3 comments/ 25660 views/ 2 favorites Three Times A Lady By: Three Times A Lady "Hello there" I said, trying to make today's two words sound as feminine as possible, trying to keep my tone soft and to some extent gentle, not to give myself away by using too masculine a sound. "Er - good evening" muttered the guy standing by his car. He looked - embarrassed? Worried? Concerned? No, none of these. Interested, that was it. I interested him. At that time that was all I really could have asked for. I walked on, feeling his eyes on my tight arse as I wiggled my way towards the loo door once more. I went in. I thought I'd done pretty well up to that moment but it was then that I realised what I'd actually done. OK, maybe it wasn't earth shattering and it had only actually involved one guy as well as myself. Apart from Elaine at 'Transform', that is, and she didn't know properly what I was up to. But for me it was a lot. A totally closet TV for so many years this was my one big chance and I was so delighted to have been able to dress and actually go out. I looked across the small room, the Ladies' toilet area, that sanctum I couldn't possibly have invaded dressed otherwise. I could see my reflection in a big mirror on the opposite wall. I smiled at myself and walked forwards, watching my long legs reflected, admiring my makeup and so on. It was the very best buzz ever, I was regretting that it was going to come to an end. After my one final walk back to the car, it was going to be back to boring old shirt and trousers, tie and socks - and awful big low-heeled shoes. 'It's not fair', I thought. 'Girls and women get the chance to wear all this gorgeous stuff all the time. What I wouldn't give to be able to dress like this all the time. I mean, I know I could, but there'd be all sorts of trouble, my wife, the neighbours, people at work...' I sighed a little, looked at my reflection for maybe the last time, and took out my lipstick just to give my lips a final touch-up.... "Well, hello there again." I jumped. I staggered, just a little, not surprising considering the very high heels I was wearing. I turned round and looked. It was him. HIM! Just for a moment I couldn't say a word, I was so surprised. This wasn't in the script. I truly didn't know what to do, what to say. He was standing in the doorway - of the Ladies' loo! Shit, this wasn't fair, I'd gone to all that trouble to look the part - and he hadn't at all. "Er - this is the Ladies' loo, you know, should you....?" I dried up. "Should I be here? Well darling, should you be here?" Shit again. Double shit. I was so sure, Elaine had done such a job on me, surely....? "No, darling. I have to say, looking at you now, you look totally gorgeous. It was last night, when you spoke to me, it was just something about the way you spoke, I thought then 'Is this a tranny?' Otherwise I wouldn't have realised but I suppose it's because I've seen TVs before. I used to live near a club in London when I was a kid, saw lots of them. I've always been fascinated by TVs and now..... well." He held out a hand towards me. I realised that my day wasn't quite over, I reached out and held it. I could see in the mirror. A couple! Me and him, side by side, holding hands, wow. But there was more to come. As we stood there he slowly pulled me towards him and slid an arm round my waist. "I've always wanted to do this, so..." We kissed. I really wasn't expecting that and maybe gave the impression that I wasn't enjoying it. He pulled away from me quite quickly, I just stood there gathering my thoughts. Then I noticed. Over the next few seconds things were happening. On my part I know it was subconscious - really wasn't intending to do it but as things progressed I noticed. My body was moving. No longer was I holding this guy's hand. My own hands had moved up, over his torso until I was pulling his head to mine - and gave him the kiss of a lifetime. I was lost in the moment, the long moment as it extended from seconds to maybe nearly a minute. And all that time his body was moving too, his crotch was being pushed against my stomach, his own hands were wandering over my tightly clad body, clutching at my arse, fondling my 'tits', suddenly it was all happening. We parted. "Wow!!" was his first word. I very appropriate choice. "That was fucking fantastic, I never knew..." "Shut the fuck up. Come here, baby". I was in dreamland, overwhelmed by the emotions sweeping through me. I hadn't the faintest idea who this guy was but he'd kissed me - and I wanted more. I pressed my lips to his once more and opened my mouth voraciously exploring his with my tongue, our passionate embrace just went on and on, I didn't want it to end, this was in some way what being a woman was really like, I was loving it..... "You never did. You slag!" We both jumped. We'd both heard it, a voice, from just behind us. Someone else was coming! How dare they, how dare anyone interrupt my ecstasy, my moment of glory, my very first dramatic moments of womanhood! The bitch! The bitches! We stood there immobile, each cradled in the other's arms. The door was opening, the door to the ladies' loo. We could hear, we couldn't see yet, two voices, two pairs of high heels clattering in the way mine had on the concrete. I shouldn't be there, hell, HE shouldn't be there, and he realised it just in time. With a move which would have been a credit to a gymnast, a ballet dancer, a professional footballer desperate to line up a shot - he grabbed me round the waist and twirled. I felt a little giddy as we turned together, then realised what was happening. He slid us both in through the open cubicle door beside us, expertly as if he had been practicing the move for hours although of course I knew he hadn't. He reached and pushed the door shut quickly, catching it just before it was about to slam, gently and silently closing it and pushing the small lock into place. We both heard the slight creak of the main door to the Ladies' then... "Slag? Me, a slag. Christ, Jenny, what about you and David then, last week, I mean, at that party, when you got David's dick in your hand..." I was still very much aroused, obviously. The interruption of these two girls - I assumed there were just two - had obviously had some sort of effect on me, on us. But together as we were, in that confined space, facing each other with our arms round each other, I was still very much excited. I reached down - so was he! I couldn't stop myself. Well, in that situation it's not surprising is it. Simultaneously I reached up and pressed my mouth once more to his, savouring the feeling as my rich red lips slid over his, as I forced his mouth open and explored with my tongue and, at the same time, sliding the zip down and slipping my hand right in. He was huge! Or at least it seemed that way to me. I tugged a little and released him from our passionate French kiss. I looked down to see my own red-taloned fingers sliding quite forcefully over his aroused - very aroused - cock. ".... and when he slid his hand up your skirt, Jenny, well, I just didn't know where to look...." His hand, which had been resting on my upper thigh, began to slide up further, past the tops of my stockings, over my bare flesh, until it came to rest against my now exposed arse. I had to kiss him again, to cover his mouth with mine, to keep in my cry of delight. I daren't say anything, the two girls would hear and then all hell might well break loose. I just had to hold it all in, to suffer my ecstasy in hot groping silence. We could both hear shuffling outside the cubicle door, maybe they were going to leave soon. "..................You didn't know, Carol? What about me? I mean, it was big! Surprised me, his brother's is hardly half the size. When Cec slid it up me, well...." The erotic chat and the while situation was getting to us. I looked down. I could hardly take my eyes off what I could see, and now I knew that all I wanted was to have that hot, thick, hard cock deep inside me. I pulled my legs as wide apart as they would go to give him access to my virgin arse. "Fuck me" I whispered to him. "Fuck my arse. I want to feel your cock inside me." He needed no further bidding and pulled the crotch of my knickers to one side. Boy was I glad I'd worn stockings! Then he moved forward a little, pressing the head of his cock against my hole. I reached down to grasp the head of his swollen member and guide it into place as I pushed out with my sphincter to try to welcome him in. I was close to something special, I knew. I looked him straight in the eyes, I couldn't help smiling as his pressure continued, wincing a little as he moved further in. I just had to kiss him again, hard, as I felt his cock forcing into me, forcing up my waiting arse. "....and when Cec fucked me later that night, well, I thought he'd split me in half, really, he was the biggest cock I've had up my pussy yet." The two voices seemed to collapse in collective giggles, we both heard the click-click of two pairs of high heels, then the creak of the door and the slight thud as it closed. "Christ, darling, you are just sensational, I've wanted to do this for so long, for so long, I'm nearly - OH MY GOD!" Suddenly he was there! His cock-head was forcing its way past the slippery muscle and being drawn inside. God, that felt big! He waited a moment as he felt me clench hard just behind the head of his cock, before I could relax the involuntary action. "God that is so good!" I almost shouted as he pushed further. "Fuck me darling, fuck your slut!" As he felt me relaxing, he pushed forward again and I was amazed by the ease with which he slid even deeper inside me. He pulled back a little and I felt some of his length slip out of me. Even as I was starting to feel relief from the fullness, he pumped his hips and thrust back in again, adding another inch or so. A couple more strokes and his 7 inches were buried inside me, and I could feel his balls pressing up against me. He thrust forward with his whole body until there was no more of him left to feed me, then rested as we both enjoyed the feelings. I could feel the heat of him burning deep into me, feel the blood pulsing in his throbbing meat through my tightly-stretched arse, feel the most completely full feeling I had ever experienced. "Is that good?" he asked. "Fucking marvellous!" I laughed in reply. "You?" "God, you're tight," he laughed. "Well, you'll just have to break me in then, won't you my darling?" I answered, leaning forward again to kiss him hard, to feel his hot lips on mine once more. "Okay, then. One good hard fucking coming up." With that, he withdrew almost all the way, just leaving the head buried in me, before pushing his length back in to the hilt, repeating the action again and again. He pumped that hard cock of his into me nice and slowly - long, deep stroke after long, deep stroke - filling me full of himself with every thrust as I tried to spread my buttocks even further for him. I was moaning now with every stroke, encouraging him, begging him to fuck me harder. His tempo increased gradually, forcing himself deep into my slick hole with each thrust. I reached around behind him, digging my long red nails in to clasp his buttocks and draw him in deeper still. Both of us were reaching a point of no return, fast. His pounding was increasing in speed and vigour and suddenly, the stretching, the pumping, the pressure deep inside me was too much and I shuddered over the edge. My climax hit me and my own burning cock spewed white-hot cum, pumping what seemed like pints of the stuff between our two slapping bellies. As my cock jerked and convulsed, I could feel my stretched sphincter clenching his gorgeous rod in sympathy, the spasms translated into a tight gripping motion on the cock pounding in and out of my hole. Suddenly, he was crying out too. He went rigid, seemingly trying to bury his entire body inside me as with one huge, final thrust he started to come. I could feel the super-heat of his semen filling my guts as he twitched and jerked, spasming deep in my hole, his hips bumping against my body again as he pumped me full. It seemed to take minutes for it to finish, then he was panting, laughing, gasping for breath. Our two sweaty, cum-covered bodies were locked together by the tight muscles of my hole. Finally, he slid his still-firm manhood slid out from my hole, some of his cum drooling out across my thigh and down over my stocking tops. I didn't care. As we came down from our sexual high I looked across at my lover. "God, that was good," I gasped, as we both tried to get our breath back. "When you say a good fucking, you mean it!" I was ecstatic, so was he, we'd both, in very unexpected circumstances, realised a dream. After rearranging our clothing to something resembling decency we walked together hand-in-hand back across the car park towards my car. I turned towards him. I took him in my arms again, pressing his body against mine as we gently kissed. "I don't even know your name" he said as we parted, realising the moment had passed, we had to part. "I won't even ask. How about next week, same time, same place?" I had to think. Marcia would be home. How on earth could I manage it? I imagined the situation, me coming down the stairs in a tight mini and high heeled stilettos, tarted up to the hilt again. "Just off out for an hour or so honey. OK?" That wasn't going to happen but I just couldn't say no. "Maybe" was all I could say. © 2003 by Bethany Jacques.