Victoria & Alex

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Please, read this chapter after reading my story Victoria’s Secrets.

Although this could be read as a standalone story, you may miss the build-up and some references. It is shorter than Victoria’s Secrets and carries a bigger raunchier bang as our friends become lovers.

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Alex’s life returned to some normality after his Valentine’s Day weekend. Romance and desire replaced the shock of his discovery that his closest friend, Mike, had transitioned to a beautiful trans-woman, Vicky.

He returned to work relieved that he hadn’t turned into a cock hungry man-eating predator. Despite fantasising about sucking on ‘Little Mike’ no other males attracted him, relieving him that his desire for cock was for Vicky’s alone.

Over the week, their romance blossomed with repeated texts and long late-night video calls. Alex looked forward to seeing the red ‘V’ display on his buzzing phone to confirm another text from Vicky. Now at work he spent his lunch times sitting in his car, eating his sandwiches and texting with her. Other than that, texts were intermittent and superfluous, like:

< Hi, Home now, off to the gym later, talk tonight. Xxx. >

By Tuesday a few innuendos crept into their texts, which they both enjoyed and continued. Although Alex had to Google her signing messages < xoxo >

On Wednesday morning over breakfast, he dropped a text to her.

< Morning gorgeous, talk later. Norwich. Xx >

Later at work, he felt his pocket buzz, so when next waiting at the coffee machine he checked the message.

< Norwich? V Xxx >

Chuckling to himself, he typed a reply, remembering back when his dad got him into several 60s comedians and TV programs. But only once he was old enough to understand the adult content. Back then he learned to recite ‘Monty Python’, ‘Beyond the Fringe’, and ‘Derek and Clive’ off by heart.

< Nickers Off Ready When I Come Home. xoxo >

That lunchtime when he sat in his car, a message was already waiting for him on his phone.

< Knickers is spelt with a K?? V Xxx >

To save time explaining the comedy sketch and eager to hear her voice, he rang Vicky. They spent the next half an hour chuckling over the innuendo and other silly sketches they loved when they were back in 6th form college.

Friday’s early finish at work couldn’t come early enough for Alex, as the week had dragged like a month of Sundays. He broke a few speed limits in his eagerness to reach the train station to park. Even on the train, they traded excited texts with hints at more fun this weekend than last.

Alex pondered at how lucky he was that she’d spotted him last weekend, despite the crowds of the ski show. He’d also enjoyed the games that followed until she had revealed her true identity and the subsequent revelations about her secrets.

The train journey seemed a lot longer than the scheduled 2 hours for Alex. The void of their lost friendship was now long gone, and he was enjoying being one half of a couple.

Even the following short ride on the London underground was slow.

Alex couldn’t hide his excitement as he rode the lift to Vicky’s apartment. Alex had never had a sexual relationship before and he yearned to explore both his and Vicky’s sexuality further. The lift doors parted, and he stepped out with some trepidation. Vicky’s familiar head popping around her door with her arm beckoned him forward, dispelled any anxiety.

“Trevor, the doorman rang to say you were on your way up. Quick, I’ve missed you.”

She remained half-hidden behind her door as she opened it to let him pass, shutting the door behind him. Alex turned to face her, eager to kiss her but halted, gasping at the vision. Rather than dressed in casual joggers as he expected. She was barefoot, in a red silk, flouncy top and matching red silk, shorts. Before he could say anything, she jumped up to embrace him in a passionate kiss.

Vicky enjoyed how Alex had developed into a sexy kisser, no longer quick pecks on her lips or fraught tongue driving open-mouthed battles.

He would start with a lingering peck on her lips. Then move to a slow, sucking kiss on her either of her lips to repeat on the other, always lingering with each of his last touches of lips. When used, his tongue would almost ask permission for entry, teasing rather than abusing her, always leaving her wanting more.

Alex held her in his arms, enjoying the silk beneath his hands as he ran them up and down her fit body. Discovering that she was braless and beneath her silk shorts commando. His loins stirred with his weeklong desires for her. Alex held her one cheek, squeezing it in an unspoken question about her lack of underwear.

“NORWICH you said… Oh, I’ve missed you. That week just dragged.” She gasped when she finally released her tongue from him, laughing.

Alex giggled, “I missed you too. Thank heavens for video calling.”

“Oh, you’ve had your hair cut and I like the growth,” She exclaimed.

Vicky ruffled his dark hair and scratched his short chin stubble. The dark stubble highlighted against his pale skin.

“Yeah. I got mum to cut it last night. She suggested to shave and to leave it to grow today, thinking you would like it?”

“I do. You’re handsome. Mum knows best!” She chuckled, “I couldn’t really see it in our video call last night.”

“Er, why are you in your pyjamas?”

“It’s a playsuit. Do you like it?”

“Whatever it is, you look gorgeous.”

“Come on, bring your bag into the bedroom. I’ve made space for your clothes and emptied the bedside cabinet on ‘your side’ of the bed. I’ve also cleared space in the bathroom for your toiletries.”

Vicky pulled him across to the bedroom, half dancing and half running. Alex admiring her pert cheeks whilst imagining her penis ‘Little Mike’ dangling free inside her loose silk shorts.

Vicky dragged him to the right-hand side of the bed. The bedside cabinet was open and empty. One of her wardrobes had a door open, showing it was also empty. Alex hefted his large sports bag off his shoulders onto the bed. Unzipping it in her excitement, Vicky unpacked for him. She smiled when she pulled out two ironed and folded collared shirts.

“Don’t worry mum’s work, not mine.”

“I’ll hang those up.” Vicky relished on placing the shirts on hangers, placing them in the open wardrobe. She wanted him to feel welcome and comfortable in her apartment.

Vicky soon followed the shirts by hanging up his spare black jeans. Leaving his spare socks and boxers in his bag, she grabbed his toiletry bag and pulled him to the bathroom, pleased to show him the spare shelf she had cleared for his use. Delving into his bag she found his toothbrush and placed it alongside hers in a cup on her shelf.

Alex knew and accepted her nesting. Even after a week, she still had a subconscious fear of him disappearing in the morning. Back in the bedroom, he moved his bag out of the way, alongside the wall. He grabbed Vicky and pulled her in tight, enjoying the feeling of the silk with her naked body beneath.

“It’s okay. I’m here all weekend,” Alex hoped to reassure her.

“I know, but it’s so exciting. This week could not pass quick enough.”

“I felt the same. It’s lovely to be back here with you in my arms again.” Alex had a week-long drought of Vicky to fill.

“Mmm is that a canoe in your jeans, or are you pleased to see me?” Vicky joked

“Very pleased to see you, but why are you dressed for bed?”

“Well, I have booked a table for 9 pm and after a week without you; I can’t wait any longer… Please can we burn the ‘remain a virgin’ joker card and have sex … Now?”

Vicky kissed him whilst unzipping his fleece and struggling to loosen his clothes. Joined only at their lips, they both fought to relief Alex of his clothes.

“Why the change of heart?” Alex asked as they slurped kisses.

“After two years of lusting after you, then four years apart, to finally spend Saturday night with you, all I could think of on Sunday and all week, is you fucking me…” Vicky said between kisses and struggling to pull Alex’s jeans down.

“I’m glad it wasn’t just me. I thought you were playing more games, prick teasing me during those video calls.”

Alex thought he was going to explode with excitement, as he agreed with Vicky. Sitting like lemons all evening would be unbearable when they both desired each other’s bodies. She was all he could think about all week.

No soon as Alex’s boxers exposed his cock, Vicky had it in her mouth, “Mmmmmmm, Slurrrp.”

Vicky released Alex and pulled him onto the bed. Alex flicked and pulled his jeans, socks and boxers off. Vicky yanked his T-shirt off over his head, both fraught with eagerness to indulge in each other’s bodies.

Alex pulled Vicky on top of him to kiss her again. They both held the kiss as their hands explored each other in a frenzy. Alex found the silk exciting against his skin, feeling it slip and slide over Vicky’s body inside.

Alex felt ‘Little Mike’ pressing into him. He thrust his hand down Vicky’s silk shorts, to grip her stiff shaft and masturbated her.

“Not so hard, Alex…” Vicky exclaimed.

Alex relaxed his grip and calmed his excitement down.

“Mmmm better.”

He rolled Vicky onto her back, sliding her shorts down to expose Vicky’s own canoe. Alex engulfed her smooth shaft in his mouth. While still sucking, Alex rotated around to straddle Vicky’s head with his family jewels dangled over her. Alex felt her kiss his shaft, lick and suck it into her mouth.

“Mmm … Mmm.” Vicky approved of the sixty-ninth position.

Alex enjoyed his enrolment into the sixty-nine club, being able to mirror Vicky’s attention on him, back onto Vicky. Both of them sucking, licking and deep throating each other whilst their bodies writhed together. Soon Alex realised he wouldn’t last long with this onslaught on his senses and desires. He rolled off Vicky to see the disappointment on her face.

“Vicky, I’m sorry but at this rate, I won’t last long and I want this to be more about you,” he apologised.

Alex moved around the bed until he led between her legs and pulled her silk shorts off with his teeth. He worked his way back up kissing her soft legs. Upon arriving at her smooth, hairless crotch, he licked and kissing around her balls, running his tongue up her cock to lick the head like an ice cream cone. He popped her naked head in and out of his mouth, teasing her. Hearing her giggle and feeling her body writhe in pleasure, he licked her cock’s length again.

“Mmmm. Don’t stop this is fucking unbelievable,” Vicky gasped.

Alex stopped teasing and engulfed Vicky in his mouth, ignoring it hitting the back of his throat in his eagerness for her to release into him. Sucking as hard as he could, he saw Vicky squeezing her own breasts and nipples, enjoying the erotic silk against herself.

Alex needed to occupy his hands that were holding her hips, so he slid them round to hold her cheeks.

“Oh … Yes… Yes… Alex…” Vicky pleaded as Alex tasted her pre-cum.

Pulling her cheeks apart, he teased a finger on her back door to find it preloaded with lubricant.

“Haha, I was too excited, so I prepared for anything, short of running down the hall naked.” Vicky giggled.

Alex couldn’t respond as Vicky thrust her hips up to allow him to insert his finger. It seemed easier than last Saturday as he was soon up to his knuckle. Unable to go further, Alex withdrew his finger on the upward stroke of his head. Licking and kissing Vicky’s crown, he teased a second finger to join the first inside her.

“Ooh, yes… Yes… Fuck my pussy… suck my cock, Alex… suck me…” Vicky writhed, enjoying not only her dirty talk but also inclusion of his name.

Alex had done his homework during the week with his friend ‘Private Browsing’ and had read up about anal play and sex. He knew some theory, so now he tried some practical. Curling his fingers, he found her prostate and teased it with stroking fingers.

“Fuuuuck yeeees… Alex, there, just there… in my pussy… Alex… Suck my cock… My sissy cock… Suck me…” She begged in her sexy deeper voice, as she thrust up into his mouth and erupted into Alex.

She knew after last week he would be okay without any warning. He enjoyed swallowing her reward for his efforts. He slipped up her body, sliding his hands up her to slip her silk blouse off over her head.

Her athletic body was still taut in ecstasy as he kissed her. Their arms wrapped around each other as if either were to escape like a wet bar of soap. Alex kissed her neck, working his way down to her nipples. Vicky curled around him, into a tight hug.

“Oh, Alex, you dark horse… My wonderful, lovely, cock sucking Alex… I want you inside me.”

She grabbed his shaft, enjoying its stiffness. Lying on her back, she raised her legs high up, guiding him with her hand to her rear pleasure palace. He felt his tip engage, but looking her in the eyes, he waited for her guidance. This was his first time, never having had sex with anyone before, but glad it was here and now with Vicky beneath him.

“There, a gradual push, no need to rush… Mmm nice and slow,” Vicky instructed.

Alex felt some initial resistance then she relaxed allowing him in. First his head, then crown squeezed into her tight and warm tunnel.

“Yes… a little more, I can feel you stretching me.” Vicky beamed, enjoying giving the running commentary.

Alex continued in as Vicky slid her guiding fingers away. Her legs wrapped around his back with her arms holding his forearms. Alex gradually pushed in then held his entry, testing as it felt tight but wonderful. Judging from Vicky’s face beneath him, she was enjoying it too with her mouth open in anticipation.

“That’s it, just a little at a time… You feel soooo big inside, filling me up… keep going…” Vicky’s eyes shone, and her hips rose to welcome him in.

Alex gradually probed deeper, enjoying this most intimate coupling. Vicky lifted her hips to engulf him fully. They ground their hips together, with them both enjoying Alex’s cock teasing and stretching her. Slowly they worked together as his shaft stroked inside her.

“Oh Alex, my love, you’re so big inside me… You feel wonderful, I feel so full of you.”

Initially, Alex was over-cautious, but Vicky’s hips encouraged him to increase his tempo, nothing drastic but enough for Vicky to moan.

“Ooh… Fuck… Yes… Just there… Oh… Mmm.” Then her face focussed, and she giggled.

“Sorry, Alex.”

“Sorry for what?”

“For this… What’s my name?”

“Vicky.”

“What are you doing?”

“Fucking you.”

“Fucking my pussy. What do you want to do?” She nodded, encouraging him to repeat her words.

“Vicky… I want to fuck your pussy.”

“With What?”

“Vicky… I want to fuck your pussy with my cock.”

Vicky’s face filled with lust, turned on by the mucky talk.

“Fill me with your cock.”

“Vicky… I want to fuck your tight pussy.”

“Make me scream.”

Whilst this shocked Alex, it was working for Vicky. As she thrust her hips faster, her arms pulling at him and her legs pulled him into her hips. Her cock was now dribbling and flicking pre-cum.

“Yeah… Alex Fisher is fucking me… At long last… Fuck me, Alex Fisher.”

Her mouth was now constantly open, moaning, as sweat rolling off her and her boobs floating in time with his thrusts. Alex felt he was not far off, so he moved more upright, his weight on his knees more and held onto her hips.

“Oh, Fuck yeah… There, again… Fuck yeah,” Vicky gasped.

He now stroked hard into her, matching her hips and legs, slapping off her now wet sweaty body.

“My pussy is yours… Fuck my pussy.”

“Scream for my cock.”

“I want your cock… Make me your butt slut.”

Alex found his dirty talk childish, but exciting. He felt his pre-cum spurt with the now familiar warning tingle and wanted her to enjoy it as much. As he felt each eruption, he thrust into her.

“Feel my cock…” Slap.

“In your pussy…” Slap.

“Take my cum…” With his last eruption, he drove as hard and deep as he could into her, grinding her ass.

“Woooweeee… cum inside me… fill me with your hot spunk… fill me… Aaaalleeeex.” Vicky squealed as ropes of cum spurted out of her cock, coiling in the air to land on her chest.

Alex, exhausted and relieved, lowered himself on top of Vicky, to writhe in the mixture of sweat and cum on her body, both gasping for breath. Vicky gave a light gasp as a flaccid ‘Little’ Alex flopped out of her as they kissed. Her body shook and she sobbed.

“I’m sorry… I’ve never let myself go enough to talk dirty before… It was so exciting I got lost into it… I never expected to scream your name out during sex. That was the best sex ever… Alex, I love you… That was perfect for your first time, unbelievable,” She sobbed in pleasure.

“No, no. No more happy tears. Vicky, that was fucking wonderful, watching you… you are beautiful. Your body is fucking wonderful.”

The two lovers cuddled and kissed. Vicky felt a chill so pulled the duvet clear, so they could scoot over and pull it back over them. Alex was ecstatic that for his first-time sex had been so wonderful, although surprised with the sticky mess between their bodies.

As they cuddled, Vicky rolled Alex over to lie on top of him. Alex welcomed the now familiar feel of the tripod of her boobs and ‘Little Mike’ against him. Alex enjoyed this, his lasting memory of last week, having a beautiful body led on him, allowing him to explore with strokes of his fingers and hands. Vicky replied with strokes of her fingers on his chest, sometimes trailing her fingernails along his torso.

After what seemed like hours Vicky broke the silence, “So was it 101 questions from your mum when you got home?”

“Yeah, I wanted to tell her everything, but I wasn’t sure how she would take it. You know, mothers wanting grandkids and all that… So I kept any information to a minimum.”

“I ring my mum every day and she noticed it immediately in my voice Sunday night. I avoided it until Monday when she dragged some info out of me. Unfortunately, I let it drop that I’d met someone from Bristol and she immediately produced your name,” Vicky confessed.

“Ahh, that explains it.”

“What?”

“Well, mum was okay with my explanation until Tuesday when I got back from training. As mum reheated dinner dad disappeared. Whilst I ate mum mentioned she had met your mum for coffee, out of the blue, and that was it. Nothing else, keeping her thoughts to herself. I think she hoped I’d volunteer something, then on Thursday when I asked for a haircut… ”

“I can’t get over that, your mum cuts your hair,” Vicky cut in, chuckling.

“Yeah… my hair is simple, nice and short, just clippers, cheap and cheerful… now shush and listen… Your mum rang her out of the blue for that coffee meet up in the week. Once trapped under the clippers mum asked how you were, until then I hadn’t mentioned your name. She was thoughtful, and listened, admitting they had heard us talking online through the week and I had been more cheerful, saying that she’s pleased that I’m happy.”

“So she is okay?”

“Seems so, if she wasn’t dad would have said something.”

“Sorry, my mum was pleased to hear me sounding more relaxed and cheerful as we chatted. She then asked if it was you that was making me happy.”

“So naturally you exaggerated?”

“Nah, it was a ‘Meh’ moment,” She joked, shrugging her shoulders.

“Cheers, bestie!” Alex responded with sarcasm.

“Haha. No, of course it’s you. They also noticed it at work. They caught me singing whilst making a cup of coffee, whilst on my own in the kitchen. I hope you don’t mind… ”

“I don’t remember your singing being that bad?”

“Tut, No… My boss asked if I had a new partner on the horizon. She’s lovely and has been very supportive, so I couldn’t lie or avoid the question. Well, she’s invited us to join a few others from work for dinner at her house tomorrow night. I hope you don’t mind?” Vicky asked, still playing it cautious with Alex.

“No, that’s fine, if she’s lovely? And it will save me a second restaurant bill,” Alex laughed, feeling a playful punch from Vicky.

“We’ll book a taxi or Uber as she lives too long a walk from the nearest underground station. Nothing against the shirts you’ve brought, but tomorrow we must look at something more upmarket.”

“Haha, my scarecrow clothes aren’t good enough?”

“You know what I mean. Er.. and maybe a jacket or coat. I love your fleece but…” Vicky trailed off, embarrassed at sounding belittling of his supermarket clothes.

“Okay, it’s all right, Vicky. Honest, it will be nice shopping with you. It is about time I had something that wasn’t from the supermarket. Isn’t that what couples do?”

“Are you sure?”

Vicky was pleased at Alex’s response and was now looking forward to tomorrow.

“Yes. I can’t be a country bumpkin all my life. You can continue to drag me up out of the mire.” Alex teased and tickled her to let her know it was okay, getting her to omit a lovely giggle.

Alex realised he was thirsty.

“Cup of tea?”

“Pleeeeeaaaase,” Vicky pleaded, rolling off him.

He kissed Vicky, who held lightly onto him as he slipped out of bed.

“I’ll be here waiting for you,” Vicky teased as Alex pulled boxers on and disappeared to make the tea.

Not much later the two lovers sat in bed, with mugs of tea in hand, chatting like any couple. Chatting about anything and everything, in fact, most of what they had already talked about in texts and video calls that week.

“We’ve loads of time, fancy a shower?” Vicky asked. Alex leapt out of bed, having never having showered with anyone else before. He didn’t think showering with 15 other rugby teammates counted. He pulled Vicky out of bed, laughing in his eagerness. Vicky skipped along behind with her assets bouncing, ecstatic that her weekend was going even better than planned.

Her shower was a large double shower tray with glass shower screens, with a large overhead rainwater head. Vicky fiddled with the control and tested the water. Once happy with the temperature, she pulled Alex with her under the water streaming down.

They explored each other’s form and shape, whilst soaping each other up with shower gel, their contact lubricated by soap suds. ‘Little Alex’ and ‘Little Mike’ brushed past each other in a haphazard sword fight, whilst Vicky’s chest pressed against Alex. Vicky stroked his cheeks behind him, pulling him to her.

Alex brought their shafts together, holding them like a double-barrelled shotgun, stroking them together with the soapy lubricant.

“Mmmm,” Vicky concurred. Her hands pulled his cheeks apart, and a finger sought his back door. Alex felt the soft touch and whilst unsure, trusting his lover, he found it erotic. She teased her finger around the tender flesh surrounding his muscle, soaping her finger to lubricate her caresses. Seeing Alex comfortable with her caresses, she teased, pressing onto her target but trailed her finger away across his cheek without entering.

Vicky held his powerful shoulders to kiss him with the water running between their faces. She rotated around to face the wall, arching her back playfully rubbing her wet, soapy buttocks on Alex. His shaft ran up and down her cheek crevice as Alex responded with his own teasing. She stepped her feet up onto the raised sides of the shower tray to improve her height. A hand came around behind her to guide Alex’s shaft down.

Alex stooped, realising her aim as she guided his tip to a warm spot. She wiggled her bum and pushed back onto Alex. Once again Alex felt his cock’s head squash as it eased into her, feeling her stretch and gasp as his crown broached into her. Vicky removed her guiding hand, placing both her hands on the wall opposite, to arch her back further as Alex slipped deeper inside.

“Mmmmm soo niiice Alex… Nice and slow.” Vicky purred.

This time there was no frantic competition to win each other over as they slowly slipped in and out together, in a more loving, tender coupling. Alex gripped her hips enjoying seeing her look over her shoulder watching him, as the water streaked soap down her. The lovers revelled in their coupling, bringing physicality to their friendship.

Alex ran his hands up Vicky’s side abs to cover and fondle her soft, soapy breasts, pulling Vicky upright off the wall. Her hands, now free, came over her head to ruffle his short hair either side of his head whilst she arched her back further.

This time neither spoke, enjoying the cleansing nature of water running over their coupling. Slowly their tempo rose, with both feeling their sexual energies running through the few points of contact. Alex’s cock, deep inside Vicky felt Vicky’s muscles tightened around it.

Alex slipped one hand down to stroke Vicky’s rigid shaft in time with his thrusts. Vicky bathed in an impaled sandwich, writhing her body on Alex’s cock deep inside her ass, whilst he masturbated her. He pulled her tight into him with his other hand over her breasts and Vicky responding with rearward thrusts of her rump.

“MMm… Mmmm… MMm… Yesss… Niiice…” Vicky whispered, writhing and twisting on Alex’s body.

Without warning Vicky’s cock spasmed in Alex’s hand, releasing a jet of cum, streaming through the water droplets, to hit the wall.

Alex felt her muscles tighten around him inside her, as she jerked her hips in the throes of climax. The passion of Vicky’s climax caused Alex to explode inside her, thrusting deep within her. His hand on her cock released to grip her waist, and both arms pulled her in tight to him.

Impaled on his cock and held in the air by his powerful arms, Vicky’s feet floated inches above the shower tray, as she moaned in pleasure. As their heat dissipated and Alex deflated, he lowered Vicky for her to stand once more. Slipping out of her, she turned to kiss him with tears streaming down her face in ecstasy.

Eventually, Vicky found her voice.

“Oh, Alex, that was beautiful. You’re so gentle and powerful. What is a girl to do?”

She nuzzled his chest lovingly.

“That was special, you lovely thing… But it’s your fault, forcing me to shower with a sexy trans-woman as beautiful as you. How could I resist you? You gorgeous siren.”

Alex kissed her as they giggled and hugged in the warm flow of water.

The two finally soaped each other up and washed, enjoying the closeness after sex. Alex was about to duplicate his hair washing routine on Vicky when she screamed.

“Stop! I can guess what you are about to do. My hair will take a month of Sundays to untangle.”

“Oops. Maybe I can get mum to give you one of my stylish hair cuts when you come to stay?”

“What? You’ve not promised anything, have you?”

“Well, no. But it is only a matter of time. Especially as she knows your mum still lives in Bristol.”

“It’s too late, my mum’s already been hinting. Rich is back home after dropping out of university, and she was hinting of us having a family Sunday lunch together soon. But I don’t think I am ready yet.”

“What, to bring your boyfriend home?”

“No, you know what I mean. Too many unspoken questions. I only go home at Christmas because it gets awkward.”

“I thought your mum supported you?”

“She does. It’s Rich, he says he is cool about it but I know he isn’t. So I have to dress down when I want to dress up.”

“Phew. Well, at least I won’t get embarrassing questions about me getting you knocked up from your dad!”

“Haha… Dad’s already asked if we wanted to go for Sunday lunch here, but it could still be too early for any of us.”

Vicky showed him how to wash her long straight hair, enjoying his careful attention to her. They were soon out and drying each other with towels. Alex dressed in his best black jeans and one of his blue striped collared shirts made another round of tea. Taking a mug into Vicky as she dried her hair, once again enjoying watching her preparations.

“No rush, we’ve still got a couple of hours yet,” Alex suggested.

“Errr. I forgot to say. Um… on Wednesday I didn’t go to the gym, I went to my transgender support group. I’ve not been in ages, it’s like an AA meeting and I felt more confident to share my good news this week… They were all pleased to hear my news, pleased for us both. Well, quite a few hang out at the wine bar I like and they asked if we could call in. So they could see my ‘tall dark stranger’, I hope you don’t mind?”

“So they all know about Last week?” Alex became nervous about anyone knowing he sucked Vicky’s cock. Not that he felt ashamed, he felt it was very personal, between them as lovers, for pillow talk, not gossip.

“No. I only explained how we met, how I had a crush on you at school and that you stayed the night. No details, it’s ok, nothing leaves the room. I know far more about them for them to blab, they’re a lovely group, you’ll like them, honest.”

“Ok, only for you,” Alex tried to sound more confident than he was.

“Thanks.” Vicky smiled and continued to prepare herself.

Alex excused himself and went into the lounge to channel surf, allowing Vicky some privacy to change.

…

“Okay, I’m ready,” Vicky announced.

Alex stood to appreciate her. She stood in heels wearing an electric blue figure, hugging dress, covering her shoulders and knees, perfect for a romantic dinner. Seeing the smooth front to her dress, Alex realised ‘Little Mike’ was tucked away.

“You’re gorgeous,” Alex gasped.

“Come on, we need to get going, or we’ll not have time,” Vicky encouraged Alex to get a move on.

Soon they were in their coats and walking arm in arm along a busy high street with restaurants and bars, like any couple. They reached a bar and Vicky guided them in, smiling at the security on the door. They handed their coats into the cloakroom and entered the bar.

It was a typical wine bar style set up with timber-clad walls and floor, with bar stools and tall tables. Thankfully, the music was loud enough to enjoy, but you could still hear your partner without shouting. Whilst it was busy, Vicky steered them over to a group of her friends that were standing at tables close to the bar.

Alex was nervous as Vicky introduced him to each of her friends, but he needn’t have worried, as they were all happy to meet Vicky’s new partner. A flood of names flowed passed his ears as they all asked the obvious questions about how they’d met, ‘had they gone out together at school?’ and ‘why not’s?’

He soon felt relaxed, except for one of her friend’s who introduced himself as “Pete, but sometimes Sally.” He had a slim build and a ponytail. Vicky went with some friend’s to the bar, leaving Alex and Pete on their own. Pete asked the usual questions any new friend would ask, `what was his job?’, ‘how long is he was staying with Vicky?’ etc…

Whilst all innocent enough, the longer he chatted with him, the more he made Alex uncomfortable. Initially, he leaned in close to him, and then moved closer, invading his personal space. As they talked more, he started touching and stroking Alex’s hands. The final straw came when his hand drifted to Alex’s one bum cheek. Alex took a step back to open up some personal space.

“Pete, please. I am not comfortable with all this touchy-feely invasion of my personal space. You’re a good friend of Vicky’s and seem a nice guy. Can we leave it at that?”

“Oh, Alex. We’re all boys together. Vicky need not know. You can meet me in the gents. A big tall athletic boy like you must have something nice hidden inside his jeans?”

Pete smiled with hunger in his eyes, glancing down to Alex’s crotch.

Alex reared up, shocked.

“Pete, I’m not like that. I’m with Vicky.”

Alex had been in enough rugby tackles to know how to deal with Pete’s now wandering hand.

“Alex, I give great head. All it takes is 2 minutes or if the stalls are empty, you can abuse me, I have protection.”

Pete’s hand wandered closer again.

“No Pete, if that hand touches me I’ll break your fingers. Look I’m not interested.”

Pete moved closer but avoided any contact.

“Vicky won’t know. Or you can meet Sally later? I don’t mind dressing up.”

Pete licked his lips, but rather than looking provocative, he looked ridiculous.

“No, Pete. Look, I’m with Vicky.”

“Oh, come on… Vicky may enjoy a Ménage à trois?… I fancy a good pig roasting.”

“No.”

Alex was wondering how rough the bouncers on the door would get if he floored the guy. His muscles were now gearing up, adrenaline pumped around him preparing ‘to fight or flight’.

“Why not?”

“Because, I’m not interested in you.”

“Oh, come on, it’s only one blow job or one fuck?”

“No, you are pissing me off now, let it go.”

Alex’s fists clenched ready. He searched to prepare an exit route. He couldn’t see Vicky so he couldn’t walk away to leave her on her own.

“Why are you so defensive, she’s only another trans?”

“How dare you? You can’t know her saying that… You’d best fuck off.”

Alex stepped back, hunting for Vicky to whisk her away before he did something he would regret.

“No, I like a big feisty boy like you, in my mouth or my pussy.”

“Fuck off.”

Alex was now panicking. He’d been in a few ugly bar fights with carious rugby clubs and he didn’t want to turn Vicky’s favourite bar into a boxing ring. He had already tagged any potential support Pete may have, preparing to defend any approach from them.

“Why not? You may enjoy it, using and abusing me on the side as you like? She needn’t know. I can be your forbidden fruit if you like?”

Pete had now backed off enough to give Alex space, helping bring him off the boil.

“Because I care for her, she is special to me. So Pete Fuck off.”

With a gap between them, Alex was now more frustrated and defensive rather than angry. His voice was rising above the music.

“Why would you care for her, she’s only another trans?”

Pete stepped further back out of arm’s reach.

“Because I love Vicky, that’s why. Vicky’s not just another trans,” Alex blurted out.

Pete stepped further back, his face changed to a smug smile, like a cat that had got the cream.

Pete couldn’t have timed it better as Vicky appeared at Alex’s shoulder, concerned at the raised voices. She passed Alex a bottle of French cider.

“Err… What are you saying about me?” She asked Alex.

“Tell her, Alex, tell her what you told me,” Pete said.

Pete was dying to tell Vicky himself, but knew it was best coming from Alex.

“Ahem. Nothing.”

Alex tried to brush it off. His face now flushed, but his adrenaline now winding down as there was no longer any threat.

“I heard my name. Half the bar heard you say my name. Alex?”

Vicky’s blood was now rising, fearful of old conspiracies replaying.

“Tell her Alex,” Pete was now pleading with Alex, who now realised Pete’s ruse.

“Yes. Tell me Alex?”

Vicky was now stern and all her friends were looking on, waiting for the answer.

“I said…” Alex mumbled, “I told Pete…”

“Well, what? What did you ‘Tell Pete’… Alex?”

Vicky was now defensive, her friends were all witnesses to her demise, and she was furious. She had built him up and now he was saying things about her, to a close friend…

“I told Pete that…”

Alex had never said this to anyone, and now he had an audience. His throat dried, and he was considering the flight option.

“Tell her Alex… As you told me… Don’t leave it to me to tell her… Because I will…”

Pete threatened from a safe distance.

“No, you won’t you duplicitous fucker…”

Alex pointed aggressively at Pete to warn him off, then turned to Vicky.

“Vicky… I love you. That’s what I told him… I love you,” Alex blurted out.

The dozen people around them all screamed and shouted for joy, clapping. Pete jumped up and down, clapping. Vicky whilst momentarily stunned, grabbed his drink, placed it on the table and embraced him.

“I love you too,” Vicky told him as they laughed, hugging and kissing.

Alex was now relaxing, realising relieved it had been all a ruse, laughing with relief at the outcome, seeing Pete mouth ‘Sorry’ as he drifted into the background, giving Alex space and to be sure he was out of arm’s reach.

Vicky’s other friends came in close to support Vicky and full of praise for Alex.

Some good-natured banter came out, which helped tone down Alex’s blood pressure further.

“Oh, it’s about time she found herself a real man… “

“She’s too lovely to sit on a shelf…”

“So tall, dark and handsome…”

“We thought she was fantasising… It all sounded all too good to be true…”

“Where’s Vicky been hiding you…?”

“She was so full of beans last Wednesday…”

“it’s no wonder she was so excited…”

Her friends were all pleased for her and keen to know more about Alex. He realised then that this weekend he was Vicky’s eye-candy. A few times in the crowd Alex had his bum squeezed to hear giggles and saw Vicky smiling being in on the joke. Pete returned, but this time with another man on his arm, sporting a thick moustache.

“Sorry Alex, I hope you can forgive me? This is Jose, my partner… I’ve been Vicky’s friend ever since she first came to London and I’ve seen her driven through the mangle by a few partners. You seem to be genuine and I am pleased for you both. Although you showed great restraint, Jose was ready to jump to my rescue… Weren’t you Jose?”

“No, can you see his arms? Alex, I wouldn’t want to meet you down a dark alley. You looked so fierce when Pete was tweaking your buttons at the end… And Alex’s taller than me… You were on your own there, Pete!” Jose joked, with a hint of a Spanish accent.

Vicky came in close to introduce one of her girlfriends, “Alex this Sarah, we met at college and like Pete she’s been a rock over the last four years. But she has strict instructions not to steal you away from me!”

The two women laughed and Sarah cut in, “Don’t listen to her. She’s such a tart. But she won’t kiss and tell. Are you as good in bed as you look?”

Vicky squealed and the two girls laughed, gripping each other, especially when they saw Alex squirm with embarrassment.

“Well, I’m not the kiss and tell kind of guy,” Alex responded. Not too sure of the best response.

“You’ll be no good to me when Vicky dumps you, after sucking you dry, leaving you all withered and weak. You’ll need those muscles to satisfy my girl Vicky,” Sarah joked, as she mimicked her cheeks sucking in, whilst winking.

Vicky squealed a laugh, hugging Sarah, “You’re the tart. Can you hear yourself? Alex, pay her no heed. She’s more Garfield than sex kitten!”

The two hugged as they laughed, to only laugh louder when they saw Alex looking fearful of them. Lots of small talk followed with various people in the crowd. Then Vicky appeared on Alex’s arm.

“Alex, we’ve only ten minutes before our table booking, the restaurant is almost next door, so we’ve time.”

The couple ran the gauntlet of all Vicky’s friends, wishing them well and giving Vicky hugs with lots of whispers of approval. They retrieved their coats and walked out into the chilly night air. The couple only had to walk two doors down and enter the warm, busy restaurant. A server met them at the lectern standing inside the entrance.

“We have a table for two booked, under Alex Fisher?” Vicky explained, and the server walked them through the narrow dining room. From its narrow width and length, the restaurant had once been a shop. It had small booths on either long wall with larger family tables running along its centre. It was very Mediterranean, with vines hanging from the roof and dark wooden furniture.

The server led them to a table set for two, in the quieter rear of the restaurant. The table had the obligatory candle burning in a wax dripped brown wine bottle and also a few red roses in a vase.

“Your, post-Valentine table monsieur, can I take your coats?” The server asked in a thick fake French accent.

“Er. Post Valentine’s day?” Alex asked.

“Yes, with Valentine’s Day being so popular, we run the option for this weekend,”

He confirmed as he took their coats.

Vicky grinned as Alex pulled Vicky’s chair back for her and guided her in before he sat opposite.

“Perfect for a post-Valentine’s Day meal, very nice madam,” Alex thanked Vicky, as they picked up their menus to glance through them.

Vicky apologised, “I hope they weren’t too much for you back in the wine bar? I’m sorry Pete got overprotective. He’s never done that before. He’s part of my Wednesday support group, so he must have been thinking that up for days.”

“No, that’s ok. Maybe it was overdue.”

“What? You use that four-lettered ‘L’ word?” Vicky laughed.

“Yes. All last week I had time to think over the last four years and how much I missed you. I found I was always on tenterhooks waiting for your texts and calls, then not wanting them to end.”

“Oh, that is so sweet, thanks. To be honest, I was the same.”

A waitress arrived with a half bottle of champagne and offered a sample for Alex to taste.

Thinking these were drinks meant for another table, Alex spoke up, “I’m sorry, we’ve not ordered any drinks.”

“Non-monsieur, it is for you, I took the phone call. Your mother booked it with the table booking on the phone,” She explained.

Alex sat back, shocked. This was nothing to do with his mother. Vicky screamed with laughter.

“That wasn’t his mother! I booked it… Haha, I was whispering because I was phoning from work…”

Vicky explained in giggles with Alex also laughing, relieved his mother wasn’t involved.

The waitress looked horrified at such a Faux pas and tried to apologise. As Alex sipped his sample flute and motioned, it was fine. Not that he would know the difference. As the waitress poured a shocked-looking Vicky into her flute of champagne, Alex tried to rescue the situation.

“Honest Vicky, you don’t sound like my mother when you whisper!”

“I bloody hope not!”

The embarrassed waitress hurriedly left, blushing. With their flutes now filled, Vicky and Alex chinked their glasses in a toast.

“To our second Valentine’s date,” Vicky toasted.

“Our second Valentine’s date, six years in waiting, no one can accuse me of being pushy,” Alex responded.

They continued their laughter and conversation like any loving couple enjoying each other’s company. After the champagne, they ordered some more wine for Vicky and cider for Alex. The meals came promptly, cooked to perfection, and more drink flowed. As the evening wore on the restaurant emptied and soon, they were very much isolated from other diners as tables around them vacated.

“Alex, sorry about earlier this evening. I originally wanted us to just sit and talk when you first arrived. But once I got home from work, I’d missed you so much and I felt so horny. Before I knew it, my plans were out the window and I was trying to decide whether to wear lingerie or nothing at all. I thought a naked me may frighten you, so I went for something easy to rip off. The silk against my skin made things worse. I don’t know what you would have found if anything had delayed your train.”

Alex laughed at the image, “No, I quite enjoyed being ravaged. That was my plan all along. Play it cool, tease you into submission, then sit back and be ravaged.”

“Alex, you were fabulous, both in bed and the shower. I’m sorry about my dirty talk, I’ve never done that before,” She held her glass up to toast Alex. “I salute Little Alex, he’s made a girl very happy.”

Alex raised his glass in return, “Vicky, you’ve made me very happy too. This week dragged and dragged. Next time don’t make me wait six years. I meant what I said in the bar, it took a week and you ravaging me but I do love you.”

Soon they had finished eating and requested the bill. Checking the bill, Vicky, ever the bookkeeper, asked the waitress about some drinks crossed out.

“I’m sorry, madam; drinks were complimentary because of our slight oversight and your embarrassment.”

Alex burst out laughing, “Thanks mum!”

A waiter arrived with their coats and they walked out into the chilly late night air. Walking past the wine bar, they looked through the windows.

“Did you want to go inside?” Alex asked Vicky, hugging her close.

“No, they’ve had their fun, let’s go home and have some of our own.”

They were glad to be back in Vicky’s warm apartment. Coats off and hung up, they started kissing as they walked across the room.

“That was a lovely meal. Great choice of restaurant, thank you, but I’m still stuffed. Do you mind if we sit and watch some late-night TV to let dinner go down?” Alex asked.

“Phew, thanks, I was thinking the same, do you fancy a drink?”

“No, no more drink, but I’d love a cup of tea?”

“Haha, you old man, did you bring your slippers?”

“Says my mother! You know I won’t let you forget that one?”

“Yeah, I know.”

Vicky busied herself sorting mugs of tea out. Alex sat with his legs up on the short leg of the ‘L’ of the sofa, searching channels for a film. Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, Vicky slipped into the bedroom to return in a bathrobe.

“I hope you don’t mind, it will be more comfortable?”

“No, come on and sit down.”

Alex patted the sofa between his legs as an invitation. Soon two mugs of tea sat on the coffee table. Vicky settled between Alex’s legs to lie back on him. They snuggling in each other’s warmth and watched the film. Both still feeling bloated from their late meal.

The film was the older ‘Batman Returns’, with Michelle Pfeiffer as cat woman.

“Ooo Michelle Pfeiffer is sexy in this, both before and after as Catwoman,” Vicky whispered, shocking Alex slightly.

“Mmmmm, I like her as Catwoman, that costume is sexy.”

They sat watching the first part of the film. Later Michelle Pfeiffer as Selina sews her rubber catsuit Vicky could feel a bulge growing behind her. Watching the first appearance of Catwoman in her suit, they both enjoyed her shiny, black figure-hugging shape, exaggerate her body’s movements. ‘Little Alex’ had grown to poke Vicky in her back as Alex tried to reposition himself to hide his excitement.

After a while, Vicky finished her drink, “Alex, you stay and watch TV, I’ll remove this makeup and sort out a few things. I’ll be back,” She kissed him and got up to disappear into her bedroom.

Alex was happy to give her some space as she still needs some privacy. As the film ran on, Alex’s emptied his mug of tea, and his dinner settled. His mind was drifting towards Vicky. She had been ages, and he hoped she hadn’t dropped off to sleep, as it was now early Saturday morning.

Alex was thinking about going to find her, rather than waiting for her to return when he heard the bedroom door open. He heard a swish and a slap of something striking a surface.

He turned and gasped, “Fucking hell Vicky!”

Alex slipped off the sofa onto the floor in shock. Vicky stood there as his very own, black latex-clad, Catwoman. She wore latex leggings that stretched like a second skin to cover her legs, feet and a bulging ‘Little Mike’.

A similar tight-fitting latex crop top covered her shoulders with holes allowing her pink nipples to peek through. A latex waist clincher exaggerating her cleavage and her hands had elbow length latex gloves on. In one hand was a long black riding crop with a leather flap on its end. Her hair was tied back, and she wore black velvet cat’s ears taken from a joke Halloween costume.

“You approve?” Cat-Vicky asked seductively in her low sexy husky voice.

Alex struggled to not just get up but also find his voice, “Vicky, you’re as sexy as fuck, stunning.”

“My ex used to make me wear this, amongst other things. I never found it a turn on, as she used to get brutal to get off,” She admitted looking ashamed. “I was going to throw it all out.”

Cat-Vicky continued with excitement, “Watching the film I realised how excited we both were with Catwoman’s outfit. With you being so wonderful and gentle with me earlier, I thought that I could be your very own Catwoman.”

Alex walked towards her, but before he could reach her, she held the riding crop out, forcing him to keep his distance.

“Oh no, this doesn’t come for free, Jeans & T-shirt doesn’t work for me… Strip.”

Alex tore his clothes off to stand naked before her. ‘Little Alex’ standing to attention as Cat-Vicky seductively tapped him with the crop making him bounce.

“You may enter my boudoir,” She purred, walking backwards into the bedroom, keeping Alex at crop’s length away.

A black, shiny PVC sheet had replaced the cotton bed sheet with black silk pillows. A pair of latex cycling shorts lay on the bed with a bottle of liquid. The duvet lay folded up on the floor next to the bed.

“This doesn’t come for free. Put the shorts on, although you will need to use the lubricant,” She said pointing at the shorts.

Cat-Vicky was jubilant as she watched Alex pick up the shorts and try to establish which of the four holes were for his legs, to then look puzzled at her. She took over, dripping the liquid on the shorts, shuffling the shorts to spread it around the inside. Then stooping down, she held each leg open for him to step into. Pulling the shorts up, Alex realised, the extra holes were for ease of access front and back.

Alex stood in the shorts with his naked shaft rigid and erect, tantalising her. But Cat-Vicky wanted to save him for later. She picked up the crop, tapped Alex’s hip, walking around him to flick it onto his exposed rear. Alex found her playful flicks of the crop didn’t hurt, but excited him, especially when he saw her cheeks exposed through the rear of her latex leggings. He reached out to squeeze her, but the crop slapped his wrist.

Cat-Vicky then seductively crawled across the PVC on the bed to lie on her back, head on the pillows and her legs spread. Between her legs a cock shaped profile stretched through her leggings, aching for release.

“You have a toll to pay Alex. Little Mike misses your warm, wet mouth. Suck him, pleasure him and let him reward you.”

Alex loved this kinky side to Vicky. Judging from what she said about her ex, this was unique for him only. Like her talking dirty earlier. Alex wanted to satisfy her desires and do her bidding. He crawled up the bed between her legs, pushing to widen her legs, enjoying seeing the latex stretch around her. He stroked the latex, loving the feel of her second skin.

Once at his destination, he saw that the seam running up from her crotch was, in fact, a tiny zip. Looking up at Vicky he licked the latex bulge and then covering his teeth with his lips he bit her shaft. Cat-Vicky gasped, nodding approval, so he nibbled a few times, focusing on the head of her shaft.

His hands ventured down to between her legs to find the tiny zip and peeled it up until her shaft burst forth from its captive latex wrapping. Alex couldn’t wait but immediately engulfed its head and crown, sucking, licking and teasing it. His hands sought her rear to once more find it pre-lubricated. After a short tease, his finger slipped in, to a gasp of pleasure from Cat-Vicky.

“Suck my cock slave… Pleasure my pussy.” Cat-Vicky pleaded as she tapped his bare cheeks with her riding crop.

Alex was now more proficient and enjoying having her in his mouth, sliding up and down her shaft. He knew a solo finger needed a friend, so he slipped a second finger into her pussy.

“Ooooo, Yessss… Suck my cock… Pleasure your lover… my cock and pussy, are yours to please… Mmmm,” Cat-Vicky purred.

Alex was now sucking deep onto Cat-Vicky, enjoying her taste as she seeped pre-cum. Alex felt light-headed with excitement as he drank in the latex odour whilst his fingers enjoyed the tightness of her pussy. He enjoyed this latex fetish cosplay even with her playful riding crop slaps on his cheeks, relieved that this wasn’t like any nasty BDSM sessions he avoided on porn web sites.

Cat-Vicky was now writhing and raising her hips into Alex’s mouth. He now knew where to stroke her inside, and he knew how to catch the timing right. He Sped up until Cat-Vicky spasmed her volcanic eruption into his mouth, twisting her hips to thrust again. Alex felt himself almost cum in the excitement of swallowing the reward of his efforts. He slipped his fingers from Cat-Vicky as she deflated, slipping out of his mouth.

Cat-Vicky was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath, bathed in sweat. Her small breasts swelling and squeezing through her crop top’s stretched nipple holes. Her nipples standing like hilltop monuments.

“I was uncertain, thinking this could be a kink too far, but that was beyond anything I could have dreamed of,” Vicky gasped.

Alex wormed his way up her, sucking and licking her nipples, causing her to wriggle and squirm in pleasure.

“Oooh they’re so sensitive,” She giggled, spanking his bare backside with her hand.

Alex wormed up to embrace her and hold her tight, rolling her over on top of him.

Cat-Vicky caught her breath and her hand drifted down to ‘Little Alex’, standing to attention, screaming for satisfaction. She kneeled up on the bed, smiling down at Alex beneath her, with hunger in her eyes, tapping her riding crop over his shoulders, and stroking it across his chest.

She reached over to her bedside cabinet to squirt some lube into the latex palm of one of her hands and smoothly slather Alex’s cock with lube. Cat-Vicky rose to straddle his hips, guiding his shaft to her rear target.

Alex held his breath in anticipation, watching her settle onto him. As they engaged together, he felt Cat-Vicky squeeze him as he stretched her. She settled above him with them coupled in mid-air, gently rocking. Alex caressed her thighs and hips, enjoying the teasing, with tight and warm Cat-Vicky perched on the end of his shaft.

Grinning down at him, she slowly lowered herself to engulf him. Alex sucked in his breath as his shaft submerged inside Cat-Vicky. He held her hips as they both ground against each other, enjoying having her impaled on his shaft deep inside her.

Alex moved his hands up to fondle her breasts, trapped under the stretched latex. His thumbs teased her nipples, running ripples of pleasure through her sensitive chest. Cat-Vicky started rocking back and forth on Alex, arching her back. Her eyes rolled under her fluttering eyelids at the onslaught of pleasure running through her body.

To stop herself from falling backwards, Cat-Vicky placed her hands behind her onto Alex’s ankles and keeping her arms straight, leaned back. Alex could feel the change deep inside her. She could now lift herself off him and return to land on his crotch with ease.

“Mmmmm, So nice,” Cat-Vicky purred

“You should see it from my point of view. You’re exquisite, my wonderful black, shiny, rubber cat.”

Alex tweaked her nipples again, enjoying watching her face reflect her excitement. Her pussy gripped him and pulled at him as she rose once more, to release and drop herself once more onto him. As she cycled her hips up and down, Alex watched her erect flag pole wave up and down, calling to him for attention. He moved one hand from her chest to hold her pole. He started stroking it in unison with Cat-Vicky’s hip rising and tweaking her nipples.

“Oh, yes… Alex, this is fucking wonderful… and I’m in control.”

Cat-Vicky dropped on him and upped her tempo.

“Oooh, you’re so deep inside me… Omph… Omph.”

Cat-Vicky bounced up and down Alex, gripping and relaxing her muscles. Alex gripped and stroked her, all to the sound-track of her peachy cheeks landing on his crotch.

‘Slap… Slap… Slap…’

Cat-Vicky’s eyes were closed, as she was deep in her pleasure zone that was building to a seismic crescendo. She soaked up the pleasures pouring into her body with her senses focussed on the shaft thrusting deep inside her, as her cheeks slapped onto her lover. Alex flicking her nipple sent sharp needles of pleasurable pain through her, whilst her lover masturbated her.

She was now pounding her pussy onto Alex, giving him a sight neither his wildest imagination nor porn site could ever supply. The waist clincher and latex crop top gripped her body, restricting any movement of her breasts, giving Alex an image of a CGI avatar having her wicked way with him. Her athletic, black, clad body flexed and moved as the bedroom lights shone off the latex. The reflected lights stressing her beautifully sculpted body as she moved.

Alex soaking up the imagery before him with Cat-Vicky’s muscle gripping his shaft was all too much. He felt that familiar powerful surge up through him, to burst inside her. As Alex’s warm seed flooded into her, Cat-Vicky spasmed in ecstasy, grinding herself deep onto him.

His hand felt a shock run through Vicky’s stiff shaft and saw a thin rope of cum spin across to land in his mouth and along his body. A second followed soon after that Alex could aim, catching most in his open mouth, licking his lips to swallow his meagre catch.

Cat-Vicky sat upright on Alex, gasping for air, laughing with joy, throwing her arms in triumph into the air.

“Woooweee, Alex, your cock is like a magic wand.”

Cat-Vicky looked down at Alex, still panting, grinding her hips into him.

“I’ve never felt this level of satisfaction until sex with you Alex. Every time is a new revelation for my body.”

She unfastened the clincher, throwing it to one side. She tried to slide her crop top over her head, but Alex had to help her peel it off, as it was too tight, releasing her boobs to bounce once more.

She slipped off Alex to unzip her leggings and peeled them off. With Cat-Vicky now gone, Vicky stood there naked, with her body glistening in sweat and latex lubricant. She pulled Alex’s shorts off and slid up him to kiss his sweaty body. They both writhed, cuddling and kissing, whilst sliding around, laughing like mud wrestlers on the PVC sheet.

After a while they finally calmed in a spot, holding each other, kissing each other’s nearest body parts.

“I’m sorry I have to rinse the latex through rather than leave them until morning. They cost way too much not to take care of them, especially now I know you like them,” Vicky explained.

“I thought they were your ex’s?”

“No, she insisted that as I wore them, I had to pay for them. She told me what she wanted me to wear and what she wanted to abuse me with. I’ve thrown the painful things away. She was manipulative and in the end dangerous, physically and mentally toxic. I don’t want to talk about it,” Vicky’s eye’s reflected pain and injury.

“That’s why I’m enjoying you so much, Alex. You’re wonderful, honest and gentle with me. In that cafe last week, I wanted to hug and kiss you all over when I realised you hadn’t changed. I’d missed you that much,” Vicky blushed with her admission.

“I’ve met no one like you, Vicky. I’ll always be honest with you. If I ever step over some line in the sand, please let me know and I’ll step back. I meant what I said in the bar tonight, I do love you.”

Vicky kissed him and got up, picking up the latex clothing.

“Can you fold up the PVC sheet and make the bed again? We can wipe it clean in the morning?”

“What about that?” Alex asked, pointing at the waist clincher.”

“Oh, that’s okay. As it fastens on, you don’t need to lubricate it. I don’t think I splashed on it, so it will wipe clean in the morning.”

As Alex folded up the PVC sheet and replaced it with the duvet, he could hear Vicky running a tap in the bathroom. Alex wiped himself down with some tissues on Vicky’s bedside cabinet and slipped into bed as Vicky reappeared to join him.