He knows how to please females.

Mark loaded the scenario in the fantasy room and set the controls for auto, as he has done many many times before. This time he was nervous. He's done it with all kinds of women in here, shy and demure wives that never get out, to voracious nymphos that could only be satisfied in the fantasy room. He's been black, Asian, well hung, and small, but never has he been a woman.

He eased himself into the chair. 'I know I'm not ready for sex with a guy, but I could probably handle a little female cuddling', he thought as the program activated.

The room went dark. Suddenly he was sitting on the side of a pool, but it was more like a hot tub/pool one would find in a special hotel that catered to this type of thing.

'Not bad,' he thought. He looked around to find that he was alone. He checked himself over visually and physically.

"WOW," he exclaimed, "I'm one hot babe!"

Mark was wearing a multicolored one-piece swimsuit that accented his features. He felt his breasts through the fabric of the suit and immediately he got a reaction. "Holy Shit” He touched them again. "Damn that feels good," he said. His nipples were now erect, plainly showing through the fabric of the suit.

He gingerly moved a hand down to where he half expected to still find a bulge, but smooth folds of flesh lay hidden within the crotch of the suit.

He touched himself.

He felt as though he had touched an electric wire. Not a shock, but a tingle. Unlike his cock, that focused his pleasure in one organ, the tingle he felt was more centered and seemed to radiate through him. He began to finger his vagina lightly, expressing his pleasure freely.

"Hey," called a sultry voice behind him.

He turned to look.

"Getting started without me," she purred?

She was gorgeous. Built, well proportioned, and boy did she fill that bikini. Red/Orange flame patterns surrounded her breasts and the pattern on the bottoms seemed to draw his attention to her visible mound. He could almost feel himself getting hard, but it felt different. He couldn't quite explain it.

He was feeling horny, but not the impending desire of a man, more like a slow wanting, a need to be satisfied.

He didn't know her name. It didn't matter. Their eyes locked and he knew he was gone. As they approached, he could feel a warm wetness between his loins. It felt good. They kissed. It was electric.

Tongues probing, hands caressing, bodies responding....