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. Some people hate elves. A few fanatics have even said
that we should have wiped them out the minute they started
showing up again. Again?? Not like anyone had ever seen one
before the day everyone calls "The Arrival". Me, I see elves
the same way I see every other person who chances to land in
this city. They drive taxis, wait tables, own news stands...
work hard any way they can to earn an honest living for
themselves and their families. If it wasn't for the ears, we
wouldn't even know they weren't John or Jane Smith from
Boring, Kentucky. Cindy owns a hot dog cart. She has the
longest, pointiest elf ears I have ever seen in my life. She
sets up three blocks from my office near one of the entrances
the park. Two or three days a week I get one of the best
chili dogs on earth, a cold soda and five minutes of smiling
and flirting that makes my heart race. I don't know where the
idea of elves being tiny androgenous creatures working on
toys came from, but Cindy is as far away from that myth as
possible. She's a tall woman blessed with ample curves. In
fact, if there was one word that would describe any part of
her body, it was touchably soft. I can't lie. The only reason
I stopped by her cart in the first place is because of the
ridiculously skimpy uniform she wears. She wore the shortest
shorts a woman can wear without getting a citation. I
remember the first time I saw the thick red cloth stretched
tightly over her plump round ass.
"Hottest buns in the city." She said with a wink when she
caught me staring.
She had a thick European accent like nothing I had ever
heard. I blushed and ordered a chili dog. The way I oggled
her, I already felt I should be paying her. As she flipped
open one of the small doors and pulled a freshly steamed bun
from her cart, my eyes fixed on the insanely ample amount of
cleavage her tiny top let bare. "Get in a good eye full," she
said jokingly. "Every order comes with a show." I apologized,
concentrating hard on maintaining eye contact, but when I
noticed her ears, I was smitten. When I was staring at her
ass, I had no idea I was lusting after an elf. Hell, I had
never even been this close to one in person. I watched in an
enchanted silence as she fixed my order. Looking back, I'm
amazed I didn't creep her the hell out. She handed me the
chili dog, and I thanked her, frozen in place. "Come back
tomorrow," she said with a warm smile as I stood transfixed.
"There's a five minute oggle limit per order."
It was over a week before I had the nerve to go back again. I
hoped to god she had forgotten me and I could make a better
first impression. "Hey." She called as I approached. "I
thought I scared you away for good last week."
After that, her cart became my regular spot for lunch during
the week.
. Never in a million years would I have guessed a woman
this beautiful would ask me out, but sure enough one
beautiful Friday, it happened. I had turned away, chili dog
in one hand, soda in the other, the worlds biggest smile
across my face when I heard her yell "Hey!". I turned back
expecting a 'have a nice weekend' or 'see you Monday'.
Instead I heard...
"Let's see the Statue of Liberty tomorrow. Meet me here at
eleven," she said. "We'll see it and do lunch after."
What could I say? She more told than asked. I was sure I said
yes, but I couldn't hear my own voice over the beating of my
heart.
. We looked out from the statue. I couldn't believe how
amazing the view was. Cindy had described "The Arrival" from
her perspective. One night she went to bed in world of
forests and stone castles... the next morning she awoke in
one of eastern Europe's busiest cities, gazing in horror at
skyscrapers, cars, and airplanes. No human could explain how
every creature of fairy tale, myth and legend suddenly became
flesh and blood reality, walking around asking "where the
hell am I?". The way Cindy explained it, none of them could
understand anything about the world they opened their eyes to
that morning. We fell into a lull of silence at the end of
the conversation. There was a strangeness in the lack of
awkward tension. We both just looked out from the statue in
awe of the view... of life, and this strange new world we
lived in. It felt like a deep philosophical moment of
awareness was creeping up on me, but it was something even
more satisfying. Cindy moved in close and pressed against me.
I put my arm around her and smiled, still looking out at the
ocean.
"How have you lived here for ten years, and never seen this?"
She asked.
I admitted that I just never had any interest in sight
seeing. I never had an interest in anything the east coast
had to offer, other than the well paying job that moved me
from my sunny western home. She asked if that was why I
didn't bother to ask her out when in spite of all the signals
she kept throwing at me; said she wanted to know if this date
was the beginning of anything more than a friendship. She
frowned when I stumbled for words. I never was very good with
romantic speeches, so I just shut up and kissed her. When I
found her cart gone from it's usual spot, the only thing that
mattered in the world was getting her back.
. I'd like to meet the person who wrote "sex on the third
date" into the book of love and strangle them. Things with
Cindy were going wonderful.
"I want you to come up to my apartment. I have something
personal I want to share with you..." she said as we climbed
the stairs from the subway to the street "...but before we go
inside, I need to stop by the garage and set up my cart for
tomorrow." We had gone out to see some local no-name band at
a free concert. I wanted to take a taxi home, but she
insisted we take the subway so we could chat. We were up top
on the streets before I noticed we were in the neighborhood
of my work. In fact, we were two blocks from the park
entrance where Cindy sets up for business every day. She
explained to me that since she didn't have a car, her
building manager let her use the assigned parking space to
store her carts. Carts? More than one? Her building was one
block in the opposite direction. As we walked, she pushed my
question of more than one cart aside with "You'll see" and
explained that when she got here from Europe, the first thing
she did was buy a venders licence and a stand to make cash
while she looked for a job. By her third job interview, she
was making enough to pay her bills and never looked back. I
was blown away to find out she made more than me working just
a few hours a day. I couldn't hold in my shocked disbelief.
"Think about how generously you tipped me the first time I
caught you staring at my ass," she said. "Multiply that by
one hundred or so every single day."
The garage of her building made it clear how nice the place
was. Each assigned parking space was completely inclosed with
it's own roll up door. She took the lock off and rolled her
door open. Inside were two carts; the one on the right, I
recognized right away, but the one on the left had a much
different shape and an assortment of coffee making and
serving tools. It occurred to me that I could have started
each work day with the same five minutes of bliss this
budding romance had given my lunch hour over the past few
months, and I mentally kicked myself. Cindy quickly organized
the trays and tools on the hot dog cart, then unplugged one
of two tiny electric generators that were plugged into an
outlet on the back wall. She put the generator on the bottom
shelf of the cart she was prepping and smiled.
"I'm not doing coffee tomorrow."
I pointed out how many sad New Yorkers were going to be off
their game because they couldn't get the worlds best cup of
coffee before work.
"Well too bad for them." She looked at me with a nervous
smile. "I'm taking a morning off to sleep in and make
breakfast for my new boyfriend."
I smiled back, in love with the words she had just spoken. It
didn't hit me then, that I had never once seen this woman
nervous about anything. Like an idiot, I just let myself stay
in the happy unaware state of euphoria.
. She led me into her apartment and kissed me as she
closed the door. I pinned her against her door and held her
hips as I kissed her back. My hands drifted under the bottom
of her T-shirt, but I didn't lift them any higher than the
top of her waist. As we looked into each others eyes, I
caressed her cheek. She guided my hand up and back to her
ear; those long elegantly pointed ears that would ruin me for
humans. Her body trembled as I trailed my fingers the entire
length of it and back. I raised my other hand, caressing both
of her ears, slightly less gently than before. She moaned
with pleasure, kissed me hard, then pushed me away even
harder.
"I just...it's just...there's something you need to know,"
she stuttered. "Just give me a few moments to freshen up and
collect myself."
She showed me to the couch and kissed me quickly again before
rushing into what I assumed was her bedroom. I looked around
her spacious apartment wondering what strange elf custom I
was about to be exposed to. On a small end table next to the
couch was a picture of an elven man and woman. The family
resemblance was uncanny. I opened my mouth to ask about them,
but immediately imagined Cindy storming from the bedroom in
anger accusing me of thinking all elves look alike. I laughed
at myself as I wiped the silly thought from my mind and
stared at the photo. The woman was much shorter than the man
but had the same soft, curvy type of body that Cindy had.
They both had the same long pointy ears, but the man's face
looked so much like Cindy's, I was sure it had to be her
father.
"Are these your parents in the picture by the couch?" I
called out.
"Uhm... No," she replied from the room, something seeming
strangely reluctant in her voice. Then, after an awkward
pause, "That's a picture of my sister Illyana and I, just
before we left Europe."
There was a long silence. My mind turned somersaults as the
excruciatingly slow realization formed that the man in that
photo was the same beautiful elven woman I had just pinned to
the door and passionately made out with. I was so scared and
confused, it made my stomach crawl. I wanted to run from the
apartment. The silence was crushing and I could hear my
breathing had become labored with anxiety. Cindy still hadn't
come out of the room. I listened, but I didn't hear a sound:
No movement, no talking, nothing.
It took me a few minutes to work up the courage, but I walked
slowly into the bedroom. I found her sitting on the edge of
her bed looking up at me with tear soaked cheeks.
"I understand if you go."
. I didn't leave... not right away at least. I sat on the
bed next to her and we talked. She told me the story of how
even in the world she came from before, she never really
identified with being a man. She told me how she still had a
penis and didn't want to change that. She loved the biology
of being male, but wanted to live her life as a woman. My
mind was drowning in perceived impossibilities of how this
situation could end in any happy manner. During a moment of
silence she put her hand on top of mine and I froze in the
face of the unspoken question. My first instinct was to
snatch my hand away as quickly as possible and move to the
furthest edge of the bed while spouting cliches about
friendship, respect and tolerance. I didn't. I thought about
how wonderful my days were after just five minutes of being
with her(I didn't even know if her was the right word at this
point). I wanted to squeeze her hand tight and wrap my arms
around her, but I didn't. I just sat there in silence, her
hand atop mine as it started to tremble. She wiped the tears
from her cheeks and showed me out. I hugged her, then ignored
her for four days. She called me and sent texts. I tried to
respond to her texts, but I had no idea what to say. Do I
still love her? Am I gay? Do I need to be? I knew I needed to
talk to her, but I had no idea how. When I finally went to
where her cart was usually set up, it was gone. I searched
the whole damned park and every inch of that neighborhood. I
tried calling and texting. I was even tempted to show up at
her building and beg the door man to let me in. What do you
think? Should I just forget we ever met?
There were a few people scattered about the large bar, but
Tuesday nights left this place in a business lurch. The
bartender, an older dark haired woman with dark hair and
thick glasses didn't look up from her news paper.
"You're right," she said firmly. "You're an idiot."
An idiot? I repeated it out of shock at how casually she
answered.
"An idiot twice, and an ass-hole," she corrected herself
turning the page of her newspaper.
I sat for a minute, then asked her if she could elaborate a
little on my personality flaws.
"You're asking if you still love this person, if your capable
of loving this person. Who sits in a bar, blubbering like a
baby over someone they don't love? You're an idiot."
She went silent again and a moment later, I asked about the
ass-hole part.
"You completely ignored this girl for a whole week. I don't
care what you're going through, I'd kick your sorry ass to
the curb in a heartbeat for that. You'd have to crawl on your
hands and knees through broken glass before I even said hello
to you again."
I swirled the small amount of beer around the bottom of my
pint glass, thinking about the woman's words. I gulped the
beer down with the sad realization of my mistake and asked
her why I was an idiot twice.
"If you think any person who's as smart and capable as you
describe her to be is going to give up their livelihood and
lifestyle for some ass-hole who can't get over a little
homophobia, you're as dumb as a post."
She set the paper down on the bar, grabbed an empty glass and
began to fill it from the tap. Her glasses sliding down her
nose, she looked at me while she poured, then shook her head
as she closed the tap. "You've never been to her coffee cart,
so there's no reason she'd change her morning routine to
avoid you."
I wanted to kiss her. She gave me an eye that made me feel
like a small kid about to be sent to the principals office as
she set the fresh pint of beer in front of me.
"This beer and this advice is on the house. If this woman
gives you the chance to make it up to her... not that I
would... you do whatever stupid, crazy, self torturing bull
shit she tells you to, and you do it with a smile."
. Sure enough, seven am the next morning, Cindy's coffee
cart was at the same place her hot dog cart had always been
in the afternoon. I heard her cursing to herself as I walked
towards it, then she apologized to the grey haired man in a
suit she was serving. I was surprised to see her in a dark
blue, conservatively styled skirt suit. It was such a change
from her skimpy afternoon outfit. I waited in line behind
three people then watched her roll her eyes as she asked if
for my order. I told her I loved her.
"You show love by rejecting someone in their home, then
ignoring them for the better part of a week! You're holding
up the line. Order coffee or drop dead!"
I ordered a cappuccino. As she made it, I told her that I had
no excuses and that I would crawl through broken glass to
make it up to her. She didn't respond. She flopped the coffee
in front of me and opened her mouth.
Whatever she was going to say was lost to a grunt of complete
exasperation. I tried to hand her money.
"Coffee's on the house," she grunted. "Just get the hell out
of here."
I told her I wouldn't bother her at work anymore and walked
away. For another week I swear I was the saddest person in
New York. I stared at the ceiling one day, thinking about how
bad for your health chili dogs are when our company's
executive director and head of personnel stepped into my tiny
office. Tom, the director, was a chubby balding fellow. Sam
from personnel was a short skinny man. I told them it was
cute that they had matching black suites. They didn't see the
humor in it.
"I know, 'human elf relations' is a tense subject these
days," Sam started. "That's why I'm here at the request of
Tom. Just in case there are any misunderstandings."
I was truly bewildered and asked what in the world they could
be talking about.
"I want you to understand," fumbled Tom, "That my not
allowing your girlfriend into the building has nothing to do
with her being an elf, but it's simply the way she's
dressed."
"Girlfriend?" I choked as a lump filled my throat and my
heart skipped a beat.
"She's in the lobby," Sam said. "Security told her she
couldn't come up and she got a little upset."
"You have to understand," Tom said in a trembling voice, "the
clients we meet in this office would be highly offended by
the sight of any woman in an outfit that revealing, elf or
human."
I sprang up from my chair, wanting to jump for joy. I quickly
promised the two that it would never happen again and told
them I was using a sick day as I raced past them and down the
hall. Riding the elevator down, I was so excited, my hands
were shaking. I got to the lobby and found Cindy waiting
grumpily next to the security guards desk. She scowled at me
and asked when my lunch was. I told her I she was the only
priority in my life as we walked out onto the busy sidewalk.
"You do one thing for me and I will forget everything that's
happened since our last date except for you telling me you
love me."
I assured her I would do anything she could think of.
"Good." She said. "I want you to eat a hot dog."
"That's it?"
"That's it." She took my hand and our arms stretched taught
as we tried walking in different directions. I thought for
sure we'd be going to her cart at it's usual spot, but she
just said "this way" and began leading me down the street in
the other direction.
A few blocks from my work, we turned down a narrow alley. We
were almost to her cart before I noticed it. It was tucked
into the shadowy corner of a tall building. I doubt if anyone
passing by on the street would even notice it was there. I
stood in front of the cart while she walked around to the
back and acted as if I were a customer that just happened to
walk up for the first time.
"Good morning, sir" She said cheerfully, "Do you see anything
you like?"
"I'm really in the mood to eat a hot dog." I said, nervously
playing along.
"Are you sure?" She asked. "I only have one kind of hot dog
here, and I get the impression you're afraid of what I've
got?"
I knew she was making a point. I smiled as best I could, but
my eyes refused to convey anything but how sorry I felt for
what I had done.
"I've never had a hot dog like yours before," I confessed.
"Never even seen one, except in internet videos. But I'd
really like to try it."
"That's a good idea. Any person with integrity would always
try something new before they break someone's heart over it,"
she said and flipped open one of the small doors on the base
of her cart. Steam puffed out as she reached in and pulled
out a fresh warm hot dog bun. My nervousness faded as I
remembered the first time I saw her doing that. "Now..." she
said waggling a finger. "Come around to this side of the cart
and get ready to taste your first wiener."
. As I walked around the cart, she backed up and leaned
against the corner, pushing her pelvis forward. She dug her
free hand into the front of her skimpy red shorts and pulled
out her soft floppy penis. I watched it dangle as she let it
go and raised her hand to her mouth. She spit a big slippery
glob into her palm and carefully smeared it around her small
spongy cock. She took special care to make sure the big head
of her penis got especially lubricated.
She rolled it around her hand, squeezing it and tickling the
hole of her penis with a finger tip. The head swelled and
mushroomed in her hand and her shaft grew longer and thicker
before my eyes. All the times I've masturbated, I've never
looked down and attentively watched this happen. My own cock
was so hard, I didn't even realize I was rubbing the front of
my crotch until she told me to stop. At full erection, her
cock was as strait as a rod. It pointed at me as she stroked
her long thick shaft, veins bulging from every part of the
dark pink flesh. She stopped stroking and carefully pulled
the bun open. Cradling her penis in the soft warm bread, it
was an exact match for the length of her shaft. Her cock's
swollen head protruded past the end of the bun, throbbing and
seething with life. Even in the shadows it glistened with
slippery wet enticement. As I slowly dropped to my knees I
thanked her for giving me another chance.
"You want to thank me..." she said looking down, "don't smash
that bun. I'm going to cum all over it then watch you eat
it."
I gulped as my nervousness returned. I wasn't expecting that,
and it scared the crap out of me. For a moment I was also
half expecting some passer by on the street fifty feet away
to cry out in disgust and call the cops. I must have zoned
out, because I felt her hand gently pushing on the back of my
head. I looked up at her again and smiled, then carefully
moved my hand in place to hold the bun around the shaft of
her tool. She let go, unclipped the tiny strap that barely
held the front of shirt closed and began playing with her
breasts. They were large and from what I could tell
completely natural. They had a slight sag and a soft elastic
like stretch. I watched her tease her left nipple to erection
then pinch it as she closed her eyes and started breathing
heavy. She gave my head another gentle push and I realized I
was stalling. I looked at the head of her penis, it's large
hole half open as if it would gush cum at any moment. I
nervously stuck out my tongue and slowly let it connect with
the tip of Cindy's flesh. She took a deep breath in as I
slowly started moving my tongue around the head of her penis.
I had no idea what I was doing. I opened my lips and was
surprised how much just the head of her cock filled my mouth.
I sucked on it. Hard, then soft, then hard again. I must have
been giving her the worst oral sex she ever had in her life.
The whole time I was terrified I'd accidently do something
horrible with my teeth. She moaned softly and panted a little
as I fumbled my way through giving my first blow job.
"Take the bun away," she said in a soft, breathy voice.
I let the hand holding the bun drop, careful not to squeeze
it too much. I gently held one of her thighs with the other
hand, just tight enough to keep balance on my knees.
My mouth still filled with the head of her penis, I felt her
other hand cup the back of my head.
"Swallow me!" She said excitedly.
Before I could process it, she pushed hard on my head an her
cock shoved it's way down my throat. My head jerked back
instinctively and she shoved it back towards her again. My
throat seized as her meat forced its way down again and she
let my head go. I quickly pulled my head away from her cock
and it took everything I had not to puke on the spot. I
coughed and gagged, then looked up at her in terrified
confusion. Her face was so genuinely apologetic, I thought
she might cry.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I've never done this with a human
before. I promise to be more gentle. But If you want, we can
stop."
I caught my breath and told her I wanted to continue. She put
her hands back on my head and this time rubbed them through
my hair as I sucked her. When she pushed my head away, I knew
she was ready to cum. I held the bun open at the tip of her
cock and watched it erupt on it's own. Her hands were still
tickling my scalp, my hands were holding the bread. I had no
idea a penis could fire on it's own that way. She shot five
hot creamy streams, spilling over the bread and between my
fingers, before globs of sperm began slowly oozing out of her
penis. I moved the bun and gently sucked the oozing cum from
her digit. She gasped in surprise and let out a series of
moans. It was my first time tasting sperm; it was disgusting!
'This is what's soaking into the piece of bread she wants me
to eat,' I thought to myself as I swallowed her spew as fast
as I could. I kept sucking softly on her head until she
begged me to stop between pants. Afterwards I stood up and
showed her the sperm soaked bun was undamaged.
"I've never had anyone do that before." She took the bun from
me as we kissed. "Now, say ahhh." She said as our lips
parted.
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