Linda's Lay on the Thames Part 6
Day 8 Tuesday
I woke up to find Angela was not beside me in bed and all the covers turned down from the portholes, including the one above my side of the bed. Meanwhile daylight streamed in through the now re-opened skylight. I got up and stared back at the war zone that the bed had become. I could make out the dry patches from our bodily fluids and took to the bathroom. I had a very nice, warm shower, standing in the bath tub and returned to the main cabin, towelling myself down. I found Angela, wearing denim dungarees over a t-shirt, her Breton fisherman’s cap and a pair of black flats. Rosie the dog at her side.
“Morning sleepy head.” She said cheerfully. She took the dog off the leash and it walked up to me, mewling pathetically as it did so. I bent down and gave her a good rubbing on her head between her eyes.
“Morning,” I replied, “I hope you don’t mind but I took a shower.”
“That’s what its there for.” Angela noted, “Breakfast?” She asked. Without waiting for my answer she set to work in the kitchen. I finished drying and then feeling a little stiff I assumed some yoga positions. By the time I was feeling loose and supple again breakfast was ready. Still in the bath towel, I sat opposite Angela and ate a breakfast of scrambled eggs, slightly burnt toast and a bowl of muesli, finished off with a mug of sweet tea and a custard crème biscuit. We talked as we ate, Angela again apologising if she’d been too rough the night before or too insulting with her dirty talk. She explained she got carried away and that I was only her second sexual conquest this year (last year due to the Pandemic she’d had none). I was again able to reassure her that nothing was wrong and that I had thoroughly enjoyed myself. I offered to help her make the bed but Angela said she’d sort it out herself. I applied toiletries, dressed, gathered my things together and said goodbye to her and the dog. I returned to sunlight and rejoining the path, made my way at a brisk walking pace away from the houseboat. Angela was alright, all said and done, but she was the first lay I’d had on the trip with whom I’d not exchanged contact details with and had no real desire to see again…
Day 9 Wednesday
In contrast to yesterday, when I woke up this morning in my bed at the Hotel du Vin in Henley-on-Thames, I felt rested and content. After another sex-free day (it had been gruelling nearly nine hour journey including lunch and rest stops, passing through Reading), I’d retired to bed after dinner, reading more of my book – the author had long since ‘passed me’ on his journey along the Thames – before falling into a satisfying slumber around 11.00. I was here for the world-famous Henley-Regatta…
After a day of watching hot, muscular men rowing down the river and avoiding crowds of ‘toffs’ I headed to the relative safety of the Angel on the Bridge around 7.30. I’d felt a little out of place; in no small part due to the fact that on my two prior visits to the world-famous celebration of rowing, I’d been worry designer dresses, hats and other such paraphernalia. This time, I wore jeans and my blue & white striped t-shirt and white trainers. I’d simply not packed anything formal for reasons of weight, hence borrowing a dress from Andrea back in Oxford. Most of the revelry to be had at the Angel was fortunately outside on the riverside terrace and I could occasionally hear roars and cheers from those assembled. I bought a drink – a medium Merlot - at the bar, resting atop a wooden cliff in brilliant pale-blue. I glanced around the room and my eyes alighted on an attractive young woman of not more than 20, sitting alone in a brown leather chair beside one of the fireplaces. She had shoulder-length raven-coloured hair, and haunting good looks, that were somewhat unique. She was moderately made-up, a little eye-shadow, blush and pale-pink lipstick. She wore a flowery summer dress, sleeveless, low cut and figure-hugging as far as the waste. The skirt section was pleated and I guessed came down to a few inches above her knees. The outfit was completed by a pair of nude sheer tights and off-white heeled shoes. I She was slim or possibly athletic and was tall, at least 5”10 standing. One stockinged leg seductively crossed over the other with the shoe on the end of that foot dangling from her nylon-shod toes. She was engrossed in a book and had a nearly empty glass of wine on the small wooden table in front of her. I liked her already and was intrigued by her face, though beautiful, it seemed…
“Anyone sitting here?" I indicated the empty matching chair opposite.
“No, no-one.” She replied. Taking that for permission I sat down and put my own drink on the table next to hers after first taking a sip.
“I thought I’d get a bite to eat and a drink at the famous Angel on the Bridge before heading back to my hotel.” I explained.
“That’s nice.” She replied. I detected a North American accent when she spoke. For a few minutes an awkward silence reigned as she continued reading, occasionally pausing to reach for her glass and take a sip from it. This went on for some minutes (I supped my Merlot as well), until she first ran out of wine and then second, appeared to finish a chapter or section of her book. A leather bound book, the title of which I couldn’t quite make-out.
She put the book down and when she did, a change came over her. She visibly warmed, a smile forming on her face.
“Please forgive me if I seemed rude, I just had to finish the chapter I was on.”
“That’s okay. I’m a bit of a bookworm myself and when I’m reading, I’d don’t like to be interrupted.” I said truthfully. “Buy it from the rare book shop on the other side of the road?” I gestured in the general direction of the shop.
“That’s right, a copy of ‘Gulliver’s Travels’ from the mid-nineteenth century.” She said jubilantly as if she’d found the Holy Grail, which perhaps for her it was.
“I’m Linda by the way. I’m staying at the Hotel du Vin.” I stretched across the table and we shook hands.
“I’m Lily. And what a coincidence, so am I.” She replied.
“So you’re not a local?” I asked.
“Well, I would have thought the accent might have given me away.” She smiled and also blushed, running one of hands through her hair.
“I did notice the accent, but I didn’t want to appear rude.” I replied.
“I’m from Toronto, Canada. I’ve just finished my second year reading English Literature at Cambridge University.” She explained.
“Here for the Regatta?” I asked.
“That’s right, and to look around the town, it’s very beautiful.”
“I’ve been here twice before for the Regatta, though I usually dress differently to this.” I gently tugged on my blouse for effect.
“Why didn’t you dress up this time?” She asked.
“Well, this time around I’m hiking the Thames from its source to Tower Bridge in London. I didn’t have any room for formalwear in my backpack.”
“Oh wow. I’d love to do something like that.” She exclaimed.
“Perhaps you can one day. Staying here for the holidays?”
“Oh, no, no I’m flying back to Toronto on the weekend. And then I’m taking what you Brits call a ‘gap year’ before I return for my final year.”
We walked back to the Hotel, a red brick building next to a brewery. We both collected our respective keys and went upstairs.
“It’s still early.” I remarked as we stood outside my room.
“9.30.” Lily confirmed, consulting her wristwatch.
“Want to come in for a chat?” I opened the door, which creaked slightly and stood to reveal it in all its glory.
“Oh wow.” She again exclaimed and walked past me, her long legs carrying her in just a couple of strides inside. My room was a mixture of old and new with exposed wooden beams and, exposed whitewashed brick walls and contemporary furniture, including a large double-bed.
“I take it you like it? This isn’t even a top-of-the-range room here.”
“It’s got my single room beat, hands down.” She turned around a full 360, taking in the scene before sitting down on the end of the bed. The situation was getting better and better. I dropped down beside her which made her bounce up and down on the somewhat springy mattress.
“It make’s a great trampoline.” I remarked. Having got Lily to my room and on my bed was to get her in it with me. “So I take it you’re here alone, like me?”
“That’s right. Footloose and fancy free.”
“No boy or girlfriend?” I asked.
“Not at the moment, nope. Truth be told, its not easy finding people who would like me like that.” She again blushed. And found it difficult to look at me.
“Do you like girls, or boys?” Lily asked me. I gently took hold of her chin in my one and hand and, turning her face towards me and as my other arm snaked around her waste, bringing her even closer to me.
“Both.” I replied and kissed her. I could tell from her reaction that she didn’t find my advances unwelcome. Her mouth opened and hungrily accepted my tongue whilst simultaneously inserting hers into my own mouth. After a few moments we broke the kiss.
“Oh wow!” It was fast becoming her catchphrase.
“I take it you liked it?” She nodded. “Well there’s plenty more where that came from.” I leaned in to kiss her again. This time she pushed against me.
“I don’t know about this.” She said. I instantly released her. No means no.
“What’s wrong was I going too fast for you?”
“Not that.” She replied shaking her head.
“You’re not a virgin are you?” Again, Lily shook her head.
“Perhaps it’s better if I show you. You may not want to make love to me anymore then.”
Lily stood up, kicked off her shoes and turned her back to me. She hitched up her dressed revealing a nicely shaped arse, accentuated by the sheer nylon of her tights which were sheer-to-waste with a two-inch thick waste band to keep them up. I savoured the sight before me and had to restrain myself from reaching for her. She hooked her thumbs into the waste band and took the tights down as far as her knees, letting the dress fall back into place. She bent over and a leg at a time removed them, kicking them away. I the n saw it, protruding from the crotch, what could only be described as a sheath, almost like a condom. She rose to her feet and slowly turned around, a glum look on her face and then took hold of the hem of her dress and lifted it up. I saw it straightaway of course. Not the fleshy-petals of a vagina, but a penis, a semi-erect penis at that and testicles.
“You’re trans.” I remarked. The comment was redundant. Lily nodded, letting go of the dress, which fell back down into place.
“I’m currently in transition. I’ve always known I was a woman and since f******n I’ve been on HRT. I’ve grown breasts, which I’ve had augmented with silicone implants, some plastic surgery to make my face look more feminine than it already was. Even operations on my vocal chords, though I started HRT just before puberty took full effect, so that had an impact on them. In just over a week’s time, back in Canada I’ll have the first of two SRS – sexual reassignment surgery - operations to give me a fully working pussy and clit.”
“I’ve heard about SRS operations. They’re painful and it takes time to heal. That’s why you’re taking a year out of uni?” I noted.
“That’s right. But it’ll be worth it in the end. No worrying when I go to the lady’s room or wear a bathing suit. And no worrying when I get the chance to have sex and fear how the men and women who bed me react when they see me like you just did.”
“Did you get much action then, if you’re not a virgin? Any support from like-minded groups?” I was thinking about the group Lydia worked with in Oxford and assumed there were equivalents in other university towns and cities.
“I found it was fifty-fifty, where sex was concerned. Like you I’m bi and quite often if I had the chance to sleep with a lesbian, they weren’t too pleased to see, him.” She indicated her cock.
“And straight men had a similar response?” I asked.
“Yeah, but there were also some bi-men and women who took exception. I guess for them it was a case of; ‘If I wanted a man I’d have got a man. I wanted a woman.’”
“Well, I’m not put off.” I said.
“You’re not?” I answered Lily by returning to her side and kissing her passionately.
We embraced and fell back on the bed. My hand reached under her dress and began stroking her cock to life. Due to the hormones and I suspect, being restrained and taped, even erect, it wasn’t going to be the biggest I’d ever had, but as the saying goes, ‘size isn’t everything’.
“I see you like that.” I referred to her erection. “Some trans-women don’t like having sex with their male genitalia.”
“I’ve got no issues there.” Lily said, placing one of her hands on mine as we resumed kissing. Eventually we separated and I quickly stripped off. With only a dress and bra on, Lily easily beat me. Now naked our milky-white bodies became entwined.
“Let’s give this fellow a good send off before he’s decommissioned.” I quipped as I rhythmically pumped Lily’s cock. I was determined to take things gently with Lily, as she seemed vulnerable at the moment. Of course, as the evening developed, if she wanted more, then I would be happy to oblige. Our mouths were seemingly locked together perpetually, our tongues darting in and out of mouths or tracing paths across our lips whilst my free hand (and both of Lily’s wandered over our bodies, exploring everything of interest.
“Oh, that’s so nice, please don’t stop!” She remarked during one of the breaks in our kissing referring to my ‘Jacking’ her off.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I promised and glanced down. Her cock was now engorged and certainly much larger than I’d first envisioned. The glans beneath its hood was red and veins were prominent all over the shaft.
“Ahhh! Oooo!” Lily’s gasping, groaning and heavy-breathing told me that she wasn’t going to last much longer. After one final, lingering kiss I changed my position and began pumping faster and harder, which I could tell she loved. Her cock was twitching and gently kneading her balls with my free hand, I could tell she was ready to pop. Sure enough, after a bout of intense ‘hand-to-gland’ action by me, her hips reared up and after giving a little shout, semen began spouting from her head like an exploding volcano. I continued my up and down hand-motions as the hot liquid landed initially on her stomach and then began dribbling down onto my hand and beyond, pooling at its base.
Her orgasm having ended I leaned over and inserted her penis in my mouth, sucking all the salty juices from it. I worked down the shaft (and my own hand) and then used my tongue to trace a path of spunk all the way down her abdomen to her groin.
“Yum, you taste great.” I said. “Here, try some.” I rose up and lying atop her we cum-kissed. After the kiss I was about to roll onto my stomach.
“Sit on my face.” Lily said. I didn’t need for the request to be uttered twice and dutifully crawled up and positioned myself so that I was sitting astride her head. I then lowered my cunt down onto her eagerly waiting mouth. It’s said that nobody understands a woman’s body better than another body and like most women who’d slept with other women, when it came to cunnilingus, it was my opinion also. That wasn’t to say that I never had a satisfying time being orally-pleasured by a man or pre-op transsexual (Lily wasn’t my first), but it lacked a certain finesse. Lily however, knew precisely what she was doing. Perhaps she’d spent time watching videos to see how CIS women did things, including eating pussy. But however she did it; she was a supreme rug-muncher. Her tongue knew all the little tricks. She licked around my clit, its hood and up and down the lips of my labia. She would even prod my opening with the tip of her tongue. Oh yes, this girl knew what she was doing alright.
“Oooo! Ahhh! That’s it – Oooo! You’ve a real talent- Mmm -for this!” Lily for her part just kept right on licking and sucking away at my bits, sucking my clit after finally coaxing it out of its hood like an ice-lolly.
“Oh God! Keep that up and I might squirt!” I exclaimed. To be sure I wasn’t even sure if she could even hear me as my thighs were pressed against the sides of her head, almost like a vice. Nevertheless, Lily, bless her heart, did just that, keeping up the pressure on my clitty and pussy lips. By now I was very wet down there. A mixture of Lily’s saliva and my juices. So slick was I down there that I had to press down with my crotch, positively grinding my muff against her mouth, using my heads, held out against the wall as leverage to push myself down on her. I could feel my climax building and it erupted from somewhere down inside my stomach, travelling up through my spine, into my nervous system and reached the tips of my toes, fingers and the top of my head at once.
“AAAHHHHH!’ I bayed. I shuddered a few times, Lily’s arms and hands clamping down on my thighs to hold me in place as I did so.
As I climbed down off my orgasmic ‘perch’ I raised my one leg and arced it over Lily’s head as if I were dismounting a bike or horse. I looked down at the supine form of Lily, worried that she was hurt, or in distress. Though her face was very red and there were beads of sweat all over her brow, she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Did I do it right?” She asked expectantly.
“Did you ever.” I grinned back at her and took her in my arms, kissing her on the lips. This time as our tongues came together in the other one’s mouth, I could taste myself on her. We then lay still for some time, on our sides, just staring longingly into each other’s eyes, gently stroking our cheeks with the backs of hands. But it was but the calm before the storm, a chance to gather our strength for what was to come. We resumed kissing and the kisses became decreasingly tender and increasingly passionate.
“How would you like the honour of being the last person to be nailed by him?” Lily asked me, referring to her now once again erect prick.
“Bring it.” I said. Grinning from ear to ear, Lily resumed kissing me, hard.
“Get on all fours by the edge of the bed. I’ll be right back.” She instructed me. I did so as she slipped off the bed and started trawling through her handbag.
“I know I’ve one somewhere.” She said, as much to me as to her. “Voila!” She shouted and in seeming triumph, held up a pack of three condoms. She paused to check the use-by date and satisfied that it was still in the future, removed one of the packets and opened it. She slid the ultra-thin condom on her prick and moved behind me. I could feel the thin rubber and meaty bulk contained within. She first teased me a little, gently slapping her rubber-clad cock against my arse-cheeks and then against my still-moist clitty.
“Give it to me Lily, I want it. I want you inside me!” I pleaded.
“Sorry, girl, I just wanted to savour this, for what will undoubtedly be the last time.” And then she inserted it into my gash, my labia lips duly opening up to accommodate her. And then she pulled it out, making sure that the condom wasn’t damaged or pulled off in the process.
“Teasing bitch!” I playfully admonished her.
‘Well, just for calling me that…” As ‘punishment’ she repeated this process a couple more times.
On the fifth time, however, her cock remained in place for a moment or two. She then began rocking back and forth, her pee-stick penetrating me a little more with each thrust until her pelvis was regularly coming into contact with my bum. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The noise of our two bodies coming into close contact was as much a turn-on as the many other sex-noises made.
“Mmm! Oooo! Ahhh!” Became my dialogue in this one act play we were performing together. For her part, Lily was grunting and groaning as she shafted me. I wondered what was going through her mind as she fucked me. Knowing as things stood this probably was the last time for her. As I’d mentioned to her earlier, I had heard of a number of pre-op trans-women who were so unhappy at having the male member between their legs that for them, sex just wasn’t fun, but Lily clearly wasn’t among them. She banged away, growing in speed and ferocity, she was enjoying her work and my pussy and I were enjoying it to for good measure. There were a number of times when she would slow down, almost to a crawl. It wasn’t another tease this was her, restraining herself. She was determined to prolong the sensation for this last bout of penile intercourse. She continued fucking me, slowly, deliberately, in and out, in and out.
“Mmm! Ahhh!” I continued verbalising, in-between gasps and intakes of breath. And then Lily began going for it again, hard and fast.
“Ahhh! Oooo! That’s it Lily, give it to me girl, give it to me!” I called and began pushing against her with hands on the bed.
But after a minute or two Lily’s thrusting again slowed to a crawl. This time I thought she must be teasing.
“Turn over and lie on your back.” She said and carefully inched out of me. This time the condom needed replacing and as she discarded it and replaced it with another I settled onto the bed, my head resting on the pillow, legs spread in anticipation. I she climbed on the bed and I once more felt her passing through the gates of my love-tunnel. There was no teasing this time. She began moving in and out of me, sitting up and taking hold of each ankle, she held my legs up and out in a ‘V’. Oh it was wonderful. The contact with the walls of my vagina and in particular my ‘G-spot’ was so good. I could feel the tingling from my sensitive vaginal walls as Lily’s cock kept coming into contact with them.
“Ahhh! Lily!” I said. Lily for her part kept fucking away, the headboard now banging against the wall in sync with Lily’s thrusts. BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Oooo! Mmm! Ahhh! Lily, lily I’m cumming!”
“Cum, for me!” She demanded and I duly obliged. I’m quite convinced I squirted, my position, preventing me from soiling the bedclothes with my juices. For her part, Lily’s grimacing face was once more red & sweaty and she was gasping and groaning. Suddenly she gave three or four quick strokes, followed by one or two long ones, preceded by a cry of “AHHHHH!!”. She held her position for a few more moments, slowly rocking back and forth again, before releasing my ankles and withdrawing her cock. I instantly took action and had Lily lie down next to me. I then practically ripped off the condom, the teat on the end full of her hot-cum and I lay down beside her, my head, touching hers.
“Ready?” I asked.
“For what?” She replied and then glancing up saw me holding both ends of the condom and tipping it up so the open end was over our heads. Realising what I was doing she changed her position. Our mouths were now open wide as, like two hungry chicks in a nest we received a torrent of Lily’s man-cum. We both caught a few big globs of her salty-discharge in our mouths and licked the remnants from each other’s faces with our tongues. Despite that, our faces were sticky and we adjourned to the bathroom and washed and douched ourselves thoroughly. After emptying our bladders and cleaning our teeth, we adjourned to bed and lay in each other’s arms, occasionally kissing until sleep overcame us.
I woke up to find Angela was not beside me in bed and all the covers turned down from the portholes, including the one above my side of the bed. Meanwhile daylight streamed in through the now re-opened skylight. I got up and stared back at the war zone that the bed had become. I could make out the dry patches from our bodily fluids and took to the bathroom. I had a very nice, warm shower, standing in the bath tub and returned to the main cabin, towelling myself down. I found Angela, wearing denim dungarees over a t-shirt, her Breton fisherman’s cap and a pair of black flats. Rosie the dog at her side.
“Morning sleepy head.” She said cheerfully. She took the dog off the leash and it walked up to me, mewling pathetically as it did so. I bent down and gave her a good rubbing on her head between her eyes.
“Morning,” I replied, “I hope you don’t mind but I took a shower.”
“That’s what its there for.” Angela noted, “Breakfast?” She asked. Without waiting for my answer she set to work in the kitchen. I finished drying and then feeling a little stiff I assumed some yoga positions. By the time I was feeling loose and supple again breakfast was ready. Still in the bath towel, I sat opposite Angela and ate a breakfast of scrambled eggs, slightly burnt toast and a bowl of muesli, finished off with a mug of sweet tea and a custard crème biscuit. We talked as we ate, Angela again apologising if she’d been too rough the night before or too insulting with her dirty talk. She explained she got carried away and that I was only her second sexual conquest this year (last year due to the Pandemic she’d had none). I was again able to reassure her that nothing was wrong and that I had thoroughly enjoyed myself. I offered to help her make the bed but Angela said she’d sort it out herself. I applied toiletries, dressed, gathered my things together and said goodbye to her and the dog. I returned to sunlight and rejoining the path, made my way at a brisk walking pace away from the houseboat. Angela was alright, all said and done, but she was the first lay I’d had on the trip with whom I’d not exchanged contact details with and had no real desire to see again…
Day 9 Wednesday
In contrast to yesterday, when I woke up this morning in my bed at the Hotel du Vin in Henley-on-Thames, I felt rested and content. After another sex-free day (it had been gruelling nearly nine hour journey including lunch and rest stops, passing through Reading), I’d retired to bed after dinner, reading more of my book – the author had long since ‘passed me’ on his journey along the Thames – before falling into a satisfying slumber around 11.00. I was here for the world-famous Henley-Regatta…
After a day of watching hot, muscular men rowing down the river and avoiding crowds of ‘toffs’ I headed to the relative safety of the Angel on the Bridge around 7.30. I’d felt a little out of place; in no small part due to the fact that on my two prior visits to the world-famous celebration of rowing, I’d been worry designer dresses, hats and other such paraphernalia. This time, I wore jeans and my blue & white striped t-shirt and white trainers. I’d simply not packed anything formal for reasons of weight, hence borrowing a dress from Andrea back in Oxford. Most of the revelry to be had at the Angel was fortunately outside on the riverside terrace and I could occasionally hear roars and cheers from those assembled. I bought a drink – a medium Merlot - at the bar, resting atop a wooden cliff in brilliant pale-blue. I glanced around the room and my eyes alighted on an attractive young woman of not more than 20, sitting alone in a brown leather chair beside one of the fireplaces. She had shoulder-length raven-coloured hair, and haunting good looks, that were somewhat unique. She was moderately made-up, a little eye-shadow, blush and pale-pink lipstick. She wore a flowery summer dress, sleeveless, low cut and figure-hugging as far as the waste. The skirt section was pleated and I guessed came down to a few inches above her knees. The outfit was completed by a pair of nude sheer tights and off-white heeled shoes. I She was slim or possibly athletic and was tall, at least 5”10 standing. One stockinged leg seductively crossed over the other with the shoe on the end of that foot dangling from her nylon-shod toes. She was engrossed in a book and had a nearly empty glass of wine on the small wooden table in front of her. I liked her already and was intrigued by her face, though beautiful, it seemed…
“Anyone sitting here?" I indicated the empty matching chair opposite.
“No, no-one.” She replied. Taking that for permission I sat down and put my own drink on the table next to hers after first taking a sip.
“I thought I’d get a bite to eat and a drink at the famous Angel on the Bridge before heading back to my hotel.” I explained.
“That’s nice.” She replied. I detected a North American accent when she spoke. For a few minutes an awkward silence reigned as she continued reading, occasionally pausing to reach for her glass and take a sip from it. This went on for some minutes (I supped my Merlot as well), until she first ran out of wine and then second, appeared to finish a chapter or section of her book. A leather bound book, the title of which I couldn’t quite make-out.
She put the book down and when she did, a change came over her. She visibly warmed, a smile forming on her face.
“Please forgive me if I seemed rude, I just had to finish the chapter I was on.”
“That’s okay. I’m a bit of a bookworm myself and when I’m reading, I’d don’t like to be interrupted.” I said truthfully. “Buy it from the rare book shop on the other side of the road?” I gestured in the general direction of the shop.
“That’s right, a copy of ‘Gulliver’s Travels’ from the mid-nineteenth century.” She said jubilantly as if she’d found the Holy Grail, which perhaps for her it was.
“I’m Linda by the way. I’m staying at the Hotel du Vin.” I stretched across the table and we shook hands.
“I’m Lily. And what a coincidence, so am I.” She replied.
“So you’re not a local?” I asked.
“Well, I would have thought the accent might have given me away.” She smiled and also blushed, running one of hands through her hair.
“I did notice the accent, but I didn’t want to appear rude.” I replied.
“I’m from Toronto, Canada. I’ve just finished my second year reading English Literature at Cambridge University.” She explained.
“Here for the Regatta?” I asked.
“That’s right, and to look around the town, it’s very beautiful.”
“I’ve been here twice before for the Regatta, though I usually dress differently to this.” I gently tugged on my blouse for effect.
“Why didn’t you dress up this time?” She asked.
“Well, this time around I’m hiking the Thames from its source to Tower Bridge in London. I didn’t have any room for formalwear in my backpack.”
“Oh wow. I’d love to do something like that.” She exclaimed.
“Perhaps you can one day. Staying here for the holidays?”
“Oh, no, no I’m flying back to Toronto on the weekend. And then I’m taking what you Brits call a ‘gap year’ before I return for my final year.”
We walked back to the Hotel, a red brick building next to a brewery. We both collected our respective keys and went upstairs.
“It’s still early.” I remarked as we stood outside my room.
“9.30.” Lily confirmed, consulting her wristwatch.
“Want to come in for a chat?” I opened the door, which creaked slightly and stood to reveal it in all its glory.
“Oh wow.” She again exclaimed and walked past me, her long legs carrying her in just a couple of strides inside. My room was a mixture of old and new with exposed wooden beams and, exposed whitewashed brick walls and contemporary furniture, including a large double-bed.
“I take it you like it? This isn’t even a top-of-the-range room here.”
“It’s got my single room beat, hands down.” She turned around a full 360, taking in the scene before sitting down on the end of the bed. The situation was getting better and better. I dropped down beside her which made her bounce up and down on the somewhat springy mattress.
“It make’s a great trampoline.” I remarked. Having got Lily to my room and on my bed was to get her in it with me. “So I take it you’re here alone, like me?”
“That’s right. Footloose and fancy free.”
“No boy or girlfriend?” I asked.
“Not at the moment, nope. Truth be told, its not easy finding people who would like me like that.” She again blushed. And found it difficult to look at me.
“Do you like girls, or boys?” Lily asked me. I gently took hold of her chin in my one and hand and, turning her face towards me and as my other arm snaked around her waste, bringing her even closer to me.
“Both.” I replied and kissed her. I could tell from her reaction that she didn’t find my advances unwelcome. Her mouth opened and hungrily accepted my tongue whilst simultaneously inserting hers into my own mouth. After a few moments we broke the kiss.
“Oh wow!” It was fast becoming her catchphrase.
“I take it you liked it?” She nodded. “Well there’s plenty more where that came from.” I leaned in to kiss her again. This time she pushed against me.
“I don’t know about this.” She said. I instantly released her. No means no.
“What’s wrong was I going too fast for you?”
“Not that.” She replied shaking her head.
“You’re not a virgin are you?” Again, Lily shook her head.
“Perhaps it’s better if I show you. You may not want to make love to me anymore then.”
Lily stood up, kicked off her shoes and turned her back to me. She hitched up her dressed revealing a nicely shaped arse, accentuated by the sheer nylon of her tights which were sheer-to-waste with a two-inch thick waste band to keep them up. I savoured the sight before me and had to restrain myself from reaching for her. She hooked her thumbs into the waste band and took the tights down as far as her knees, letting the dress fall back into place. She bent over and a leg at a time removed them, kicking them away. I the n saw it, protruding from the crotch, what could only be described as a sheath, almost like a condom. She rose to her feet and slowly turned around, a glum look on her face and then took hold of the hem of her dress and lifted it up. I saw it straightaway of course. Not the fleshy-petals of a vagina, but a penis, a semi-erect penis at that and testicles.
“You’re trans.” I remarked. The comment was redundant. Lily nodded, letting go of the dress, which fell back down into place.
“I’m currently in transition. I’ve always known I was a woman and since f******n I’ve been on HRT. I’ve grown breasts, which I’ve had augmented with silicone implants, some plastic surgery to make my face look more feminine than it already was. Even operations on my vocal chords, though I started HRT just before puberty took full effect, so that had an impact on them. In just over a week’s time, back in Canada I’ll have the first of two SRS – sexual reassignment surgery - operations to give me a fully working pussy and clit.”
“I’ve heard about SRS operations. They’re painful and it takes time to heal. That’s why you’re taking a year out of uni?” I noted.
“That’s right. But it’ll be worth it in the end. No worrying when I go to the lady’s room or wear a bathing suit. And no worrying when I get the chance to have sex and fear how the men and women who bed me react when they see me like you just did.”
“Did you get much action then, if you’re not a virgin? Any support from like-minded groups?” I was thinking about the group Lydia worked with in Oxford and assumed there were equivalents in other university towns and cities.
“I found it was fifty-fifty, where sex was concerned. Like you I’m bi and quite often if I had the chance to sleep with a lesbian, they weren’t too pleased to see, him.” She indicated her cock.
“And straight men had a similar response?” I asked.
“Yeah, but there were also some bi-men and women who took exception. I guess for them it was a case of; ‘If I wanted a man I’d have got a man. I wanted a woman.’”
“Well, I’m not put off.” I said.
“You’re not?” I answered Lily by returning to her side and kissing her passionately.
We embraced and fell back on the bed. My hand reached under her dress and began stroking her cock to life. Due to the hormones and I suspect, being restrained and taped, even erect, it wasn’t going to be the biggest I’d ever had, but as the saying goes, ‘size isn’t everything’.
“I see you like that.” I referred to her erection. “Some trans-women don’t like having sex with their male genitalia.”
“I’ve got no issues there.” Lily said, placing one of her hands on mine as we resumed kissing. Eventually we separated and I quickly stripped off. With only a dress and bra on, Lily easily beat me. Now naked our milky-white bodies became entwined.
“Let’s give this fellow a good send off before he’s decommissioned.” I quipped as I rhythmically pumped Lily’s cock. I was determined to take things gently with Lily, as she seemed vulnerable at the moment. Of course, as the evening developed, if she wanted more, then I would be happy to oblige. Our mouths were seemingly locked together perpetually, our tongues darting in and out of mouths or tracing paths across our lips whilst my free hand (and both of Lily’s wandered over our bodies, exploring everything of interest.
“Oh, that’s so nice, please don’t stop!” She remarked during one of the breaks in our kissing referring to my ‘Jacking’ her off.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I promised and glanced down. Her cock was now engorged and certainly much larger than I’d first envisioned. The glans beneath its hood was red and veins were prominent all over the shaft.
“Ahhh! Oooo!” Lily’s gasping, groaning and heavy-breathing told me that she wasn’t going to last much longer. After one final, lingering kiss I changed my position and began pumping faster and harder, which I could tell she loved. Her cock was twitching and gently kneading her balls with my free hand, I could tell she was ready to pop. Sure enough, after a bout of intense ‘hand-to-gland’ action by me, her hips reared up and after giving a little shout, semen began spouting from her head like an exploding volcano. I continued my up and down hand-motions as the hot liquid landed initially on her stomach and then began dribbling down onto my hand and beyond, pooling at its base.
Her orgasm having ended I leaned over and inserted her penis in my mouth, sucking all the salty juices from it. I worked down the shaft (and my own hand) and then used my tongue to trace a path of spunk all the way down her abdomen to her groin.
“Yum, you taste great.” I said. “Here, try some.” I rose up and lying atop her we cum-kissed. After the kiss I was about to roll onto my stomach.
“Sit on my face.” Lily said. I didn’t need for the request to be uttered twice and dutifully crawled up and positioned myself so that I was sitting astride her head. I then lowered my cunt down onto her eagerly waiting mouth. It’s said that nobody understands a woman’s body better than another body and like most women who’d slept with other women, when it came to cunnilingus, it was my opinion also. That wasn’t to say that I never had a satisfying time being orally-pleasured by a man or pre-op transsexual (Lily wasn’t my first), but it lacked a certain finesse. Lily however, knew precisely what she was doing. Perhaps she’d spent time watching videos to see how CIS women did things, including eating pussy. But however she did it; she was a supreme rug-muncher. Her tongue knew all the little tricks. She licked around my clit, its hood and up and down the lips of my labia. She would even prod my opening with the tip of her tongue. Oh yes, this girl knew what she was doing alright.
“Oooo! Ahhh! That’s it – Oooo! You’ve a real talent- Mmm -for this!” Lily for her part just kept right on licking and sucking away at my bits, sucking my clit after finally coaxing it out of its hood like an ice-lolly.
“Oh God! Keep that up and I might squirt!” I exclaimed. To be sure I wasn’t even sure if she could even hear me as my thighs were pressed against the sides of her head, almost like a vice. Nevertheless, Lily, bless her heart, did just that, keeping up the pressure on my clitty and pussy lips. By now I was very wet down there. A mixture of Lily’s saliva and my juices. So slick was I down there that I had to press down with my crotch, positively grinding my muff against her mouth, using my heads, held out against the wall as leverage to push myself down on her. I could feel my climax building and it erupted from somewhere down inside my stomach, travelling up through my spine, into my nervous system and reached the tips of my toes, fingers and the top of my head at once.
“AAAHHHHH!’ I bayed. I shuddered a few times, Lily’s arms and hands clamping down on my thighs to hold me in place as I did so.
As I climbed down off my orgasmic ‘perch’ I raised my one leg and arced it over Lily’s head as if I were dismounting a bike or horse. I looked down at the supine form of Lily, worried that she was hurt, or in distress. Though her face was very red and there were beads of sweat all over her brow, she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Did I do it right?” She asked expectantly.
“Did you ever.” I grinned back at her and took her in my arms, kissing her on the lips. This time as our tongues came together in the other one’s mouth, I could taste myself on her. We then lay still for some time, on our sides, just staring longingly into each other’s eyes, gently stroking our cheeks with the backs of hands. But it was but the calm before the storm, a chance to gather our strength for what was to come. We resumed kissing and the kisses became decreasingly tender and increasingly passionate.
“How would you like the honour of being the last person to be nailed by him?” Lily asked me, referring to her now once again erect prick.
“Bring it.” I said. Grinning from ear to ear, Lily resumed kissing me, hard.
“Get on all fours by the edge of the bed. I’ll be right back.” She instructed me. I did so as she slipped off the bed and started trawling through her handbag.
“I know I’ve one somewhere.” She said, as much to me as to her. “Voila!” She shouted and in seeming triumph, held up a pack of three condoms. She paused to check the use-by date and satisfied that it was still in the future, removed one of the packets and opened it. She slid the ultra-thin condom on her prick and moved behind me. I could feel the thin rubber and meaty bulk contained within. She first teased me a little, gently slapping her rubber-clad cock against my arse-cheeks and then against my still-moist clitty.
“Give it to me Lily, I want it. I want you inside me!” I pleaded.
“Sorry, girl, I just wanted to savour this, for what will undoubtedly be the last time.” And then she inserted it into my gash, my labia lips duly opening up to accommodate her. And then she pulled it out, making sure that the condom wasn’t damaged or pulled off in the process.
“Teasing bitch!” I playfully admonished her.
‘Well, just for calling me that…” As ‘punishment’ she repeated this process a couple more times.
On the fifth time, however, her cock remained in place for a moment or two. She then began rocking back and forth, her pee-stick penetrating me a little more with each thrust until her pelvis was regularly coming into contact with my bum. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The noise of our two bodies coming into close contact was as much a turn-on as the many other sex-noises made.
“Mmm! Oooo! Ahhh!” Became my dialogue in this one act play we were performing together. For her part, Lily was grunting and groaning as she shafted me. I wondered what was going through her mind as she fucked me. Knowing as things stood this probably was the last time for her. As I’d mentioned to her earlier, I had heard of a number of pre-op trans-women who were so unhappy at having the male member between their legs that for them, sex just wasn’t fun, but Lily clearly wasn’t among them. She banged away, growing in speed and ferocity, she was enjoying her work and my pussy and I were enjoying it to for good measure. There were a number of times when she would slow down, almost to a crawl. It wasn’t another tease this was her, restraining herself. She was determined to prolong the sensation for this last bout of penile intercourse. She continued fucking me, slowly, deliberately, in and out, in and out.
“Mmm! Ahhh!” I continued verbalising, in-between gasps and intakes of breath. And then Lily began going for it again, hard and fast.
“Ahhh! Oooo! That’s it Lily, give it to me girl, give it to me!” I called and began pushing against her with hands on the bed.
But after a minute or two Lily’s thrusting again slowed to a crawl. This time I thought she must be teasing.
“Turn over and lie on your back.” She said and carefully inched out of me. This time the condom needed replacing and as she discarded it and replaced it with another I settled onto the bed, my head resting on the pillow, legs spread in anticipation. I she climbed on the bed and I once more felt her passing through the gates of my love-tunnel. There was no teasing this time. She began moving in and out of me, sitting up and taking hold of each ankle, she held my legs up and out in a ‘V’. Oh it was wonderful. The contact with the walls of my vagina and in particular my ‘G-spot’ was so good. I could feel the tingling from my sensitive vaginal walls as Lily’s cock kept coming into contact with them.
“Ahhh! Lily!” I said. Lily for her part kept fucking away, the headboard now banging against the wall in sync with Lily’s thrusts. BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Oooo! Mmm! Ahhh! Lily, lily I’m cumming!”
“Cum, for me!” She demanded and I duly obliged. I’m quite convinced I squirted, my position, preventing me from soiling the bedclothes with my juices. For her part, Lily’s grimacing face was once more red & sweaty and she was gasping and groaning. Suddenly she gave three or four quick strokes, followed by one or two long ones, preceded by a cry of “AHHHHH!!”. She held her position for a few more moments, slowly rocking back and forth again, before releasing my ankles and withdrawing her cock. I instantly took action and had Lily lie down next to me. I then practically ripped off the condom, the teat on the end full of her hot-cum and I lay down beside her, my head, touching hers.
“Ready?” I asked.
“For what?” She replied and then glancing up saw me holding both ends of the condom and tipping it up so the open end was over our heads. Realising what I was doing she changed her position. Our mouths were now open wide as, like two hungry chicks in a nest we received a torrent of Lily’s man-cum. We both caught a few big globs of her salty-discharge in our mouths and licked the remnants from each other’s faces with our tongues. Despite that, our faces were sticky and we adjourned to the bathroom and washed and douched ourselves thoroughly. After emptying our bladders and cleaning our teeth, we adjourned to bed and lay in each other’s arms, occasionally kissing until sleep overcame us.
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