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Richard was in heaven. He was crossing the lobby and getting into an elevator with the most beautiful woman he had ever even dreamt of. And he was dressed as a woman too. Not a clumsy drag queen. Not an embarrassing guy pretending to be woman which everyone but he can see. No. He WAS a woman. A desirable, beautiful, sexy woman! Alex proved it. The guys in the bar proved it. Everyone in this lobby who was clocking them proved it.
The elevator ride up to the penthouse was matched only by the rise in his nervous energy. His sexual tension. His complete attraction to this woman. No. His total addiction to this women.
As the elevator doors closed, Alex pinned him against the wall and kissed him again. Again her tongue snaked into his mouth sending shivers of pleasure up and down his spine. She gently but firmly forced her knee between his legs. Her nylon stocking rubbing against his, forcing his legs apart. The slippery sensation electrifying him still further. She lowered her kiss, slowly, until she was licking and teasing his nipple, which she gently exposed with her long slender hand, keeping him pinned in the corner of the elevator.
He was experiencing the most intense feelings of his life. They weren't quite all male. They weren't centered in his cock, but were running rampant all through his body like wildfire, generally centering on his nipples and pelvic area. Rings of hot and cold. Emanating out, overlapping. He trembled and was becoming weak in the knees.
"This must be what it feels like," he thought as he continued to fall into this magical oblivion.
She released him to his disappointment. Stood back and smiled a knowing smile. That she had him totally. That she was fulfilling his fantasies. That this gorgeous female creature, with a cock, was completely hers. The power. The thrill. The realization of her own private fantasies.
He remained frozen in the position she had pinned in him: arms behind his back, legs apart, eyes closed, least he break the spell. She ran her long slender fingers lightly down his arms, from his bare shoulders to his hands. Then, outlining his tiny waist and flaring hips, she brought them down further. Down his shapely thighs, the backs of his knees, his calves and then slowly up the inside of his legs and thighs. Slowly, deliberately pushing his skirt up. Gently, lightly caressing as her fingertips rose closer to his crotch. Wave after wave of sensuous energy mounting until he thought he would scream out. Pressure building.
Her red polished finger nails glancing across his crotch, continuing up over his stomach. Gently circling his breasts through his clothes. Tracing his collarbone, the sides of his neck. Finally, firmly holding his head, eyes still closed, experiencing this ultimate erotic sensation, and culminating with her soft lips caressing his face. Kissing his eyelids, his nose, his lips. Tongue once again forcing his mouth open and snaking in, as her hands dropped to tingle his nipples, her stocking sheathed leg sliding up and down the insides of his thighs, pressuring his crotch at the top.
He thought he would die of the pure, powerful, sensuous, erotic, fantasy come true, pleasure. To say he was swooning would be a gross understatement. What he was feeling was just too powerful to describe. Too personal to explain. He was totally taken up in his fantasy that this woman somehow seemed to know intimately.
The elevator bell chimed and the doors opened. Alex gently guided him to the penthouse. Once inside she turned to him and said, "We have only just begun, My Love."
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