Chapter 116: Transitioning 002

Excitement rolls up and down Sydney's spine as Michelle's nimble fingers explore her neck and shoulders before moving under her shirt to unhook her bra. At that moment, Michelle bites gently on Sydney's lips and pulls away from a smile. She then pulls Sydney's shirt off over her head and pulls her bra away from her breasts, which jiggle a little after the bra comes off.

Michelle pushes Sydney back onto the bed slowly as she kisses her chest. Michelle moves her hands down Sydney's body, over her breasts and stomach to her jeans. She lets her fingers work lose the button and zipper while she moves her mouth from Sydney's navel up to her breasts, kissing every bit of the way.

The jeans are undone and halfway down when Michelle starts sucking on Sydney's nipples. By the time Michelle's hands are all over her breasts, Sydney's jeans are off and on the floor.

Sydney can feel her juices flowing and it has been a long time since that has happened. Paul was this way when they first met, but somewhere along the line it all disappeared.

Sydney gets more and more into it and starts running her fingers through Michelle's hair while Michelle sucks and tweaks her nipples. Michelle pulls away and tells Sydney, "Okay, now don't freak out."

She guides Sydney's hand toward her groin. Sydney freezes and goes silent when her hand is pressed against Michelle.

"This is a transition," Michelle says as she kisses Sydney's neck and shoulder tenderly.

Sydney doesn't move or respond, so Michelle stands up and takes her panties off and lifts her skirt up so that Sydney can see her cock swinging free.

"You're a man?" Sydney asks.

"No, I'm an ordinary girl. I was just born this way."

Michelle moves closer and Sydney grabs hold of Michelle's hard cock. She notices immediately how big it is, long and thick. Sydney shrugs and reaches around to grab Michelle's wonderfully shaped ass and takes Michelle's cock into her mouth.

Sydney takes it in as deep as she can before pulling off and grabbing it with both hands. She starts stroking it slowly and gently while she leans back in and sucks on as much as she can get into her mouth. After a few minute Sydney pulls off as her saliva drips down her chin.

Michelle moves Sydney onto her back onto the bed and then she gets on her knees in front of Sydney, lifting her legs up to get a good look at her pussy, which is gushing with juice. She leans in and presses her cock against Sydney's pussy and slowly slides it into her.

Sydney's eyes shoot open as the thick cock makes room for itself inside her pussy. Michelle pushes in nearly all the way before she pulls out and pushes again. After only a few thrusts, Sydney feels like she is already going to cum and she hadn't even touched her clit.

With a few more thrusts, Sydney is sent into nothing but pleasure. She moans lightly as her juices gush out of her pussy and spray onto Michelle's balls and bed. Michelle smiles and keeps pumping away at Sydney's tight pussy. She continues thrusting in the woman, slowly and gently, throughout the orgasm.

When Sydney's orgasm subsides, Michelle pulls out and licks the pussy juice from Sydney's pussy. She sticks her tongue inside and moves her tongue around the entrance then drags her tongue up to Sydney's clit and starts circling around it with the tip of her tongue.

After a few moments, Sydney is cumming again and Michelle gracefully laps up all her juices. Once she is satisfied that Sydney isn't cumming anymore she says, "Get on your hands and knees."

Sydney obliges her and Michelle gets behind her, pressing her cock against Sydney's pussy. Michelle takes a moment to look at her tight pussy before she slides her cock in again and starts fucking her, this time harder and faster. Sydney begins moaning and gasping.

While Michelle fucks Sydney, she licks her thumb and starts running it around Sydney's asshole. Sydney moans loudly, so Michelle slides her thumb inside and starts moving it around in circles. This makes Sydney start gasping quicker and moaning louder as she comes close to another orgasm.

Sydney collapses onto her stomach, but Michelle keeps thrusting. Michelle has her legs on either side of Sydney's hips and she plunges her cock deep into her juicy pussy. Sydney pushes back as best as she can and Michelle suddenly gushes a torrent of sticky, white cum into Sydney's pussy.

Michelle collapses beside Sydney and asks, "What do you think?"

"I think I'll be back t

omorrow."

The End.

Book Title: Lily

Seated behind the wheel of my Audi, I slowly turned the corner from Hyde into the slim alley behind the club. It was dark, around 10 at night, and there was no sign over the door. The club was called "Lily", an appropriately vague name to a club determined to remain anonymous. The valet recognized my car as I cautiously approached. He took a few steps from the shadows to alert me where to stop. Damn. Blood rushed to my head. I felt a woozy. I loved being here, but it also scared me to death. My heart was racing and, although the seat belt still strapped me into the warm leatherette driver seat, my body was trembling.

"Good evening, Sara," the valet said as he opened the door. Both his professional demeanor, and that he remembered my name made him seem more like a high-class concierge than a valet. Yet his thuggish appearance and scar across his cheek told me he's known violence and was likely an ex-convict. Exactly the type of guy Mason would want guarding his very unique, clandestine club.

Mason had suggested I choose a fake name to go by while I'm performing here. It's against my nature to choose anything too "Strippery". I have never been to a proper strip club, and all the names I could think of -- "Roxy" "Jade" "Angel" etc all seemed both cliche, and a name for a dancer both younger and thinner than I. "Sara" was a stage name that suited me. It was familiar, unassuming, and fit well for a middle-aged mother of two boys.

I met Mason when my friend Julia brought me here earlier this year. She was my still-happily-single, more adventurous friend and because she was fucking one of the bartenders she was able to get us in. More and more lately I'd been enjoying living vicariously thru her stories, and soon enough I found myself asking (or begging, if we're being totally honest) Julia to take me with her on some of her outings. The thrill of going to a secret strip club intrigued me. Mason was very kind to Julia and I, giving us free drinks and escorting us through the club. Julia and the bartender have long since broken up, but Mason gave me his card in the event I ever wanted to return. I hid the card in the very back of my underwear drawer in my closet. It excited me. As if it were a key to a secret life, not belonging to me.

Over the next month I absolutely could not get the club out of my head. I wanted to leave it in the past, but it was impossible. I was obsessed with it. Sleepless nights led to quiet midnight searches for information on it on the internet. I found nothing. Later, the searches turned to erotic costumes, which led to downloading pornographic erotic images. I try to avoid alcohol as much as possible, and use working out as a stress reliever. I mostly enjoy pilates and yoga, with a training session here and there for weights. Still, at 36 years old and after having two kids, my body isn't what it used to be and no amount of training can change that. My thighs are a bit bigger, and it infuriates me that I can't lose the last little bit of my tummy. I can admit I'm a little vain and, although I'm happily married, I enjoy the attention I get from strangers who sneak a second glance when they pass me on the street or out shopping. I especially like it when they are with their own wives and sneak a glance at my ass. I've always had a round, firm backside, and I focus on glute and hip exercises during workouts to make sure I don't lose the one asset which has consistently provided me attention from men.