A New Experience within a New Life – Part Two

It’s Thursday night now. Four days have passed. Four days that might have well of been four years for all the age I gained with all the nerves. Maybe I’m being over-dramatic; or just maybe I should be worried about that as well! Zack is in his room, I assume gaming or talking with friends over whichever social network I missed out on by a generation. I shouldn’t gripe as he has been true to his word. Not a word or hinted gaze has alerted Julie to what we did together. I still think about it, both the exhilarating details and the foreboding ones, but I can only assume he is doing the same. Certainly he is not giving me any significant clues as to his intentions; I feel as oblivious as I did when this whole thing began. Julie has gone to bed already as she has an early start tomorrow. I should be asleep as well but sleeping is not as easy as it used to be. So I sit here in the Living Room, waiting for lethargy to overcome anxiety. Bloody typical really; here I am worrying about things that haven’t happened when what has actually happened has had no negative impact whatsoever. Ah fuck this, I’m going to bed.

The next day has dawned; sleep was hard to get but I do feel better for no apparent reason. It is Friday Afternoon and I am currently near the end of my delivery route. There has always been something pleasant about going around to all these different places in what is to me a new body, even if it has been over three years. To be fair I don’t meet as many people as you might imagine what with all the travel. Mostly it is just arrive, ring the doorbell, get no answer, put the delivery somewhere safe, take a moment to be glad I’m not one of those arseholes that just leaves the delivery somewhere ridiculous, gets back in the van to head to my next destination. The odd occurrences when I actually get to meet someone are the filler to the sandwich of my working life. Am I entirely woman to them? Or do I project more of my identity than I appreciate and they suspect? Or am I little more than a robot that might as well have wheels instead of legs for all it matters? Spotting the subtle differences in their behaviour is all the game I need to make each day a fresh experience. I am looking forward to getting home today though. Julie was particularly chipper this morning which will probably mean she’s up to something.

I arrived back home with everyone in attendance. Both Zack and Julie were in good moods which kept my own aloft for the rest of the day. Julie had decided to get some takeaway food delivered which we ate together as a family; it was nice, on multiple levels. I spent some of the time trying to use those same skills in reading people to get an idea as to what Zack was thinking but my efforts were for nought. Before long we had finished and were just vegetating in front of the television. Zack headed to his room so we guessed that was him done for the night so it was just me and Julie. I swear only mere seconds had passed when Julie looked over to me and told me what I should probably have picked up on earlier.

Julie – “How are you feeling then, honey?”

Me – “Good! That was a real nice end to the day.”

Julie – “Good. Must be full of energy now, wouldn’t you say?”

Me – “Well yes I supp- Wait a second, do you want to-“

Julie – “You’re damn right I want to. Zack is distracted to the point we don’t exist any more so that tells me we have time to get down and do some serious loving!”

Me – “Julie, you saucy minx!”

Julie got up and grabbed me by the hand prompting me to stand up as well. We then briskly moved into our bedroom and started removing our clothing as soon as we arrived. Julie was eager and parts of me were already rising to join her. Then, when I stood there with Julie’s sublimely formed naked body posing for my enjoyment, a thought entered my mind. Maybe this activity would be just as attractive to more than just us; maybe it would be too much for another pair of eyes to turn down the chance to see. I quickly figured out I needed a way to subtly prop the door open to allow the trap to be set. I had just my leggings to remove before I too would be completely naked so when Julie turned to get onto the bed I discarded my leggings into the laundry hamper and, oh no, if they didn’t just *accidentally* knock the hamper over so it fell onto the floor against the door. I smiled to myself on the success of my subterfuge, then turned to look at my partner who had positioned herself laying on her front awaiting my embrace.

There she laid; beautiful and unsullied. The curves of her body flowing rapturously from her elegant shoulders down to her supple calves; every meander only adding to the majesty of her form. And she laid there, waiting for me; what fortuitous events had led me to this woman. I glided over to the bed, my naked feminine form punctuated with a surging veneration of my own, and lowered myself down to her feet. Fingertips were first to find their way onto her smooth skin although only rewarded with a gentle caress for their daring. I let them dance across her body as if skating over a frozen pond; every leap announced with a kiss where they fell. They started first at her ankles before gracefully finding their way along the back of her legs, then with increasing intensity they continued their journey across her thighs and towards the target of their affection. I had her body within my whim so marked the crescendo of my performance by moving from delicate teasing to a surging engagement with her timpani. Her moans providing a powerful bassline as I massaged her pliant derriere. Only wanting to suggest at the satisfaction that was to come; I allowed only the briefest of kisses to make contact with her sex before a breath announced their depart.

My own desire was as bubbling to the point of boiling over, almost as much as hers was. I rose quickly, reaching and kissing the back of her neck to herald my arrival. She played to my tune before arousal took her, then she twisted underneath me to look me straight in the eyes. Her body was glowing with desire and her eye’s screamed for me to provide the pleasure for her to succumb to, and I was not going to disappoint. I threw my lips onto hers and kissed her, her mouth acting as a conduit for our love. While doing so I allowed my right hand to track down the contours of her body and upon reaching her smooth thigh, I beckoned it to rise up and around my waist. With all the guidance I required I positioned the peak of my shaft at her entrance, keeping my mounting force at bay while the perfect moment to thrust was beckoning. Only the slightest of touches were hinting at what was to come but I would not have to wait long before it was upon us. With her arousal beyond control she broke our kiss and looked into my eyes, her expression shouting a symphony of unuttered words begging me to give her what she desires. And in that moment I did; thrusting my cock into her vagina, first gradual before accelerating the whole length into her. At last our bodies were one; two equal halves connected by penile link. Not wanting to hold back any longer I began pounding hard into her turning our bodies into a vision of carnal lust. Hands exploring every inch of their partner’s skin, breasts fighting a battle for supremacy they can never lose, lips thirsting for a connection only their opposite can provide.