Trans Action E-Book

K.C. Cave

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Trans Action

Leseprobe

Trans Action

By K.C. Cave

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Text copyright 2015 K.C. Cave

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental. This e-book includes descriptions of explicit sex and is for adults only. The stories in this e-book are completely fictional and are meant to be taken as fantasy. The author does not endorse or condone practices like incest, rape, or rough sexual encounters in any form. All characters depicted in these stories are 18 years old and above.

What first caught my attention was her lush curly blonde hair cascading past her shoulders. She would brush it away from her face with her long fingers and manicured nails. Then it was her eyes, bright blue and…well, gay. Can I still say “gay” without the usual sexual overtones?

It was dinner with a large group of old college friends in a favorite haunt. The gorgeous blonde was across the table and a few seats down, so I only caught glimpses of her, always smiling and laughing. Needless to say, she wasn’t alone (they never are). I heard someone say she was the friend of a friend who found out at the last minute he couldn’t make it. She came anyway, with her date.

I was alone. That is to say, without a partner. Not a problem with this crowd—I had probably dated a quarter of them and gone to most of their weddings—and I was going to a movie with two of the couples after dinner.

It wasn’t conscious on my part, but I frequently caught the woman with the blonde tresses in the corner of my eye. I heard someone call her Brogan. She was so pretty. And she had big shoulders. A swimmer, maybe?

I failed to mention I was horny as fuck. After dressing that evening before going out, the throb between my legs almost made me undress, I wanted to masturbate so badly. Alas, I’m not normally a homewrecker, so I knew it was highly unlikely that I would be bringing anybody back after the movie. And unless this restaurant had just hired someone new and desirable, the wait staff was safe.

I went to my toy drawer and retrieved my new glass butt plug. Hiking my skirt, I lubed the plug and eased it in past my thong. Exhibiting an amazing amount of willpower, I refrained from pushing a finger between my folds to rub my clit. Its heaviness in my rectum through the long evening would be a constant reminder of my promise to myself when I got home.

After dinner, the crowd of old friends broke up. Logistics dictated that the five of us drive to the theater in one car. I crammed into the backseat of the Subaru, leaving my car parked at the restaurant. It was just after twelve when I was dropped off, remote in hand.

There she was, Brogan, just past the door of the restaurant, the neon “open” sign now off. Her back was to me. I hadn’t seen her standing before and didn’t realize how tall she was. She turned when she heard my footsteps.

She was crying.

What do you do or say? We had been briefly introduced. I couldn’t pretend not to recognize her.

Hell, I didn’t want to. “Something wrong? Can I help?”

Brogan made the usual, putting-your-face-back-together gestures, which included a forced smile as she wiped the tears from her eyes. My god, she must be six-two.

“Dumps,” I think she said through a wad of tissue. Did she just say she’s in the dumps?

“Can’t be that bad.” I’m tall, five-nine, but had to tilt back to see her face.

“No. Well, yes, actually. I said, I was dumped.”

That has a range of meanings, so I wasn’t sure how to respond. I repeated my offer.

Her face lit up. Tall as an Amazon or not, and with the shoulders of a competitive swimmer, she really was pretty.

“I’ll be alright. I always am after this happens.”

“After what happens?” I had forgotten about my car and had unc [...]