A Man was waiting for me at a table near a
window. The window opened to the sea with a majestic view of the Sindh River. I
could see that my suitor was a little nervous as the captain escorted me to his
table. He stood up and smiled as I approached. I guessed his height to be a
little more than 5’8”.A good match for my 5’ 6” height. A husband should be
taller than his wife-I think in my mind. His hair was somewhat longish. I was
pleased to see that he had taken pains to shave himself that day but has big
handle bar mustache. It surprised me because now days no body take pain to
manage such big mustache, His skin had a nice healthy glow. He was wearing a
loose fitting white shirt and with light gray comfort-fit trousers. His shiny
black shoes were somewhat in army style.
The meal progressed beautifully. I smiled
a lot and nodded my head very often while he did most of the talking. His voice
seemed strangely familiar, but I could not place it. While we were waiting for
the coffee he said," Simran, you are not what I imagined you would
be." I was not sure what he meant but he continued," I expected to
meet a teenager in skin tight jeans with short hair; being starry eyed about a
guy from the US. You are none of these and I like you for it." I was not
sure that I liked the new twist. I was certainly attracted by this well behaved
man and wanted to his wife; but how could I?
About this time the waiter approached us
to pour coffee into our cups. I think he was looking at me rather than at the
cups and ended up by pouring coffee all over the front of my kameez. I was more
embarrassed than scalded. My host came to my rescue. He scowled at the waiter,
who was apologizing profusely, and told him to get the room keys from the front
desk. We now had no choice but go to my suitor's room which was just across the
corridor from the restaurant.
He asked me to sit in a chair in his room,
while he rushed out. Within five minutes he was back with a new dress from the
hotel shopping mall. When I went into the bathroom to change, I realized that
he had even included a new pair of panties, guessing that mine might have
become wet with coffee.
When I changed into the beautiful dress
which he had bought for me, I realized that the fabric was of a fine variety.
The outline of my body and my bra were visible through the dress. I knew I was
looking sexy and did not mind it. I wanted to please my man waiting on the
other side of the door for me. So strong were my feelings that I wanted to
become his wife. But I knew he will not accept me once he knew the truth. I
wanted to cry, but just managed to console myself thinking that god was with me
till this moment and he might just work out things for me.
To improve my sexy looks I un-plaited my
hair. The dark hair framed my lovely face, covered my back and gently brushed
my buttocks. I combed it a few times to make it bouncy. I checked myself in the
mirror one last time and went out to meet my man.
While I was getting dressed coffee had
been served in the room. I went and sat next to Navjot on the sofa. He handed
me a steaming cup of coffee and said," You look lovely and... And...
Sexy." I blushed with pleasure as he continued, “The time has come to tell
you a truth. I am not Navjot, but a substitute for him. He already has a
fiancée in the US and was not interested in meeting you. I am here so that his
father will not know about his fiancée until Navjot is ready to tell him."
When I heard this, I started laughing. I told him that I too was a substitute
for Simran. It was his turn to be surprised. Before he could recover I told him
something which you might have guessed by now: that I am a girl with a dick.
Just as I said this, my suitor got up from
the sofa, dragged me to my feet and kissed me almost violently. Between kisses
I came to know the truth the man hugging me was the female crooner of our
college well known for her husky masculine voice and big breasts of 40 DD.
Everyone was used to get surprise when they see Harpreet with such a wonderful
breast lovely figure soft curves but when she open her mouth to say something
it feel that a man inside of woman body. She was also very dominating and
aggressive. I usually avoid facing her. I used to masturbate a lot by imaging
her big hairy body, her hairy jawline, her sideburn and big boobs.
Well here I am with her accidentally. She
has dressed in man’s cloth and I am in women clothes, just bought by her. After
a few minutes of passionate kissing, Harpreet released me and made me sit on
her lap as she admired me. Her big breast was touching on my back. She smiled
happily at me with her mustache (I just realized that its fake but she have
small black hair on her upper lips) She said," Dear, I like you just as
you are. Have no doubts. I love being a man and I feel you are not only
beautiful to look at but also like being a woman." I nodded my head as I
was totally overwhelmed by these turn of events. Without being aware of moving,
I found the edge of her nipples touching the back of my back, and I sank down,
pulling her down on top of me. Her lips never left my mouth as her hands found
the hem of my Sari pallu. We broke the kiss just for a few seconds, as she
lifted the petticoat over my head.
Then
she unfastened my Petticoat, and slipped it down my body as I raised my bottom
to make it easy. I caught at her as she stood up, but relented and watched as
she took off her vest and underwear, returning to me wearing only her
moustache. Her hands explored my soft skin while her lips explored my mouth, my
face, my neck, my shoulders.....
She
slipped down my body and drew the panties away from my quivering cock, kissing
it lightly on the tip before she engulfed it softly with her mouth. Before I
lost control, I pulled at her shoulders, urging her up on top of me, and she
agreed. After kissing my lips and squeezing my bra one last time, she climbed
over me and captured my hardness with her wet sex.
"Oh,
sweetheart," she whispered, "I will always make love to you like
this."
"And
I will always be your girl," I promised. "But fuck me now, my dear,
fuck me and make me come like I never came before!"
And she did just that, slowly and sweetly
at first, then wildly. At the end, she was gasping and sweating much more than
I was. I watched her boyish face with little hair spread over and the fake
mustache of her as she fucking me aggressively, her eyes sometimes closed in
concentration, sometimes open and drinking in my own pretty face and body. And
when I felt my orgasm building, I urged her to make me cum, begging her to cum
with me, and she did, shuddering sweetly as my spunk lubricated us. This was
completeness - she and I together, loving and straining to be one. The warmth
that had built in us so urgently blossomed and settled like a slow bubble
around us and we swayed sleepily in each other's arms, still joined in our
bodies, unable to find enough energy to do much more than look into each
other's eyes and fall asleep.
While I started dreaming, she tapped me
lightly on my cheeks to get my attention and said," I think we should
thank our friends for discovering us. I just want to be your man and I want you
to be my girl. You take my name and I take yours. Here and now I propose to
you.... Harpreet! Will you be my wife?" My eyes were filled with tears and
there was a chocking sensation in my throat, but I managed to whisper
back," Yes, Darling."
She asked me to relax. She held my hand
and we moved into the darkened bedroom again. I don’t know how much energy she
has in her body.
As we settled down her hand moved to
squeeze my breasts again. This time it was pure male lust in her eyes. She
starts dominating me and I could feel her other hand moving between my ass
cheeks. She continued to suck my lips while playing with my willing body. Her
hairy body was overwhelming on my smooth texture. It felt so amazing.
Soon enough I was lying on my stomach
again on the soft bed in my bra and the new panties. She was lying on my back wearing
nothing. She was humping me while grasping my man-boobs with her strong hands,
squeezing them and was showing her domination on me. I chided her and told her
not to ruin my bra. She laughed and took them off and the panties. She leaned
back and admired me as my dark hair framed my body on the white bedspread. Then
she start sucking my nipples like a baby hard and full, as I passed my hand
over her muscular hairy legs and found the tiny dick between her legs (Clit).
As both of us were aroused, Harpreet moved her legs between my legs, moved on
top of me aimed her clit dick in my ass hole and got penetration there and
started fucking me. Within minutes I reached my orgasm as she reached her
climax.
So now
you like me –She asked with shining her fake mustache. “I like the real one”-I
said
“Ok- No problem, as you know I am quite hairy on
my upper lips, I can grow within a month my own but then you have to be woman
full time?” –she grinned……
No way!! it’s better to be in bedroom only I said
and hugged her
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