Oceanview bluff

Beautiful afternoon sunlight cascaded down on Oceanview bluff, a small cliff which had spectacular views of the ocean on one side, and the city on the other. There was only one car up here today, a silver 1960 Mercedes 190 SL convertible with it’s top down, and beautiful young couple wrapped around each other.

I let myself enjoy a pleasured giggle as his tongue roved down my neck, into my cleavage, and lower still, to my thighs. He kissed along them, as I watched his head move closer to my entrance with hunger in my eyes. I worked my panties loose and let them hang down one foot, feeling a tingle as my sopping wet pussy was exposed to the fresh ocean air.

“Lick it.”

I commanded, Trent obediently beginning to tease my slit with his saliva slicked tongue, causing my first, very feminine moan to escape my lips. Feeling how sensitive my pussy lips felt as his tongue teased them, I closed my eyes to bask in the feeling, before he pulled up and wrapped that tongue on my clit, taking my moans higher. It felt so good… the heat was getting higher, as some pussy juice overflowed out and slid down my thighs onto the white leather seats.

“Good boy.”

My fingertips ran through his hair, enjoying the feeling of it rubbing against the skin in between my fingers. His head felt so big compared to the dainty little hands I was wearing, and even with how natural I felt wrapped up in Lisa’s body I still found myself taking subtle pleasure from all the differences I liked noticing.

“Go deeper…”

I whispered out my order before I felt his tongue tease apart my walls, it’s size and flexibility giving a totally different enjoyment from being penetrated by a dick. So much energy built around my body as I felt it writhe around inside the opening of my pussy, making my head almost go mushy with pleasure as I rolled into a female orgasm.

“Oh God… yes, uhhhh!”

My juices squirted out into Trent’s mouth, as he sucked them up and drank, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let my juices fill his mouth and slide down his throat.

“Mmhmm, I’m a little jealous actually.”

I said, watching him drink it before placing my hands on his cheeks as he hugged into me, resting his head on my boobs, enjoying the sensation of the orgasm still rolling through my body. Feeling the weight on them, the compression on those big, soft breasts, was as enjoyable for me as it was for him.

“Hmm, jealous? You?”

Feeling the vibrations of his deep voice move through our intertwined bodies gave me a little thrill as he talked, and I felt like I could listen to that voice all day just to feel it.

“Of course! Getting to taste Lisa’s pussy. I used to fantasize about her all the time, so getting to have her in your arms must be the best feeling…”

“Well if that’s how you feel, I could wear her? Give you the full girlfriend experience, a Lisa just like in your sweet dreams, and your erotic fantasies. I make a really amazing girlfriend, you know?"

It was interesting, even though they were the same person, at least as I knew them, Candida acted differently when she played the role of Trent. More masculine, confident, aggressive. But in moments like this, her true, Candida personality shone through, and I was reminded of all the lives she’d lived, and the real her who was inside all of them.

“Hmm, I have no doubt you’d make a really special girlfriend, but not in Lisa. I feel so natural in her skin… it’s like it was meant for me. I think I’m really possessive of it now, I don’t want anyone but me inside her. Well, except for herself, of course.”

I laughed a little nervously as I added that last part. I’d been talking like Lisa’s skin was already permanently mine, my main skin, her life, her friends, her clothes and her body where I’d spend most of my time, at least when I wasn’t blowing off steam experimenting in other skins.

“That makes a lot of sense… you’ve really taken to her body, you know. I’ve seen a lot of skinwalkers take favorite skins, sometimes similar to their original skin, sometimes very different. Lisa’s one of the best choices anyone could make. I mean I got to be her too, so I know just how special she is, but still… I think you wear her a lot better than I ever could.”

I let Candida’s compliment sink into my mind, knowing I would ruminate on it for a long time. I didn’t think I’d been doing anything particularly special as Lisa, I’d really just been having fun in her body. But maybe that was the whole point? Candida had mentioned before that Skinwalkers were deeply rooted in emotion, so maybe just having fun was special in and of itself?

“Hey, out of interest…”

I started to ask;

“…Boys or Girls?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean… well, to be. You’ve been a lot of different people, but do you like being boys or girls better?”

“Hmm, you know, that’s a really good question. Men get more respect in society usually, and being a guy is both less high maintenance and with more of a feeling of power. I guess being a guy is a more straightforward experience overall.

Women are in danger more, but as a Skinwalker you don’t really have to be worried about the danger from regular people, so it’s a different experience. I guess a woman’s power is different from a man’s, women exert a different kind of pull and influence on people. You can ‘enchant’ them more, use more subtle methods where a man might just **** something.

Men usually take a dominant role, and women submissive, but subverting these expectations is almost even more fun that playing to them, but… they all have their benefits.”

I considered that balanced answer. Candida was talking a little more sensibly that how she usually would, and it was a slightly different side from the instinct driven version of her she usually showed me. It reminded me that she naturally had to be many things, so I probably had only scratched the surface of her character. Maybe that was part of the reason she was so keen to have a skinwalker partner; when people have hundreds of years to grow together and develop, it probably makes them much more fascinating than a regular person.

“Hmm, yeah, but you didn’t answer the question. A balanced answer like that is very well considered, but I want to know about you.”

I squeezed Trent’s body closer to mine, enjoying the heat from his body and the sunshine equally. He chuckled, entertained by my affection.

“Okay, so if you really want to know, I prefer being a guy.”

“Really?”

I was so surprised hearing that… I’d been a guy my whole life, and while having a dick was always fun, it all seemed so bland compared to being a girl. Maybe I wasn’t being entirely fair, as I wasn’t just any girl; I was Lisa, so I was far more attractive and smarter than most girls and my regular self, but in general I’d loved being a girl so much. They had so much more freedom in outfits, and the way make-up could alter their looks made them have so many more options. Maybe it was just my fetish too, but dressing up in women’s clothes and seeing a sexy woman in the mirror turned me on to such an insane level.

And that wasn’t even getting me started on the sex. Multiple Orgasms were insane, and the way a female orgasm washed over me was so powerful… it was like poison to a man, such pleasure once experienced would be near impossible to give up.

“Yeah, well…"

Candida continued;

“… Being a girl is great too, but overall it’s just easier being a guy, and the rush from getting a boner, the spurt of a powerful male orgasm, flirting with girls and watching them melt with pleasure from my cock, knowing it’s me who can satisfy them like that… it feels insane. But, I guess you have to remember that I was born a girl. Wearing a man’s body always seemed so forbidden and exciting for me, so it quickly became a deep obsession. It’s the same for a lot of Skinwalkers though; they get a taste of the other genders pleasure, and can’t ever get enough.”

“I totally know what you mean! Ever since I’ve gotten in a woman’s skin I really crave it when I’m out again… it’s so interesting to hear you say that though. I feel like I’m learning a lot from you, you know?”

I pulled him into a kiss, tasting my musky, rich juices on his tongue. Lisa’s love juices… so intoxicating, even taken like this. He broke the kiss, putting his index finger over my plump lips, pressing on their soft surface gently.

“Now now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I have another date spot for us to visit, if you still want to spend the day with me?”

I smiled wide, my heart almost aching as Lisa’s and my own growing feelings mixed together to make my heart feel so full and sticky with budding love.

“Of course!”