Packing

by Andrea

  

Sandy stood and looked out of the window while Mi-Li busied herself in the bedroom. The sweeping panoramic view of the darkened river from the girl's upmarket Dockland apartment was stunning. In fact the apartment itself was quite something. OK, the Beardsley prints weren't quite what Sandy would have chosen but there was no denying that the girl had taste. The noise of a drawer being shut in the other room broke the silence. Probably spraying herself with perfume and putting on frilly girlie things. Sandy's blood pressure rose with the anticipation of striping the girl's lithe body of whatever was now covering it.

Sandy had noticed Mi-Li writhing on the centre of the dance floor just after getting to the club. She was certainly a hot looking chick. It was difficult to imagine so much sex appeal was packed in that one little body. Sadly Sandy wasn't the only interested party. Several men were obviously dancing attention on the Chinese girl - the hunters and their prey circling in that endless dance as old as time itself. Sandy watched them buying the girl drinks, trying to grab a kiss, and being charmingly discarded. Sandy's eyes hovered over the glass and admired the outfit the sexy little mink was wearing: that slinky golden miniskirt, the tiniest of leather bras under a gold mesh T-shirt, the mesh tights and those outrageous high-heeled shoes. Almond eyes flashed under the fringe of silky long black hair. After trying in vain to catch her eye Sandy decided to make a move, carving a path through the crowd with broad leather clad shoulders, cutting in front of some man and engaging Mi-Li's attention with a wicked smile.

The music was pumping so loud that Sandy had to press his mouth close Mi-Li's cheek to be heard. That was just fine. And when apparently accidentally, as if to prevent the girl being jostled, Sandy's hand rested briefly on her thigh, she didn't brush it away. Sandy was most definitely in.

Mi-Li was certainly willing. As the beat of the music slowed she pushed herself close and parted her slim thighs over Sandy's leg. Sandy smiled down at the girl and stroked her hair. Hands touched Mi-Li's back, pulling her little leather clad breasts a little closer to Sandy's chest. Inevitably Sandy's hands cupped her buttocks – and Mi-Li didn't object. She showed her enthusiasm by squirming even closer, rubbing against the big hard erection in Sandy's jeans. 'Thank God I'm packing' thought Sandy. 'I certainly don't want to disappoint this girl.'

Mi-Li looked up into Sandy's smiling face as they danced, crotch pressed against crotch. 'Let's go home to my place, please?' Sandy almost melted with surprise. Feelings of strength, masculinity and protectiveness began to surface. Sandy's mind tumbled with the thought of carrying her to bed, of the dark nipples of those sweet little breasts yearning to be sucked and nibbled, her soft tight buttocks, their lips melting together .. and for the grand finale ..her soft, silky, innocent little pussy. The only word that came to mind was 'Yes'.

Sandy sighed. It had been the same in the taxi. 'Oh, you're so strong and so handsome!' she'd said, burying her head in Sandy's chest. Sandy had kissed her hair and inhaled her delicious, intoxicating scent. Quite overcome, Sandy had held her warm body close and thought 'This is the girl for me'.

Now standing waiting on her, small doubts began to surface. Mi-Li was in for a surprise, poor thing. There would definitely be a few awkward moments at first, but she'd be forgiving .. they always were.

 

Mi-Li looked in the mirror and smiled her sexiest smile. That Sandy, that was his name wasn't it, must be short for Alexander, was just a peach, wasn't he ever. The scene in the club had been just boring until he came along. And that erection when they were dancing! What type of vitamins did that man take? Mi-Li remembered how she had put a hand on his crotch and felt the hardness of it when they were in the taxi. How she lusted for a man who could stay so erect so long. This was a man to treasure. Hard men are good to get. She saw herself kneeling on the floor, unzipping his jeans and smelling the heady scent of his sweat. And then came the thought of cradling his balls, taking his penis into her mouth and running her tongue along the ridge. She gulped as she thought of him climaxing in her hot hungry mouth. Oh, how she loved the taste of cum. It was just so….. yummie. She glanced at the mirror and saw that she was smiling. Like a cat, she thought. A cat who is going to get the cream. Oh, well.

She pouted at the glass and flicked an errant strand of hair over her shoulder. Sandy was going to be very surprised and would probably be mad at first. Undoubtedly he would punish her severely, but Mi-Li liked being beaten, within reason. It only added to the pleasure. And eventually he would forgive her and fulfil her lusts.

 

'Did you miss me?' purred Mi-Li. Sandy turned and grinned. Mi-Li was standing in the doorway striking a provocative pose. She was wearing an extravagantly frilly blue babydoll nightie and matching panties and her shoulders were covered with a thin nearly transparent negligee. A growl formed in Sandy's throat. Mi-Li gave a delighted little shriek inviting Sandy to chase her round the apartment. A chase that lasted only minutes before she artfully allowed herself to be caught and lifted onto the bed in Sandy's strong arms.

Sandy's hugs and kisses were met with passionately strong replies. Mi-Li was amazingly supple. Sandy pulled apart the filmy nylon of the negligee and slipped the straps of the nightie off Mi-Li's shoulders to nuzzle those tiny pert tits. Mi-Li writhed in pleasure as Sandy licked and sucked and tongued those amazingly small hard nipples leaving a trail of hot wet kisses over the girl's breasts. Sandy's lips found the stud in Mi-Li's belly button and sucked it gently, burrowing into the soft warm skin of her stomach. Slowly turning the girl over, Sandy's mouth explored her waist and taunted the small of her back with moist lips. Mi-Li squirmed appreciatively as her panties were gradually inched down and her buttocks covered with wet kisses. Sandy heard Mi-Li gasp as the nose of her lover eased between her cheeks and a deft tongue flick touched the edge of her perfect little anal ring.

Reluctantly, but with surprising strength, Mi-Li twisted round and pushed Sandy off. She knew exactly what she wanted right now and this big stud wasn't going to deny her a moment longer. She pushed his head and shoulders back with her legs until they touched the bed and struggled with the zipper of his jeans. 'Fuck!' she cried as she yanked the coarse denim open and was whacked in the eye by the end of his firm cock. Ten inches of best quality high density polypropylene can do that. Especially when it's been compressed for so long. Mi-Li's first thoughts were that Sandy was wearing a rubber but she quickly changed her mind when her hand slipped down the shaft and felt, instead of the firmness of the balls she expected, the wetness of Sandy's pussy. "Oh Fuck! You're a girl!"

Sandy too had just made an alarming discovery. Her searching hand was between Mi-Li's legs and Sandy was distinctly conscious of the fact she was cradling a shaven pair of balls and a hard little penis. "And … You.. You're a bloke!" She felt angry, sick, embarrassed and humiliated. Suddenly her fist lashed out and Mi-Li crashed off the bed onto the floor.

 

Mi-Li felt Sandy's foot on her back. She was sore. The lessie bitch was screaming at her.

"Wake up you Trannie Bastard!"

The foot prodded. At least she/he wasn't being kicked. That had happened once before. Some big Aussie bastard she had brought back one night had kicked the shit out of her. Anyway this was different – it was she who ought to be mad.

"Fuck you! You're the one to talk. You Perverted Sick Dyke!"

Sandy was mad. How dare this little piece of slutty shit call her a pervert. She yanked Mi-Li up and threw the boy-girl over the bed. She pushed his face down into the pillow and forced her dildo into his arse hole.

"See how you like this … you perverted Cock-Sucker!"

She rammed the thick piece of plastic in as far as it would go, gasping as the pressure transmitted itself up the shaft to her clit. Furiously, she dug her nails into the boy's waist and hammered the dildo as hard as she could. The boy was writhing and screaming, but she didn't give a damm. Let the bugger die for all she cared. She was determined to punish him, to make him pay. Then, damm it, she knew she was coming. She felt herself climbing, knew there wasn't anything she could do about it, and then felt her legs going weak and her mind and body simultaneously tumbling into free fall. Mi-Li's body seemed to sense her climax. It went tense and shuddered for a few moments. Sandy slowly unbuckled her dildo belt and sagged on the bed. Mi-Li had rolled over on his back and she could see wet stains on his panties. The little perv had come on himself.

"You're a disgusting little cunt." She said, pointing accusingly at the semen soaking through his panties.

Mi-Li smiled wryly. "Have you looked at yourself lately Sweetheart?"

Bugger, he was right, she'd squirted like a fire hydrant, her legs were covered in her own juices. She touched them and grimaced. Suddenly the total ridiculousness of the whole situation struck her. Then Sandy laughed and Mi-Li smiled and then they were both laughing.

 

Sandy stretched herself slowly. Mi-Li's head was lying on her chest and he was making soft little noises in his sleep. She blew a few strands of his hair out of her mouth. 'Well' she thought 'That was some fantastic evening. Who would have thought I'd ever find myself in bed with a man.' Still, she mussed, he wasn't a real man. She couldn't have ever gone to bed with a man. She'd always found men smelly and disgusting but Mi-Li, she wondered if that was his real name, was different. He was a delicate creature. His skin was smooth and soft, why there wasn't an inch of body hair on him, and he smelt divine, just like a girl. And he certainly knew how to please a girl like her. Why he gave better tongue than any of the girls she'd known since Mary-Jo Carter, and that had been in high school. He was a natural rug eater. She'd thought she had a voracious appetite for sex but honestly she'd never been tongued so thoroughly in her life. The poor dear's mouth must be worn out.

She must have drifted off again. Mi-Li was kissing her lips. She felt herself being aroused, being gently touched. She was getting horny. My, she thought, this creature is insatiable. Their tongues twisted together and she felt the delicate probing of his fingers. How lovely … waking up to a little finger fucking. And…Oh, such a nice slow one. It was funny though. She could swear that Mi-Li's hands were both on her shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

Mi-Li kissed her. His voice was firm and gentle. "I'm fucking you. I've never done it before. Tell me if I'm hurting you and I'll stop."

She couldn't believe this. 'I'm being fucked. By a man?' She knew the thought ought to disgust her but somehow it seemed natural with this boy-girl, man-woman.

"No, don't stop," she whispered in his ear. "Please don't stop."

 

Sandy and Mi-Li sat at the breakfast bar sipping tea from delicate porcelain cups. Sandy was dressed in her jeans and T-shirt and Mi-Li was wearing a crisp white cotton blouse and black knee length skirt. His long legs, encased in sheer black pantihose, were wrapped round the chromium legs of his stool. Every so often one of them would act as if they wanted to speak and then, just as the other craned forward in anticipation, they'd think better of it and they'd relapse into an awkward silence. Eventually Mi-Li broke the spell.

"I don't suppose we can leave it at this?"

"No" said Sandy. "I guess not."

Mi-Li gulped. "Then I suppose we're an item."

"Yes" said Sandy. "I suppose we are."

  

  

  

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