Shemale Stories

[franalexes]

It is morning. The pine trees cast their long shadows across the lake. The sun finds the pin holes in the curtain and needles my bedroom with its rays. Slowly the sweep and one finds my eye. Awake dear Fran! It is another day.
But it is so warm under the blankets. I roll and discover I have the whole bed to myself. The blankets and satin sheets are in disarray giving testimony to the night before. My ali, where is he? He must have risen early. I should find him. I roll out of bed, step into my flip-flops and go to the window. Throw open the drapes and there is my ali down by the lake asleep no less in the lounge. He lies there in the warm morning sun, his radiant copper tan skin, and the envy of most. He wears the bikini I got for him. It is a satin black string tie. A fem style but he likes it. It keeps him “tucked� in. A little trick I had to show him myself. I should go to him and greet him for the day.
I look for my robe but that too alludes me. Well, I’ll go as I am; the lake is quiet and no one around. Geesh! I might as well be naked. I’m topless and all I have on is my red satin crotchless panties. They fit tight but they are soooo comfortable. ( never mind that they may be practical too) ( more about that later)
I step outside and carefully make my way to ali. I sneak up, don’t want to wake him but want to surprise him. I pause at the edge of the grass, slip of the flip-flops then I tiptoe across the deck and kneel beside him. Carefully I reach for the string on his bikini. Pulling ever so slightly it gives. One more slip and it is free. AHHH! He stirs. But I am successful. He does not waken. One more string, a tug, gently now Fran, gently. Done! Carefully I lower the front of his bikini to between his legs. My ali gives a whole new meaning to the term “stand up guy�, one clean, mean lovemaking machine. No need for details here. I have one to match it. Damn, I love being horny!
Slowly I raise my leg and swing it over him, straddling him I get ready. Now Fran, now!
I drop upon him, squarely in his lap and clasp his face in my hands. His eyes open wide as my lips meet his and lay one on! Of course he knows it's me and his arms encircle me and draw me in. My cock lays against his, my tits press hard against his chest and our lips devour each other in splendid delight. After a fountain if kisses I let him up for air.
Good morning my dear ali. I sit back and he glances down between my 38D breasts and is greeted with the discovery that he is naked. Our cocks now at fullness and pressed between us he reaches up to feel my breasts and slides his hands down my sides and around me, trapping me again in his embrace. My body lays over him and we continue in our romantic splendor. I feel our cocks throb against the press of my body like two drums keeping a beat. We are two as one in the morning sun.
Yes, YES! My dear ali is going to have a VERY GOOD MORNING.

[SSL]

Thanks for that lovely story Fran! But wait...

Originally Posted by franalexes

My ali, where is he?

Wasn't this supposed to be Ila?

[ila]

Originally Posted by franalexes

It is morning. The pine trees cast their long shadows across the lake. The sun finds the pin holes in the curtain and needles my bedroom with its rays. Slowly the sweep and one finds my eye. Awake dear Fran! It is another day.

Wow, great story. It makes me wish I was there.

[franalexes]

It is one of those lazy days, clear skies, warm, but I have things to do. I should take my car in for service. (could use a little service myself ) I put on a mini skirt; loose fitting blouse and step into my open toed high heels. Hey, I’m dressed for the day!
Head on down to the car shop. They can check my car but it will be a while. I didn’t want to wait so they gave me a loaner, an old Pontiac Firebird. Well, it will do. It’s bright red and it is a convertible. So off I go, top down ( on the car silly!) hair blowing in the breeze. Downtown I spot ila, pull over to the curb and blast the horn.
“Fran! What the heck. You in a sports car?�
“Why not?� I replied. “ Sensuous curves, twin cams, and a stick shift.�
That’s my kind of car! Besides, they also warned me, “can be a bitch if held in a corner.� Yup. My car.
So ila gets in and off we go. It’s easy to speed and onto the expressway we go. A few miles down and I ask if ila would like to drive this classic. We pull over and exchange positions. We pull out again and ila does a double clutch on the upshift. Yup, he can do o-kay. I push my seat back and pull open the crotch cooler. (a local term the girls use to describe the lower air vent.). ila pulls off the expressway and we head for the beach.
Though it’s warm it also is mid-week so not very many here. We pull in to a far corner parking space and enjoy the view. Course now ila, Mr. Testosterone personified, likes the view of me. Doesn’t take him long to get his arms around me and his lips well planted.
He reaches down and finds the seat back lever and next thing I know the seat is in a prone position, ila on top of me. His favorite position. He so aptly keeps me occupied receiving his kisses I didn’t notice his hand slipping to my blouse, undoing my buttons, until I feel his hand on my tits. ( he likes those ) We kiss and fondle. My skirt easily rises and ila takes advantage. His hand finds my smooth legs and things are moving up!
He finds my “stick-shift� and gets a good grip. I manage to get his pants loose and he rises a little to assist the inevitable. Hey, what can I say? We like to play.
ila slides my skirt up and my panties off. I feel his cock between my legs. Gosh he is wet already! He helps raise my legs and well; let’s just say he dimples my rosebud. . (and more) Well it is a warm day and ila is in heat! Lol
Hey, we are testing out the seat cushion! Do you need details?
After creating a lazy day memory that I shall long remember we re-assemble ourselves and drive back.
At the car shop they ask how I liked the car. “ Very nice, definitely built for speed.�
“ I let ila try it too.�
“Does ila know how to drive?�
I looked at the car and notice the footprints on the dashboard upside down.
“Yes he does! My ila knows how to ‘drive’.�

[ila]

Originally Posted by franalexes

“Does ila know how to drive?”
I looked at the car and notice the footprints on the dashboard upside down.
“Yes he does! My ila knows how to ‘drive’.”

Could there be a better way to spend the day than driving with fran.

[SSL]

Originally Posted by franalexes

“Yes he does! My ila knows how to ‘drive’.�

Fabulous story Fran, thanks for posting your little fantasies

[franalexes]

In the course of my job some years ago, it often took me into the deep woods. One day I was off in the foothills and thought I would be by myself so I was somewhat in-appropriately dressed. I had chosen on this day I would wear my tan short shorts and a tight white blouse but because it was a hot day I had tied it at the waist so my mid-riff was showing and I had worn my black bra. I was covered but it did show through. Cowboy boots and a baseball cap finished my attire. Come to think of it, I must look pretty weird. I was always afraid of bear, coyotes and moose in the woods so I also carried a 357 handgun.
I was out on a gravel road and pulled my vehicle to the side. I got out and thought I was in quiet surroundings but soon heard a truck gearing up the hill. It is logging country and here comes a big black Mack, loaded heavy with logs. I thought I recognized it and sure enough, the driver recognized me. I had been here many times before and you get to meet people. You don’t think a trucker is going to stop for a hot looking blonde out in the middle of nowhere? Think again!
It was Jake. I had met him many times before. He is an old sweet trucker. Sixty if he is a day. We exchange small talk and then he asked if I wanted to ride into the mill with him. “Sure�. I had ridden before so I climbed in. We’d be back in an hour.
Down the road we went, big diesel thundering and rolling up the dust.
“Jake, before we get to the main highway, I got to take a whiz.�
“O-kay� he says and pulls to a stop. I jump out and stand right by the corner of the cab and do business. Back into the cab in less time than it takes to play the Minute Waltz.
“Fran�, you can go quicker than any girl I know.
Jake doesn’t know I’m pre-op’ TS and he doesn’t need to know. I lay back in the seat, feet up on the dash. Jake notices but that’s all. He is not interested in messing around. He just enjoys the company.
At the mill we unload soon. Jake me if I want to drive back. I had driven his rig before but he doesn’t let me drive when loaded. That’s fine with me. Off we go. I missed a few gears, Jake laughs, but overall, I’m o-kay. Just on the edge of town again Jake says we ought to go eat.
Ya right! The way I’m dressed? Well, think of Jake not yourself. I pull into the diner yard.
Outside there were some guys hanging around and talking. They noticed me behind the wheel. I opened the door and I could just hear the sleazy talk. I stepped out onto the fuel tank and as I stood behind the door, they could see my bare legs all the way up to my short shorts. Then I stepped down and though I was covered in dust, my bra still shown through my blouse, my tits sticking straight out, my mid-riff showing. I swear I could hear the testosterone boiling! Then I slam the door closed and turned. They spotted my gun still on my hip. They won't mess with me!
Jake came up behind me. “Is it going to rain? Did you just hear the thunder roll?�
“Naw, that’s just the sound of falling cocks.�

[ila]

Originally Posted by franalexes

Jake came up behind me. “Is it going to rain? Did you just hear the thunder roll?�
“Naw, that’s just the sound of falling cocks.�

I like the ending.

[franalexes]

It has been a nice evening out. Ila took me out for fine dining. I like getting “dressed up� and enjoy fine meal in places with a romantic atmosphere. It’s good for the soul to elevate oneself to a higher standard. Good food and good company is always a reward.
We get home early because we started early. We get to choose the corner table when we do that. We enter the house and I take Ila’s jacket. He also kicks off his shoes. I have good carpeting. I appreciate that. Yeah, Ila is house â€"broken. LOL I put on some slow dancing music and Ila knows what I want. Holds me in his arms and we slow dance. We’re good enough at this that we can stay off each other’s toes too. I loosen his tie and pull it off. I’m in my blue satin evening dress. It’s soft and smooth, slippery as ice. We dance and whisper those sweet nothings that lovers do. He pulls me in close at the hips. “ I get the message Ila.â€?
As we move to the music it stirs our inner desires. His testosterone boils, my tits perk up. We are as one in the moment. He glances down at my face but I know he is really looking at my breasts as they push into his chest. I don’t mind. He’s a guy. I feel changes below his belt. He is getting aroused. That is okay. So am I.
I wear a small size thong that holds me smooth on the front but it is getting uncomfortably tight. Ila knows. He knows everything about me. It’s nice to have a date that can “read� you without having to be told.
I raise my long slender arms over his shoulders and it pokes my tits into him. He likes that. I like it too. I hope he never figures out that I do it deliberately. I kiss him lightly and he deftly undoes the hook and zipper of my dress. It slides off my shoulders. Innocently, I don’t care. My thong has slipped and my cock is banging against his. I encourage him by pulling back from him. My dress falls away at the front and reveals my soft tanned skin. I went bra-less tonight, he enjoys my feminine delights. I pull at his belt and he knows the message. A few interruptive tugs and his pants are to the floor. I hook my thumbs into his bikini shorts and slid them down. He assists as he does the same to me. My silver lace thong slides down my legs. I step out. We continue our little dance as our cocks have their delightful duel. We gently move and our cocks rub in full sensuality as if they were instruments on their own. We have to stand apart a bit or otherwise we get jabbed and reminded we are horny as hell. I feel Ila’s cock throb and it bounces against mine. I put in the effort and mine does likewise. Ila plays with my tits, the nipples perk. I touch our cocks and stimulate their joy. I try to push them down but they spring up. It is much easier to press them between our tummies. We hug and know it is time to move.
I step away to the couch and pull some pillows and cushions to the floor. Ila follows and instinctively we are coiled on the floor. Our lips meet, our hearts pound, our bodies try the impossible to melt as one. We try to be so close our hard cocks get in the way. I pull back. We breathe again. I lay beside Ila; my head rests on his chest. My hand finds his cock and I turn my head to watch. Ila reaches around me and finds his delight in playing with my tits. He loves it and I love him doing it.
Gently at first I sensually rub his shaft, then encircle with my fingers. Just holding him makes my cock throb. I tighten my grip and pre-cum shines his strawberry. Ila moans. My face is so close to his cock, do I dare? The heat of the moment seems to overcome me. I hold his cock and give a lick to its side. Then another,,,, and again. I lightly purse my lips and a kiss to his shaft. Then a more deliberate one. I focus on the end and now lightly kiss. Again but with a light draw as I pull away. I continue, each time with less of a kiss and more of a sucking effect. Yes, it tastes salty. His “strawberry� turns red from my raspberry lipstick. I taste that too. I realize I am painting his cock. I doubt he will care. Now my kisses are slower but deeper each time. I am getting his head into my mouth. The combination of my raspberry flavor and his saltiness, I like it. Then I ponder what I am doing. My thoughts,� Are you ready for this Fran?� I have to continue. I rise up on my knees and move to position. My body above him, I assume the 69 position. My full cock bangs into Ila’s face.
I open my mouth and freeze; slowly making his cock disappear beyond my lips. His cock touches the back of my mouth, my lips close, I suck hard and pull back and slide off this full hard bright red cock. Without stopping I open again and go down. This time I close enough to feel him enter me. His strawberry slides over my tongue to the back of my mouth. I relax and carefully I get beyond the gag line. My lips reach the base of his cock and they close on him hard. I pause,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and I swallow! Ila throbs again within me. I slide back and my suction gives a sounding pop as his cock emerges in its blissful glory. I take a gasp of air realizing I have just expanded my window of sexual pleasure.
Meanwhile, Ila has been working on his own just reward. Working my cock with his mouth he has tasted my dew. I roll off him and we pump each other to climax knowing we will expand our pleasure level again in another erotic moment. We release our hold and I sit on him face to face. I like my new top position. He reaches up again to rub my tits. I lean forward and settle on his chest. We kiss, we hold and fall asleep in our embrace.
A glint of morning sun breaks through the curtains. Ila had a good night out, but he is "all in".