The Special Neighbour

by Belinda Bee

 

She was working the bar at "The Albury Hotel". There was something about her; long dark curly hair; dark flashing eyes and a really cute, tight butt!

James was only a month short of 18, having just landed a job as a trainee clerk in the Department of Defence, Remington Building, right across from Hyde Park. He was new to Sydney and having his hand held by some office friends.

"I've seen her before" James said to Darren, my work colleague. He was about to say that she had a room in the same terrace house in Paddington as myself when he floored me with his crude response.

"I doubt it, mate. Julia is a he. Good lookin', I grant you. But under that tight black mini-skirt is a rampant hammer! A cock! She'd eat you for breakfast!"

 

James couldn't get her out of my mind. A couple of weeks went by until he finally got the courage to say hello to her when passing on the stairs. She smiled quickly and responded politely before continuing to her apartment. It was a start.

His best opportunity came a week later. A taxi pulled up and it was her. The boot was flicked and it was apparent she had been on a huge grocery shop. The boot was packed and more on the back seat. The taxi driver helped unload onto the pavement and, already paid, sped off to look for another fare.

James crossed the road, having been to the park, and called out.

"Hi – I'm on the same floor as you. You gotta a lot of stuff there. Let me give you a hand."

She looked up, a little flustered but smiled that sort "thank god" relieved look. Before she could respond he said "you lead the way" and grabbed a heap of bags. He followed her up the stairs, trying his best not to focus on the swaying culotte-clad butt in front, her knee-high boots clicking on the tiled steps. The smell of perfume trained after her and she walked/climbed the stairs with ease and grace.

Once inside the apartment, he gently laid the items carefully on the kitchen bench and said "I'll get the rest" before bounding back downstairs and grabbing more bags. In the end, it took three more trips. Included was a case of beer, cask of wine and some gin and tonic.

"This is the last" he said, carefully putting them beside the other bags. Then, whilst secretly not at all wanting to depart, said with a smile "I'll get out of your hair. By the way, my name is James and I've got the room at the front. Catch you later."

"Julia" she said as she extended her hand. "Many thanks, James. Like to stay for a coffee? Won't take a minute to brew up."

"Tell you what. You've got a heap of goodies to stow away. How about you do that and we'll have a cuppa in, say, 15 minutes"?

"Okay James, you're on" she said, smiling.

"Yes" thought James as he left and closed the door. The ice is broken!

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"Milk?" she asked as she poured a mug of brewed coffee.

"Please" he responded. "So, what do you do for a living" he asked.

"Bit of this, bit of that" Julia replied non-committally. She was 21 years old, from Brisbane originally and single. Then, "I do a bit of bar work up on the strip, and a bit of modelling when it crops up. You?"

James told her about his entry into the public service, his arrival from Canberra and the excitement yet loneliness of the big smoke.

"Yes" she lamented, "many of us can find the city a lonely place. Do you have friends here?"

"Work colleagues, but haven't really had the time to develop social connections or relationships". Carefully, he delved a little further. "What do you do in your off time".

She looked at him quizzically across her cup and sipped whilst she considered her answer. "Oh, I shop; read; paint a little; go to the occasional show. And I'm trying to learn the piano" nodding her head towards the Yamaha upright in the corner.

"Its beautiful" he started, meaning it. "Must've cost you four or five grand, if it was new" he half-asked her.

"You know something of piano's?" She looked surprised.

"I learned for some years. Mum insisted".

"Would you play me something?" She said this so softly with eyes that seemed a million miles away.

James slowley moved to the corner, lifted the piano cover and took a seat. He paused for a moment, then began. It was a piece that he always loved and found to relax both himself and others.

"Cavatina! I love that! Gosh, you're really good."

James gave it everything. He hadn't touched the ivory for a while but, like a bicycle, he never forgot. As he neared the end he sensed her on her feet, moving towards him and, as he gently finished the piece, felt her hand upon his shoulder.

"You are one of surprises" she said softly.

He stood and turned to her, realising he was an inch or two shorter than her.

"Not really" he said gently, taking her other hand. "Its always exciting to play for someone who appreciates, especially when they are as beautiful as you." Then, blushing added "Gosh, I bet that sounds really stupid?"

"No, not at all" she breathed. Then, whilst seeming to hesitate, she moved to him and kissed him. First on the forehead, on his right eye. Pausing she looked at his young face and whispered "I have something to tell you. You may loath me or run away, but I must be upfront." He made to respond, but she put a finger to his lips. "I am transgendered. Do you know what that means?"

"I..I..think so. You are in transition, sexually? A transsexual?" Little did she know that James had done a heap of research in the previous couple of weeks!

She smiled, apparently surprised and impressed. "Something like that. Anyway, I'm a pre-operative transsexual. A she-male in street-speak. I'm active and prefer dom." Then, after a small pause, she murmured " Matter of fact, I'd like to take you right now!"

"Why don't you then", he replied huskily, feeling the dryness of his throat trying to stifle his reply.

Julia led him to the bedroom, bade him sit on the end of the bed, then proceeded to disrobe in front of him, removing her blouse to reveal sizable and firm, pouting breasts. She turned away as she removed the belt and unbuttoned her culottes, letting them drop to the floor. She was wearing a g-string on that superb butt. She raised her arms as she removed her bra. Turning back to James she shook out her hair and smiled. A growing mound appeared on the front of her g-string. Coupled with her stiletto-heeled boots she was, to him, a vision of loveliness.

James decided it was his turn; bade her to be seated and disrobed on front of her. Then he knelt before her and, slipping his fingers under Julia's remaining g-string, slipped them to the floor. As he did so, her manhood sprang to life like a jack-in-the-box, unleashed from its silken restraints. He gently reached for it with both hands and, lowering his head, softly brushed first one then the other cheek against it, before gently licking the circumcised head with his tongue. He heard her breathing heavily and then moan softly. By this time, Julia had reached fullness in size and arousal. James swallowed all she had to give, whilst gently cradling her balls in his left hand. Despite never having done this before, he instinctively began to rythmically pleasure her with his mouth and right hand. Julia was breathing fast now and was rubbing the rear of James' scalp with her long nails.

Finally, Julia could wait no longer. She ushered him to his feet, stood herself and beckoned him to lay, stomach down, on the bed. He did so and felt the shiver of her running nails down the centre of his back. There was a pause as she reached for something on the dresser and a lid was unscrewed. James felt her hand between his legs and a dollop of something thick and wet gently smeared around his sphincter. Julia then gave a gentle push inside with her index finger and another dollop before replacing the container to the dresser. Moving once again behind him she stood, in only her leather boots, and massaged his hips. Lowering herself , she whispered..

"Relax honey. Breath easily. I will be gentle" and with that, stooping on the balls of her feet and boots, she guided her member to his anus. The head engaged the sphincter,momentarily pausing, and then pushed on. James took a huge breath, as pain shot thru his backside and up his intestines. He began to scramble on the bed, aimlessly and more out of pain reaction than anything.

"Ssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh" she whispered gently. She had stopped now but resumed once James had relaxed. Then, suddenly, she was all the way in. Up to the hilt. Another pause and she was moving again. Back and forth, back and forth. Faster and faster. She was ontop of him now, her breasts rubbing against James shoulder blades. He could hear her breathing urgently, the occasional lick of her tong on the back of his neck or kiss on his ear. She was nearing climax and steadied to fully enjoy the moment. She arched her back and with a sudden movement of ecstacy, rammed her cock into James anus as far as it would go.

James felt the violent surge of her cock and whinced. Then he felt the stream of fluid, spurting inside his bowel, searching either for escape or for room to store itself. One, two, three, four….it went on and on. It felt warm and he bloated. For some reason, James felt contented despite not actually orgasming himself yet. He had helped make this beautiful 'girl' cum. It made him feel good. Then Julia collapsed on top of him.

After a few minutes Julia, her cock flaccid, removed herself from the young man. Reaching to the dresser she fiddled and tore at something wrapped in paper and, again placing her hand again between James' legs, inserted a self-applicating tampon into his anus. As he gave a small start she assured him cheekily "Just for while so that I know the product of my efforts is still inside." She patted his bottom, rolled him over and, taking his semi-erect penis in hand, kissed him deeply.

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To be continued …??

  

  

  

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