The last sexual frontier isn't some intergalactic data fuck: it's your ass. -- Lisa Palac
I was sipping my wine while looking out the window. San Francisco was spread out below. I could see the Bay Bridge one way and the towers of the Golden Gate bridge the other. The fog started to roll in and, after making the bridge disappear, had wreathed the tops of the tallest buildings in cotton candy. It was almost surreal as the tops of buildings disappeared in mist and cold and yet, protected by the twenty-foot tall wall of glass; I was warm and comfortable.
I was glancing around the bar when I saw her. She was alone. A beautiful young statuesque blonde woman. Tall and quite slender but with a generous bust. Her hair flowed down past her shoulders and was shaped to follow the roundness of her face. She was fixing her makeup as I watched. I was in love, or at least in lust.
I continued sipping my wine and waited for her date to show up. The next time the waitress came by I asked her, "Is the lady in the striped dress here with someone?"
She looked over, "No. I think she came in alone."
"What's she drinking?" I asked.
"A Chardonnay, I think," she answered.
"Would you please send her another from me." The waitress gave me a bit of a funny look and appeared to be about to say something but left to go get the wine. I saw her deliver the wine, get asked a question, and glance in my direction. I held my Blonde Doll's gaze and smiled back at her. She smiled, picked up her glass, tipped it in my direction, and took a sip.
I may be slow when it comes to understanding women, but even I could tell that was an invitation. I stood and crossed to her table. "Mind if I join you?"
"Yes, please." Her voice was low and sexy. A sweet contralto. The kind of voice a torch singer uses to rip your heart out with her love songs. "Thank you for the wine," she held up her glass.
We clinked glasses and I said, "My pleasure. I'm Mike." Close now, I was able to see she was quite pretty. And her little dress didn't cover much of her long slender and smooth legs. I wanted to follow those legs right to the treasure.
"Pia," she said extending her hand. An exciting French name. And the French are known to be exciting lovers.
I was trying to think of a conversational gambit when she saved me by asking, "Are you here on business?"
"Not really. I was downtown for a seminar and decided to stay and have dinner to avoid the traffic. But I'm local."
We talked animatedly about the city, our favorite restaurants, I favored Nouvelle and she Asian; theater, we both enjoyed the Conservatory theatre; walking out at Land's End and more. I glanced at my watch and realized an hour had gone by in ten minutes. Pia had been making a point about shopping at Ghirardelli and her hand had come to rest on my arm, casually and intimately, like we had known each other for some time.
She looked out the window. "I love looking out at the city. Up here it's so peaceful. My place is on the top floor but it isn't so far up."
"I'd like to live in the city, to look out over it at night. There's something about standing by the window and watching so much life happening. But it's all at a distance, almost removed, as if you were a Greek God watching the world from Olympus."
Pia had a surprised look on her face. "That's how I feel sometimes. Like I was watching the world from outside it. I didn't know anyone else felt that way." She looked thoughtful then smiled as she continued, "Perhaps you'd like to see the city from my place."
"I'd like that very much," I said.
She took a last sip and stood. I followed her out of the bar. Twenty minutes later I followed her through the door of her apartment. She didn't turn on any lights as she crossed to the windows opposite. She opened the drapes to a small balcony looking out over the city. She turned to me and said, "Come. Look at the city with me."
I went over and stood next to her. Her building was on a hill in the Glen Park area. A carpet of lights spread out before her window. The fog lay just above the hill creating a ceiling to the tableau. The fog acted as a reflector for the low sounds of fog horns and ship bells which echoed up to her apartment creating a mysterious and romantic ambiance. She leaned back on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her nuzzling my face into her silky blonde hair. We stood like that enjoying the view and feel of each other.
I felt a pressure against my loins, a subtle movement of her butt against me. I kissed her neck and lightly nipped her ears. Pia moaned at the caresses, turned in my arms, and we kissed. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders as our tongues danced together. Her dress buttoned down the front almost like a shirt. She was unbuttoning my shirt as I reached in and unsnapped her bra. Her dress fell open and I was able to see her beautiful tits with the nipples rigid and standing up.
I took one in each hand as we kissed wildly. She pushed off my shirt and I had to release her to let it fall off. As I did she knelt in front of me and worked my belt loose followed by the zipper. Pia reached in and pulled out my erect cock, cooing at it before taking it in her mouth. I gloried in the feel of her warm mouth and tongue working on my cock.
"Pia," I said. She looked up. "Let's go to your bedroom."
She smiled and stood. I helped her out of her dress and shrugged off my pants. As I reached to remove her panties she grabbed my hand and led me to her room. The light from the city provided a soft glow illuminating the room but hiding stark details. She led me to her bed and pushed me onto my back. Crawling between my legs she took my cock back into her mouth. I was soon lost in the sensations and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of her lips and tongue working around my cock. I felt her reach for something but she never missed a beat. I was surprised by something cold and greasy being rubbed into my butt. It startled me until I realized she was lubricating my ass. I had once a girlfriend that did prostate massage while blowing me. Jesus, those were wild orgasms. Anticipation of what was to follow brought me close to cumming.
She must have sensed it because she started to kiss up my stomach, teasing me and delaying my cum. She worked up to my chest and licked both nipples. That's when I felt something strange. Something was pushing at my butt. I was caught between the wonderful sensations Pia was making with her bites and licking and this new strange sensation. It moved between the cheeks of my ass and found my opening. Pia moved up and the invader started to push into my ass.
I gasped in surprise and started to ask what the fuck was going on when Pia leaned down and clamped her mouth to mine shoving her tongue into my mouth. It distracted me for a few moments allowing the invader to slid past the protective ring of my ass. Somehow she had covered her girl cock with lube, from where I don't know.
"Pia, are you a woman?" I realized that sounded like a stupid question but I was at a loss. What the hell was I going to say?
"Of course." She answered as she continued sliding into my ass. "But I have a little something extra for you." I'm sure I looked as stunned as I felt. She kissed me again and started fucking me. "Baby, I'm a chick with a dick."
Mama taught me it was better to give than to receive and I had always fervently believed that when it came to dicks. I wanted to give, not receive. But here I was getting fucked by a woman. That's when I noticed that it was starting to feel good. I also noticed something else, I felt like I needed to take a dump but I knew I had done that earlier before I went out. Weird feeling.
"It'll feel better hard," she said as she started ramming into my butt. She was right. Her cock was rubbing against my prostate and in my already horney state the sensations overrode my more conventional thoughts. I pulled Pia to me and kissed her passionately. She was bucking against me as her cock was driving into my ass. She moaned and I felt her cock expand as her cum exploded into my ass. I was about to blast my own cum when she collapsed on me.
She pulled her cock out of my ass and kneeling beside me with her ass in the air said, "Your turn." She handed me the mysterious tube of lube as I knelt behind her. Squeezing out a glob I worked it into her ass with one finger then two before smearing it on my cock. I put my cock at her tight opening and started to push.
"Slow baby. Give me time. You've got a big cock." I held still for a second. She pushed back so I pushed. The head of my cock worked into her tight ass. "Stop," she pleaded. "Oh Jesus, baby. Wait." I felt the muscles gradually relax. "Give me a little more." I pushed in a little more and she moaned, "Yes." Pretty soon I was in to the hilt. Pia reached between her legs and fondled my balls while telling me, "Fuck me, baby. C'mon, fuck me."
I pulled back until only the head of cock was in her ass then pushed forward. She moaned, "Yes, baby. I love your cock. Fuck my tight ass." It should have sounded corny but the way she moaned as she said it drove me crazy. I grabbed her tight little hips and pounded her ass. I was already close to cumming from her exquisite blowjob followed by the fucking she had given me. Her tight ass sent me over the edge and I exploded. She screamed, "Yes, baby," as she felt me filling her with my cum.
My orgasm crashed through my body as my balls emptied into her tight ass. A last desultory thrust and I was spent. My cock slipped out of her and I fell next to her on the bed. Pia snuggled into my arms and kissed me. "Thank you."
I wasn't sure what to say. I had just had the most unusual and unexpected experience in my life. I looked at her face. She was a beautiful woman. I felt her breasts pressed against my chest in post-coital bliss. She was definitely a woman. So I kissed her. "You are very beautiful," I told her.
She snuggled closer and kissed my neck. "Thank you. You are very handsome." A little white lie but I liked it anyway.
"Pia?"
"Yes honey," she answered
"I don't understand," I said quietly.
"Understand what?" she asked.
"I mean, you're a woman but you just fucked me. It's supposed to be the other way around," I said with a tone of conviction.
"Did you like what we did?" she asked.
"Well, yes," I answered.
"So, there's nothing to understand. I'm the best of both worlds. Don't think about it, just enjoy it," she said and pulled me into a kiss. I felt her cock rubbing mine and her tits pressing into my chest. 'The best of both worlds?' I asked myself.
What the hell? I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately as my cock rose again for my lady with something extra.
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