What an Amazing Life - My TS Lover
Keywords: Lover, My, What, Life, an, TS, -, Amazing,
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The longer I waited, the more coffee I drank, the more nervous I became...eventually, I had been there about 45 minutes (meaning she was 30 minutes late) and decided I had been a fool for thinking Pat was real, for getting my hopes up, for spending so much time and money coming here.
I finished my coffee, got up to leave and then decided (since I had absolutely nothing better to do) to order one more. I stood in line, swiveling my head between the people in front of me and the door, wishing/hoping that my Pat would enter and fulfill my fantasy.
As I got to the head of the line and started to order, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a soft but husky voice whispered in my ear, "Roger?". In front of the young Starbuck's kids, I jerked my head around and was looking directly in Pat's eyes. To this day, I still remember the emotion. She introduced me to her friend (a guy that she wisely asked to escort her to her first meeting with a new cyber-friend) and then took over when she realized my voice had failed me, ordering us three coffees.
They made small talk (I had seemingly lost my ability to speak) while waiting for our coffee. When it came, we found a table upstairs and sat down to get to know one another. Although she properly introduced us, I still have absolutely no idea her friend's name and if I passed him on the street today, I would never know it...it was as if he weren't even there. He did seem gay (that brilliant judgment coming from a guy who lusted after Pat's cock...was he her lover?) All that mattered was that I was finally sitting across from the goddess I had worshipped from our first meeting on Gay chat.
While we chatted and drank our coffee, I suppose I gave Pat and her friend the impression that I wasn't a serial killer or too much of a threat to Pat because eventually he gave her a little peck on the cheek, a huge smile to me and hit the road. Finally, Pat and I were alone together (in a jammed and noisy Starbuck's).
I noticed Pat had a small gym bag with her. Did that mean she was really coming to stay at my hotel? I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying, wondering where this would lead, whether it was a bag full of her used gym outfit, returning from a workout.
During our coffee break, I alternated between being hard as a rock and so confused and nervous (remember, two Starbuck's Grande's by this time) that even Ginger Lynn couldn't have gotten me up...I was a real mess!
Eventually, I asked Pat if she would like to come across the street and have a cocktail in my room...I held my breath until she smiled and answered, "of course, that's why I am here". With that, I finally exhaled, threw out the empty cups, took her hand and escorted my dream cum true down the stairs, out of the coffee shop and across the street.
We entered the hotel and for the first time, I wondered what people would think. Would the bellhops and front desk people "know"? Would they think this Westerner had just picked up a Philippine hooker? Worse yet, could they guess what this magnificent lady had hiding in her jeans? Would they imagine this American "businessman" was taking "her" up to his suite in their five-star hotel to have her fuck his cherry asshole? Would Roger be labeled a fag (and maybe a particularly kinky one) for the rest of his stay in their establishment? The trip across the large lobby to the elevator bank seemed to take hours. I felt I was walking through waist-deep Jell-O.
Finally, we go to my room and she looked around, seemingly impressed with the luxury and furnishings. I was still so nervous and I think she recognized this. She put her arms around me and gave me a very sweet, light kiss on the lips...then asking me if she could take a shower.
I paced around the room for I don't know how long, while listening to the water running. A million thoughts and doubts ran through my mind...
What the fuck am I doing here? I should take off (yeah, dumb-fuck, this is your room and your unpacked suitcases).
What if somehow she is not the "girl" I had seen on the internet?
What if I can't get it up (not much chance of that I realized),
What if she isn't in the mood?
What if and what if and more what if's!
Pat finally came out of the shower, wrapped in a big towel that showed the tops of those proud breasts and tons of leg...I almost lost it right there. Was this real? Was she real? Was IT really going to happen? WHAT was going to happen?
She came to me and gave me another of those soft heavenly kisses, I was so hooked! Slowly, her tongue found its way to my mouth and I reached around her to squeeze her tightly against me...I could feel her warmth and the dampness of the towel through my clothes.
I dragged her over to the bed and gently pressed her down. She reached up, helped me pull my t-shirt over my head, and then pulled my zipper down, all the while boring her eyes into mine. Pat pulled my pants down and then kissed the tip of my already terribly wet cock through my briefs...I still cannot believe this really happened to me, she is real! Boy am I glad I paid so much attention to the choice of shorts!
Still smiling at me, she pulled my briefs down and licked up the drops of pre-cum leaking copiously from my now very hard cock. She wrapped her delicate hand around my cock, looked up at me, and said words I will never forget as long as I live, "Roger, fuck my mouth".
I went crazy, holding the back of her head, feeling her long sexy hair on my thighs and balls as I fed my cock into her tight mouth. Looking down, the sight of this sexy woman still wearing just a towel, seeing her swallowing my dripping cock was more than I could handle. After a few minutes, and fighting to resist filling her mouth with the load I had been saving for days, I pushed her off me and back onto the bed.
I pulled the towel off her and finally saw "IT"; she was cut and very hard. My dream and most wonderful fantasy was really coming true, I was in bed with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she had a cock at least as long as mine and was hard from wanting me!
At that point, a million things went through my mind. In my mind, I saw a menu of all the things I had wanted to have happen, if this dream ever came to life. Should I let her suck me off? Should I suck her off? Should we 69? Should we break out the rubbers and lube and argue about who fucks whom?
All I could do was stare at this vision of loveliness, this angel brought to me thanks to the internet. I propped a pillow behind my head and began stroking my cock. Watching me, she smiled and began doing the same. God, here I was masturbating together with my dream she male. We got more and more into it. Watching how hard she was, she watching the pre-cum flow from my cock, we began pounding faster and faster. I could hear her breathing becoming huskier and I knew that together we were reaching the pinnacle. I moved over her and began stroking my cock against hers, the sensations of our cocks touching was electric. Here was the woman of my dreams, an absolute 10 beating off for me. My eyes flew between her angelic face, here long and terribly sexy hair, those tight tits with nipples that made me dizzy and a rock hard and dripping dick.
Finally, I could take no more of this and I began shooting all over her hand, her cock and her balls. When I began, she lost it too and shot so strongly that her warm juice flew up and began covering my hand, my own cock and balls too...it was more than I could have ever imagined. I had never seen another cock shoot before. Had never felt another's warm cream on my skin.
Pat stayed with me for several days. We did what men and women do when they enjoy each other's company. We went shopping together (I was sure the two sexy, young giggling girls in the clothing store "knew". They were very friendly and helpful but I imagined them so curious about who was the "top").
We walked hand-in-hand, window shopping in the big center across from the hotel. We enjoyed a sushi dinner (my idea) and another evening; she introduced me to the local cuisine. I bought Pat two prestigious Italian handbags. I wanted her to have something to forever remind her of me. I knew I would never forget one second of my time with her.
During those brief days, we shared some amazing sex. Even if I had focused so much, for so long on this fantasy, it was better than I could have possibly hoped (how often does that happen?)
Alone in our suite, she repeatedly asked me to fuck her mouth. Often she would sit back on the loveseat and let me stand on the seat cushions, holding the back of her head while pushing my hard dripping cock into her pretty mouth. I remember looking out the window, wanting the whole world to see me.
I also sucked my first cock to completion and enjoyed some wonderful fucking. If you're interested in who fucked whom or any of the other details of our time together, vote and perhaps I'll be motivated to write the second part of my experience with Pat, the most wonderful woman on the planet. I will tell you that those days led me to three of the greatest regrets of my life...years later; I long every single day to set them right and still hope for the chance to.
Thanks for reading my work and thanks again to my lovely new friend for her editing advice and support. I've fiddle-farted around with the idea of writing a story forever, you made it happen!
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Keywords: Lover, My, What, Life, an, TS, -, Amazing,