The Mechanics

For the fifth day in a row Derek left the gym early, walked the four blocks to his flat, stood next to the lamppost and waited. For the fifth day he watched her walk up and enter the bar across the street. My God, she was stunning. Long black hair, perky breasts and legs for days. He’d been in that bar, seen who worked there, the clientele they catered to. Where did she fit in, and did he have the balls to ask?

This was his New Year’s Resolution, so he took a quick shower, got dressed and walked across the street. The place was full of transgender people in all stages of transformation. The clientele was comfortable here, accepted for who they were becoming. He sat down next to her at the bar.

When the bartender walked up, Derek said, “I’ll have a highball,” then looked at her. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure.” She smiled, then motioned at the bartender, “orange juice.”

“Derek.” He extended his hand.

“Amelia.” She gave him her delicate fingers, then ran her thumb over his knuckles causing his cock to twitch.

They sat for almost an hour talking. He couldn’t remember what he said, only that her teeth were perfect, her laughter intoxicating and there was no way he could afford her. It wasn’t a secret that most of the people in and out of the bar made their living in the sex trade.

“I’d love to buy you dinner.” Derek ducked his head. “But a woman like you. You can ask whatever you want . . . and get it.”

Amelia stiffened, her eyes narrowing. She stood up slowly raising to her full height, the stilettos bringing her to just under seven feet. “I’m not a whore.” She said, through gritted teeth.

Derek’s face fell, his mouth dropping open. “I’m . . . fuck, I’m . . .” He shook his head as he stood up reaching for his wallet. He dropped two twenties on the bar, squared his shoulders and looked her in the eye. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. I’m going to go before I make this any worse, if that’s possible.”

She moved closer towering over him. “Common mistake. I’m not what I appear to be. But then none of us are. I own this bar.”

He nodded.

“Would you like to dance?” She asked.

“I’d . . . I’d love to,” Derek said, then added, “will you take off your shoes?”

Amelia laughed. “Well, that’s new.”

“Your body is amazing, but that’s not what I want to look at.”

Her smile widened as she removed her shoes. “Jack, put a couple of slow ones on the PA.” She winked at the bartender.

Derek led her on to the dance floor. His arm went around her waist, but he moved his hand up spreading his fingers wide. His guide hand cradled hers gently as he pulled her close, his nose rubbing against hers.

He pulled in their hands placing hers over his heart. He’d been hard since they walked on to the dance floor, but now that his cock was throbbing and twitching, he pulled away slightly, not wanting to offend her again.

She massaged his neck, nibbled his earlobe, and opened her legs slightly allowing his knee between them.

He gasped, his hand on her back involuntarily clutching her shirt then releasing it.

“You’re fucking killing me,” he choaked. “I live across the street.”

“I don’t know you that well.” She leaned back, looking him in the eye. “But you can come to my place.”

They had just stepped into her apartment when he pulled her to him, his lips crushing hers. With his hand on her neck his thumb stroked her jaw. “I’m sure you hear how beautiful you are every day, but you are so much more than that. You’re fucking amazing.”

She pulled at his shirt bringing it over his head, then she kissed him again her tongue exploring his mouth. She kneaded his pecs, melting into him.

Derek pushed her back against the door, fucking her mouth with his tongue. His hand moved from her neck down to massage her breast. Her nipple hardened through her demi-bra as his thumb stroked it. He unbuttoned her silk shirt reaching around to undo her bra. Both his hands were full of her breasts before it hit the floor.

Time stopped, but finally she pushed him away, breathless. “We have to talk mechanics.”

“Mechanics don’t matter.” He panted reaching for her again.

Her hands went to his chest. “I’ll be right back.”

Five minutes later she walked out in a silk robe that went to her knees loosely tied with a ribbon. She walked up to him, took his hand and placed it on her breast. “Put your hand between my legs. Then tell me mechanics don’t matter.”

He brought her fingers to his lips, then pulled the ribbon, the robe falling open. Just below her exquisite abbs were her delicate genitals. His hand would engulf her, the pecan sized testicles completely hairless. He ran his hand down her stomach taking her hard cock into his hand.

Her eyes widened as she gasped, then shuddered. “Come on,” she whispered, leading him into the bedroom. Then she was on her knees, undoing his jeans while he kicked off his shoes.

He was rock hard when she took him in her mouth. “Fuck!” He growled; both hands gripping her hair. He began to pant, his hips moving to the rhythm she set. As his head fell back and his hands caressed her shoulders, she took him in all the way.

“No!” He shouted as he helped her to her feet, trembling. “No.”

He pushed her on to the bed and laid next to her. He stroked her face, kissed her breasts then breathed into her ear. “A real man pleases the woman he’s with . . . first. I want to hear you scream Baby Girl.” He didn’t give her a chance to process that, but laid on top of her, spreading her legs. He began moving down, kissing and licking her abs, then her navel.

“No, Derek.” She pleaded. “You don’t . . . have to do that.” Then she gasped, “Sweet mother of God.”

It was too late. Her small penis was in his mouth, his tongue snaking around the head. He’d never had a cock in his mouth, but this wasn’t just any cock. It was what would become her clitoris and he wanted to know it, intimately. He’d had plenty of blowjobs, so he just did what he liked, and it worked. As he caressed her balls, she raised her knees moving her hips.

“Fuck Daddy . . . this won’t take long.” She growled as she raked her nails over his shoulders. Then she began to pant, her fists in the sheet. Her scream filled the air as her cum squirted into his mouth. There wasn’t a lot of cum, but her orgasm ripped through her over and over in waves of ecstasy.

He moved up, pulling her into his arms.

“You’ve done that before.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Nope.” He shook his head. “You got a cherry tonight, Baby Girl.”

She laughed out loud, pushed him back against the pillows and fucked his mouth with her tongue. She moved on top of him, spreading his legs. Her thumbs played with his nipples as she sucked his neck. “Sit up.” She commanded. “I want you to watch.”

He sat up pushing a couple of pillows behind his back. He ran his fingers through her hair, then stroking her lips with his thumb before he pushed it into her mouth.

She sucked his thumb, then replaced it with his two middle fingers. Her eyes riveted on his, she moved down, releasing his fingers and taking in his cock.

He bent his knees and held her cheeks with both his hands. “Let me fuck your mouth, Baby Girl. I swear to God I won’t hurt you. You are so fucking beautiful. I just need to fuck you.”

A huge smile blossomed on her face, and then she kissed the head of his wet cock. “Then fuck me, Daddy.” She whispered.

Both his hands were fists in her hair as he gently fucked her mouth. Afraid he’d be too rough he released his fists, then desire overwhelmed him, and he was lost.

When he began to pant, her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, and she took him deep as he came in her mouth. She sucked him hard, his shudders coming in waves.

They readjusted the pillows and as she laid her head on his shoulder he said, “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”

She burst into riotous laughter. “You certainly have a talent for understatement,” she said, “we have a lot to talk about.”

He pulled her over on top of him. “Later.”