0 comments/ 24014 views/ 1 favorites A One Night Stand By: baldrick The story I'm about to tell is true. None of the names are real, and some information is omitted in order to protect the innocent. There is nothing particularly weird about this story. I'm telling it simply because as it was happening I was in a state of absolute amazement because I never thought anything like this would happen to me. Yes, this is about a sexual encounter. More specifically it is about a one-night stand with a very attractive 23-year-old college student. I'm not going to give you descriptions like 'my hard shaft entered her wet love muffin and slid in and out slowly bringing her to the brink of an incredible orgasm.' I'm going to describe the sex in a matter-of-fact way. I will leave the rest up to your imaginations. While it is true that the following will describe the only one-night stand I have had, it does not describe the only sexual encounter I have had. I have had sex with a total of seven girls. Six of those girls were either my girlfriend or someone whom I had a relationship with of some sort before we had sex. Only one was a one-night stand. For the sake of privacy the object of this tale will be called Amy, which actually is not too far from her actual name. The date was December 7, 1996. I was in Seattle for my Cousin Shelly's wedding. At the reception I was introduced to my cousin's maid of honor, Lisa, and we hit it off immediately. My brother had something to do with this. Mark, my brother, is a loud mouth, obnoxious S.O.B. He tried very hard to get down Lisa's pants but the more he tried the more he disgusted her. When Shelly introduced us it was a relief to Lisa to meet a cousin of her best friend's who was not a total prick. After the reception Lisa needed a ride home. Shelly asked me if I would drive Lisa home, and Lisa offered to buy me a drink in return for the favor. I accepted. We drove to her apartment so that she could change into something more comfortable. Her apartment was nothing more than a studio with a bathroom, a kitchen, and a room about the size of a master bedroom in an average house. I was beginning to get the feeling that I may get lucky. It did seem as though she was being very flirtatious. After all I was standing in her apartment after a wedding reception. Sadly I was disappointed. She told me about her boy friend and promised that he would join us later at the bar across the street. My horny little mind made me mistake her warmth for flirting. I quickly recovered and off we went to the bar. On the way down the stairs of her building I sliced my finger on the banister. We went back to her apartment to apply first aid. While applying the first aid Lisa's boyfriend appeared and we were introduced. Once I was all patched up we went across the street to the bar, a little rock and roll joint called Yosemite Sam's. After ordering a coke I was introduced to some of her friends. I felt very welcome and very soon was feeling very social. Lisa soon introduced me to two girls. They were both very attractive. One of them had long auburn hair and a very nice body. She smoked Camel cigarettes and could cuss like a sailor. Her name was Edith. The other had dark brown hair that was very thick and was cut to the bottom of her neck. She had a very pretty face and a lovely body. Her name was Amy. We immediately hit it off and I sat down with them in their booth. We danced, played pool and chatted until it was closing time. Amy suddenly announced that I was invited to an after hours party at Edith's house. She had invited half of the people in the bar, including the band, so I did not feel very special. As it turned out nobody but Amy, Edith, and myself showed up, so it was just the three of us. By this time it was well passed two in the morning and we decided to go to a local all night restaurant for a late night meal. Of course the conversation turned to sex, and through the whole meal I was fighting a raging hard on. I suddenly began to feel as though I might score with one or both of these girls. Amy was much more flirtatious than Edith was, and after a while I started to see my chances dwindling. After our meal we all headed back to Edith's place for some more late night conversation. I was delighted to be talking to two very attractive girls that I hardly knew. Amy and I continued to flirt and after a while Edith felt like a fifth wheel. At about Three-thirty in the morning Edith told us we were welcome to stay the night and that she was going to bed. We bid her good night and continued our conversation. So there we were, alone on Edith's couch, and suddenly there was that moment of truth. That moment when it seems as though the opportunity to move is ripe, yet there is the chance that you will get slapped. At the same time there is a great deal of pressure, because if the girl you are sitting alone with on Edith's couch is waiting for you to make a move, and you don't she will think that you don't have the balls to move, or that you are gay. To my astonishment I made a move. With out any warning I slid across the couch until I was right next to her, kissed her on the mouth, parted her lips, and moved my tongue to hers. She responded by shoving her tongue into my mouth and we began a long and frantic make-out session. I moved my hands all over her back, shoulders and sides. I moved closer and closer to her breasts until finally my wrists were brushing the sides of them. When she suddenly moved her chest so that my hand was completely cupping her left breast I let my hands roam free and they moved all over her breasts. I grew bolder as the heat between us intensified. Soon my hand was under her sweater, over her bra, then under her bra. I reached behind her and fumbled with her bra clasp, until she finally reached back and undid it herself. I pushed her sweater and bra out of the way and enjoyed the feel of her erect nipples against my palms. Soon I was sucking on them. I was so horny at this point that I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants. I was very nervous, which was evidenced by my trembling hands. I could not believe what was happening. Some of you out there may be used to the one-night stand experience, but this was completely new to me. Here I was sucking on the softball sized breasts of someone whom a few hours before I had never met. To add to my amazement she was very attractive, and extremely willing. Feeling very brave, and confident that I was free to do so, I moved my hands to her belt buckle and began to unfasten her belt. Everything came to a screeching halt when suddenly she stopped my hands from their busy work and said "Whoa Turbo." I immediately went into a tirade of apologies. I was so embarrassed for having tried to push this lovely creature into performing an act that she was not willing to perform. She calmed me down, and explained that I was just moving too fast. She further explained that she doesn't really know me and that my actions were perfectly acceptable given the circumstances. Before long we were making out again and eventually I started fondling her breasts again. I paid special attention to her nipples, and consoled myself with the knowledge that a make-out session and some breast play was more than I had expected to get when I woke up that day. Our passion level continued to climb, and she grabbed me by the head and said, "You are so sexy." At this point I was grinding my pelvis into hers. The Levi Loving must have really stirred her up because she withdrew her lips from mine and said, "What I meant to say was go Speed Racer Go." With that I began tearing her clothes off. In a hushed and frantic voice she suggested we move to the floor in front of Edith's Christmas tree where we would have more room. The realization that I was about to have the kind of sex I thought I could only fantasize about was electrifying me. My trembling was almost uncontrollable as I undid her belt, unzipped her pants, and slipped them of her hips and on to the floor. She lay down in front of me wearing only her skimpy white cotton panties. I slid them off of her and spread her legs. I performed the most frenzied oral sex on her. I dove in with my nose, tongue, and lips. She tasted good. I was thankful that she did not have a smelly vagina, and I lapped up every drop of her juice that I could. What I really enjoyed was the way her hips writhed. It was almost difficult to stay latched on because of the rapidity with which she moved her pelvis. I was determined to hold on and before long she could not handle the intensity of it. She pulled me up from her nether regions and undid my belt, and unzipped my pants. Together we pushed them down to my knees. She lay back and opened her legs for me. I thrust my penis into her and to my horror came inside her upon entering. I again went into a tirade of apologies, and she asked in a disappointed tone what had happened, already knowing the answer. I continued to thrust my penis inside her and prayed that it would stay hard. Over and over again I pleaded with my Penis to stay hard. To my relief it did, and with building confidence I quickened the pace of my thrusting. Her body moved under mine as she responded to my movements. To my further astonishment she started to cum. Her subdued screams were exciting me. I worried that the volume of her screams would wake Edith, but there was nothing that I could do. I lasted for 10 minutes and brought her to what she later told me was two more orgasms. After I came once again I collapsed beside her. She complimented me on my endurance, and asked me why I apologized at first. I told her the truth, and she laughed. She also told me that she would have killed me if I hadn't remained hard. I stripped the rest of my clothes off and we sat up facing each other with our legs on top of one another. We chatted for a few minutes, before she bent down and took the tip of my hardening penis into her mouth. It instantly perked up again, and I braced myself for a blowjob. To my chagrin she did not continue to suck me off. She must have tasted her own juices and been some what grossed out. As an alternative she offered to fuck me any way I pleased. I had once watched a soft porno flick where the women laid on her belly while the man lay on top of her and entered her from behind. I suggested this position and she accepted. I'll never forget her laying on her belly with her perfect ass raised slightly into the air, awaiting my penis. I slipped my penis into her vagina, and slowly thrust into her from behind. We transitioned into doggy-style where I was able to bring her to orgasm once again. Because I had already cum the first time we fucked I knew it would be a while before I would cum again. I knew this as a result of my previous sexual experiences with earlier girl friends. I used this opportunity to try all of the positions I had always wanted to try. My favorite of course was her on top of me. She sat straight up as she moved her hips over mine. The sensation was great. What blew my mind is when she reached behind and fondled my testicles. We screwed in a variety of positions until almost seven in the morning. After we had had enough sex I kissed her good bye and went back to my Aunt's house where I was staying. I saw her the next night, but the conversation was lacking and she had to go to work so there was no time for another fuck session. I boarded a plane the next day and flew home, never to see her again. It was the most erotic moment of my life thus far. I will never forget it. A One Night Stand I stared at him as he sat across the room deep in conversation with his friends. I wondered if he could feel me watching him, I felt like my eyes were literally glued on their conversation. This was getting out of control. I found him so attractive at that moment I would have done anything he wanted, all he had to do was ask. Of course he never did. I did a good job of pretending. I didn't really want to leave my boyfriend. I loved him with all of my heart. But there was something about Leo that just got to me. He made me nervous, but in a good way. It was the kind of nervous you feel around a high school crush, butterflies, light headed, the whole works. I didn't even know him. Of course I had talked with him a few times, we had exchanged witty conversation and a few long stares, but really I didn't know him at all. What was it about this guy that just made me want to jump him whenever I saw him? Was it something about wanting what you can't have? Was that it? That would make everything so much easier if it was. I never intended to hurt Jake. He treated me like I was some sort of princess, his ideal, his dream… but in my dreams I kept seeing Leo. I wondered if a harmless fling would get this feeling out of my system and I looked at Jake sitting next to me. "Jake baby, I see someone I know over there. I'll be right back, order me another Jack and Diet?" I knew what I was about to do was dangerous but I just couldn't sit there anymore. I had to know. I walked slowly over to him. I could feel my heart beating faster as I drew closer. Jesus… what was all of this about? "Leo!" I called as I came in closer to their table. I conjured up the biggest smile I had in my arsenal and proceeded to give him a hug. As I wrapped my arms slowly around his body I savored the way he felt in my arms. It was just occurring to me how much I wanted this to happen. I sat and joined the conversation for a few minutes. Leo and I flirted as usual, in a harmless way, I wondered sometimes how serious he was… I wanted him to be… could he be? Finally I had had enough. His closeness was distracting and I could feel my intelligent conversation waning in his presence. I had to keep up the act after all. I said my good-byes walked back over to Jake. I took my freshly ordered Jack and Diet Coke in my hands and gulped at it, wanting to stop lusting for Leo but at the same time needing to be there feeling his presence. I looked at Jake again. He always told me that I was the most beautiful girl he had ever dated. I believed him, but I didn't see it in myself. I had always been self conscious of my full breasts. I was an early developer and my large C cups drew scrutiny from the cruel sixth grade boys. I always tried to mask their fullness, Jake told me it was to no avail however. I had always been a lanky kid so when I matured to womanhood at such a young age it changed me. I looked down at my breasts now. In the silk blouse I could faintly make out the lines of my lace bra. I wore this shirt for Jake. It was his favorite. He loved the way the unbuttoned blouse jut barely let him catch a glimpse of my cleavage. It always made me self-conscious though. I looked at Jake who was now staring at me. I cold see the love in his eyes. He was a beautiful man. Everything I could have ever wanted in a best friend and partner… and yet Leo still lurked in the back of my mind somewhere. "You ready to take off Greenlee?" Jake asked me casually. "Not yet babe. But I have an idea, why don't you take off for home. I'll meet you there. I just have a few things to take care of here." I lied so easily to him. I was almost ashamed… almost. Jake accepted my proposal and got up to leave. I sat at the empty table collecting my thoughts when I felt a hand slide over my shoulder. I looked up and froze. It was Leo. "Leo, hey…" I was speechless, suddenly unaware of everything that surrounded me. The butterflies were returning… Oh God… "Hey honey. My friends decided to bail on me. I guess we're both here alone, eh?" I looked at him. God every inch of me wanted him at that moment. I just couldn't act on it… I couldn't. It was almost as if Leo could sense my attraction and my inability to act. He grabbed my hand softly and led me to his car. I couldn't resist him and followed. He had parked in an ally nearby the bar where we had spent the evening. It was eerily deserted. He opened the door and helped me in as he circled around to the driver's side and entered the car himself. We looked at each other and I had to look away. The chemistry in that car was unbearable. I felt him gently tough the side of my neck. He traced my ear and then ran his fingers slowly down to my shoulder. I felt tingly… I was beginning to lose any sense of reality. He slowly ran his hand down the front of my blouse and before I felt anything he had successfully unbuttoned it down to my navel. My breasts were heaving in the black lace bra that I had ironically worn for Jake's benefit. Slowly he took each of my breasts in his hands, gently running his fingers in circles over the surface of my breast, careful to avoid contact with my nipples. I turned to face him then and looked at him. I had never felt an attraction to anyone as intense as the electricity between Leo and I. He started to run his fingers gently down from my breasts over my stomach, touching every inch of me. He reached behind me and unzipped my short black skirt. I shimmied out of the contraption and faced him now wearing only the unbuttoned silk blouse and the black lace bra. He ran his hands up and down my legs stopping slightly where they met making me ache for him to go further. He bent down and began to run his tongue over my clit. I watched then as he undressed himself in front of me and my body began to ache for him even more. I ran my eyes over his entire body. Slowly I began to touch him. I traced my fingers down his stomach to his hard cock. Slowly I ran my fingers over the head of his cock in small circles wanting desperately to feel him in me. I bent down and started to take him into my warm inviting mouth. I began slowly encircling his shaft with my tongue as I took him in my mouth. I ran my tongue faster around him as I began to take him further and further into me. I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed to be close to him. He gently touched my face directing me to lay back against the door. I did as I was told and he slid on top of me. I could feel his hardness pressed against my stomach and ached for him to enter me hard. It was as if Leo had read my mind. He slid his hard cock into me until I could feel all of him. He drove himself into me and I couldn't believe how much I wanted him. He started out gently driving himself into me until I begged him to go harder and faster. As if finally hearing my pleas he flipped me over onto all fours. He entered me then as I knelt there on the seat of the car and began pounding hard inside of me. When he finally came we were both exhausted. I had almost forgotten that we were still in his car parked in the ally and I wondered if anybody had witnessed what had just happened. I had never been so wrapped up in the moment. I looked up at Leo who was resting on top of me. I couldn't say a word. We both knew that what had happened between us would never happen again and as I looked at him I was kind of saddened by it. "You'd better get home to Jake" Leo stated plainly as if reading my mind. "Yeah, I guess he's wondering where I am." I replied. "Look… Leo… where does this leave us?" "Right where we were before." Leo responded, "In an impossible situation." So that's the story of how I had the best sex of my life and walked away. I walked away from Leo and toward Jake. Jake was my future. I just hoped that temptation wouldn't call again. Because if it did… I'm not sure I could handle it. A One Night Stand "Hey," She said while scooting that firm ass up onto the stool, "How are you all doing?" As my gaze drifted from the smile being directed toward me, to the view being offered by the soft v-neck sweater she wore my mouth went dry, making a response close to impossible. As if sensing my predicament, she leaned over the table to whisper in my ear. Her breasts brushed my arm, and her warm breath kissed my neck, as her name came to me. "My name is Chrissi, Naomi introduced us earlier." I knew who she was; my eyes had been following her since my ex had made the introduction. We spent the entire night hidden in the shadows of the dance floor. Her body pressed up against mine. My hands taking full advantage of her tight leather clad ass. "I have to go take some of my friends home, do you want to come with us?" And as her hand caressed the front of my jeans, playing with the seams, driving me slowly mad, I heard the words I had been waiting for. "I would love to..." A soft groan slipped from my lips as she pulled my hand to her pussy and I could feel her warmth. "I want you..." She moaned as her mouth moved closer to mine. I knew that if we didn't get out of there soon, I was going to end up dragging her into the bathroom, pressing her up against a wall and fucking her in a state of frenzy, but I wanted more than that. So as I grabbed her hand, we made are way to the bar where one of my buddies was working for the night. Yelling over the demands being made for more liquor, I told Mark to call a cab for the other guys, I was heading out. He glanced over my shoulder and flashed a grin my way. "Sure thing, you all have fun now!" To my amazement, Chrissi flashed him a sexy grin, not even trying to dissuade the dirty thoughts swimming around in his head. As we rushed outside to the shelter the truck would provide, I was made painfully aware of my straining cock as she, through twists and turns I will never understand removed her sweater from beneath her long black cloak. Clamoring into the truck to escape the cold swirling around us, I reached for her warm flesh. Her lips locked onto mine with a passion I had never known before. Shedding her cloak, her hand snaked to the front of my pants, "I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice rough with the hunger her lust brought her. "I want you here and now, hot and rough. Next time we will take it slow, but right now, I need this..." And as she freed my straining cock, only to suck it up into her warm wet mouth, I could only groan in response. Our heat filled the confines of the cab. The air smelled of the musk of our arousal. I wanted nothing more than to be buried deep within her and I soon got that wish as she gave my cock one last fleeting kiss before swiftly impaling herself upon my meat. I held her to me as I turned so that she was beneath me. I had to have more, and I planned to get it. As I drilled into her, her cries filled the cab, pushing me harder, and faster. "Fuck me! Please, dear god, fuck me! Oh my god... please..." And in the thrones of her orgasm, I could feel her pussy clenching me, milking me, hungering for the cum I was filling her warm tunnel with. Yes, yes, this was exactly the kind of night I needed. (To be continued...) A One Night Stand for Tranny G The time had arrived for me to travel to see Tranny G, yet something felt different. I mentioned that HE is a soldier and really, I was never angry about the rape. It was such an experience, that I wander back to and repeat in my mind again and again, wet with the memories of the fear, the fight, the ultimate pleasure. I might as well tell you that I see myself as the happiest swinger. I have playmates and play dates, and other trips I take. Yet the two most important men are my husband and my boyfriend/girlfriend. I never knew two people could exist in my life this way yet it happened. My soldier is Chris and we e-mailed constantly about my next trip. Yet something had begun to change since my last visit. I would hear from my beloved Chris and my beloved Tranny G many times throughout the day. Last month after Tranny G and I competed for earning money sucking cock, remember she earned so much money, far more than I did! Sure, I was jealous but it quickly passed. Yet during the last month I received more and more e-mails from Chris and fewer from Tranny G. She stopped sending pictures of her new outfits and wigs, and slowly the e-mails transformed into brief sentences, then suddenly they stopped. Chris and I were e-mailing more and more and the strength of that connection helped nurse my hurt feelings. I arrived from the airport and when I entered his room, Chris sat me on the bed and told me he had news to share. He felt it unfair to do so by e-mail or phone and that I needed to hear this from him first. He told me that my beloved Tranny G had cheated on me! I tried to hold back the tears as he told me the story. I thought she loved me and needed me! She said she could not do this without me. I knew in my broken heart that what he was about to tell me was deep down what I wanted most for her - to be a confident woman who could thrive on her own without me. When did I stop helping and start enabling? I selfishly wanted her for myself but knew inside she would eventually be unfaithful to me. Chris explained that after my last visit, Tranny G existed whenever Chris did not. G came alive and Chris was slowly left behind to work full time, and he wanted to reassure me that my time with him was welcome as he needed to do something for himself. Tranny G took all his time and his pleasure away. I listened while quietly weeping, trying to grasp what seemed inconceivable at first. I know he was trying to reassure me and I had to hear the story to understand the importance. This was not about me or a means to hurt me. It was something that Tranny G had secretly wished for - a strong, protective man who would love her for her beauty and mind and accept her for herself and take care of her. It is true - every woman wants a strong man to love her and protect her and indulge her. Perfection in mind, body and soul. Tranny G with her rare qualities was a natural magnet for men, but how did she find the right man so quickly? Chris explained that G began driving for the first time, and shopping for herself, and existing among people. She never had curious stares by people who thought she was a man in drag. I knew she was a stunning, long-legged blonde beauty and an energy that entranced. I knew it took courage on her part to venture in public on her own. Chris said she went to a tranny bar alone one night, mustering all her courage and confidence. She had been at a store and she saw some guys snicker. I knew she feared she would not pass. Tranny G sat alone at the bar, occasionally sipping her drink and peeking to see the other trannies and the men in the bar. Some of the men tried to engage her in conversation but she was too nervous to speak and they slowly went away. Late that night a very tall man entered the bar. He had thick black hair, perfect jeans and ass, with a button-down white shirt exposing enough of his broad chest to drive any woman or man wild with desire. He towered well over six feet - taller than all the trannies in their spike heeled shoes. He had a presence that could not be missed as he entered the bar. Seemed the music had stopped and all eyes were on him and he strode slowly with confidence to the bar to order a drink. He seemed the only man who ordered a beer that night. He turned his back and scanned the room with his piercing dark blue eyes. All the trannies were nervous and hopeful that he would approach them. He looked to his side and saw Tranny G sitting alone at the end of the bar. All those beautiful trannies in the bar, yet he walked right over to G and sat next to her. He seemed at a loss for words as he studied her beauty and felt her soul with those eyes. She looked deeply into his eyes and smiled, entranced, as she could feel pangs of desire and her heart beating rapidly. Slowly and softly he placed his hand on hers and asked her to dance. She felt surreal and her legs turned numb as this giant perfect man wanted her and only her. A slow song played in the background and he pulled G close. She could feel the rapid beating of his heart, yet they danced slowly, bodies intertwined, to a song they could not hear. They stayed in this warm embrace, moving only slowly in circles and perfect rhythm to their bodies. They never noticed the song had stopped. His strong arms around her, her face against his chest, he slowly pulled his head up and whispered into Tranny G's ear that he wanted to kiss her! She nervously lifted her face close to his and he slowly opened his beautiful lips to touch hers. The kiss was eternal and grew with passion. Though fucked and raped by many, G had never been intimate with a man. Her first kiss by a man so perfect! Her body felt warm and her sissy cock grew large, which only made him pull her closer. The kissing so gentle, then stronger and harder. For the two of them they were the only ones in the bar. He whispered into her ear that he would love to take her for a late dinner at his place. She instinctively knew this was no ordinary man, and this was not to be a one night stand. They held arms around each other as they left the bar. Yet Tranny G had to glance back and saw the others' looks of envy as the seemingly perfect man left with her and noticed none of them. His car was expensive, his home large and lavish. She wondered if he was wealthy but did not ask. They did not ask questions that night, nor did they eat dinner. They entered the home and the chemistry so overwhelming that he picked her up in his arms as though she were a feather and carried Tranny G to his room. The kissing, dim lighting, and quiet music in the background. They explored each other's bodies with kisses and licks and hands, wanting to feel every inch of each other. The kissing was beyond anything G ever imagined, and the erotic night filled with magical new experiences. For this beautiful strong man touched her gently with soft caresses and slowly made love to her beautiful pussy ass. She had no idea how long or how many times, yet each time he came inside her she felt the warmth and pulsing as his essence filled her and leaked slowly from her body. He gently licked this away and would lay on his side, and hold her and caress her throughout the night. The dawn began to light the sky and slowly they drifted into sleep with his strong arms around her. Could this be love and what women feel? Tranny G felt a connection she had never experienced and for once in her life she was not used, but felt loved and protected. Upon waking he drove her back to her car. He promised to call her and see her again. She sat in her car, stunned by the night, a magical night she never thought possible. She quietly wept at having finally experienced what all women desire - to be made love to by the perfect man who held her and loved her for the woman she had become. Then she experienced the secret fear that all women do after a one night stand. She believed a man was perfect and all women learn in time that there is no perfect man nor is there a perfect woman. How could I ever think poorly of my beloved tranny G? I realized I had been selfish and that she found one strong man who could hold her all night. I had two most perfect men to love and hold me. Chris explained that Tranny G never heard from him again. She secretly hoped he would call and she would jump every time the phone rang. Day after day passed and she slowly realized what every woman who has ever had a one night stand feels - used and misled and depressed. What seemed so perfect to her was not, and her self-esteem had taken such a hard blow. She is new to being a woman and there are many painful experiences that must be felt to become who they are over time. Chris said I would not see Tranny G during the visit. She wanted him to simply tell me that she needed rest. He did not want to live a lie and he knew I would understand her pain. She could tell me in her own time what had happened and maybe she still needs me after all. In a way, I was grateful to Chris for telling me this story. My time spent with Chris was magic as always and the pain left and my erotic pleasures began with Chris. Chris and I talked at length about how much he and I desired to experience sex with another male. I could see the hurt in his eyes that Tranny G had been with men, but he was still a virgin. I hope next trip he and I can find a way to make that experience happen together. It was so incredible with G, I knew it would be incredible with Chris. Do you understand why I am the luckiest swinger of all? Though I did not see Tranny G on this trip, I arrived home to an e-mail from her, telling me what happened, and what she and I should do next. A One Night Stand: The Beat Goes On It's any rainy autumn night in the city. Cars swish by and splash water on the sidewalks, colored lights blur in moistened vision and the noise of the city pervades the dank air. Follow the course of water in the streets as it spins around grates and escapes away into darkness, now light and darkness again. It splashes and bubbles along, surface a dance with fat droplets driven from the sky. Now it rounds a corner and scurries across flat asphalt, spreading in an alluvial fan, glistening and gleaming in passing traffic lights. And so it winds its way passed a noisy door, leading from darkness into light. The door is held open by a hand and boisterous voices float on the air. "Come along! I will take you to heights the likes of which you've never seen! The hand holds the door and a pulse of music wafts out around it, muted then blaring as a figure moves our way. Two others move in quick succession before the hand comes out of the door. The hand is blonde, with leathery coat around his frame. He seeks the arm of the flashy lady with red slicker and high heels to match. They follow the willowy blonde in high heels and her companion, a tall lanky black haired man in jeans and bomber jacket. "This's my wheels!" says the hand. The flashy chick on his arm exclaims, "Oh, I like what you got already, Dave!" as she runs a finger along the wax by the handle. Dave opens the car and says, "Hop in." She slides part way across the seat and waits. She checks her image in the mirror and adjusts some eyeliner with a painted nail, before flicking a smudge from her cheek. Dave pulls his seat ahead for Johnny and Marsha, that last one a phony name if you ever heard one, and they slide into the rear. "And so the charioteer takes the reins," he proclaims as he seats himself behind the wheel. With a twist of the key mighty horses roar out and they splash away up the alley. She clutches his arm and flashes a smile at him in the mirror as brake lights reflect off the buildings and bath them in blood red. Johnny and Marsha sit side by side and watch the driver spin the wheel. They fly up Center Street passing the alleys and streetlights all in a flash. One green, one amber and then a glaring red light but nothing stops the raging stallions. Dave lets out a blood curdling yell and the windows rattle for all his effort. "We're free of this one horse town and we're heaven bound!" is his cry. He reaches down by her leg and pulls out a beer, passing it over the seat and soon following it with another. "Whoopee, little darlin, we're on our way!" "Right on!" from Johnny in the rear. He opens the beers and Marsha tips hers back. She likes this stuff, but not necessarily her partner, the supplier. She eyes Johnny out of the corner of her eye, ready to repel any advances. She's eighteen tonight and no stranger to sex, but this fellow looks like he could be a lot to handle. Dave reaches out two more beers and passes them to his right. "Would you do me the honor?" his query. "Sure, Dave." is her ready reply. She opens a beer and sucks on the bottle as she watches his reflection turned on her in the rear view mirror. She passes it to him and he licks around the top before he guzzles a swallow. The low slung black machine climbs the mountain highway in the warm desert rain. They wind around curves and soon are headed back the direction they came. Dave pulls into a favorite parking spot overlooking the town far below that they have recently vacated. He turns the key and the patter of rain is all that disturbs the night. "Well, Barb, you wanted a crack at me. Now you have your chance." he whispers in a low voice. He slouches down in the seat nursing his beer and waits for her first move. She moves a little closer and brushes a spear of blond hair from his eyes. "I've been waiting this chance since first I set eyes on you." she says as she breathes on his neck. Johnny swigs away at his beer and he watches Marsha's disappear. He has only met her tonight but he feels real lucky, whether she likes it or not. Marsha drops her empty on the floor and turns to John. "You going to drink that or hatch it?" She lights a cigarette. Barb lets her fingers roam down Dave's neck. His hand he places on her thigh. She leans towards him and her ruby red lips find his in the dim light. Their lips meet and quiver so lightly against each other, then Dave's tongue flicks out to trace her mouth round. So quick is the movement that though she bites quickly, she cannot catch it and he chuckles down deep in his throat. His hands come up and unbutton the front of her blouse. She kisses him once more, but with some ardor. Johnny has let Marsha drink what's left of his beer but holds on to the bottle as she sucks it down. His other hand encircles her shoulders and he patiently watches her finish her cigarette. "Marsha, you're such a pretty gal, I would just like to kiss you." he says. Marsha thinks that over and tries to remember the last time a man asked first. She smiles a small secretive smile and nods! His lips cover hers and he draws her close but keeps it gentle to lull her guard. She relaxes against him and asks what he does and he tells her lies like she knew he would. Meanwhile Dave and Barb are not talking, just acting and he has drawn a breast to admire and caress. Their lips touch again as his fingers circle the nipple, scurrying to a and fro over the mound. They circle and come closer and closer to the rigid nipple, the focus of his attentions. And now a gentle brush from one finger touches the center and a sharp intake of breath is heard. He lifts the bra freeing the twin and works on it with his other hand. Gently, so gently he maneuvers his fingers and as he finally touches the nipple she issues a low moan. Her tongue reaches into his mouth and scours the walls with movement. Her hands seek access by his leather coat and she finds his lap and can't stop there. She rubs and massages the hard long erection through layers of cloth she wishes were gone. Johnny has found her lips again and Marsha thinks how gentle he is. She leans a bit into him, her elbow brushing a large hard object in his lap and she thinks he must have another bottle of beer. The kiss continues. He holds her tight and she finds she likes it more and more. His hand moves up her thigh and she thinks enough and quickly sets him aside. He smiles so innocent, she's misled and comes back into his arms, but the hand is returned to her thigh once more and she suffers it to remain for a while. His kiss is more passionate and she feels in the mood so she lets him touch her snatch. It feels so good that she lets him rub and he rubs and rubs and rubs some more. Now Dave is playing his lips around on Barb's magnificent boobs. His tongue does a dance around and around and his teeth tease her nipples. His hands are roving down deep in her lap and soon he finds her panties. Fingers trace the outline of her folds and settle and scratch o'er her clit. She wiggles her bottom to give him more room and his palm covers her pussy. Through the thin fabric he feels the heat and slowly moves his hand. Traces of moisture stain his fingers, then of a sudden the flood gates open and her panties are slippery and wet. He sucks on a breast and rubs her clit and she whimpers softly in his ear. He slides his fingers under her panties into the brunette thatch and she raises up her ass. He draws them down and they land on the floor as she opens up his fly. A bulge of his shorts stand out through his fly and her fingers seek access through the cloth. She parts the opening and his cock springs forth into her hands. She cups it and slides it between her hands and it is slippery and wet. Marsha is thinking its time to halt but he rubs her up and down. Instead she guides his hand to the top and lets his fingers work her clit. He draws her down on the seat beside him and now she knows it's time. She struggles to rise but feels denim on her thighs so she makes ready to yell. His lips cover hers and he fumbles his pants, she tries to bite him but to no avail. She feels him draw her wet panties aside to open up the way and he pushes in with a heave. He bears down on her and drives his rod up her slit, his cock leaves a furrow she's sure. He buries so deep, so deep there inside her, her struggles abate and she wants more. Dave now has free access and works with Barb's pussy. He starts by rubbing her slit. His mouth seeks her mouth as he slides in a finger, then two into her silky cave. Using his thumb, he plays with her clit and his fingers explore in and out. She's wriggling and panting but Dave takes his time. Gently he nudges her head towards the passenger door and she lays back for him to mount her. He unfastens his pants and lowers his shorts so they both ride on his thighs. Up between her legs he moves and hovers over her waiting charms. He rubs his cock over her cunt through the glistening pubic hair, sliding it up and down. She reaches for him and draws him down to her breasts and he kisses her hard on the lips. He teases the folds and the lips of her opening with the tip of his cock, then slips it just inside the first fold. Bringing his weight to her belly he shuttles his cock up and down against her clit. She cries out: "Oh Dave, put it in! Please fuck me!" and he allows the silken sheath to encase his sword. Marsha clasps his ass to her and pulls him deeper still. He has so much its a wonder she can hold it, but hold it is what she does and slowly gentle movements begin to stir in her and he pulls back to her entrance and drives in deep to the bone, then back he goes and gathers himself for a shove to her middle once more. Buried deep in her valley he violently erupts and she cannot believe it. Two strokes and no more? I didn't want this tonight but I got it and now he's done and no more? He withdraws and lights two cigarettes and gives her one and she smokes and chews at her nails. He's got her all hot and bothered and now he's not interested any more. Dave and Barb are moving the car with a rhythm all their own. He thrusts and pulls back and thrusts and pulls back and she raises her pelvis to meet him on every stroke. He hunches a bit to get a straighter shot and goes in deeper than ever before. She wraps her legs up around him and cries; "More, oh more! Give me all you've got! Please, oh God, give me more!" He thrusts and he pants and she moves with him still and the car is rocking around. He feels her walls as he moves ahead each time and it goads him on to more. He reaches down to the top of her slit and massages her clit as he punches. She shakes like a leaf and squeals in delight, he knows she's in orgasm heaven. Sweet beads of perspiration stand out 'tween her breasts and on her fevered lips as well. He drives a few times and feels pressure mounting. Its coming, he knows it for sure. The surge builds up quickly as he thrusts in deeply and the mountain erupts with a roar. Shuddering mightily a spasm rocks him and he pushes once more again. A third time he hunches and drives in his weapon and splashes her insides with hot cum. Together they lay panting and filled with good feelings, her sodden patch matted and tangled with white scum. They promise each other this will happen again some day but they both know they lie as they lay there alone. Back down the alley they come to a doorway and the ladies prepare to take them their leave. As they part Marsha says to Dave: "Who is that man I was with tonight? All I know is his first name's Johnny." Dave smiles at her and says, "Why, that there's Johnny Two Stroke!" and then they drive away.