Dinner for One

Dinner for One

The apartment door latched behind me with a loud click as I walked down the corridor to the elevator. Walking slowly allowed me to focus on placing one foot in front of the other, accentuating the sway of my hips. It also helped me to steady my feet in the heels that I was getting accustomed to wearing. I managed to avoid meeting any of the other tenants on the floor, sidestepping unnecessary explanation of my outfit and permitting me to hastily blend into the night outside.

I strolled leisurely in the warm evening twilight, occasionally stopping to look in the shop windows and simultaneously check my reflection in the glass. None of the people that walked by paid much attention and I was happy that I appeared to become part of the scenery. Eventually I relaxed and settled deeper into my female persona, Carol, and quietly made mental notes of my journey for future reference. If I could avoid drawing unwanted attention to myself maybe I could live the life I wanted after all.

As the evening grew darker, I arrived at my destination, a small bistro about a 10-minute walk from my building that had decent meals and a warm, friendly atmosphere with a couple of community tables for single dinners like me. You could enjoy a quiet dinner alone or talk to other patrons if that was your preference. You were not necessarily expected to make conversation, and this suited me perfectly. My voice was deeper than many females and I hoped to get by with a minimum of conversation and a smile.

Tonight's excursion was a spur of the moment decision brought about by frustration. As much as I enjoyed cross-dressing at home and with a select group of friends, I wanted to be out in the world this evening to mix with other people. After about a year on HRT, happy with implants that gave me a nice firm 'B' cup figure and sporting a layered bob hairstyle, I felt comfortable enough to wear fashionable female clothing without embarrassment. At work I still wore masculine or androgenous clothing with only light make-up, but I was getting bolder in my choices each day. Evenings and weekends were adjustment periods where I wore whatever felt good to me that day. I relaxed in sweatshirts and yoga pants, tee shirts with sports bras, jeans and sneakers. If I went out with friends, I might put on slacks and a button-down shirt or loose-fitting top. It was my attempt at transitioning from masculine to feminine without a real slap in the face change. Tonight my mood went to light makeup, a tight navy skirt that ended about 4" above the knee, a form fitting white short-sleeve knit top, nude thigh-high, stay-up stockings and navy-blue 2" heels. Underneath, I wore a white lace pushup bra and white lace tanga panties to complete the ensemble. The outfit looked wonderful, felt wonderful and brought me just the right amount of attention.

Upon entering the restaurant, I was shown to a community table along the side wall that had banquet seating on one side and chairs opposite and could easily accommodate 10 to 12 people at capacity. I chose a seat on the banquet side toward one end so I could watch the room and the door for amusement. Once settled in I asked the waitress for an extra dry Bombay Sapphire martini straight up and felt the tension flow from my body after the first sip. I was in no hurry and spent some time scanning the menu, going over the chef's specials of the day. Several other customers came in and a few sat at the long table with seat selections that allowed space for everyone.

It wasn't long before a lone gentleman arrived, and he took a seat in the chair diagonally to my left. He smiled and said hello when he sat down, and I returned his greeting while the others smiled in acknowledgement but mostly ignored his presence. The fellow seemed pleasant and amenable to some companionship at dinner and went on to introduce himself to me as Hector. I told him my name was Carol and asked if he was named after the character in the Iliad. He laughed saying that I was one of the few people who got it right. At this point I asked if he would like to move over one chair and we could more comfortably have dinner together. Readily accepting the invitation, he shifted his seat and now we looked like a young couple having dinner as opposed to two strangers who did not know each other 10 minutes prior.

Dinner was very nice and Hector proved to be an excellent conversationalist with a good sense of humor which made me wonder why he was dining alone. I began to think that he might be an axe murderer or a bigamist running from his many wives. The situation became funnier when he asked if I was hiding from a maniacal lover since I seemed too nice to be dining alone. I never thought of myself that way and hearing someone say it out loud even in jest struck home. I told him that I wondered similar thoughts about him but hesitated in asking about the axe murderer part since I believed that he wouldn't tell me the truth if he was. "So, if we really get along and find ourselves spending the night together, we may bump into each other in a dark hallway, each carrying an axe? How ironic!" he said with a laugh.

"Something to tell the kids about how we met," I replied.

We finished dinner and left together, stopping on the street outside the doors uncertain about what was to come next. "Carol, you made this a wonderful evening for me and I'm sad that it is over so soon. I would like to see you again if you don't mind my company, perhaps dinner or a movie. What do you think?"

I thought for a moment as we stood there and as much as I wanted to see him again, I felt nervous for obvious reasons. I did not want to lead him on under false pretenses and felt obligated to tell him the truth about myself before answering his question. "Hector, before I answer there is something that I must tell you," I said. "I had a fun evening with you and haven't felt this relaxed with anyone in a long time. But you should know..."

"Shush, don't say it. I know what you're going to say and commend you for wanting to be upfront but it's not necessary. I could tell that you were not a natural female when we started talking and honestly, I am not troubled by it. You're extremely attractive and a pleasant person. That's what matters to me and if you're comfortable then so am I. I had fun and if you did as well, that's enough. Whatever develops is for us to decide," he responded.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Hector, you're sweet. I would very much like to see you again so please call me," I replied.

Hector pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips. I offered no resistance. When we separated he whispered, "I will call you this week and look forward to bumping into you in a dark hallway one night."

"You can count on it," I said and took his arm as he walked me home, extending the evening.

Reaching my building, I turned to him and said softly, "I'm not usually like this when I first meet someone but I'm going to risk appearing to be a slut and ask if you would like to come up to my apartment for a Bailey's or Sambuca. You don't have to feel obligated to say yes and I am happy to let the evening end right here if that is what you want. We just met and it is getting late, so there is no pressure."

"I would like that very much, Carol, and I promise not to think poorly of you for the invitation," he replied with a smile.

In a few minutes we entered my apartment, and I heard the door latch behind me for the second time today as it closed. Hector gently kissed me on the lips and slowly inserted his tongue into my mouth as I began to breathe heavily. I wrapped my arms around him and began to melt as I felt the passion build inside me as he held me tightly. I could feel his erection through my skirt and my nipples were erect and hard while my own erection struggled to free itself from the lace prison that trapped it. As we kissed I only could think of his stiff cock going down my throat or parting the cheeks of my butt as he stretched my sphincter. I was so horny I wanted to scream, and this feeling led me to abandon all dating protocol. "Come with me," I said.

Kicking off my shoes, I bypassed the living room couch and led him directly into the bedroom. I pulled the polo shirt over his head and placed my hands on his smooth muscular chest. He gently cupped my breasts before removing my top and after I unhooked my bra, we hugged skin against skin.

I slowly pulled back, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stood before him wearing only tanga panties with an erection poking out of the top and thigh high stockings. Hector looked at me, said I was very sexy, then knelt to remove my panties and stockings leaving me completely naked. He then removed his pants and briefs and hugged me before kissing my neck, making me moan with pleasure.

I silently admired his smooth muscular body for a moment before pushing him back onto the bed. I climbed up and straddled him, kissing him passionately while he held the sides of my head in his hands. He then held me close and squeezed my butt with both hands, separating my cheeks.

I kissed his face and neck and began to work my way down his chest to his nipples, nibbling each one in turn, biting gently then increasing the pressure as I felt him react to the pain. I went farther down onto his stomach and abdomen eventually taking his rock-hard erection into my mouth, licking the head in a swirling motion with my tongue while squeezing his nipples between my thumb and forefinger until he began to whimper. His penis was smooth and roughly 8 or so inches in length. It was not overly fat and felt comfortable in my mouth as I took it slowly to the entrance of my throat which excited me even more.

Hector held my head and then began to move it up and down, gently but purposely forcing his cock farther down my throat. He wanted me and was intent on having me, and I was submitting to his desires without hesitation or complaint. He rolled us over so that I was on the bottom and rotated himself so he could truly fuck my throat. He also took my erection into his mouth to give me a wonderfully tender, wet blowjob.

I came first and Hector did not shy away from accepting my semen. He held my cock in his mouth as I pulsed my cum into him which he swallowed without hesitation, moaning in the pleasure of the moment. When I felt his body stiffening, I knew what was coming and he pulled back so his dick was resting on my tongue before shooting out a copious amount of semen for me to swallow.

"You should have warned me to expect so much from you," I said with a laugh, "that was like waterboarding." We hugged and I snuggled into his arms. "I'm glad that you decided to stay for a while."

"I'm glad you invited me up," he replied. "I wasn't expecting much when I went out this evening but you made it special."

"You don't think that I'm just a wanton slut?" I asked.

"Well, yes... but you are so much more," he replied with a laugh.

I squeezed his nipple until he cried out in pain before asking, "Would you like to stay here tonight to save the drive home? I can manage a basic breakfast in the morning if you're not fussy."

"If you're sure that it's not too much of an inconvenience, I would like that very much," he replied.

"It would be my pleasure to have the company if you promise to behave. I have an extra toothbrush but no pajamas unfortunately. Does sleeping in the nude bother you?" I said with a grin.

"No, not at all. Will you join me?" he asked softly.

"I always sleep au natural, but I don't want to be presumptuous of my guests. Let's have a shower first and then a nightcap before bed. This is a special night so let's enjoy it."

We showered together and I enjoyed having someone wash my hair and soap my back. I did the same for Hector and even knelt to hold his cock in my mouth while I washed his legs. He easily became aroused by my actions so I could tell that he was far from finished with me.

After toweling off I slipped into a long emerald green, satin and lace robe. Hector wrapped himself in a dry towel knotted at the waist and we went to the living room for a nightcap. Two small glasses of Sambuca in a dimly lighted room were all that was required to make a perfect ending for a lovely evening. Hector put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, whispering, "I feel that we have been here before. Just the two of us, sitting somewhere looking at the night sky, wondering how it all came together so perfectly. Do you feel it?" he said.

"I'll admit that something feels different about tonight. You said that you were not expecting much this evening but honestly, I was looking to avoid personal interactions. I tried to be nondescript and blend into the background, becoming a voyeur of sorts. I sat at a common dining table simply to avoid drawing attention to myself sitting alone. When you arrived, I felt a difference and was glad when you sat close by, more so when you accepted my invitation to move opposite me. You made me feel comfortable.

"When we walked out of the restaurant together tonight, I knew that I wanted you to come to my apartment, to my bed if I'm honest. I could not have avoided inviting you here even if I wanted to. This is destiny, fate. You asked if I could feel it; yes, absolutely. But for what purpose? Do you have an answer for that question?"

Hector looked into my eyes and smiled. "You are getting ahead of yourself by asking too many questions for which there are no answers. Let the world catch up to us. We met less than six hours ago, had a pleasant dinner, shared some stories, had sex and are on the verge of spending the night together. This is like a 1940's film where the characters fall in love and plan marriage in a 2-day time span. It may make a quaint story but it is not reality. I feel that we share something special, but I would not hazard a guess what it is so let's go a little farther into the future and ask the questions again. I will meet you here one week from today, seven days from now, and we will see if either of us have answers."

I thought for a moment, finished my Sambuca, and replied, "Come to bed. I want you to hug me until I fall asleep and wake me with a kiss in the morning. Can you do that?"

"I think so but do I have some latitude regarding what I do between tonight and tomorrow morning?" he said softly.

I smiled at him and said, "Of course, but I damage easily so treat me gently."

Snuggling in bed was nice and it wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep with Hector's arms around me in a classic spoon position. As the early morning light began to enter the bedroom, I felt his arousal searching for a comfortable and familiar place to rest. I felt the need for a quick pee and as much as I disliked getting up at this time, I knew that it would be a wise move.

I quietly and gently slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself and used the opportunity to brush my teeth and apply some lube to my anus "just in case". When I got back in bed Hector smiled and said good morning before getting up to use the bathroom as well. I noticed that his penis was half erect and I felt sure that his "morning wood" would be seeking attention when he returned and I was getting aroused as well. My erection was nothing like Hector's but I was not self-conscious since I knew that female hormones have a certain effect when taken by men and it is the price we pay for softer skin and gentle curves in the right places. Hector seemed to enjoy it last night and he enjoyed my breasts as well.

Wanting to continue to spoon, I remained on my side and Hector slipped in behind me with a full erection, shifting around trying to find a comfortable position and finally settling on the area between my legs. His hard cock pushed into the space below the crease of my butt and my testicles. I felt the firm shaft rest there and occasionally twitch as Hector became more aroused and I sensed that he would not remain motionless for long.

I closed my eyes and focused my senses on the area between my legs that protected Hector's stiff dick. Slowly I felt hector's breathing start to change and his grip on my breast get more intense, his fingers searching for my erect nipple which he proceeded to gently rub and squeeze. As the pain of his squeeze increased, I held the sheets in my fist and began to moan quietly and push my butt against his abdomen. Hector kissed the back of my neck and my breathing became more rapid and I felt my heartrate increase as well. "You're a good girl, aren't you? You know what I want and you're going to give it to me, aren't you?" he whispered.

"Yes," I whispered in reply.

"Good. I want you on your back with your hands over your head, one hand gripping the other wrist. I want you to remain like this until I finish with you. Is that clear?" he said softly.

"Yes," I replied.

As I rolled onto my back Hector placed one of his hands on my testicles and also inserted his middle finger into my anus. He used this grip to lift my butt off the bed and then pushed a pillow underneath me. Once satisfied with the placement, he told me to put my hands over my head, spread my legs and bring my knees up to his chest.

"Do you know what comes next?" he said.

"Yes, but please go slowly. I am a little nervous and may be tight," I said softly.

"Don't worry, Carol, your body will adapt and pleasure comes with pain," he responded and I became even more nervous.

I felt the head of Hector's stiff cock rest against the rim of my anus, and I looked into his eyes seeing them for what seemed like the first time. They appeared different from last night. Colder, dispassionate but with a sparkle I did not understand. Was he intent on hurting me to provide pleasure to himself? I gripped my own wrist as I felt his rock-hard cock begin the assault to enetrate me, slowly but intently, not pausing even momentarily in the process but continuing until its full length was inside me. My sphincter was stretched to its limit and I cried out when the head of his penis reached the wall of my intestine. I was filled to capacity by his huge cock, a feeling that I had never experienced before, a feeling devoid of all tenderness. This was animal passion, and I knew that he was far from finished.

Slowly Hector withdrew his granite-like member and then drove it home again, slapping his balls against my butt cheeks. "Do you feel like a slut now, Carol? I hope so because that is what you are," he whispered as he withdrew his cock and drove it home again. I cried out again and felt a tear well up in the corner of my eye.

Again and again, he withdrew and drove his cock into me, even placing his hand over my mouth so he would not have to hear my cries as he reached the limit of my tunnel. As the tempo increased, I felt certain pleasure from the stretching and pounding that I sustained. I began to moan in ecstasy as I lay on my back with my eyes closed, getting lost in the moment and the reality of the rough fucking that I received. Suddenly he cried out and stiffened his body as he lay still and achieved orgasm, filling my insides with his semen. He slumped onto me, released my mouth and allowed me to straighten my legs as he withdrew his shrinking member from my anus. "God that was fantastic. Are you okay?" he asked.

"Nice of you to ask," I replied sternly. "I'm extremely sore but I'll survive. I'm more hurt than sore but disappointed as well. I hope you don't mind but I have the beginning of a migraine and need some time in a dark room alone so I will have to give you a raincheck on breakfast."

With a puzzled look on his face Hector replied quietly, "I'm sorry if I did something wrong. Maybe I got ahead of myself and went too far and if I did, I apologize. I'll let you get some rest and I'll call you later. Thanks for the company at dinner last night and letting me stay over. You're special and I hope we can meet up again."

Hector got dressed and left without fanfare. I washed up and got back into bed, sore but relieved to be alone in my bedroom. I put on my eyeshade to block out the daylight and made a mental note about things seeming too good to be true usually are and that I must learn to rein in my inner slut and not invite strangers into my bed the first time I meet them. When you invite a vampire to cross your threshold and enter your home don't be surprised to wake up with fang marks on your neck.