5 comments/ 40325 views/ 6 favorites Not Always As They Appear By: justaniceguy92804 If you are only interested in 'action' this might not be a story you want to read. But, if you like an emotional aspect; being treated with respect, then, this is the first installment in what I hope will be a series. I will, of course, look forward to any comments you, my reader, might have. I had been widowed several years back. I still missed my wife – think about her everyday, but have decided I needed to get on with my life. I am in my early 50's and still have a lot of life to live. Took me a long time to realize that. I had just come into a little money. And since I had always wanted to live at the beach, I purchased a beach house just outside of a wonderful city, Charleston, SC. The view from the windows and back balconies was incredible; watching the waves hit the white sand was not only mesmerizing, but energized the spirit, as well. We had been married for several decades. Susan, in spite of the wheel chair, kept herself slim and actually worked out everyday. She was a great partner with whom to go through life, and as I said, I still miss her – but the pain of the loss is growing less. My name is Jack, I am 6'0", slim, in decent shape and am balding. For me that's a case of it is what it is. However, Susan always told me that if it weren't for losing the hair, I'd look ten years younger. Even with it, I still get told I am not hard on the eyes. The house needed some remodeling. You know, bathrooms, kitchen, install an elevator since I never planned to move and stairs might not always be my friend, and on and on. I was having it all done before moving across the country – and had engaged a designer to make sure not only the colors, furniture, etc. all blended and worked, but to insure that all of the features to make life easier were there. That was when I met Alex. Several people referred me to Alex and assured me he was inventive, creative and sensitive. After looking at his work, it was a no-brainer to talk with him. I made an appointment to meet and interview him, review plans, and determine what needed to do. Alex was a wonderful surprise. His office was located in a small light industrial area. I entered his office and was greeted by a friendly male who introduced himself as Alex, which was kind of surprising – he did not have a staff of people. He was in his late 30's, about 5'8", slim and with long, thick hair tied back into a pony tail that reached his mid-back. I was taken by surprise by the long hair – just goes to show that I should not have had expectations, huh? When I asked him why his office was located 'off the beaten trail,' he told me that the rent was low and he didn't need to have a place to show furniture samples since there were so many stores in town; that his fees could be very competitive and he would still make a good living since he had limited overhead. Made sense to me, but I barely listened to his words – I listened to his soft voice with the Carolina drawl. To make a long story short, after talking for two hours, I decided to engage him, agreed on a rate and determined the best way to work since I was still living across the country. During our next meeting, we worked out a specific job calendar and the dates I would be in town to check on progress – I'd be making trips every couple of weeks to insure the house would be done for summer. I told Alex that my basic rule for decorating and design was: "People always be a little surprised when they walk inside; they should learn that things are not always as they appear.' This caused Alex to smile – which I would understand better later. During my second trip, Alex and I were sitting in his office finishing what had become a three hour meeting determining flooring, wall color and some landscaping issues. It was getting to be late in the afternoon and I asked Alex to recommend a place to get dinner. He suggested a place, but said it was hard to find and that since he needed to eat dinner, too, why didn't we go together? He asked me to meet him at his place and we could go together. I was a little surprised by this, but since it was always to pleasure to be around Alex, I agreed. I went 'home' to clean-up and change. I had no idea why I was a little nervous, but I was. Since I did not ask Alex how I should be dressed for the place, I decided I couldn't go wrong with chinos and a nice shirt. And, at the appointed time, I knocked on Alex' door – and was a little surprised. First, he smile dazzled me...it was wonderful to see. You need to understand that Alex' normal work clothes consisted of jeans and a shirt. Tonight he had put on a pair of pants that looked like they were pretty tight and a cotton shirt. His long hair was still pulled back, but he had used a black ribbon to contain it. There was just the slightest feminine flair to how he looked; it was not one thing – but the total look that whispered feminine. And, then there was this light floral scent – I thought it was coming from the fresh-cut flowers. Mentally I shrugged my shoulders and told myself that it was just Alex. I have no idea why I opened Alex' car door – I never opened a car door for a guy before. It was automatic. As he got in, his hand brushed against my hip – and it was as if I had been shocked by electricity – my cock twitched! Alex was a guy, right? What was happening? You have to understand that my wife and I had not engaged in any intimate behavior for many years before she passed, the pain from her disease and then the wheel chair made it impossible. I had always been faithful and nobody had touched me like that in years. I took a deep breath and decided it was just an accident. We chatted and laughed in the car as he directed me to the place. Our hands touched once or twice as we shared the arm rest, but again – no big deal, right? Once we arrived, Alex actually waited for me to open his door – he expected me to open his door, which I did. To this day, I am not sure why I did – it just seemed to be the thing to do. I also opened the entry door to the restaurant for him. Each time I opened a door for him, I was rewarded with a light touch, that could have been accidental. I was getting a little confused – but, again, just kind of shrugged my shoulders. After all – it's Alex. It was a little dark inside and were seated at a booth along the wall where we could see the entire place. After a few minutes, my eyes completely adjusted and I began to notice the people – seemed to be more women than men. Some of the women were gorgeous and dressed very well. Then, I noticed that some of the women – or those dressed as women, were actually men. Where had Alex brought me? As I had been looking around, Alex had scooted a little closer to me – almost touching. How do I tell him to give me a little distance without being rude? Then, I heard his soft whisper near my ear, "Well, what do you think?" Somehow, any tension I had been feeling melted away, and I answered, "Things are not always as they appear." I heard his soft laugh and we spent a wonderful hour enjoying dinner together. During dinner, his hand touched my arm as we talked...touched my hand...even rested just above my knee. Several people, most of them lovely women, stopped by the table to say hello to Alex and to catch-up a little. I didn't mind. Most of them were very easy on the eyes. The few who looked like guys in a dress, were okay, too. Maybe they didn't look as good as the women, but Alex liked them – was very accepting – and it made everyone feel just a bit better. And, being true to my training as a child, I stood up each time anyone in feminine clothing came to the table. I kind of thought that if these folks dressed like a woman, they should be offered the same respect. Alex teased me a bit and said I didn't need to get up every time, but I thought it was the right thing to do. It had to be every time, or not at all. Besides, I think it made the 'women' feel good. I think Alex liked it, too. As Alex talked with these folks, his hand would rest on my leg...and at some point he had begun to lightly caress it. His hand going higher up my leg bit by bit. I was trying to remain composed and concentrate on the conversation, but it was becoming more difficult. I couldn't believe how hard I was becoming! It had been years since my cock was so hard. After the last friend left our table, Alex turned to me, "So, what do you think?" "About?" "About my friends, Silly. You do know they were all men, right?" "All males? Even the lovely one in the blue dress?" I was more than a little surprised. "Yes." Alex was smiling. He knew he had surprised me. No, shocked me. "Well..." trying to gather my thoughts, "some look better than others. But, I think they all have the same desire inside: to be feminine. To feel special. Perhaps to feel respected. This place," looking around, "gives them somewhere to be and feel feminine with others." Alex just looked at me. I could see tears in his eyes. Then, he leaned into me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. His words were whispered: "I have never heard to put so well, or with so much understanding and acceptance." "And, what about you, Alex? Are you really a special woman?" Alex' answered by just nodding his head. At that moment, Alex went form being a guy to being a woman, at least to me. I put my arms around her, pulled her a bit closer and just held her. I could feel her softly crying as I gently kissed the top of her head; her hair touching my lips. I looked out into the restaurant as I held her and saw several people watching us and smiling. After a few minutes, Alex slowly stopped crying. Gathered herself and sat back up. She looked at me, smiled and touched my cheek with her finger tips. Her eyes still shining from the tears – she looked lovely to me. It was only for a moment, and then, "I must look a fright. Excuse me while I go take care of my face?" "You don't need to, but if you will feel better, sure. I will take care of the bill and wait for you near the door. It's gotten to be a bit late." I stood up as Alex left the table. Then, as I sat back down, I watched her cross the room. Her walk – the swing to her hips and the grace with which she moved was incredible...and a touch seductive. The bill paid, I got up and waited by the door. As I stood there, several women came up to me and told me Alex was very special – like I had not already figured that out. In a few minutes, Alex rejoined me. She was so very lovely – not only had she cleaned her face of any trace of tears, she applied a bit of makeup around her eyes which only made their color, blue, stand out even more. She really was breath taking. I held the door open for her and as she moved close my arm went around her as we walked to the car. Once at the car, I wrapped my arms around her, held her close and then tipped her face up toward mine. Looking into her eyes...into her depth...seeing the pain from the past that lived there...the hope for the future...I softly touched my lips to her's. The kiss lengthened. My arms wound around her more tightly. Our tongues began a dance of their own...sliding, tasting, exploring. It was a minute; a moment that seemed to go on and on. The kiss ended and she melted against me. Her head coming to about my shoulder. My hand softly caressing her hair. Slowly, after several minutes, turned in my arms so her back was pressed to me. Her hips began moving from side to side and I suddenly became aware of how aroused I was. A soft moan escaped my lips. The feeling was wonderful. My now very hard cock against her perfect, soft and firm rear. "So, you aren't dead," She said chuckling. "You feel so nice and I would love to find out what's in there, but it's been an interesting and long evening. You have a lot to absorb and think about. And, then there's that early meeting at the house in the morning. How about dinner tomorrow night? My place?" I looked at her. Smiling. Yes, that would be very nice. To be continued... Not Always As They Appear Ch. 02 This is the second part of I am not sure how many. Part One introduces the main characters and provides helpful, but not necessary background. Thank you for your kind comments, and when possible I will always try to send my personal appreciation. I am just grateful that anyone would read my work. * I was learning to really enjoy the South. The mornings are so lovely. The pace of life is one that allows enjoyment and promotes savoring -- much different than the life I knew in Southern California where things always seemed to move at a frantic pace. At this stage of my life, the South suited me very well. Dinner with Alex the night before turned out to be very surprising for me. Alex, the designer I had contracted to remodel a house, and I went to dinner where I discovered he embraced his feminine nature. So much so that I know began to think of him as a woman. I know that may sound strange, but if you could see Alex, you would understand. It was not one thing about Alex that brought out femininity, it came from the heart and mind. At work in his design studio, he showed the world a basically masculine side. In private, away from work and the eyes of the public, he -- no, she -- let he guard down and reflected what was in her heart -- a lovely woman. Alex is in her early-40's and looks mid-30's, 5'7", slim with long, thick hair that is kept tied back in a pony tail at work. The meeting at the house went well in the morning. From all of the horror stories I heard about remodeling, I had expected the absolute worse. However, this job was going very, very well. The contractor was doing exactly what he said he would do and I didn't have any changes. What's that saying about prior planning? As I went through my morning work out I kept thinking about Alex and the 'revelations' of last night. I had been surprised that Alex had such a strong feminine side, but as the evening wore on, I came to understand it -- even embrace it. I knew that I was seeing the real Alex, and felt honored. The fact that she, which is how I now thought of Alex, had been able to arouse me was very surprising. I am in my mid-50's. My wife of almost three decades had died a couple of years ago. We married young and I had never known another woman intimately. She was the one and only. Even through her long illness, there was no question of my fidelity. During the last six months I decided it was time to move on with my life which resulted in my purchase of a home near the beach outside of Charleston, South Carolina. A purchase that was going to require a move across country after the remodeling was completed. Alex and I had made a date for dinner tonight -- she offered to make me dinner. In the light of day I found I was confused about my reaction to her. In my mind I knew Alex was a guy, but in my heart I saw her as a woman. Now, that's not confusing, is it? And, to think that she was able to arouse me -- something that had not happened for years...but Alex was a guy! Well, not really -- not if you saw how lovely she was. No confusion at all -- yeah, right. I gave serious consideration to canceling dinner, but didn't think it was polite or respectful. So, at 7:30 I was knocking on her front door with flowers in hand. And, when the door opened -- all confusion left. She was breathtaking. The smile on her lips was like sunshine -- bright, sincere and so genuine. Her eyes danced with delight. A ribbon held her hair back, but I noticed she had taken the time to curl it -- it was so soft, full and feminine. I was standing there a bit dumbstruck. Smiling, almost laughing -- she reached out for my arm and brought me into her home and closed the door. It was then I saw that she had on an emerald green silk blouse with navy blue slacks that hugged her hips. Alex complimented her outfit with low heels, a pearl necklace, ear rings...I am not sure what else, except to say she looked perfect. Her nails were a dark shade of red -- matching her lipstick. "Breathe," she said smiling. "What?" I was caught off-guard. "Breathe. You know. In and out. In and out." She was almost laughing and I was a little embarrassed. I took a deep breath and just smiled. "I didn't know what flowers you liked, and picked these up." Handing her the bouquet of white roses I got at a florist. She took the flowers from me. Smelled their fragrance and began to tear. Was she allergic? Did I do something wrong? It had been so long since I had been to a woman's home for dinner -- it just seemed like I should bring something. "Did I do something wrong?" Still holding the flowers close to her -- almost hugging them, she shook her head softly. "No. No. Not at all. It's just that nobody has ever brought me flowers." "Oh, come on. Really? You aren't hanging out with the right people," I said with a smile. "No, Jack, I guess not." Alex just looked at me for a moment and then the spell seemed to be broken. "I better get these into some water. Follow me into the kitchen and then I will give you the nickel tour." Following her; watching her walk; smelling the scent of her perfume in her wake. The way her hair fell down her back. Music. So feminine. So lovely. The way her hips moved with such grace. Clearly I was enamored. After she put the flowers in water, she poured me a glass of mineral water. "I noticed you only had mineral water last night. Is Pellegrino okay?" "I hope you didn't go to any trouble. I still drink tap water, but this is wonderful. Thank you." Our fingers touched as she gave me the cool glass. I could almost feel the heat from her body. For a moment I felt the sharpness of her nails -- and then it hit me. She had to have done her hair, nails, makeup -- everything just for dinner. Call me slow, but I didn't catch on to that moment, and I felt so honored that she would go to such trouble for me. "Alex, thank you. Thank you for showing me the real you. I...I just don't know what to say." "Well," she started, stopped, seemed to be a bit flustered. "How about that tour?" With that, she took me by the hand and guided me through her home. Her hand was so soft, that I had to make an effort to concentrate. The home was built in 1879 and located near the edge of Old Charleston. The living room was a bit more formal than I like, but suit the house perfectly. We went upstairs, and I was treated to the sight of her hips swaying as she climbed the stairs in front of me, to see the office and guest bedroom. I was so very happy she wore the slacks! And, then there was the Master -- done in lace, but not too much. Just enough to make it wonderfully feminine, sensual. She walked around the room talking about the various pieces of furniture and then came back to where I was standing. She stopped speaking and I just looked at her. Without thinking, I put my arms around her drew her close and just held her. I didn't want the moment to end. I wanted time to stop. Her body felt so good in my arms. She turned her face to mine. Our lips touched...and the pressure of the kiss increased. My tongue slipped between her lips -- her creamy lips -- and swirled through her mouth. I felt the pressure of her lips; the sharpness of her teeth. The hunger -- our hunger was almost palpable. My hands tracing her back...feeling her hair...her hips...her rear. Suddenly, I didn't think I could get enough of Alex. The kiss broke, and I took her lower lip between my teeth and pulled softly, hearing her whimper as I did so. Releasing it, I caressed her lips with my tongue..,caressed them, felt them, lingered over them. Then her head was buried in my shoulder as I held her close. "I had wondered if last night had been a dream," she whispered. "Clearly, it wasn't." We just stood there. Holding one another. Letting our breathing slow a bit. Alex took a deep breath, "Well, dinner is ready. Shall we eat?" Without waiting for a response from me, she turned and headed down the hall to the stairs. All I could do was follow. Dinner turned out to be wonderful. I won't bore you with the menu. It was simple food prepared well. We chatted through dinner learning more about one another. The more I learned about Alex, the more I liked her. And, I think it's safe to say, she liked me. After dinner I insisted we clean things up a bit. I did not want her to have to come back and clean the kitchen or get up to a dirty kitchen in the morning. I offered to take care of everything, but she brought out an apron to put on -- she turned her back to me so I could tie the strings. Just as I finished tying the bow, she slide back into my arms. My hands going around her waist automatically, I held her close. The scent of her perfume. Her body close to mine. Her hips swaying against me. It wasn't long before I was becoming aroused -- an arousal she could feel against her soft, perfect rear. My lips found her neck. Kissing. Softly biting. Her moans were like music to my ears. She felt so very, very good...I had forgotten the feeling of a woman, and Alex as a woman to me, being close. Slowly I let go -- I didn't want to, but had to. Alex turned to me, looking deep into my eyes. Searching for the reason I released her. "Alex, I'm sorry. I can't..." "Don't worry, Jack. Don't worry. I understand." Tears were welling into her eyes. I looked at her. "You don't understand," I whispered. "You don't understand. Alex, I am not the world's greatest lover." I paused not knowing how much I was going to say. But, then continued, "I don't know what kind of a lover I am. I have just never thought much about it. There was my wife. There was me. That was it. I just don't want to be a disappointment to you." There, I said it. How often would I ever admit not being much in bed, so to speak? She smiled as she looked at me. Her fingers touching my cheek. "Is that all?" she asked softly. "Yes...I just don't want to be a disappointment. And -- well, this is all very new to me." She looked at me. Tried to peer into my soul...my heart. Her soft eyes looking deeply into mine. Her soft, bewitching eyes. "It's not me?" "Oh, Alex, how could it be you? It's not you. It's been a long time -- and I am just not so sure of myself. " "Then we will take it slowly, okay?" As she stopped speaking, she moved close and my arms surrounded her. We melted together. A beautiful woman in my arms -- the most beautiful woman I had ever held -- or seen. We stood like that for a few minutes, but I became aroused again. If you could see her, you would understand. A slim woman in your arms. A beautiful, sensual woman in your arms. You want to please her, but aren't quite sure. Perhaps we have all felt like that. She turned in my arms. Her lovely thick hair in front of my lips and nose. Her rear against my body...and began to move against me, again. The swaying of her hips...the slight grinding. It was exquisite. And, I was getting so very hard. Harder than I had been in a long, long time. I heard her soft moan...and a whisper. "MMMMMMM...you like this, don't you?" "Yes...yes...yes," stammering as I whispered. Alex stepped away from me and undid her apron before turning around. She looked down at the bulge in my slacks as clear evidence of my arousal. I was hard. Very hard. But, a bit scared, too -- and it was something I think she could detect. She could see my hesitation was not based on my 'reaction' to her -- it was based on my own feelings. She reached out and traced the bulge, my hard cock, with her index finger. Oh, God -- it felt so very good. It felt as though only two people existed in the entire world; Alex and I. Cleaning the dinner dishes was completely forgotten. I looked into her eyes. Her soft, clear beautiful eyes. She was so erotic -- and she was enjoying the moment. I kept asking myself if I was ready? Was I ready to be with someone? Was I ready to be with Alex? Sure, there was no denying I was hard. There was no denying my desire. Again, she sensed my hesitation. "Would you excuse me for a few minutes? I just need to go up and take care of something. Won't take long -- have a seat in the living room?" Her smile...how could I say no? She gestured toward the living room...to a specific chair that had a clear view of the entire room. "Of course. Take your time." She walked upstairs as I entered the living room, found the chair she indicated and sat down. It was a very comfortable chair. The lights were a bit dim, but good enough for leafing through a magazine I found on a table near the chair. A lingerie magazine from one or another stores -- very expensive lingerie, at that. Gowns, robes, bustiers, teddies -- they were all exquisite, as were the models. I took a closer look at the models and discovered they were all physically males, but the most beautiful women at the same time. The photos in the magazine kept me aroused, as I suspected was her plan. It wasn't very long until I heard Alex coming down the stairs. Her heels hitting the hardwood of the steps. Slowly. Rhythmically. I could see her hips sway in my mind. I thought I was prepared for anything -- how wrong could I be? In the time she was gone, Alex had changed. The slacks and blouse had been replaced by a white lace robe that shimmered in the dim light. It was as if diamonds were sewn into the lace. The effect of her dark hair and the lace was astounding...I could never describe it accurately. Just imagine a goddess walking in the room knowing she came for you. I could barely make out her body beneath the lace -- there were just hints of her slim body and oh so perfect heart shaped ass. Her scent filled the room. A delightful, magical scent. Light, yet spicy. She stopped in front of the candle filled fireplace. The glow from the candles outlined her body...her legs...through the lace. The light from the room fell on her face. Her face was the most beautiful face I had seen. Her eye makeup was a bit heavier making her even more exotic. Her full creamy lips the color of wet crimson. I was speechless. A bit scared. It had been so long. What if I couldn't please her? What could I do? What would I do? The questions of one who had denied himself for so very long. "Well, what do you think?" she asked as she slowly turned. "What do I think? I think you are a goddess. I think that the appearance you give the world hides the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." She smiled -- gently and sincerely for a moment. And, then the smile turned a bit mischievous as she walked toward me...stopping just a foot away. I kind of froze. I know so many guys would jump into action, but not me. I had never been comfortable with that -- and Alex sensed that in me. She took my hand and put it to her hip on the outside of the robe. The lace under my finger tips. I slowly, carefully began to touch the lace caressing her hip just on the other side. Feeling the outline of her garter belt; the thin material of her panties. There are no words to express what I was feeling at that moment as I looked up into her eyes. "I..." "Shhhhhhh....just enjoy it." I moved my hand from the outside of the robe to the inside. Running my finger tips along her stockings from her calves to her knees...up her thigh...then feeling where the stocking tops ended and her soft skin began. Leaning forward, my lips touched the tops of her stockings...soft, sensual...I kissed a bit higher. My hand caressed a bit higher and then she took my hands and placed them on her ass -- her perfect ass. Just the thinnest of material between her soft skin and my hands. "Tonight is for you...relax. Enjoy it. Let yourself go." she told me. I stood up from the chair...taking her in my arms I kissed her lips. Gently. My tongue caressing them -- just as one would caress the outer lips of a pussy...slowly...carefully...tenderly. Then passion took over as my tongue slid between her lips. She felt and tasted so very good. Moaning into her mouth as our tongues slid and danced. My hands slid down her back...across her hips and down the outside of her thighs. As I did so, her breathing became a bit ragged -- which was so good for me to hear. My lips went to her neck...kissing the soft skin and feeling her artery beat against them. The warm blood coursing through her body. My hand slid across her tummy -- so flat...and then down the front of her panties. She was so smooth. My lips kissed her shoulder...then a bit lower on her chest through the thin lace of the robe. Opening her robe, I bent my head forward and let my tongue brush across her right nipple, and I was rewarded with a short gasp. My lips closed on her nipple...softly kissing as my fingers slid down the front of her panties...sliding between her legs and then along the most beautiful clitty I have ever felt. This was all so very new to me, but I did not want to disappoint her. She tried to move, but I began to suck on her nipple a bit more as my fingers slid along her clitty. Slid back and forth...gliding over the smooth material. Feeling her just under the very thin material. She felt so good to me. Gliding and sliding over her clitty. Then, reaching through a bit farther, I found the head of her clitty and rubbed it with my fingertips as I gently bit her nipple. Her moans were music to my ears. I ran my finger down the slit of her clitty...pressing it just a bit. I must admit I loved the effect I was having on Alex. Kissing her nipples...sucking on them...and stroking her clitty. She couldn't help herself. Her hips began to move...now a bit faster. My lips went to her lips. Her moans filled my mouth as we kissed. Her legs trembled...Moans louder. I could feel her clitty tensing...knowing she was so close. Then...she began to almost scream. Our kiss muffling them, almost, as she began to cream for me...cream and cream for me in her panties. So wonderful...so perfect. After her last creaming...and a final glide by my fingers, I took her in my arms. Holding her. Waiting for her to stop trembling. And then I realized she was crying. What had I done? I was a little confused. My lips found her ear... "Alex, are you all right, Sweet?" She nodded yes. "Then, why the tears?" It took a minute for her to answer. And, then her voice was so soft, I almost didn't hear her. "Nobody has ever done that for me." I was shocked. I didn't know much about technique. But, I have always believed it important to care for another; to care for them and about them. And, I have always thought it important to provide pleasure -- at least that was the way I had treated my wife. I just held her closer. Let her relax. Then she stepped back, smiling. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that." "Do you mind the change in plans?" Smiling...shaking her head, "No, not at all. And...thank you." Alex was so sincere. "I must look a fright...." "Not really. You are even more beautiful right now." "Thank you, but none the less, I need to go clean up -- see what you caused, Naughty boy!" Her smile lit the room as she turned to go upstairs. And, her walk was so very, very erotic. I took a deep breath and sat back down in the chair. Several minutes went by. It was fifteen minutes before I hear her come back down the stairs. She entered the room -- and again I knew I was in the presence of a goddess. She was beautiful. Exotic. Her hair completely re-done. Her makeup perfect with her eyes even more emphasized. Her lips a deeper crimson. Dressed in a black lace bustier, matching lace panties, black stockings and 4 inch CFM heels. The effect was mesmerizing. Hypnotic. At that moment I would have done anything for Alex. Even her jewelry was erotic...shining and reflecting the light from dangling ear rings and necklace. "Like it?" she asked as she walked closer to me and turned slowly. I noticed then that her perfume was heavier; more spice and musk. I could only silently nod. Her smile, the smile of a temptress, made my skin tingle. Not Always As They Appear Ch. 02 With those words, she stepped back and began to walk around the room. Moving to music only she cold hear. Her hips moving from side to side...hypnotically. I took a deep breath and sat back -- watching her every move. Allowing myself to just be in the moment. My arousal growing. Getting harder and harder as her show for me continued. I'd never seen anything like this. Nobody had ever walked, pranced like this for me to admire. I couldn't help myself as I slowly began to caress the bulge in my pants. Getting so hard. And, as I caressed, Alex began to smile. "Take it out for me. Please let me see it?" she asked with her lips slightly pouted. I hesitated again. A bit unsure. I had never been a part of locker room talk. I had never compared size or anything. What if I didn't measure up? So many doubts. She walked over to me...ran her finger along the bulge in my pants and softly asked me again, her lips at my ear -- almost touching them as she whispered to me. The moisture of her breath. The ever so slight friction of her lips. Swallowing hard, I unzipped my pants. Opened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. Slowly I brought out my hard cock. Glistening in the dim light with a drop of precum on the tip. Alex ran her thumb over the tip to get it...and then licked her thumb. "MMMMMmmmm. Perfect. And, you are the perfect size," she said as she wrapped her fingers around, or almost around my cock. She slowly stroked it a few times which only made me even harder. "And, you are so nice and big." "Oh, please..." She looked at me as she continued to caress and stroke. A bit worried and then amazed. "You really have no idea, do you? You are you are perfect. Eight inches I think...just perfect." I could only look at her. I didn't know what to say to this beautiful woman with my cock in her hand. Her thumb pressing down on the slit causing me to moan. Her crimson nail running along the tip...now just behind the head. Exquisite. She knelt to the floor. Her hair flowing around my cock hiding it in a curtain as she lowered her lips. I watched them part as her tongue came out. And then I felt it. Warm, wet velvet sliding over my skin. The moan that escaped my lips was long, low and heartfelt. Never before had I felt like a King -- and at that moment I felt like I ruled the world. Alex' tongue swirling over the head. Her gentle sucking making me harder. Now feeling her lips slide down...down...down...taking me almost to the base...and then slowly backing off. Licking the head as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes -- warm...caring, exotic, erotic and teasing. Promising a pleasure that I had never known. She took off my shoes...socks. I wanted to feel her mouth on me again...my cock standing out wet from her lips and tongue. Do you know that kind of desire that is hot...that is pure...that so few ever feel? That is not based solely on lust, but is fueled by caring? Passion that comes alive? At that moment I knew I was among the privileged. Alex slid my pants down my legs and off. Then, as she looked at me, she slowly ran her hands up my legs feeling the skin, hair and muscle. Her nails touching the skin and marking a trail in my tan. It wasn't any kind of pain -- only pleasure. Her eyes looking at me...examining me...knowing me. Her hair falling on my legs and caressing me. If I knew of a way to stop time, I would have. The world had truly ceased to exist except in this living room in Charleston. She slid my boxers down my legs and threw them to one side. Turning to look at me and spreading my legs open. I had never felt so exposed and vulnerable, but also desired and wanted. The tension and arousal was more than I had ever known. My cock standing hard. Feeling like it had grown another inch. Nobody had ever made me so very masculine. Alex crawled between my legs. Her hands caressing my thighs; her nails gliding along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I didn't want to breathe for fear I was in a dream, and yet I knew my breathing was ragged and rough. I reached out and ran my fingertips along her cheek and across her lips. As they crossed her lips, she opened her mouth and took my index finger. She began to suck on it slowly; she began to slide her lips over it...as she formed the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Have you ever been fortunate enough to see a smile from one who truly cares for you; cares about you; and, desires you even more? I did at that moment. Her hand reached out to my balls. Squeezing them...rolling them. My moans only made her smile and squeeze a bit harder. I couldn't believe it - I felt like my cock was made of granite; of steel. And, it was all her doing. I had stopped thinking about anything else except Alex, the beautiful woman in front of me. Her tongue started up my cock from the base. Starting on my balls she licked her way up my length and them moaning as she covered the head with her lips. I felt her moan vibrate through my body. God, I was trembling. Gripping the arms of the chair. Where was she taking me? What was she doing to me? The pleasure so very intense as she sucked on the head, moaned as she stroked me. I couldn't help myself. My hips began to move. At first slowly and deliberately. I didn't want to gag her. Then...I couldn't take it any longer. My hips began moving faster. I had to cum. My hands going to her head...wrapping my fingers in her soft, thick hair. Now, I just wanted to fuck her mouth. I needed release...needed to cum. The need was never so great. So urgent. Sucking on me...stroking...a finger playing against my ass...then sliding in. Oh, God...God...God. My moan was primal as I began to cum. To shoot deep into her mouth. Down her throat. Shooting deeply and over and over. Her sucking continuing...pulling every drop from me. Her moan fueling my trembling...quivering...feeling weak and strong. Nothing held back. Nothing left to give to Alex. After a moment she lifter her head...lips releasing my cock. Looking at me with my warm cream on her lips and smiling. Rising, she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. Her tongue, which had just been on my cock was now in my mouth. She was sharing my cream with me...a surprise...but one which I took and swallowed. The kiss went on and on...I couldn't get enough of Alex. I was still hungry for her...my breathing still ragged. She moved her body between my legs. Leaning into me. Her panties rubbing against my still hard cock. We broke the kiss. Now holding her close. Alex' face on my shoulder. Her hair against my face. Breathing hard, but trying to relax. Trying to come down. Her lips now at my ear...softly whispering, "Thank you...thank you." I held her a bit tighter. Not wanting to let go of her or for the moment to end. "You are still hard," she whispered, "I wonder what we are going to do with that?" ...and there was still more to the night.