Back home and dream of tomorrow

You wake up happy like you can’t remember you ever felt before - not as woman, certainly not a s man. You could hardly sleep thanks to the butterflies in your stomach and the little you did sleep you only dreamt of him. You’re about to get ready for the big day when the doorbell rings. You frown and look at be clock. Put on the semi sheer nightgown you treated yourself with it makes your female body look almost hotter than being naked, you think, and open the door.

Of course it's him. You smile at him warmly.

“You’re - REALLY early. I’m perfectly sure you said nine, it’s not even eight.”

His grins, somehow manages to combine the expression of a reprimanded schoolboy and a man who doesn't care and just takes and comes what and when he wants.

“Yes, Sorry. I… couldn’t sleep.”

You smile.

“Me neither!”

His grin broadens.

“And having breakfast with the wife and the daughter… Well. I didn’t feel like that very much either…”

You nod.

“Well, now that you’re he…”

He doesn't let you finish. your little banter apparently strains his patience as much as he can bear – he takes your arm pulls you towards him and kisses you tight here in the door-frame, passionately, hungrily. Your neighbour coming by clicks his tongue, but you don’t mind, everyone can know you're in love.

When he finally lets you go, you need to catch your breath, your heart beats like mad and you feel your face flushing.

“Well, I need to get ready, so why don’t you come in and have a cup of coffee..”

He follows you and you close the door.

“This may take a while, so..”

He looks at you and shakes his head.

“No, I don't want to wait for you, another second just get dressed here and let's go!”

You snicker.

“A woman needs her time in the morning. I look like a mess! I haven't even showered, done my hair, I’m not wearing make up. You have to be a little patie…”

He looks at you still and his stare makes you shut up.

“You don’t need any of that. You look the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you. “

He strokes your messy bed hair and kisses your unprepared face.

“And you smell delicious unshowered. I love you natural fragrance.”

You blush hard as he licks your neck that must taste salty from the sweat you shed over dreaming of him and – touching yourself all night.

“If it puts your mind at ease we're not going anywhere where we’d meet people, nobody get yo see or smell your perfect natural body but me. And I intend to get used to smelling and seeing you in all kinds of conditions anyway, my little Lexi. And there's an opportunity to rinse yourself there, if your really want to."

You nod blushing.

“But we might want to eat something first?"

“We can eat where we're going. Even though I only hunger for one thing right now.”

Again he kisses you hungrily, while opening your robe and slipping it off of you.

He looks down with hungry eyes and licks his lips.

“You don’t even have to get dressed, if we're lucky we don’t meet anyone on our way to…”

You giggle.

“Don't stretch your luck, big man!”

You pick up a pair of tight gym shorts, a tube top and open toed sandals – you don’t bother with underwear, the mood he’s in you’re pretty sure you’re not wearing clothes for any notable time today anyway. You feel his gaze on your ass and you bend over and slip the shorts on and smile at his regretful sigh as the top covers your tits. You consider putting your messy hair into a pony tail, at least, but if he likes it this way, let him have you with bed hair. Without make up or even a shower you walk up to him.

It's strange, you shortly consider – you’ve walked out like this – not showered for some days, messy hair and – well of course no make up – as a man ALL the time. And felt nothing about it. You wouldn't have Dreamt to do this since you're a woman. You've learned to care for your body, that paying attention to yourself makes you feel better and feeling better about yourself makes other notice you definitely too. A valuable lesson. But now – you don’t need all that. Because you've found a man who make you feel good – perfect – exactly the way you are. You feel more comfortable around your lover in the state you're in than you ever felt in this woman's body. Around anyone. And {fist_name_male} CERTAINLY never felt this comfortable around anyone.

You put your arms around his shoulder and look into his eyes

“I love you!”

Kiss him gently on the lips.

“I love you too, Lexi.”

You leave your apartment arm in arm for his car and he takes you to your destination he has planned.

On your second date, you feel braver with the on road entertainment. You put your hand on his crotch, rub it, feel it harden and smile as you hear him gasp. But that’s all for now. Still the second date after all. You smile.

The trip takes about thirty minutes, quite far out into the countryside. His cock stays hard in his pants all the time under your gentle rubbing and he smiles at you as he parks the car by the unpaved path he drove for the last few minutes.

“Really sorry to have to tell you to stop…”, he looks down. “but we’re here.”

You look around. You’re in the woods, quite off from everything.

“Where exactly is ‘here’? Do I have to be afraid you’re a pervert you dragged an unsuspecting innocent woman into the middle of the woods?"

He chuckles.

“I – can't deny many of those charges, but I refute the innocent part, little one!”

You feign indignation.

“Did you just call me a slut? After I deliberately didn't let you have your wicked way with me on our first date?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my love!”

He leans over and kisses you.

“To answer your question, it’s my special secret place. I discovered it while hiking, its reliably private and free of any tourists or other trespassers.”

“I didn't know you're into hiking…”

“There's a lot you don’t know about me…”

He winks and you have you suppress a laugh. There's a Lot he doesn't know about you either, and never will…

You get out of the car and he picks up a heavy looking bag and a blanket. If he brought food as he said, that should be enough for the whole day. You look around. Never were much of a nature guy as man, but you trust him that it’s nice. And of course you could spend the day in an abandoned quarry and envoy it if you’re with him.

You link arms and walk a few minutes up to the tree-line and you come to a small lake glistening in the morning sun. It's beautiful, the water crystal clear, grassy shore surrounding it and single trees to give shadow. And not a person in sight, probably for miles, given how you haven't met anyone in the car ow on your march here for a long while. You gaze at the sight and then at him.

“This is marvellous, how isn't this more popular?”

“Pretty far off the beaten tracks. People are lazy to discover new stuff…."

You smile. You were, too as a man. And yet...

“Sometimes you stumble over the biggest wonders where you expect them the least and someone shows them to you.”

You get on your toes and kiss him.

“Thank you for everything, you're doing for me!”

He kisses you back and drops the bag and blanket.

“Well. You want to eat something or wash off your stinky sweat first?”

He licks the salt off of your neck and makes you giggle.

“You didn't tell me I’d have to bring a bathing suit!”

He looks at you frowning for a second and then chuckles.

“I think we may find a way…”

“I hope you're not expecting me to go skinny dipping with you on our second date, Mister!”

He grins.

“Of course sou can always swim in your clothes, it’s not that you're wearing much more than a bikini, anyway!”

He picks you up, walks to the lake with you on his arms. You scream laughing and squeal as he throws you into the clear water of the lake.

You come up snorting, spitting water, looking at him with mock anger.

“You mean old brute! I knew I shouldn't have trusted a man who seduces his innocent secretary to a lonely place like this on a work day!”

You shake your hair, water splashing in all directions. It’s pleasant actually, the water is cool in the warm morning, but not cold and you enjoy it rinsing your body.

You step out of the water, your clothes soaking wet, clinging to your body now, hugging your curves, you walk to him, your sandals squelching and hug him tightly.

“Hey!”

He raises his arms.

“That’s my favourite shirt!”

"Well I guess we gotta hang it out to dry then. Only fair, don't you think?”

You unbutton it and hand it over a nearby branch before taking off your own soaked clothes and hanging it next to it.

“And I didn't think you want to keep those pants on, you look a little silly!”

He smiles, drops them, together with his underwear socks and shoes and you both stand on this clearing, by this lake like Adam and Eve in Eden.

You look at him approvingly. You’ve never seen him fully naked, your little relaxation sessions in the office always took place with him half dressed and you feel your pussy tingle and moisten at the sight. You’ve never seen a more handsome man, the cock alone makes your whole body ache to touch him. Several voices inside of you quarrel beyond the level of consciousness. Your old male self can't stop calling you names for falling for a man, but is called out for probably having had a crush on your boss himself when you were a guy. That shuts him up. Your rational voice tells you that he's not that much more handsome since the last time you gave him a morning office blow job – but you're obviously in love, so your rational side doesn't get much speaking time, either.

You can only guess his thoughts in the few seconds that you just stand there and look at him but thankfully, men are SO easy to interpret. His cock has gone hard at the sight of you, so he probably enjoys the sight as well. You giggle as you look at it.

“I’m not doing anything with that thing until we get even!”

“Even?”

You take his arm and pull him to the lake. He smiles and follows you obediently, into the cool water where his cock shrinks a little. But not fully, either it's not that cold or he really, really likes your presence. You playfully dip him under water and he comes up spouting water and then pulling you under again. You play like this for a while like teenagers, then embrace firmly in the deeper part of the lake where only he can stand you have to cling to him to keep your had above. He kisses you and you enjoy his proximity under the water for a while like this before his stomach grumbles and you get out of the water.

Dripping wet as you are you don’t bother to dry yourselves off, the morning air is warm and pleasant and dries you with a soft wind. You lie down on the blanket and begin to eat. Or rather feed each other - breakfast is mostly fruit, you pick grapes from each others' fingers, then lips, spend as much time with kissing as you do with eating, until your stomachs are satisfied and you forgo the food completely to feed another hunger. Eagerly you kiss, letting your hands wander over the other's body, you explore his muscles, quiet well defined for a man his age and feel his hands find your tits and ass and private bits he seems to enjoy very much. Eventually you let your mouth wander down his chest, belly button and kiss his erect member, that impatiently twitches at your arrival, but he seems to have plans for you as he pulls you towards him by your leg until you straddle his face with your legs, your mouth still on his hard cock. He begins to kiss your dripping wet pussy, eagerly lapping up your juices. 69 it is then, you think to yourself, smiling and go to work on his throbbing cock as he begins to hungrily eat your wet cunt.

You both know each others genitals intimately by now from the office breaks, but this is different. You have him naked, you have all the time in the world, you have him in a position in which he immediately can return your favours. And most of all, the butterflies in your stomach won’t go away. You enjoyed your sex sessions very much when he was just your boss, he’s sexy, authoritative, demanding, everything you found you like in a man since you’re woman.- but now – you don't just lick. Or suck. Or fuck. You make love. To the most perfect man. His cock tastes different with this new found feeling and his tongue on your clit and entering the innermost depth of your pussy feels different, you don't know if he too adds more feeling to his wok on you or if it’s just you feeling more for him, but it doesn't matter.

It doesn’t take you long to cum for the man you love, and nothing motivates you more than that hot wave of pleasure running through you to intensify your efforts on his cock. Soon after he also groans, tenses, twitches and comes into your hungry throat. You swallow gratefully. Turn around to face him and cuddle up to him. Kiss him.

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

You feel his heartbeat slow down as you lie together, and yours synch up with his. You get drowsy and fall asleep. You haven't been able to get much rest all night, dreaming about him. But here, with him, safe in his arms, of course you can.

The sun has wandered a good bit higher when you wake up. You see him looking at you. And smile. He kisses your free hand, and saying nothing you just lie in each others arms some more until you feel like action again.

You go swimming again, actual swimming his time, you have enough energy you feel the need to actually work out get rid of some of it. Your lover can hardly keep up, your body is young, and lean and firm and apparently well trained. Better than your male one was.

After about half an hour you get back out, and feel really hungry.

Lunch is prepared as sandwiches and pickles and he opens the first bottle of wine he brought. Are really good wine. You enjoy his class and style smiling.

Lunch again leads to feeding each other which again leads to casting away the food and satisfying your other hunger. Now you feel ready – lie down on your back, and spread your legs inviting him inside of you missionary style. He doesn’t need to be asked twice, enters you with his rock hard cock and leans down, kissing you passionately while making your pussy his own. Of course he had it before, but it feels different. You don't offer him just your body as part of a work deal or for mutual satisfaction of basic needs, you offer him your all. Your mind your soul, your heart. Him marking your pussy as his with his cock is just a representation of all of that. You kiss all the time he's taking you only interrupted when you need to breath harder during the two orgasms you achieve until he too reaches his climax and shoots his hot load into your longingly throbbing cunt.

Again you spoon and cuddle, again you begin to feel drowsy and doze off in his arms. Not a deep sleep this time, but the well deserved nap of a day of the sweetest physical exertions.

Another swim after you wake up, followed by a walk around the lake, naked and dripping wet, you really feel like Adam and Eve, not a soul has been heard all morning in your little paradise. You have some time top talk during your walk, you were too distracted by each other for that until now, and that conversation is almost as deeply satisfying than all the fun and sex you've had all day. You can say about talking with him, what you can say bout sex - never in your life did you meet anyone who’s so good at with with you. Before you make it back to your blanket, you again notice his hard cock standing up, and pull him towards a tree, bend over to present him your juicy pussy and let him enter you from behind and fuck you. It’s a bit rougher now, his hand on yru tits, kneading them. You enjoy this side of him just as much as the gentle soft lover who took you a while ago missionary. You want to get to know all his sides, all his needs. He cums inside your pussy again before you do - you don't mind, feeling his satisfaction is all you need, really. He kisses you and leads you back to the blanket for a well deserve dinner and a second bottle of wine. Encouraged by that or your love for him or the excitement of the day in general, you push him to his back and mount him, enter his re-erected cock into your pussy and ride him hard like wild stallion into the sunset. And it sets indeed, for after you both came together this time and you lie on top of him to rest, you need to hug him tighter against the chill of the evening as it gets darker. The moment you feared comes and he sit up under you and gently pushes you off of him

“It’s time, darling. We need to go home.”

You moan.

“Just five more minutes!”

He smiles.

“You got goose bumps, it’s getting cold.”

”You can warm me up!"

You grab his cock and feel it stir again.

“Ma wife is waiting.”

That effectively kills the mood. And he knows it.

“Sorry. But for the time being…”

You shake your head.

“It’s OK. I knew you're married, I don't mind behind your side hoe it days like this is what I get out of it.”

He crouches down next to you and looks you in the yes.

“Don't call yourself that! You're not a side anything, you're not my mistress or a fling, you’re the love of my life. You deserve more. I’ll settle this situation.”

You nod. You believe him, but you also meant what you said. You love him more than anything and if you have to accept him going home to his wife in the evening, you will. But you're glad he sees it differently.

You sigh, get up and pick op your clothes. It feels weird after this naked day in paradise to get dressed but you do and throe him his clothes to do the same. You go back to his car arm in arm just before it gets too dark to find your way. He starts the care and drives you home, ending the best day in your life. Not just as a woman. But as a man too. An the male voice inside that doesn't agree that your best time was being with the Man you love doesn't dare to speak up any more.