her clit throb and her pussy warm, wet. She rushedly
undid the buttons of Charlie's shirt, eager to feel Charlie's hard chest
underneath her palms. When her fumbling fingers failed at the task after
the first few buttons, she ripped the shirt open. Charlie didn't seem to
notice, and she slipped her hand inside, feeling the soft skin.
Grace sat up suddenly, a look of shock on her face. Her mind was reeling.
Before her, were a pair of beautiful, petite breasts. They were not too
small, yet small enough to be hidden perfectly by Charlie's extremely loose
white men's blouse. Charlie wore no bra either, and her nipples were
jutting out proudly, erect with the sensations of Grace's lips and Grace's
body pressed against hers. Charlie, now that Grace looked at her face, was
a beautiful, stunning woman.. and Grace had never known.
A shriek started to leave Grace's mouth, when a hand suddenly clamped down
over Grace's jaw, and the woman leaned over and whispered soothingly into
Grace's ear. "Shhh.. shh.. I won't hurt you. If you want me to stop, I will
just button my shirt back up and leave.. You're just so beautiful, and I
only want the chance to make love with a beautiful woman like you." Her
voice was still rough, yet musical- the voice appeared to occur naturally,
and there was tremble of trepidation in the notes.
Grace was stunned. She had considered herself perfectly straight all her
life, and could not even conceive of this stud suddenly turning into a
woman. The sweet scent of Charlie's hand- hand lotion- met Grace's
nostrils, because it was still clapped over Grace's mouth. As Grace glanced
at Charlie's breasts as Charlie lifted herself back up, slowly releasing
Grace's mouth, she realized-
"I want you." The words wrenched themselves out of Grace's mouth before she
even realized she said it. Charlie grinned at Grace devilishly as Grace's
hand hesitantly moved to Charlie's breast. Grace slowly felt the hard
nipple underneath her touch, and her other hand ran across Charlie's
stomach, perfectly tight and muscular. Those kinds of stomachs turned Grace
on incredibly- and apparently, now it seemed, the gender of the stomach's
owner didn't matter.
Charlie shook her blouse off of her shoulders, and leaned over to kiss
Grace's dark nipple, her hand squeezing Grace's other breast gently. The
feeling of Charlie's tongue on Grace's nipple was too much for Grace to
resist, and she moaned softly in response. Charlie lifted herself up, and
the moistness of Grace's nipples made them scrape across Charlie's skin.
Charlie moved her body around, feeling Grace's nipples, and Grace reached
her hands out to unbutton Charlie's pants, letting them loose with an
audible snap. Charlie sighed as Grace removed one hand to caress her
breast, and used the other hand to unzip and tug Charlie's pants down
part-way. Charlie had long, beautiful, tanned legs, baby soft and silky
smooth. Her thighs were hard, toned, and her butt was tight and small.
She's beautiful, Grace thought to herself.