. She was my first, and deep down inside I hoped my
last. There was something about this lithe angel that drew me to her, and
like a moth to a flame I willing came. In all my years I had never
experienced a woman like her.

"Connie come back to bed, I'm getting cold"

Her soft tones shook me out of my reverie. I smiled softly as I padded back
to bed and climbed under the cotton covers. Her arms sought my chest as she
snuggled into me; the alabaster white of her arms contrasted my own coca.
She felt so inviting as she purred softly and fell back to sleep.



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