Butches and Babes

I knocked lightly on the door. One car was gone but hers was still parked out front. I just wanted to see if she was finished with the books and movies she had borrowed.
I was headed out for the night dressed in a new pair of jeans that had that slightly tattered worn look, and a beater on top. My hair was pulled back low so as not to interfere with the low fitted black cap I had cocked to one side. I had a thick black belt holding my jeans just below my hip bones. It was the butches and babes contest at a club my friend worked for and though I normally went "babe", I couldn't find anything to wear. I got out the butchest outfit I could find and borrowed my roommates strap-on for added realism.
Standing in front of the mirror for my final check I was impressed, I was hot. I had the butch body which helped. My arms were muscular and toned as well as my back and stomach from years of athletics and strict continued maintenance. I had gotten thin from working to much and not eating enough but it suited me well and highlighted my intense bone structure.
I attempted to make the fact that I was packing as inconspicuous as possible. I managed to manuever to a barely detectable bulge held in place by tight boxer briefs. I looked like a sexy, clean-cut man, my tattoos and small chest adding to the effect,
Finally she answered the door, cracking it as first then opening it wider when she saw it was me. "hey, what's up? Come in." she said.
I said that I was just wondering if she had finished all the books and what she had thought about them.
The place smelled great and she walked into the kitchen as I spoke. I followed her, stopping in the entrance way to lean against the wall. She turned and smiled, saying how much she had liked the last book I had given her. Only the stove light was on and I noticed she had goosebumps though her arm was reaching over hot steaming pots. She was wearing a tight fitting nightgown of sorts. It was short coming to just about mid thigh on her. She was kind of Betty Page meets soccer mom. She was barely over five feet and it would be little more than a tight shirt on me.
She was in amazing shape. Her legs were very sexy, probably from the heels she wore on a daily basis. Same for her ass which looked high and tight through the cloth that barely covered it. She had a tiny flat stomach leading up to large breasts that somehow were not out of proportion for her. She had a beautiful face with light hazelish eyes and blond hair with intense highlights Her hair was cut short and meant to be worn messy which was just how she had it.
As I looked at her I noticed that she seemed a bit fidgety and stole quick glances toward me. More specifically toward my crotch, which due to the angle I was leaning, was bulging conspicuously. I stood up straight rather quickly and made a comment about attending the Butches and Babes event later that evening.
Ah she replied, heading out for the evening then? I told her that I had promised I would go and asked what she was doing for the night. She said that she was going to stay in for the night and catch up on some reading.
She reached above her to the cupboard and as she opened it the bowls within wavered, I rushed behind her putting my hands up to catch them before they fell on her. I pushed the dishes back into the cupboard pushing lightly against her in the process.
I knew she felt my stifness against her back and I was getting a little flustered. I turned, walking out of the kitchen and taking a seat in the chair closest to the entrance. She busied herself over a pot briefly, saying over her shoulder she would grab the book in a second. I inquired where her husband was and she said out with the boys. They had an open relationship, at least on her end. She was aloud to be with women and he didn't care.
She mentioned that it would have been boring to go anyway. This she said giggling as she walked into the room. She handed me three of the four books telling me that the fourth was her mission for the night.
She winked and I noticed which of the titles was missing. I had given her my whole lesbian erotica collection, the last of which was now missing. I inquired as to what she thought so far and she replied that she liked them a lot and that it was a good series. I tell her that the last book is the best so far and that I had read it in one day. To that she replied that it would be a long and tortuous night then.
By this time she was back in the kitchen removing dishes. I asked her why the night would be so tortuous and she said that with her husband gone she would be left to her own devices, turning to smile at me.
That left me to my own imagination of what those devices might be and how she might use them.
I stood up and walked to the countertop to grab my books. She was in the cupboard behind me, placing us back to back. I imagined her alone in bed, reading my favorite erotica stories. One hand moving under the sheet, flipping pages and holding the book with the other hand. I turned around and placing my hands on either side of the countertop bent to whisper in her ear. Maybe some of my devices could be of use.
A sigh caught in her throat. If the cock had been real, it would have been rock hard.
My mouth was still close to her ear. I knew I should stop, I probably already went to far but I wanted her and she wasn't exactly pushing me away.
I caught the very edge of her ear with my teeth but let go quickly, fearing her reaction. I was aching to push her against the counter with my hips.
I could hear her breathing, I wondered if her heart was racing like mine. I took one hand off the countertop and grabbed her hip pulling her into me. She pushed against me at the same time causing a moan to escape my lips. Jesus I moaned into her ear. She reached her hand around to fumble with my belt.
Suddenly I was at attention. I grabbed her hand and put it back in front of her, placing it as mine had been. I undid the button and zipper, still keeping one hand on the countertop, now covered by one of hers. Her nails dug into me as she heard the zipper slide. I was still bending slightly over her, still in a position to whisper in her ear. My breath was hot on her ear and she backed into me, grinding her ass against my hips. I stood pulling her up straight as well. Reaching my hand down to the hem of her gown I fingered it thoughtfully before pulling it up slowly and eventually over her head. She was wearing a thong and her ass was nicer than I had thought. God I wanted to push her thong away and fuck her roughly against the countertop. Not wanting her to feel to exposed I took off my own top and pressed my skin against hers. She bent over, putting her hands on the countertop in front of her. I ran my fingertips across the soft tan skin, leaned over and kissed up her spine. The muscles in her back tensed as I blew on a spot I had just kissed. My fingers found nipples already stiff with pleasure. She moaned between ragged breaths as I pinched and pulled at them playfully then rolled them between my fingertips. I slid my hand down her stomach and between her thighs, twirling her hair around my fingers I tugged gently. "fuck" she breathed. I slide a finger down lower. It was my turn to curse, she was dripping wet and cried out as I flicked my finger across her clit.
Suddenly she turned around to face me, she kissed my chest as her hands pushed my pants down further off my ass. She cupped my package in her hand pushing back against me.
She tugged at the waistband of my boxer briefs and I was happy to oblige. I pulled them down and off luckily not tripping in the process. She knelt in front of me kissing my hip bones and just below my navel. Her hand was stroking my cock up and down as she kissed around it. Her fingers found the slit in the leather and she stroked my clit. I thought I was gonna come right then watching her lips wrap around my cock. She took as much as she could, gagging on it before slowly letting it out of her mouth and taking it in again. I had never wanted to be a guy more in my life than in that moment, I wanted to be inside her. I pulled her up to me and walked around to the living room.
The couch was the perfect height and she was quickly bent over it grasping the fabric in front of her. I grabbed her hips pressing into her, I slid in easily, her warmth pulling at me. She strained against me taking all seven inches before letting me pull out completely and slam back into her again. She cried out into the couch begging me to go harder. I grasped her hips pulling her into me roughly, sweat was pouring from both of us and the air clicked on throwing a chill wave our way just in time. The extreme difference felt amazing. Her body smacked into mine muscles strained and tense. Reaching around I played with her clit fingering the piercing above then teasing her with no direct contact.
I pulled her off the edge of the couch and sat down, she climbed over me with a devilish look on her face. Grabbed my cock, she rubbed it across her clit, letting me just barely enter her she would then pull off again. She kept pushing the base of the cock against me, she was driving me crazy. I grabbed her, sitting her down hard on me. She moaned and immediately started riding me. She ground into me, taking every inch and reaching down to finger herself. Her head was thrown back breathing becoming fast, as she moved faster on me.
Finally I gabbed her hips and heaved her over to the part of the couch we weren't currently occupying. Her eyes widened in suprise and I leaned over, covering her mouth with my own. I flicked her tongue with mine, I kissed her lips, then her earlobes then kissed down to her collarbone. From her collarbone I wasted no time moving down to her hipbones. She arched slightly as I kissed the hollows of her hips. I breathed hot air across her mound which was emanating its own heat. I dipped my tongue between her lips, tasting how much she wanted me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as my tongue teases her clit. Her body quivers and I lift up so that I am over her,looking at her face. My hips are pressing against hers, her legs spread and hanging one haphazardly over the couch and the other on the coffee table. Reaching her hand down she starts to stroke me again, pulling me toward her, into her. God she's tight, I can feel it when I push into her. Her legs wrapped around my waist heels digging. I was moaning and I realized she was to. Her legs tightened around me and she came with a cry, me coming right after. I moved slowly in and out, drawing it out as long as I could for her and myself. Gradually I pulled out and sat up somewhat on the couch. Looking at her I had to laugh, Never say never I said as I winked