Adventures of Shemale Sandra Ch. 02
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Sandra thought about Jeff all through the next day. He had been her first, and she could still recall their experience as if it had happened only moments ago. She could feel his rough hands on her tender flesh; his sweat falling in beady drops on her soft belly; his stiffled grunts echoing in her ear. And his force! Oh how he had bent her to his will! Used her for his pleasure! She had absolutely loved it!
Recalling this, it was no surprise to her that her routine masturbation session that morning ended rather abrubtly. Normally, she would wake up and instantly become fixated on the bulge trapped inside her silky nightie; minutes upon minutes of frenzied self-gratification following. But this particular morning had been different.
At first she awoke gazing upon the usual sights. The cool morning air had riddled her deeply-tanned skin with goosebumps, her perky brown nipples were in a state of silk-induced arousal, and of course the nightie she wore to bed was embarassingly bunched-up about her waist, the fleshy rod just past it in full salute. But when she instinctively reached for her first order of business, Deja Vu struck. She recalled at that point being perched on a helplessly swollen tool, bounding up and down with all the effort she could muster, and moaning for the first time in her life not because of self-induced pleasure but because of the mutual kind.
Then she remembered the climax. Having trembled violently under its force, she could hardly forget it. It had only taken minutes to occur, but it was of the quality and quantity that even hours of her own efforts couldn't match. Not even the one that morning, which, by the time she reached another thought, had already occurred. And in well under a minute's time. It was still a splendid one though, of the variety that lasted right up until the member became limp, its shrinking mass continuing to drip that which seconds earlier it had forcefully projected. It didn't come with the usual bout of post-depression, either, thanked Sandra.
Nope, she was in high spirits that day. So much so that even the dread of the upcoming clean-up didn't hold her down. In mere moments, she had thrown off her nightie and walked to the nearby bathroom. There, some tissue was used to clean off the shiny matter from her belly and crotch, and, not longer after, the shower started up. Sandra stepped in.
It felt good to be clean, she decided with a sigh. But she knew that it wouldn't last for long. After some tidying up and and a few errands, the buxom shemale had plans for another night of fun and adventure. And getting dirty was but a requirement as far as she was concerned. Although perhaps she didn't quite expect what she got.
Her adventure started in the library of all places, where she was picking up some books for a report due Monday. It was the public library, of course, as she loathed the one tied in with her school(encounters with people there almost always met with unpleasant results, as rumors about her had spread, and she was even looked down upon by most teachers who, at one point, she had awkwardly told the details of her changes to) Her intent was to be expedient but, by an odd twist of fate, she stumbled into just the type of person she was here to avoid -- a fellow student.
He didn't seem the boisterous type, nor even the socially conscious type, but a nagging suspicion told her that he might be the nerdy conformer type; a type that wouldn't hesitate to single her out for what she is, assuming they knew. But Sandra resigned that he WAS in her way, and that she DID have to get the books for her report, so she went ahead and braved it by approaching the aisle he was on.
Timothy Landry was what he was known by, to the people who could be bothered to care. His collection of non-fiction books was rivaled only by the amount of girls he'd secretly admired, but had never made a move on in high school. He'd cursed himself for this social anxienty, in private, and in private, he'd vowed self-rehabilitation for it. Yet, in private, he still lived. And he desperately wanted that to change.
His eyes met hers for an instant and quickly darted away. Under his breath, if anyone wanted to get that close, he could be heard uttering a thousand curses. What to do, what to do, he hurriedly wondered, and silently wished at this point that he could, just for a moment, open up his bloated notepad of pick-up lines and various seduction tips. There's a hot girl just steps away from you, Timothy, he reasoned. You need to do something, his inner conscience demanded. What's wrong with you, it again questioned.
"Hello."
Sandra looked his way and noticed more a look of nervousness than of incredulousness. Her mind was at ease. "Hi," was all she said. She never in her wildest dreams thought that this scrawny, messy-haired guy would try to make a move on her. "How are you?" Timothy shot back with practiced foresight. "Uh, I'm okay..." said Sandra, trying to do a bit of her own redifining now that she wasn't so desperate for attention.
"That's good to hear," responded the guy with matching brown hair and eyes at her feet. He paused and added, "Do you go to school?" Sandra had to admit she was a little flattered by this point. "Yep, just a few miles away at the university," was her answer. Timothy seemed to be in deep thought. "Oh," he said a bit too seriously for friendly conversation, "Why aren't you at the library there?"
Like Timothy, Sandra had some pre-planned responses of her own: "I like the peace and quiet here," she stated. "Me too," he said and then backpedaled, "Not that I go to school." Sandra considered this and then spoke, "Oh? Do you work?" Deep in thought, he debated whether or not he should lie, but he couldn't think of a good enough one in time. "No, I stay with my grandmother," he muttered.
"Oh, cool."
"So can I get your phone number?" he asked both sincerely and abrubtly. Sandra laughed softly at his remark and explained that she doesn't have one. His response was, "Oh," and then his brain seemed to shut down. He was looking back through the books on the shelf nervously. Sandra felt kind of sorry of him, much like she did with Jeff, and said, "I have a house though." She was trying to keep what she said short to preserve the feminineness of her voice, but it didn't seem to matter because, as anyone at the time could have told, Timothy was quite shaken by this.
"Uh, we-well, maybe I'll stop by sometime, " he stammered. Sandra giggled; she loved being in control.
"How about now, sweety?"
"Su-sure!"
Timothy Landry's dreams had just come true. As for Sandra, well, she had just saved herself some time as well as the risk of possibly being singled out at a club or bar.
And so they walked out together, Timothy forgetting all about his book, and Sandra all about her's.
They arrived at her house after a long, quiet car drive, during which about the only thing they learned from each other was their names. Even Sandra became nervous due to how little Timothy had spoken, but somehow his apparent nervousness had made her feel more than a little kinky. She loved what she could do to guys, and it made her want to relieve all of her built-up sexual tension every time she saw a guy visibly attracted to her.
So they sat on that familiar couch where Sandra had first lost her virginity; oddly, Timothy sitting on the opposite side from her. Could he really be that naive, she wondered.
"So, what now, Timothy?" Sandra said with a mischievous smile.
He looked at her and grinned, "Sex?"
Sandra laughed.
Timothy seemed to really lighten up at this point. "God, you're the coolest woman I've ever met," he spoke next. Sandra could do nothing but blush at this remark. She stood and decided to give him a little titty show for his compliment. Sandra never wore a bra, so just walking around she was naturally teasing guys. Her breasts were hardly easy to ignore at a full 36C, and considering that she always wore tank-tops or V-necks, a lot more guys had become excited at her passing by than she could even imagine. Her shirt this particular day just happened to be a Nike V-neck, and it was having a similar reaction on the slightly flustered Timothy.
She hadn't even popped her shirt off yet, but he had certainly popped something of his own sitting on the couch. He wasn't trying to hide it either, she noticed. Still, she continued with her efforts and thrust out her chest, giving a little shake. Her tanned breats bounced around and rubbed together, creating a warm friction under her stretched shirt. She jiggled her chest some more and one of them slapped lightly against her skin. She looked at Timothy to see what his reaction was, but instead she caught him looking at something on the floor. Weird, she thought.
Sandra looked down, but had no idea what it could be. When she glanced up, he was already staring at her boobs again, so she simply shrugged it off. At this point she decided that maybe it would be a good idea to let the twins out, and then make her way back to the couch. Even though she had taped her girly parts up with stronger tape this time, she was worried that they still might pop out unwantedly soon. Her jiggling titties weren't the only thing exciting in this room, after all.
She strutted over to Timothy, swaying her hips seductively in her mini-skirt. Smiling, she bent over and pulled down the neck of her stretched, skimpy shirt. His face was only inches from where her dangling breasts were, the large, dark brown nipples crowning the tips clearly visible through the wide open neck of her shirt. He anxiously reached in and cupped one of the huge twins as best he could, tweaking the inviting nipple with his palm. Sandra stayed leaning over in front of him and then went in for a kiss. She stuck out her tongue, and Timothy took it between his lips and sucked.
Teasingly, she kept pulling her tongue away from his lips and then darting it near them again. He seemed to like it.
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Keywords: Shemale, Ch., Sandra, 02, Adventures, of,