Gurrls : by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton   MM TV

She had one foot on the seat of a polished wooden chair, and was 
bending over so her arse was delightfully rounded. The white skin 
seemed to glow. Her back to the camera, the tiny pink satin thong cut 
into the crease of her bottom, and as she was posed her balls made a 
pretty little bulge. Her legs were lovely, and not in the least masculine. 
Long, slender, and with lovely ankles, accentuated by high-heeled dark 
slippers. Her hold-ups, glossy tan, shone in the camera flash, and from 
the top of her thighs you could see she was not hairy, though her legs 
seemed not to be shaven. Some sort of light tie-on skirt, pink, had been 
tied round her waist, such as you might see on a beach, and you could 
just see a tanned back with the bra strap, again matching deep salmon 
pink. She wore a long. blonde wig.

She was lovely. Her profile said she was inexperienced but would like 
to meet other TVs. She was on-line and I decided to IM her.

I typed the usual banal. 'Hi, how are you this morning.'

The usual reply (from Freda). 'Fine U?'

'Me too. I loved your profile pic.'

'Just checked yours out, too. Lovely. Mmmmm.'

'You dressed, Freda?'

'Not yet. Later. Looking forward to it. U dressed, Sonia?'

'No. later, me too. Where are you? Marcombe, me.'

'Me too. We must be neighbours!'

'Let's meet.'

'I'd like that, Sonia. You know Mathiesons?'

'The coffee shop on High Street. Yes.'

'Now?'

'Half hour. Say 10-15?'

'I'll have a rolled up newspaper. Very tightly rolled up.'

'Me too then.'

'!0-15 Mathieson's. XXXXXX Freda.'

'Can't wait. xxxxxxxSonia.'
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I was exactly on time, and looked through the plate-glass window first. 
'Fuck! Fred Rawlson was in there at a table on his own. I didn't want 
him there getting in the way. I played golf with him most weekends, 
went to the same pub, and our wives were always together. Awkward! 
But hang on a minute. Well, fuck me! He's got a rolled up newspaper.' 
I rolled mine up tight, and went over to his table.

'Hi Fred, or is it Freda?' I plonked my paper down beside his coffee 
cup.

'I'll be buggered, Simon, you're Sonia. Well, you're much prettier 
dressed, you old bastard.'

'Fancy that. After all these years. Lot of time wasted!'

'Let's not waste any more. Glenda's up in town shopping till late 
afternoon. We've got hours!'

'I know, she's with Muriel. My place or yours, Freda?'

'Mine,' 

'I'll need to collect my gear on the way.'

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We decided to dress separately to get the maximum impact when we 
saw each other for the first time. Fred went upstairs and left me in the 
lounge. I had decided to dress on the tarty side of formal. My toenails 
were already a deep maroon.... (Muriel and I typically fucked on 
Tuesday or Wednesday evenings. Once a week only. And that meant I 
could safely varnish my toenails through till the next Tuesday 
morning.) So I spent a minute or two doing my fingernails to match. 
For lingerie I had black satin suspender belt, a thong (trimmed with 
black lace), and a black satin half-basque. This was my usual 36A and 
nowadays I had just enough breast to fill it without needing padding. A 
new pair of fully fashioned nylons, making sure the seams were straight 
and they were very tight. I looked good already in the mirror. My 
dress came from Oxfam, but had a very good label, and was mid-calf 
length. Maroon satin, and designed for evening wear. Figure clinging. 
I've got good legs, and the dress, nylons and above all my 3-inch 
heeled black patent leather shoes showed them to their best advantage. 
(I'm lucky being short and taking a size 6. I have no problem finding 
sexy shoes to fit, and inexpensive. I have met tall TVs who need 9s or 
even 10s. They have real problems!). I made up lightly (I have a 
smooth, boyish complexion and not a strong beard). Just a light 
foundation, some rouge on the cheeks, a touch of mascara, and a 
lipstick to match my nail varnish. Very glossy this! I have full, sensuous 
lips and I love to accentuate them a bit. My wig, shoulder length and 
nearly black, my natural hair colouring.

I looked in the mirror, primped my hair a bit. I looked very good. 
Sexy!   

'Coming. Ready or not!' I heard her coming down the stairs, her high 
heels clicking on the polished wood.

If Sonia had gone for the Latina and tarty look, then Freda was English 
and demure, virginal even. She had chosen a simple yellow dress, calf-
length to show off her legs in tan stockings. White shoes, heels about 
two inches, a blonde wig, sort of bob-cut, and pink lipstick to match 
her nail varnish. Like me, she did not seem to need much make-up, and 
looked really pretty , sun-tanned and glowing. She looked good enough 
to eat, and I told her so.

'Then I hope you will, Sonia darling!' 

As we kissed I felt my cock growing against hers. Tongues flickered in 
and out of mouths, and hands wandered over bodies. I had my hand up 
under her skirt, and found she was wearing satin bikini panties. I 
fondled her arse a moment, and then grasped her satin-covered cock.

'I couldn't fix one rear suspender. Would you be a darling?'

I knelt and lifted her hem. She had lovely white satin lingerie, the shiny 
sort I love so much. I reached an arm around her and pulled her to me, 
so my face rested in her crotch. Only then did I fix the clasp, before 
allowing myself to fondle her bottom, satin stretched tight, and run my 
hands up and down her stockinged legs. I could feel her cock hard 
under the satin as I nuzzled her. I sucked and bit her a little, gently 
through the satin. she was stroking the back of my neck as I knelt. I left 
a lipstick mark on her white satin.

'Shall I make some tea?'

'Oh, no! Let's not waste a minute. Sit with me on the settee.' We 
embraced, and Freda had a way with her tongue that really got me 
going. I had my hand on her crotch still.

'I love the feel of a cock under satin. But I've just got to see it, Freda.' 
I slipped the hard flesh out of her panties, and saw to my delight she 
was cut. And she was big, much bigger than me. But she was not 
shaven. I felt inside her panties and found her balls were hairy too. I 
leaned over her and took her cock in my mouth. It was nearly too big 
to be comfortable, but soooo exciting to feel her urgency as I sucked. 

She was still fondling my cock as I sucked her.

'My turn now!' and there she was on her knees in front of me. I 
opened my legs wide to make it easier for her. She was running a hand 
up and down each of my legs, while nuzzling my crotch with her 
cheeks and lips. Then she had my cock out, and was stroking it. 
Tentatively, she kissed the knob, a virginal kiss, I thought. Still 
tentatively, she closed her lips round the knob, and allowed my full 
length to slide into her mouth. 

'That's lovely, Freda. Don't stop.' I suddenly realised that Freda was 
not only 'inexperienced', she was a virgin. I found this immensely 
exciting, and was raising my hips to fuck her mouth as she sucked me. 
She was not a perfect sucker. She would have to learn how to avoid 
too much contact with her teeth. But as I looked down at her slender, 
feminine figure, and that bobbing blonde head, and thought how good 
that virgin arse was going to be so soon, well, it was too much and I 
came in her mouth.

She swallowed.

Moments later, sitting again, 'I've never done that before, Sonia.'

'Never swallowed cum?'

'Never even had a cock in my mouth.'

'Nice?'

'I loved it. Look at my cock! That tells you.'

'I'll show you something better. I want you to fuck me with that 
lovely, big weapon.'

'Let's go upstairs then.'

The bedroom was large and sunny. The double bed was dominated by 
a computer and a wide-screened television. 

'This is my bedroom.'

'You don't sleep with Glenda, then?'

'No sex