The T-Girl and Us We just got back from a trip to Florida. This happened on our first night in South Beach. ************************************************** ************************************************** ************************************************ My g/f Mona and I were cruising around South Beach looking for . . . well, we didn’t know. The night was hot and sultry and you could just feel that a lot of sex was going on all around us. The flashing neon lights from the Art Deco hotels pulsed in time to the throbbing in our genitals . We were both itchy . . . you know, the itchiness that comes from being horny and not knowing what you want for release. Our restlessness led us to the News Café on Ocean Avenue. There we got a seat at a table and settled in to watch the parade of gorgeous people strutting their bodies amidst the crowded street. “Look at that girl,” Mona whispered nuzzling my ear, “I wonder what she would be like in bed with us?” We had been fantasizing having a MFF threesome, and Mona was shopping around tonight in a kind of playful, but not serious way. Almost without thinking Mona started to stroke my neck in a noticeably seductive way. Every few minutes she would kiss my face, working her way over to my lips. A low sexy voice from behind us startled us. “Excuse me, but would you mind if I sat at your table with you? All the other tables are taken, and I am so hungry.” The voice belonged to the smiling face of a drop-dead woman in her late twenties, I guessed. She wore her brunette hair long and had on a blouse that was wrapped and tied so that her shapely midriff was framed by it on the top and hip hugging white slacks at the bottom. The neck line was so low that it didn’t take much imagination to realize that she was exceptionally well endowed. I usually don’t stare at a woman’s breasts, but the curves and depth of her cleavage attracted my attention in a way I hadn’t experienced since I had looked down into the Grand Canyon many years in the past. Mona patted the seat of the empty chair at our table and the woman slide into it. “Hi, my name is Jessie, thanks for letting me sit here,” she expressed. We chatted a bit over fruit and yogurt parfaits, and we discovered that Jessie lived in South Beach. She was a model and had appeared in a number of fashion magazines. We told her that we were just visiting and didn’t really know our way around South Beach. “Well, why don’t you come with me over to Mansion. It’s a fantastic club over on Washington. Do you like to dance?” Jessie asked. Well, we told her that, yes, we love to dance, and agreed to go with her. Along the way to the club, Jessie confessed to us that she chose us to sit next to because “we were an older couple and she found that more mature couples tend to have more tolerance.” She also said that it was pleasing to see an older couple who still had the hots for each other. We were not sure how to take her compliments, but Mona and I agreed to store them away to discuss at a later point. We got to the club and there was a long line to get in. The doorman was very selective in terms of whom he was letting in. While in terms of looks, we don’t look like stand-ins for a zombie film, we certainly are not members of the “beautiful people” either. “Nope, you two,” the doorman barked, “not tonight.” He was pointing to us. “Tony, darling, these are my friends, be a good boy and let them in and I might have to do you a favor in return . . . a big favor.” Jessie let her hand drop down and trace a path down to his crotch. “Sure, OK, Jessie, I didn’t know they were your friends. Just remember, tell them they don’t serve Geritol in this place.” He laughed and unlatched the chain and let us in. Inside the music was loud and the scene was just wild. People were dancing and their moves were as hot as the music. Mona and Jessie and I started dancing together. The first time Jessie bumped into me, I thought it was an accident, but then she repeatedly slide her body down my body, pressing her breasts hard against my crotch when she reached her downward end. My Mona soon caught on, and I became the meat of a sandwich as Mona slithered down the back of my body while Jessie teased my front. With that amount of rubbing by two sexy women, it didn’t take long for my cock to become rock hard. I thought, please, let the music end before I perform a “wet dance”. My rescue came from an unexpected source. “Jessie, baby, I’m glad you’re finally here,” a young guy in white pants and a dark vest (no shirt), butted in. His lack of clothing on top allowed anyone to marvel at his chiseled chest and ripped six pack. “Plum and Mona, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Armando. Armando, these are my new friends. They’re visiting from New England.” We all talked a bit and danced some more. As we got to know each other some more, we learned that Armando was a fashion designer of some renown. I am sure that I would have been impressed, but the closest I get to designer clothes is LL Bean! Anyway, it got late and Jessie invited us to come to her apartment with her and Armando for a late night drink. Mona and I looked at each other and I instantly recognized the look from Mona. It was “What the hell!” Jessie’s apartment was a modern one-bedroom unit in a renovated Art Deco building a block or so from Ocean Avenue. It had a modern kitchen and a rather large living room with a window that looked out to the turquoise ocean in the distance. As soon as Jessie and Armando sat down on the lush sofa they were all over themselves. Mona and I watched, feeling a bit embarrassed to be witnessing their passion. Jessie must have realized that we were uncomfortable because she looked up and explained, “We like it when people watch us. Please stay.” Mona and I sat back on our sofa and stared as Jessie and Armando sensually took each other’s clothes off. Button by button Mona’s blouse came undone, each one allowing us to see a bit more of her luscious body. Meanwhile, Jessie was slipping Armando’s vest off of his shoulder and then biting his chest as she removed the garment from his body. Jessie’s hands quickly moved to Armando’s pants. She skillfully unfastened the top button and unzipped him. He was, to our surprise, commando. With no underwear to get in the way, Jessie hauled out a tube steak of an uncut cock. In front of our eyes, it expanded and hardened into a fuck tool that a porn star would be proud of. As Armando suavely stepped out of his pants, Jessie undid her pants and wiggled out of them. She reached behind her waist to untie something and I directed my eyes to Mona to ask her about it. I heard Mona gasp even before I saw what caused her reaction. As I turned my gaze down to Jessie’s crotch, I saw the pink flesh of a soft cock flop out of the bonds of the ties that had held it back under her crotch. Jessie was a shemale. Mona and I looked up and down her, from her deliciously swaying breasts to her veiny cock. Neither of us had ever seen a shemale in person, and we were not able to stop from staring. Armando wasted no time in bringing Jessie’s horniness to a boil. He got down on his knees and started to suck and stroke Jessie’s cock. She was soon thrusting her hips back and forth and moaning for him to “do me, do me good.” Armando moved over to an armless chair, sat down, and motioned Jessie over. From the drawer of a near by table, he took out a tube of lubrication and spread some over his cock. Jessie came over to him and straddled him reverse cowgirl style. Just before she settled down onto his thick pole, he greased up her anus. With a loud, guttural groan, Jessie eased herself down onto Armando’s manhood. Mona and I were transfixed by the action going on in front of us. We were shocked and yet we were turned on, too. As she pumped up and down on Armando’s slippery pole, she looked at us. “Come on closer, you two. It makes me so hot to know that you are watching us. Do you think I am naughty? Do I turn you on?” she clearly was getting more and more aroused as she spoke to us. We both crept closer, and as we did so, we could hear the sounds of their cocks coming together and we could smell the scent of man-sweat and sex. “Plum, I am so close, I am sooo oclose, please come over and touch my nipples,” Jessie begged so desperately. I moved in closer and licked her nipple, gently at first, but then soon with making swirls with my pointed tongue. As I increased the pressure, I could hear Jessica moan louder and louder. “Bit me, Plum, bit me harder, yes, yes, Armando, fuck me faster now, please, please.” Mona couldn’t stand to be left out. She too moved in closer. As I looked down, I saw that she was sucking Armando’s balls and licking his cock when his thrusting brought it almost out of Jessie’s hole. Simultaneously, she began to stroke Jessie’s cock. Now the room was filled with a rising duet of moans and groans. I could feel Jessie stiffen and then a creamy wad of cum shot out across the room. At the same time, Armando let out a scream as Mona gently squeezed his balls. His cock shot out of Jessie’s ass and spurts of cum flew out the tip and landed on Jessie’s belly. Mona and I were flushed and breathing heavily as we watched Armando and Jessie untangle themselves. We all hugged and they thanked us for contributing to their erotic coupling. We said our goodnights and returned to our hotel. The images of that encounter played back in our minds as we had a highly intense night of lovemaking when we got into bed. It was our first night in South Beach and it was quite the night.
Verrry Nice Sweetie. Great job.:} Cat
Why is it that a "she male" is so fascinating. I would love to meet one and hopefully get beyond a hand shake!!!!
