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Bobbi's Story 6 One, Two, Three, Kick!
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go to my apartment near here, but just talk, okay?" Alan agreed,
and promised to be a gentleman. I wished that I did not have to ask
him to be that way. I felt a physical attraction to him, but I dared
not pursue that. There was no telling what a straight guy might do
when he found something other than what he expected between my
legs.
We got up from our table, and I took Alan's arm again. It only
took a few minutes to walk to my apartment since it was only two
blocks away. I hoped that he would enjoy just talking like this. The
last night of a soldier's leave before he went off to war should be
something special. We went in, and I asked him to have a seat in the
living room. He sat on the sofa.
"Would you like a drink or coffee?," I asked. He nodded, and
said, "Sure, do you have any scotch?" I did, so I poured two on the
rocks, and carried them over to him. I handed one to him, and put
mine on the coffee table. Then I took off my jacket, and joined him
on the couch.
"Cheers!," he said lifting his glass to me, and we both took a
drink. We continued our conversation from where we had left off. He
told me all about his plans for the future, and I felt myself warming
even more to him. I was so engrossed in listening to him that I did
not notice that he was inching closer to me until I realized that his
arm was on the back of the sofa behind me.
"You're getting a little closer than we agreed we would get, aren't
you?," I asked politely. Alan did not move, but said, "I'm sorry, but
I just feel very attracted to you. I would like to get even closer." His
words had a lot of affection in them, and I found myself wanting him
to get closer too. It was crazy to think that I might pull this off too
like I had with the modeling job this afternoon. I wanted him to kiss
me, and a lot more, but if he found out that I was not as much of a
woman as I presented myself to be, things could get ugly. Maybe all
the drinks, and the wine at dinner were clouding my thinking, but I
thought I had a way to do even this. I leaned my head back against
his arm, closed my eyes, and felt his lips press against mine.
I know now how foolish it was to be doing this with a straight
guy who did not know what I was, but I just could not help myself.
I felt his arms enfold me, and we kissed some more. I only hoped
that I could keep my penis safely out of the way no matter how it
was starting to harden in its concealment.
Then I felt his hand touch my breast, and my penis react in its
tuck between my legs. He wanted more than a kiss, and I had to do
something, so I said, "I'm having my period. We can't do what you
want to, but be gentle, and maybe we'll find a way." His other hand
undid the buttons at the back of my blouse, and in a moment I wore
only my bra above my waist.
"Okay," I said, "let me get comfortable." I stood, and unhooked
my bra. My tiny breasts were not much at all, but Alan stood to
suck on the nipples while I unzipped my skirt, and let it fall to the
floor. He was sending little shivers of pleasure all through me with
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his sucking and nibbling. His arms about my middle felt so good and
strong. I was almost beyond caring if he found out what I was or
not. I only knew that it felt good to be held and touched by him. He
was still kissing me while I unbuckled his belt to let his slacks drop
around his ankles.
I went to my knees before him, and slowly pulled down his briefs
exposing his hard, seven inch, circumcised cock in front of my face.
I took hold of his muscular thighs, and moved closer to it. I looked
up into his eyes, and he was smiling back at me. "I told you we
would find a way," I said softly to him. "We might not be able to
do more than this because of my period, but I'll make it good for
you." I turned my attention back to his cock placing a gentle kiss on
the tip, and licking all around the head. Alan shuddered in pleasure
when I did this, and my own little penis was throbbing like mad. I
dare not even think of it having any release this time no matter how
bad I was going to need it. I would have to take care of that myself
later.
Alan sat down on the sofa again at my urging, and I took his cock
in my mouth completely for the first time. It was hot, and it tasted
ever so good. He would not have a blow-job like this again for quite
a while, so I gave him one of my best. I was also counting on getting
him to give so much this way that he would forget about trying to
do anything else with me. The story about my "period" would only
go so far. If her tried to force himself on me, he was too strong for
me to resist.
I did all the things that I know best how to do with a man's cock
and balls. I licked the shaft and balls all over, taking his balls into my
mouth one at a time to juggle them on my tongue. He shuddered in
ecstasy when I slipped the tip of my tongue into his pee-slit to taste
the drops of pre-cum that were waiting there for me to enjoy. I raked
my nails gently over the hot crinkly flesh of his scrotum knowing full
well from personal experience what that would feel like to him.
At last I took the full length shaft of Alan's cock into my mouth,
and began to move my lips up and down as I worked it in and out of
my mouth. I started out slowly letting him enjoy each stroke while I
continued to play with his balls with my hand. Then I moved faster
and faster until he could hold out no longer, and rewarded me with
a huge mouthful of hot, sticky, and salty cum. I drank it all down
greedily, and then moved up on the sofa to sit next to him, and stroke
his cock while it softened.
We kissed, fondled, and cuddled a while longer, but soon he had
to leave to catch a bus back to New Jersey where he lived. I would
have liked to have asked him to spend the night, but there was no
way that I could have concealed my penis from him for that long the
way that I felt about him. It was best that he leave.
He pulled his pants back up, but I stayed in just my panties,
garter-belt, stockings, and heels. He looked at me in the way that a
man looks at a real woman, for that was what I was to him. I had
pulled off getting the job today, and I had pulled being seduced by
a straight man off tonight. I was sure that things would not always
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go this well, but I was extatic with myself that night. It all went to
just confirming that I was the woman that I knew I was, and that
nothing should stand in my way to the goal of being all the woman
I could be. I vowed that nothing would!
Alan kissed me as he left, and I gave him my address and tele-
phone number. He wrote to me from Viet-Nam for about five months,
and then the letters just stopped. I wrote to his company comman-
der asking if he was all right. In return, I got a letter from the unit
Chaplain telling me that Alan would write to me no more. He had
stepped on a mine, and was killed outright. I cried for him. I only
hoped that he had enjoyed his last night on leave.
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