Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2008 23:08:31 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: One of those things M/M C/D TV

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One of those things


It was. Really, that's what it was -- `just one of those things.'

It'd started with one of my stories being used on nifty.org

A fella sent me an email, in response to it, as it happens, a really fit
fella, with washboard stomach and impressive shoulders and pecs. That'd
been sent in answer to my response to his email, saying how he liked my
story. A nice thing to say.

I say all that that, as he sent me a pic of himself, albeit the face and
background were obscured. But, `oh wow, that body.'

Then he'd gone on to say how much he'd like to meet: and, `where did I
live?'

So anyways, I'd told him that I lived in the North West of England.

The pity was, he lived in Chicago. But, I'd sent the stories he'd asked for
in my return email; then as an afterthought, attached a few of my best en
femme pics.

In the next email I received, he'd said he liked them; and how he'd like to
slide his hand up the back of my short tartan skirt, his hands on my
buttocks, encased in tights, cleaved in two by my pretty lilac panties.

I'd liked that idea and told him so.

And, over weeks, the flirtation continued.

I enjoyed flirting with him, as a girly-slut.

I'd really enjoyed it.

Then all of a sudden, it was like I didn't hear from him, in ages.

That is, until a few nights ago, when he had surprised me, with an email he
had sent from an Internet café: `Hi! I'm in England for a week, or so. Do
get in touch, if you want to hook up!?!'

First off, I'd wanted to kick myself, for not having a looksee at my email
before then.  And, at the same time I thought, `... a week?'  Would he
still be somewhere he could view a reply.

I'd be getting hard inside my panties, as I read his invite; and, as I
considered m next move, my left hand slide inside my shirt, to tease my
nipple, which hardened quickly with my gentle touch, with ended, I had
decided what to do.

So many "if's", "but's" and "maybe's".  Yet, I'd had to try.  And, sure
enough I'd got a reply.

"So you want to meet! Great! Where, when??"

Now, I'm not convincing, I know; but I am willing.

I'd be more than willing to dress, to please, then kneel to take what he
wanted to give.

And, that is what I had told him; that and the name of a hotel in Liverpool
where we could meet.

All of which brings me to the other day and walking up the steps of the
Adelphi, a bag with my thing's in and very conscious of the time.

He'd said 14:00, so prompt there I was on his doorstep, having had the
young vacuous blonde on the desk buzz up to his room.

I knocked on the door, a little nervous.

He would be my first, in awhile: I wanted to enjoy the moment, every moment
of it.

The door had opened and there he was, a demi-God.

Well, okay I'm going over-the-top. But fuck, was he fit!

His face was a match for the body I'd already seen. And with chiselled
features, curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes, he melted me, to my
loins.

"Name's Glynn," he'd said with an accent I recognized from a thousand tv
cop show: and, he had caressed my left cheek, as he closed the door.

"My names Neil," I had said, offering my hand.

He had taken it and shaken my with a firm, warm grip. I had liked him,
immediately.

I had to ask.

"Please," I'd begun in a soft voice, "when you fuck me, will you call me
Wendy."

It's what Tina the ex had called me, when she'd dressed me, to please her.

She had shown me how much I like to be penetrated. Then she had left me,
for a younger version of myself, saying I wasn't the right man for
her. Shit, I am the girly-slut she made me!

Girly-slut. Waiting, to be fucked. And, here I was I'd thought, with a Man,
a Real Man, who was going to fuck me, with his manhood. I wished, for a
moment, that the ex could be a fly on the wall; to see how much I'd enjoy
the lessons she'd taught me.

"Of course," he had said with a smile, "if that's what you'd like. Now do
come through."

Glynn had led me through to a lounge area then walked towards a drinks
cabinet.

"You'd mentioned you like bourbon..." he had said, passing me a glass of
amber nectar, which I'd downed, in one.

"My my..." he had said, with a smile, "you are eager."

I had been. Of that there could be no doubt.

"I want this," I had responded, running my right hand over the growing
bulge in his jeans.

Then I had blushed, as Glynn had grinned broadly.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," he had assured me, light fingers on my
lips.

I had desires needing to be quenched, so thought fast.

"You know what I want," I told him, my hand on the front of his trousers
again.  "But, I came here to dress for you, before you fuck me. Can I go
get changed?"

"After hearing all that honey, all I gotta say is, don't take too long
getting ready..."

"So, which way is the bathroom?" I'd asked, eager, yet very nervous.  "Just
down the hall and second on the left, after my bedroom."

I'd blown him a kiss and made my way to the bathroom, swinging my hips, to
tease.

My heartbeat had been hammering inside my chest, sounding real loud to my
ears, as I entered the bathroom and set my shoulder bag down on the floor
next to the bath.

Opening my bag, I had got my pretty-things out and began undressing. I
looked at my reflection, as I did so, assuring myself that soon I'd be
satisfying my needs, to be taken and used. Basically, I'd wanted a fuck.

Then just a short while later, I opened the door and stepped toward him.

"How do I look?" I'd asked, giving a twirl. I had worn the white shirt, as
a blouse, my short tartan skirt panties and tights.

Arms crossed, Glynn put his thumb and forefinger to his chin, as he studied
me

"Nice, you look nice..." He had said, slowly. I'd worn a little lipstick,
but that's all and beneath the skirt, Glynn would find a surprise waiting
for him, if he looked. I'd really hoped he'd go looking.

He had drawn my face toward his. And, at first, it had just been the tip of
his tongue entering my mouth, his hands immediately on my backside.  Very
quickly it had become a full-blown kiss, his tongue entering my mouth and
searching every bit of my mouth.

I'd been very aware of his hardening against my thigh as the kiss
continued.

`He wants me,' was all I'd thought.  I was going to get what I had wanted
so much, a hard cock in my ass.

Our lips parted, saliva keeping us in contact.

"I'm looking forward to this," Glynn had said to me, as we separated.

`So am I,' I had thought.

He had taken my hand and led me across the room. He sat on the sofa and I
draped my arms around his neck, kissing the right of his neck and suckling
on his earlobe.

My skirt had risen as I sat, his erection pressing between my buttocks.

He had sighed with pleasure, which had delighted me.

I'd squirmed a little and kissed his earlobe, then blown gently in his ear,
and gyrated my buttocks.

His erection was pressing hard into me.

Our lips met again, as we embraced.

In turn, he'd groaned and his left hand reached up my skirt to cup my left
buttock.

That's when he'd found the hole I'd cut, in the back of the tights, for his
ease of access.  And, so I didn't have to undress and show anymore than I'd
need to.

Slowly his left hand had slid up my nylon-covered thigh, across my buttock,
fingers tracing across my naked flesh and with the delight of anticipation
my heartbeat even faster.

Those delightful fingers had edged the gusset aside moved toward my
puckered anus.

Then as those questing digits eased aside the panties gusset Glynn found
out that I had used enough Vaseline, to open up easily, for him.

I had held him tighter, as they had entered me, two fingers, two knuckles
deep: and my mind had whirled with pleasure.

`He had entered me'.

As his fingers slid back and forth I'd gasped against his lips.

Groaning with pleasure, I had run my hands over his chest, pressing my lips
to his, eager to prove myself and satisfy his needs: and, therefore my own.

That kiss had been all-electric; and all that I'd wanted and more expected.
His lips had opened against mine and his tongue entered, taking possession
of my mouth; the duelling of soft moist tongue against tongue began.

Good though it was, it hadn't been what I needed.

I had dressed to please: dressed, to be fucked.

Breathless, I'd drawn away from his arms.

"You're hard," I had said to him, quite unnecessarily. He had just grinned,
as I'd unlaced my arms from around his neck.

He had continued to grin, as I undid the zip to his trousers. Then I had
eased them down to his ankles, prior to gently removing his underwear,
pleased to learn that his manhood matched the rest of his impressive
physique.

I'd stroked it, looking at it with real desire, as I took it in my hands.

I'd straddled him, looking directly into his eyes, as I held the gusset
aside with one hand, his cut eight, or nine inches, I lowered myself down,
thankful that I'd lubed myself well, before leaving the bathroom.

Even so, it had hurt. That initial penetration, as slowly eased inside me
and opened me up was quite something and I'd screamed, with almost girlish
pleasure, as he'd filled me.  I'd loved it.

Glynn had groaned aloud, in tempo with me, as I rose and fell, my hands on
his chest for support.

Soon, I'd had my head back, eyes closed, rapt in the sensations I could
create as I tightened the muscles in my ass, against this welcome intruder.

"This is good Wendy.. so tight.. so warm."  He'd said it, as he fucked me,
Glynn had used my femme name.

The pleasure had been intense; and I'd been quite wild-eyed. It'd been all
I wanted and more.

Suddenly he'd thrust up hard; hitting something, sending sparks into the
back of my eyes. That's when I'd gripped at the bulge in my panties and
groaned, as I soaked them with my own ejaculate; and at that moment my
muscles around his erection contracted.

Then, I felt his thigh's tremble and he was bucking beneath me, almost as
if he were trying to throw me off.

That is when I felt Glynn's thigh's tremble,

"Cummming..." he had exclaimed.

It had been all he'd needed to send him over the edge.

And, as pulse after pulse of his seed flooded my bowel, I'd thrown my arms
round Glynn's broad shoulders, as I kissed him.  "That was beautiful," I'd
murmured in his ear, "just beautiful."

And, I'd groaned with disappointment, as he wilted inside me.  But, his
passionate kisses of sweet affection had made up for that.

And, as I'd knelt there, it'd `felt' the right thing, to lick him clean
slowly. So, I'd licked him clean, ever-so-slowly.

Eventually I'd paused log enough to ask him a question.

"How long have you got the room for? I need you inside me again..."

"Heck," he'd said with a smile, "I've got the place for a week."