Just a Friendly, Rough Encounter
Millie Dynamite
Just a Friendly, Rough Encounter
Man meets woman, woman has more than a little extra!
Millie Dynamite
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© Copyright 2023 by Millie Dynamite
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic sexual nature. This book is pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, actual events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Just Friendly, Rough Encounter
Time — Yesterday: Place — Anywhere
The bar was seething with people, and the dancing mass of huddled bodies occupied every square inch of the dance floor. Likewise, all the seating seemed taken. At last, I spotted a small table for two in the corner.
However, a stunning woman already sat there. Just my luck, this gorgeous creature appeared unapproachable by a mere mortal such as I. With fear and trembling, I moved toward her.
This heavenly creature appeared small and fragile. Her blonde hair a golden waterfall over her shoulders, her eyes a bright blue like a summer sky, her lips like red velvet, begging to be kissed. Petrified at the thought of talking to such a beauty, fearful of failure, I approached her, my heart hammering in my chest.
The thumping, pounding, thrashing was like George Forman punching his way through my heart. My covetous desires always begin with visions of beauty. She is the picture of my imaginings. A sexual fantasy turned to flesh and blood.
Small breasts and natural beauty. So, I’m excited and hopeful, with more than a bit of trepidation. After all, the woman sat like an angel. In all her luminous glory, a goddess descended from the heavens. A fallen angel filled with grace.
She was far more than the likes of me deserved.
“Excuse me, miss, would it be alright if I sat?” I asked, beer in my hand.
“If you don’t mind buying me a drink, we might as well have a friendly drink together,” she said in a soft, slightly husky voice. “And if you don’t mind sitting with a transgender.”
What’s this? Transgender, a man who became a woman? Pondering for a moment, how far has she gone down the road? While filled with trepidation, fascination ruled. Curiosity demanded I discover more.
“I don’t mind,” I said, sitting in the chair. I adjusted it some, moving closer to her. Yes, the moth inched closer to the flame. “Never met a real live transgender in person, well, that I know of.”
I motioned for an attractive server to come to us.
“Some of us are quite secretive,” she said. “Not me. See, I’m open and above board.”
“I like honesty,” I said. Which was only half a lie. I like the other person’s sincerity. But honestly, I usually get caught in my lies right quick.
My usual conquest was dumpy, shy, and easily impressed. This woman wasn’t my regular target. I always aimed for those less attractive than me. What about her captivated me? It made little sense. Hell, she’s sexy as any real woman.
The young waitress came to us, holding one hand on her hip. In the other hand, she held a tray filled with empty drinks. She struck a pose, and I couldn’t tell if she tried to look sexy for my new friend or me.
“What do y’all want?” she asked.
“Whatever the lovely young lady wants?”
“Shirley’s no lady. She proved that to me recently.” The waitress giggled. “Vodka tonic, sweetie?” she leaned down to her and whispered in Shirley’s ear.
“Not tonight, baby,” Shirley said. Adding, “Vodka tonic is fine, June.”
The server walked away, her hips swinging in a sexy Marilyn way. Slowly, with hips swaying and demanding attention. Were it not for Shirley, I might give her some.
“Don’t mind, June, sugar. She likes my big girl cock.” Shirley slid a cube of ice from the glass into her mouth. She rolled it around, drilling a commanding gaze into me. “Are you wondering if you’d like girl dick?”
“Never thought about a penis other than my own before. Not sure I’d like to find out about yours, to be honest.” However, I pondered the possibility that I might like her dick.
Her jaw moved, snap, crack, crunch, crunch. She devoured the ice. Something sexy about how she ate the ice. While she ate, she gazed at me innocently from the azure pools of her beautiful eyes for something, my approval, desire, or surrender.
I wasn’t sure what, but something about her called me.
Cutting through my defenses, “I think you want to find out about me, my cock, what it’s like to belong to someone whose power isn’t physical.” She reached over and touched my hand.
This simple gesture took me off guard.
Her touch was warm, gentle, and tender, and I thought I’d already made a mistake, a serious blunder. My heart skipped a beat. More than one beat. My head spun as I felt my blood pressure increase. I felt dizzy. I’d never had this happen from anyone’s touch before.
“I am not as innocent as I appear,” she said. “You’re thankful for one of us not being innocent in this type of thing, aren’t you? Let me usher you into a first time, a new world, as it were.”
“That’s good,” I said, “But I like to be the first to violate innocence. Not the one who has their innocence taken.”
Her advances toyed with my emotions. My thoughts and desires conflicted with who I thought I was. And I knew I should decline her invitation. However, something about her touch, the soft, tender hands, weakened me. She leaned in close and ran her silky hand up my biceps, and like any man, I flexed.
“Strength doesn’t lie in your muscles. Power comes from deep inside,” she said. Her soft words wormed into my brain. Her voice, husky, sexy, and demanding, caused a stir in my groin.
But as much as I found her attractive, I couldn’t help but feel distressed by being drawn to a woman with a cock. The internal struggle between desire and my perceived sexuality tore me apart inside.
Her glare burned into me, two shining sapphires so vivid and sharp, they might rip my world apart. Her succulent lips, full and captivating, I could barely resist kissing her.