I hadn’t prepared myself for what was going to happen, nor even thought that it would ever happen to me. But it happened, to my utter amazement, my utter disbelief, and my utter joy. She was pretty and young, and seemed to have an intense fire burning in her eyes. I had noticed her from afar, but I hadn’t dared to speak to her, or even considered doing so. Perhaps I was too embarrassed, or perhaps just too stupid to think that a girl like her could be interested in me.
She had an attractive figure, a beautiful silhouette, and above all, lovely, firm breasts beneath her sexy little red dress. Her long, sleek, black hair cascaded down the middle of her back, and she wore a vibrant, alluring red lipstick. Her eyes were made up in a very dark style, giving her a slightly mysterious aura. She wore nylon stockings up to her thighs with deep black stiletto heels, giving her a feline look when she walked.
She was my new neighbor, from the door opposite mine, and I knew that sooner or later we would talk because sooner or later we would meet in the tiny vestibule at the top of the steps of the immense staircase that led to our apartments. That day was going to arrive much faster than I had hoped, or at least than I had anticipated.
As I entered the building and went up the stairs, I saw her, dressed in a pretty black dress, still wearing her long stockings and high heels. She seemed flustered and bewildered, and honestly, I had a hard time hiding my embarrassment. This girl unsettled me and attracted me intensely. I asked her if she was okay, and she firmly replied that her lock was jammed and she couldn’t get into her appartment. She seemed really angry, and that made her even more desirable! I nervously burst out laughing as I explained to her that sometimes old buildings could be exasperating, but they also had a certain charm. I knew this could happen from time to time because I often helped out the old lady who lived in that apartment when her lock acted up. I showed her how to open her lock when it jammed and she smiled happily at me, saying a shy thank you.
The next morning, we bumped into each other again in the hallway, and to thank me, she invited me to her place for a drink that evening. I was so stunned that I thought about her all day, making a few blunders at work, my mind elsewhere. The evening finally arrived. Like a perfect gentleman, I had bought flowers and a good bottle of wine, just to make a good impression and not look like a fool if I showed up at her place empty-handed.
She invited me in and offered me a glass of wine. I was still quite embarrassed, but that embarrassment faded as we talked. We chatted about this and that, about things we generally liked, and suddenly the conversation veered into areas that made me a little uncomfortable. She started talking about sex, how she enjoyed it, and especially how she enjoyed giving it. As the evening progressed, with a few drinks under my belt, I felt myself becoming more at ease, perhaps even a little too much so.
Suddenly, she told me that she needed to go freshen up a bit and that she wouldn’t be gone very long. About ten minutes later, she returned to me completely transformed, with a defiant look in her eyes. She had put on a short leather dress, long high-heeled boots, and long leather gloves that reached her shoulders. In her gloved hands, she hold a leather mask with holes for the eyes and mouth and a leather cock ring with metal spikes.
Before I could say anything, she had forced me to my knees, put the mask on me, and attached a leash I hadn’t seen. She ordered me to take off my clothes and obey her, or I would be punished. She attached the ring with the metal spikes to the base of my cock and began to stroke it gently, whispering in my ear that she had told me she loved giving pleasure. After several minutes of intense caresses, she knelt down and began to suck me, first very gently, then more and more furiously, all while caressing my balls with her gloved hands. I didn’t know what to do anymore, I was both terrified and extremely aroused. She dominated me, and deep down, I wanted more and I loved it. Then she stopped sucking me completely. She grabbed the leash as she stood up and made me kneel. She tied my hands behind my back with a strip of satin fabric and said very softly, “now it’s your turn.”
I couldn’t have imagined anything like this, what was happening to me felt like a waking dream. I was in for even more surprises. When she said it was my turn, I was far from thinking about what I should do. She slowly lifted her leather dress, gently lowered a pair of satin panties, and revealed a rather sizable penis. She said louder, “Suck my cock, I know you want to.” And she brought my head close to this enormous member and shoved it into my mouth. My first reaction was to gag, but she stroked my head with her gloved hands, urging me to greedily suck her hard cock. Honestly, there was something inside me that told me I might actually like it after all.
After a few seconds of hesitation, I was sucking her cock fiercely and I loved it. She moaned with pleasure, begging me to suck faster and harder. I even took her big, hard cock all the way down my throat without flinching, and she moaned with ecstasy even louder. Then, she took off her long leather gloves, looking mischievously in my eyes. She took a small bag from a cupboard and an unidentifiable bottle. I quickly knew what was going to happen. The sealed bag contained a pair of pristine white surgical gloves, which she slipped on gently, clicking them, sniffing them softly, and caressing her hands while carefully examining the gloves she had just put on. She began to caress her large, still hard cock, then her balls, and finally she shoved a finger into her anus, screaming and moaning like a possessed woman.
She grabbed me and pushed me face down onto her sofa. She took out the bottle from the cupboard and I immediately understood it was lubricant and that I was in for a very bad time. She poured a generous amount of lubricant onto her gloves and applied it to my anus, inserting her fingers to ensure the passage was well lubricated. Then, she applied some to her penis and began to slowly insert it into me. At first, I screamed, but it was all in my head because it didn’t hurt at all. She gently moved in and out, holding me firmly, then she went harder and deeper. I wasn’t screaming anymore, I was crying out with pleasure. It was intense, and I absolutely loved it.
After a while, she masturbated me with a gloved hand covered in lubricant, going at it very hard while pounding my ass with incredible force. I was about to explode, moaning like a little girl, but I loved what was happening and found it amazing. She was screaming with ecstasy, she was also about to explode, we were in perfect harmony, ready to ejaculate at the same time with a tsunami of intense sensations I had never experienced in my life.
We came shouting in unison, expressing our carnal pleasure and intense ecstasy. She came inside me, I came on her glove, still wet with lubricant. It took me a few hours to recover, and without realizing it, I had just had a whole sexual experience I never would have imagined. We saw each other several times after that, and each time the feelings intensified and the experiences were new for both of us. I had just realized that I wasn’t necessarily heterosexual and that this concept was probably outdated for me.
To be continued…