2 comments/ 29448 views/ 5 favorites Stella Steps Out By: Da_Vida Friday had finally arrived and Stan experienced every minute that ticked off the clock on his desk as he waited impatiently for the workday to come to an end. Getting any actual work done had been impossible as he anticipated the final step in his long road toward liberation. His thoughts about the coming evening were intermingled with recollections about how he had arrived at this point in his life. It had been a year since his wife had come home early one Saturday and caught him playing dress up with her clothes. He had wanted to tell her about his secret life every since they had gotten married several years earlier but had sensed that she would not find having a female friend residing within her husband an inviting prospect. Her reaction on that fateful Saturday had confirmed what he had suspected. Her attitudes toward gender identity proved to be as rigid as most people's and she became downright insulting toward Stan. To his credit Stan knew what he had to do and did it. He told her that he understood that his split gender identity was a disappointment for her but that this was who he was and always had been. He suggested that if she was uncomfortable with whom he was that she should take this opportunity to make her exit, which she did. Once his wife was gone, Stan seized his opportunity and embraced his alternate identity that he came to think of as Stella. During the past year constructing Stella had been his sole personal project. He had developed her feminine skills by studying various programs on make-up, hair/wig care, selecting clothing, movement, mannerisms and voice. Stella found a program called "Color Me Beautiful" that resolved a lot of her quandaries about choice of cosmetics and clothing and avoided a lot of wasteful trial and error, which pleased Stan since he was a frugal sort of person. Stella had spent almost all of Stan's free time studying and practicing how to look and act feminine. Stella also loved to shop online for clothing and accessories and Stan often took her to near by stores to get a first hand look at items before Stella purchased them. Stan slimmed down his five foot six inch frame to 130 pounds, which made Stella a bit above average in height and weight but not excessively so. Stella engaged in a regular workout program to tighten up her body without adding much in the way of additional muscle. Once she had the basic frame she wanted, she undertook to sculpt it into something more feminine with the addition of various prosthetics that included a stretch brief padded with memory foam to give her fuller hips. She also acquired a nice set of B cup silicon breast forms that were modest in size but filled out her clothing. She especially liked the pert little nipples that proudly pushed forward against the pocket bra cups that held the breasts in place. The extra weight of the breasts had caused a bit of back strain between her shoulders until she built up the muscles that had to bear the extra weight. To build up the muscles to support her lovely tits, Stella wore them every evening and all weekend except for occasional public outings. She just loved the feel of them gently jiggling as she moved around her condo practicing her walk and posture along with household chores. After nearly a year the transformation was about as complete as was possible under the limitations imposed by privacy. As the project had progressed, Stella's thoughts began to turn more and more toward the complimentary side of her transformation – men. She came to believe that her transformation could only be completed when she had passed muster and been accepted as Stella by a male counterpart. The more she dwelled on this thought the more she felt the need to rehearse for this final step in the project. Stan and Stella began to engage in virtual male/female conversations, which sometimes became erotic in nature. The verbal exploration of eroticism led Stan to obtain a dildo for Stella so that she could simulate sexual interaction with a man. Stella soon became quiet adept at orally ministering to the dildo and loved the feel of its soft head pushing into her throat as she vigorously bobbed her head up and down on the shaft. Stan was a great help in developing her technique and soon she was certain that she could give head as well as any woman around and was anxious to experience giving pleasure to a real man. The second part of this erotic simulation was more difficult. Stella longed to know the feel of penetration and the fullness that would come when her body had totally engulfed an erect cock. She only had one body cavity to serve as her vagina and it had not been designed to accept a man's cock. This meant that some effort and discomfort, even pain, had to be endured while this cavity was turned to a new and unintended purpose. Stella began to work on training the muscles of her rectal tunnel to accept penetration. She began with small cylindrical objects such as the plastic cases that expensive cigars often come in. She soon learned that the secret to easy penetration was actually to push out as if trying to expel the object. This pushing effort actually caused the muscles to expand and open up, which in turn meant that she had to become very fastidious about hygiene. Thus, she became a regular user of a douche to maintain a clean tunnel and kept this tunnel well lubricated with vaginal lubricant. She would sometimes leave objects embedded in her tunnel for extended periods to allow the muscles to adapt to their presence. She progressed upward through a series of different sized objects until she was finally working with the dildo that Stan had gotten for her. Now that all the work had been completed, Stella longed to find a man suitable to complete her transformation. She wanted a man who looked masculine, treated her with respect and found her sexually attractive. She longed to feel the embrace of such a man and the touch of his hungry lips on hers. She became very aroused thinking about this man's lips caressing her face and neck. She imagined his hands sliding over her body pressing her against him and the erection that her presence would elicit. She wanted to create and feel the urgency of a man sexually aroused. Stella was now ready to take the final step. All the preparation possible had been completed. Tonight was the big night. Tonight Stella would step out into the world and solo as a woman. The clock finally counted down to 5 pm and Stan was free to leave. He rushed out of the building and got into his 370Z and roared out of the parking lot. He was soon bogged down in traffic and impatiently endured it as he slowly crept toward home while Stella urged him to hurry. She had much to do to prepare for tonight and could hardly wait to begin. Stan counseled her to be patient and let him deal with the traffic or they would be further delayed by an accident or a traffic citation. Soon the Z whipped into the parking garage and a reserved parking slot. Stan exited and locked the car and then took the elevator up to his and Stella's condo. Stella immediately headed for a nice hot shower. During the shower she checked over and removed any body hair that had stuck its ugly head out since her last inspection. Thankfully, she had found a product, Decelerine, that reduced hair growth and she now had less hair to deal with and less frequently. Stella completed her shower, dried off and gave her body a rub down with Decelerine. She loved the feel of the slick lotion against her bare skin and caressed herself until it was fully absorbed by her pores. Next, she pushed Stan's equipment up into the body cavity from which it had descended and strapped on a gaff to hold everything in place. Stella then slipped into a pair of her padded briefs. She actually preferred the softer and silky panties that she usually wore around the house but she wanted to exhibit her most fertile look when she went trolling for a man tonight. Stella got out her make-up kit and set it up on the dressing table. She turned on her cosmetic mirror and went to work. First, Stella worked on shaping up her eyebrows a bit. This was one area that caused her the most difficulty. She could not go for fully feminine looking eyebrows because Stan had to use them also. Thus, the trick was to create androgynous eyebrows that they could both use. Stella found that it also helped to wear wigs that had ample bangs that came down to just below the line of the eyebrow. This helped keep unwanted attention away from the eyebrows. The next step was to apply some ColorTration to mask a couple of skin blemishes. When the ColorTration was dry she skillfully applied a foundation to her face that matched her autumn skin tone. She used a sponge and worked carefully from the center of her face outward in light smooth strokes that left no streaks. With the foundation applied, she now turned to applying eye shadow. Tonight she used a champagne shadow that highlighted her hazel eyes very nicely. Following the eye shadow came coffee brown eyeliner, which required a steady hand to apply properly. She then got out her curler and squeezed her eyelashes in preparation for an application of mascara. Stella had found that rotating the brush as she drew it out the length of the lashes gave the best result. This was tricky because it was easy to get too much mascara on the lashes and then to make a real mess trying to correct the over application. Fortunately, tonight she experienced no problems. Having completed her eye work Stella now opened her compact and got a small quantity of mocha blush on her soft long haired brush by lightly spinning it while just touching the cake of blush. Next, she gently tapped the brush's handle to shake off any excess blush. Stella applied the brush to her face lightly flicking it across the skin beginning at the peak of her cheekbone and back toward her ear. After a couple of strokes on each side of her face, Stella inspected her cheeks in the cosmetic mirror and could see just a bare trace of the blush, which was exactly the look she wanted. The ideal application in her view would leave an observer uncertain as to whether she was wearing blush or not. Last but not least, Stella carefully applied a mocha lipstick. She had tried using a lining pencil but hadn't particularly liked the effect it produced and preferred to simply use a lipstick she applied free hand. She blotted her lipstick and then rubbed her lips gently together to distribute the lipstick evenly. She sat an admired her very attractive face in the cosmetic mirror and was pleased with her cosmetic applications. Stella now took out a small bottle of pheromone perfume and dabbed just the slightest amount behind each ear lobe to give herself the biological scent of a genetic woman. Stella went into her closet and looked at her wigs. She decided on a shoulder length golden brown wig with full bangs. She removed the wig from its stand and went back to the dressing table. She carefully prepared her head for the wig and then worked it into place beginning at the front and moving to the rear. When the wig was in position, she got a brush and smoothed it out and made sure it was properly seated. She was now ready to put on her bra and breast forms. Stella removed a warm beige bra that matched her brief and laid it out on the bed. She took out a box that contained the breast forms and carefully inserted them into the cup pockets on the bra. Once the bra cups were loaded she lifted the bra from the bed and put it around her waist. She put the three hooks on one end through the eyes on the other end of the bra. She slipped the bra around so that the breasts were on the front and then inserted her arms through the straps. Stella now was able to bring the bra up around her chest and make the final adjustments needed for a comfortable fit. She went back into the dressing room and for a moment admired the profile that her prosthetic tits created. She had gone through a number of breast forms until she had found the right look for herself. While they were moderately expensive Stan didn't feel like the money spent on the experiments had been wasted because she had donated the failures to an organization that helped the poorer victims of breast cancer acquire prosthetics. Stella was happy as a young girl about to go out on her first date as she glided across the bedroom, into the dressing room and into her large walk-in closet. Poor Stan had to make do with a smaller closet across from hers. Stella went into a drawer and selected a beautiful coffee brown satin chemise with sexy lace and ribbon trim. She moved down to the next drawer and took out a brown garter belt and then selected a pair of sheer light beige stockings. She strapped on the garter belt and then sat on the stool in the dressing room and carefully pulled the hose over the painted nails on each foot and then over the rest of each foot. Stella now began working the hose up her legs. She almost purred with pleasure as the cool, smooth hose material caressed each leg as she pulled the hose up to thigh height. When both hose were in place she stood and attached the garter straps hanging down from the belt to the tops of the hose. The snap on the back was always a bit of a challenge but Stella had become fairly skillful in getting it snapped in place. She then slipped the chemise over her head and let the slinky material slide down over her body. When the chemise was in place she pulled it down snug over her tits and smoothed the material over her mid drift and buttocks. Foundations in place, she sauntered back toward the closet. As she approached the closet she appraised herself in the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. The look and caress of the lingerie made her feel pretty, sexy and fully into her feminine character. She could hardly imagine that a little over an hour ago she had been Stan. Stella selected an oyster white, silk sheath dress from a hanger in the closet. The dress had a V-neckline and long sleeves. The dress came down to just above the knee and had an off-center slit that exposed some thigh on one leg. She stepped into the dress, inserted her arms in the sleeves and pulled the dress up and onto her shoulders. The tricky part was getting the zipper up the back closed. It was too bad that Stan couldn't be here to help with this but Stella had learned to manage the feat without dislocating her shoulders. Once the dress was on, she smoothed it out and admired her appearance in the mirror on her closet door. She was very pleased with the alluring reflection in the mirror and smiled at the thought of the visual impact she knew she would have on the men she encountered tonight. Stella sat down at the dressing table and opened her jewelry box. She took out some small silver earrings with pearl white teardrops and inserted them through her pierced ears. Fortunately, pierced ears were common enough these days in men that Stan's pierced ears and occasional wearing of earrings to justify them drew little attention. Stella next added a complimentary necklace with a pearl pendant and silver bracelets on her right wrist. She then selected a small tasteful ring for her left hand. Stella returned to the closet and picked out a pair of camel colored pumps with four-inch heels and went back to the stool to put them on. After putting the pumps on Stella walked around a bit to get used to the change in posture the heels produced. She loved to walk in heels and the way they enhanced her feminine walk and movement. Stella was feeling sexier by the minute. She was confident that she would have a successful trolling experience. Her last job was to apply mocha colored false fingernails that matched the color of her toenail polish. Everything was now complete except for selecting a purse to go with the outfit. After picking out a modest sized purse with a shoulder strap that matched her shoes, she got together a number of makeup essentials and a few additional items to put into the purse. Stella walked into her living room carrying herself with confidence. She held her head high, stood straight with her breasts pushed forward. She moved smoothly as if gently pulled along by a wisp of silk thread attached to her navel. She initiated each step from the knee to ensure a constrained and graceful stride. The heels of her pumps clicked on the hardwood floor and were like music to her ears. She picked up her cell phone and called a cab to pick her up in front of the condo. She waited briefly to give the cab time to get to her location and then exited the condo and took the elevator to the lobby of the building. As she crossed the lobby she was pleased by the attention that she drew from a couple of men coming into the building. She was mildly amused thinking about how the men were probably wondering who she was and in which condo she lived. Stella stepped out into a pleasant, early fall evening and in a few moments the cab pulled up. She got into the cab and told the driver to take her to the Ritz Carlton hotel. Shortly, the cab pulled into the drive for the hotel and stopped. Stella paid the driver as the hotel doorman opened her door and waited for her to exit. She thanked the doorman with a smile and a small tip and walked into the lobby of the hotel. She located the bar by the pleasant sounding music drifting out and into the lobby. As she walked toward the bar she notice a clock in the lobby that indicated that it was nearing 8 pm. Three hours ago she had been Stan sitting in his office at a desk. Now she was Stella walking with feline grace into a bar in an upscale hotel looking for prey – lonely businessmen whiling away the evening with only music and alcohol for companionship. Stella walked up to the bar conscious of several pairs of male eyes that followed her progress into the bar. She slid onto a bar stool and crossed her legs, which caused her dress to ride up and expose more of her stocking clad thighs. Stella rotated the stool toward the bar as the bartender arrived in front of her. He smiled and asked what she would like to drink. She smiled at the bartender and asked for a glass of chardonnay. When the wine arrived Stella took a sip and used it as an opportunity to cast a quick look down the bar and observed several men strung out along the bar. She quickly brought her gaze back to her glass and savored the smooth, cool taste of the wine as she slowly moved it back across her palate and down her throat. It wasn't long before she got her first nibble. A fiftyish looking man came over to the bar and sat down on the stool to the right of her. He casually turned in her direction and momentarily did a visual inspection that Stella could sense almost as if his gaze projected beams of warm energy. The man's attention turned away when the bartender arrived and asked what he'd like to drink. The man said, "I'll have a glass of whatever this beautiful young thing next to me is having." "One chardonnay coming up," replied the bartender as he turned and walked off to get the wine. The man turned back toward Stella who had continued throughout to look down at her glass or off to the left. "Hi, my name is Billy," said the man. Stella looked his way for a moment and said, "Hello," then redirected her attention to her glass. She was not looking for someone this old though age was not a major issue. However, she couldn't help concluding than anyone fifty or more years old who still referred to himself as Billy was probably stuck in his adolescence. Billy made several more attempts to start up a conversation with Stella but they were not particularly engaging. While Stella was wondering how to get rid of Billy's unwanted attention, the bartender brought over a fresh glass of wine and said, "Compliments of a patron," as he sat it down and walked away. Stella took a sip of the new glass of wine and was pleasantly pleased by the sweet taste with a hint of ripe apricot. She took another sip and savored the flavor before swallowing and thought that this was one of the best tasting wines she'd had drunk. Stella Steps Out As Stella took the last sip from the glass, a second man came up to the bar and took the stool to her left. This was a younger man perhaps in his late twenties. Before the bartender could come over, the man called out an order for a Jack Daniels on the rocks. He then turned to Stella and said, "A knockout looking chick like you shouldn't be sitting here alone at the bar." He then asked, "Why don't you come over and sit with me at a table?" Stella found the approach unimaginative. She turned and locked eyes with him long enough to reply, "Thank you but I prefer the bar." She then returned her eyes back to her empty glass of wine. She wanted to order another glass of this delicious wine but didn't know what she was drinking. She was going to call the bartender over and just ask for another when he appeared with another glass and sat it down with the same comment he'd made before. Obviously, thought Stella, whomever the patron was he was keeping up with her drink consumption but was doing so in an unobtrusive manner because she had no idea who he was. The two men who were flanking Stella at the bar both continued to try to make small talk while Stella worked at ignoring them. She had finally decided that the only way she was going to get rid of them was to be nasty, which she considered unladylike, or to leave and see if she could reel in something better elsewhere. The mysterious provider of the delicious wine intrigued Stella but he had not made himself known. Just as she turned and was about to get down from the barstool, she saw a man approaching with a charming smile radiating from his face. He came directly up to her and said, "Good evening. I hope you've enjoyed the wine that you've been drinking." "Yes, it is delightful," replied Stella as she looked up into his eyes and then slightly parted her lips with the tip of her tongue. The handsome man who appeared to be in his late thirties said, "I'm happy that you like the wine. By the way, my name is George." He extended his hand to help Stella down from the barstool and extract her from between the two men who had been hoping to get lucky. She briefly wondered what they would have thought had they succeeded. "I'm Stella," she replied as she took George's hand. His hand was warm to the touch and gently conveyed the power in the arm and shoulder to which it was attached. Stella's feet settled to the floor and she looked up at George's face several inches above her own even though she was wearing high heels. George continued to hold Stella's hand, which she didn't mind at all. She now noticed that George's free hand held a bottle of unopened wine at his side. George released her hand and turned presenting his bent arm as he said, "Stella let me escort you out of the bar." Without saying a word Stella placed her arm through his and the two of them strode from the bar as the two flankers at the bar followed them out with envious eyes. When they reached the lobby, George disengaged his arm and turned to face Stella. He looked down at Stella's face for a moment and said, "You have very intriguing eyes Stella. Eyes that tell me that they guard an interesting story. I hope it is a story that you might be willing to share with me some time." Stella smiled warming and replied, "Who knows. Perhaps I will tell you my story sometime." "Well, in the meantime let me present you with this bottle of Late Harvest Sauvignon Blanc from Chile. Please take it home with you and enjoy it or if you like I'd be honored to share it with you." Stella was thrilled at this attention from George. He was exactly the type of man that she had hoped to find when she did her first solo sojourn into the world as a woman. This was a man that brought out feminine components in her personality that no amount of solitary role-playing could accomplish no matter how well or often it was performed. She certainly didn't want to break off the encounter and let go of those feeling so she replied; "It would be a waste to drink such a wine alone. I'd love to share it with you, but I don't particularly want to go back into the bar." George smiled and said, "Yes, I noticed the bar pests. If you won't be offended by the offer, I have a room here in the hotel where we could share the wine." "Not at all offended." With a grin she added, "I'm confident that you're a true gentleman and wouldn't try to take advantage just because a lady accompanies you to your room for a drink." George's face lit up and he said, "Wonderful, I was hoping that you'd say yes." George turned and extended his bent arm once again and Stella placed her own through it and they began a short journey through the lobby to the elevators. After the elevator came to a stop on the fifteenth floor, they exited and George led Stella down the hall by the hand. They arrive before the door into his room and George took a key card from his pocket and inserted it. The lock on the door clicked and displayed a green light. George pushed the door open and held it for Stella to enter and then he followed her into the room and let the door close behind them. The room was actually a small suite and Stella observed that it included a sitting area. George indicated a couch and suggested that Stella make herself comfortable while he got a couple of wine glasses from the kitchenette. Soon George was back with the wine glasses and the bottle of now uncorked wine. He placed the bottle and glasses on the coffee table and sat on the couch next to Stella. As he poured the wine into the glasses he said, "The bottle that this wine comes in is small and I can only get two short glasses apiece from it but I have more, if we want it." Stella smiled and replied, "I probably shouldn't drink anymore than that while alone in the bedroom of a handsome man." George laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of a lady whose inhibitions have been softened by alcohol." "Not even if the lady wishes you to take advantage?" asked Stella with doe soft eyes that twinkled as she gazed into George's eyes. George held Stella's gaze, grinned and answered, "If the lady really desires my attentions I could succumb to temptation." George and Stella sat on the couch drinking wine and talking about music, movies and books that they both enjoyed. The petite bottle of wine was soon consumed and both were feeling mellow. Stella had snuggled up against George and he had put his arm around her shoulders. Stella's right had had dropped down to rest on George's left leg just above the knee. As they talked she used her nails to gently stroke George's leg through his trousers. She was pleased to see an increase in the bulk filling the crotch of his trousers. Stella was excited by this small successful attempt to elicit a physical response in a man. Shortly, George excused himself to go to the toilet. While he was gone Stella took the empty wine glasses into the kitchenette and began rinsing them out in the sink. George came into the kitchenette and stopped just behind her. He placed his arms around her just below her bust line. He leaned down bringing his lips to the hair on the top of Stella's head and kissed her hair. Stella pushed back against him increasing the pressure of their contact. She could now feel George's manhood rising against the restraint of his clothing. George leaned further over and gently kissed the side of her neck and Stella turned into George so that she now faced him. She looked up into his face with eyes that conveyed warmth and receptivity. George placed his fingers gently on her cheek as he leaned down and lightly kissed her on the lips. Stella felt a little wave of submissive pleasure slowly sweep through her body and she thought she might just collapse into his arms. George took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. As they exited the kitchenette, he turned off the light leaving the only the soft glow of a dim lamp near the couch. When they were almost to the bed, George stopped and turned to face Stella. He reached out and took her other hand and looked deeply into her eyes. In a whisper that rang in Stella's ears like bells he simply said, "I want you." Stella gazed up at George's face and then softly squeezed his hands and pulled him to her. George enfolded Stella in his arms and hugged her tightly to him. Stella's face was pressed into George's muscular chest and she could feel the breath slip from his lungs in a pleasurable sigh. She could feel her breasts being flattened out by the pressure of George's body against them. She could also feel George's hands slide down the back of her silk dress and come to rest on her buttocks. George gently pulled her closer to him and Stella could feel his now fully aroused manhood pressing against her stomach and seeking release from its confinement. George's evident arousal caused a little shiver of pleasure to sweep over Stella. George leaned over and passionately kissed her and explored the contours of her body with his hands, which caused her clothing to caress her as well. Stella unbuttoned George's shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of his pants. She was surprised to find that he was not wearing an undershirt and ran her fingers through the curly hair on his chest. Stella leaned in and gently bit his nipples and then licked them with the tip of her tongue as they engorged and became firm. George grasped the zipper on the back of her dress and released it. Stella shrugged the dress from her shoulders, George pulled the sleeves down her arms and the dress fell around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress and pushed it to one side with her foot. George then took great pleasure in caressing her body through her silky lingerie. As George continued his caresses, his erection became more and more the focus of Stella's attention. Soon she felt compelled to release the poor thing from it confinement and undid George's belt, unbuttoned his pants, opened his fly and pushed his pants down over his hips. Stella stepped back and pulled down on George's boxer shorts, which dropped to his ankles as soon as they were clear of the obstruction presented by his now ram rod straight cock. Stella reached out and took the cock in her hand. It was hard and warm to the touch. Stella held the proof of her femininity in her hand. She looked up at George whose head was inclined slightly backward, eyes closed with a grin on his face as the pleasure of her touch traveled throughout his body. Stella was happy that her touch gave George pleasure. Without a moments thought, she dropped to her knees. George's cock stuck straight out from beneath his groin and nearly touched her face. Stella took a deep breath, exhaled, licked her lips and took the firm shaft of hot flesh into her mouth. George groaned with pleasure as he felt Stella's wet, warm mouth engulf his cock. He took her head between his hands and guided her back as he sat on the edge of the bed. He spread his legs to give Stella more headroom and then leaned back on his elbows where he could watch her minister to his member. Stella grasped the base of the shaft and licked the underside of the swollen cock. When she reached the bulbous head she found that its tip was leaking generous amounts of seminal fluid, which was sweet and slick. She used her tongue to spread the slippery fluid around the head while occasionally drawing a small quantity into her mouth so that her taste buds could savor the sweet taste. The taste of the cock was better than she had ever imagined it might be. George was very aroused now and was beginning to thrust his cock forward seeking deeper penetration. Stella submitted to his need and opened her mouth and let George push his cock deep into her oral cavity until it was pressing into the entrance to her throat. Stella closed her lips tightly around the shaft and pulled back sliding the wet cock between her lips and out of her mouth. Stella stood and looked down at George leaning back on the bed. George gazed up at her face and whispered, "Stella, I want you. I want you more than anything I can think of." Stella got onto the bed and sat beside George's reclining body. She held one of his hands between hers and softly replied, "I want you too George and you can have me just as soon as I confess a secret to you." She then proceeded to tell George that Stella was actually a she/male who looked and acted like a woman but did not have the true body of a woman. She told him that if he could accept who she was she was ready to accept him into her body. George lay quietly for several minutes apparently processing what Stella had told him. He them smiled at Stella and said, "If you can receive me as a man I am ready to take you as a woman." Stella grinned and said, "I've been waiting my whole adult life for this moment. I want nothing more than to have you make love to me." With that Stella rose from the bed and unhooked her garter belt from her stockings. She then removed the garter belt. She kicked off her shoes and slid her brief down over her stockings and to her ankles at which point she stepped out of the brief. Next, she took George by the hand and pulled him up off the bed. She got her pocketbook and took out a tube of personal lubricant. Stella spread a generous amount of the lube on George's cock giving an extra thick coating to the head. Lubing up the cock felt so good she had to restrain herself so that she didn't bring George to an early climax. Stella then took a tissue from her purse and squeezed a glob of lube onto it. She reached back between her legs and applied the lube to the entrance to her tunnel and pushed some just inside the opening. All the while Stella maintained eye contact with George so that while he was looking at her he was not watching the mechanics of the preparation. Stella crawled up onto the bed leaving plenty of room for George to follow behind her. She was on her hands and knees and then dropped down on her elbows and forearms. This position pushed her buttocks a bit higher and clearly in a position of complete submission and receptivity to her lover. George got on to the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Stella reached back with both hands and spread her butt cheeks as wide as possible, which pressed her face into the bedding. George reached out and grasped her waist and pulled her toward him as he pushed the head of his shaft against the gleaming hole marking the entrance to Stella's tunnel. George pressed against the entrance and Stella pushed out on the muscles at the entrance causing them to open allowing George's cock head to press through an inside of her. As the head passed the entrance, Stella groaned and gritted her teeth. In spite of all the preparation she was after all still a virgin. George hesitated and asked, "Are you alright?" Stella answered back, "Yes, don't stop. Please don't stop. I want to feel you all the way inside of me." George then began to work the rest of his cock into Stella's tunnel. Finally, he felt her buttocks against his pubic hair and knew there was little further that he could go and stopped. Stella moved her arms back to the front and once again used her elbows and forearms for support. She was breathing a bit fast and making small whimpering sounds but otherwise seemed fine. George could feel the circle of muscle at the entrance to her tunnel gripping his shaft so tightly that it was almost painful. They both just remained in position and didn't move. After a couple of minutes, Stella's muscles began to make an accommodation to the large, firm shaft they encircled. The muscles relaxed somewhat and the tightness gripping George's shaft eased. Stella lay quietly and savored the feel of fullness that George's manhood provided. The feeling of being physically possessed by this handsome man excited Stella and she knew that she was now his to do with what he pleased. She wanted to feel George's pleasure and whispered, "Please fuck me George, fuck me senseless." Hearing Stella's request caused any inhibitions that George still felt to fall away. He began to gently thrust. Stella's tunnel held him tightly so there was no in and out as such but his hard cock meat could move back and forth inside the looser skin covering the engorged tissue mass. Stella could feel her tits gently swaying in rhythm to George's movement. She felt stuffed to the bursting point by George's swollen member. She continued to groan from time to time but urged George on determined that he would not leave the job unfinished. Stella snaked a hand back between her legs and gently cradled George's ball sack in her hand. She lightly massaged his balls as if to ensure that she got all of their juice once they erupted. Soon George could feel his orgasm rising and he thrust forward to put his cock as deeply into Stella as it would go, which elicited a small gasp from her. George's cock erupted and spat glob after glob of his hot, thick sperm from its tip and deep into Stella's body. She was thrilled to feel the spasms from George's cock because she knew he was experiencing the ecstasy that a woman could give a man. When George had expended himself, Stella released his balls and drew her hand back from between her legs. George held on to Stella's hips and pulled them both sideways on to the bed where they lay in a spoon configuration. George was totally spent and just laid breathing deeply with his eyes closed. His left arm was extended and formed a pillow for Stella's head and his right arm lay across her body at her waist. Stella was so happy to have given George his pleasure that she was almost crying with the joy of it. They lay there on the bed quietly merged. As George's member softened, it became more and more difficult for Stella to tell where he ended and she began. Their bodies felt truly melded into one. She felt a warm glow as happiness spread through her body and swept away the discomfort that submitting to her lover's physical need had caused her. George soon fell asleep and Stella just lay content and satisfied with her first experience with a man. As George slept his member began to slide out of Stella and after a while she felt it plop out of her body all together. Stella eased herself out of the bed and gathered up her clothing. She went into the bathroom and shut the door. She cleaned up and got the rest of her clothes on. Finally, she touched up her makeup and brushed her hair. Judging that she looked presentable Stella turned off the light and silently moved back to the side of the bed. In the dim light she could see a pad and pen lying on the bedside table. She took the pen and wrote her personal email address on the pad. She could hear George's rhythmic breathing nearby and could just perceive his scent. She felt a flush of warmth sweep through her body and feelings of tenderness toward her lover overwhelmed her. Stella leaned over and let her lips brush lightly across George's cheek in a good-bye kiss and then stole across the room and out the door. She walked down the hall with a spring in her step and a self-satisfied grin on her face. She reveled in the thought that a part of George was still inside her. His gift to her was at this very moment being absorbed by her body and it would remain a part of her for some time to come. She hoped he would find her email address and that she would hear from him but if not she would still have his gift and the memory of their love making to cherish.