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“Hey, how about going out for a drink after work, Marsha?”

“No, Eric. It’s been a long day and I just want to go home
and crawl into a hot bath with a bottle of wine,” she said. Marsha acted overly
tired so as not to hurt his feelings since it was his first week.

Eric shrugged off the refusal then smiled after her comment.
“Need any help?” Eric asked, pepping up quickly.

“Ha, Ha,” she replied while walking away.

Marsha undressed from work while she looked into her closet
for something comfortable to put on. Amongst her vast array of business and
formal wear was some men’s clothing she had gathered from past boyfriends and
overnight liaisons she’d met and basically used for companionship and sex. She
slipped out of her heels and let her skirt fall to the ground.
Damn that
crap is so uncomfortable.

She wiggled her toes and gazed at a sport coat hanging in
the corner. As she put it on she could still smell the faint fragrance of
cologne in the fabric.
Nathan, this was Nathan’s
, she remembered fondly
as she smiled and licked her lips. It fit loosely, but it looked rather
stylish. So she tore through her closet and drawers looking for something to
match the jacket
. Good thing brown is an easy color to match
, she
thought.

She stared into the mirror and thought,
Shit, I look
pretty damn good for a guy!
The sports bra held her breasts tight to her so
with all the layers she could pass for being a guy.

There was something missing.
Oh yes
! She rolled up a
couple socks and tucked them into her pants to give the illusion of being a
man. Of course, the bulge in her pants reminded her of a man she knew. He had a
HUGE bulge, and knew how to use it!

Damn, keeping this thing straight is a bitch! No wonder
guys are always adjusting themselves.
The finishing touch was a Stetson
cowboy hat with her hair tucked in. Then, never being one to shy away from a
new experience, Marsha was out the door to the local hot spot to see if she
could pull this off.

At the club Marsha blended in nicely. Probably better than
expected. At the end of the bar was an attractive woman staring at her. She was
very tall but slender with shoulder-length hair and wearing a sporty dress and
cowboy boots—pretty cute. She looked like someone she might have seen before
shopping or something.

Now she’d never thought about this situation. At first
Marsha was a little uncomfortable but at the same time it was a little
exciting.

“You wanna dance?” the woman asked.

“Uh, sure,” Marsha replied, trying to lower her voice.

After a couple of line dances and a few Jack Daniel’s,
‘Mark’ was feeling a lot better. As the ‘Boot Scoot Boogie’ ended they started
to play Toby Keith’s new slow ballad and the woman, whose name was Erica,
grabbed her to slow dance. She grabbed her tightly to keep the charade going
but wasn’t sure if the woman would notice her otherwise female features.

God, this woman is attractive and smells so good.

“You don’t talk too much, do you Mark?” Erica whispered.

Marsha couldn’t help but hold tighter to this woman as she
thought about being with another woman. She wasn’t a lesbian or anything, but
the thought had crossed her mind before. Like when one of her male friends was
making love to her and she needed something to fantasize about other than the
guy’s hairy ass.

Suddenly Erica grasped her ass and kissed her on the neck
right below the ear.

WOW!

She slowly moved her hand around the front and grabbed hard
onto the sock. Erica whispered into her ear, “Let’s get out of here.” Then bit
on her earlobe.

Oh man, what do I do?
she thought, ideas racing
through her mind.

Back at her place, Marsha set out some wine, turned the
lights down and put on some soft music just like all her boyfriends had done.
Also, it gave her time to think of how to explain to Erica about what was going
on. She glanced over and saw the firelight faintly flickering on Erica’s face
making her look that much more attractive.
How the hell am I going to pull
this off?
she thought to herself.
I am going to tell her I was curious
about dressing and acting like a man. And that I am so sexually motivated by
her that I want to…no, I can’t.

She handed Erica a glass of wine. Sitting down across from
her, Marsha smiled shyly.

“
Uh, Erica, uh, I’d like
—,”
she stuttered.

“Don’t be shy, Mark. I’m a big girl,” Erica said as she slid
off the couch and sat in front of Marsha between her legs. She set her hands on
Marsha’s legs, and moved them slowly up to her sides. Gently grasping Marsha’s
neck, she motioned her to come closer until their mouths met. She slightly
parted her mouth, barely tracing Marsha’s lips with the tip of her tongue. They
were so soft. Marsha was almost euphoric with pleasure as she opened her eyes.

“I need to tell you something,” she said as Erica leaned her
back in the chair.

Marsha couldn’t move as Erica slowly kissed her neck and
licked the perspiration beading up around her neckline. There was no turning
back now. Intense excitement built up inside her. Erica slowly unbuttoned the
shirt exposing Marsha’s breasts. Looking surprised, Erica wickedly smiled. She
was amazed at the way Marsha’s breasts firmed to her attentions and buried her
face into the cleavage and pulled the bra up with her teeth.

Marsha’s chest heaved with every deep breath, and she
couldn’t help but want Erica to continue. Every touch sent electric shocks straight
down to the scalding fire burning between her thighs. Ecstasy drove all thought
from Marsha’s mind.

“
Please, release me!” she begged. The intensity just
kept building.

“Lie down and close your eyes,” Erica asked.

Erica could see what she needed and lay Marsha down on the
rug. She pulled her shirt and pants off. Erica painstakingly massaged Marsha’s
body starting at her chest, caressing her breasts. When she gently rubbed on
Marsha’s tight nipples, Marsha felt tingling sensations down to her bucking pelvis.
As Erica removed her anticipation-soaked panties Marsha couldn’t control her
thrusting. She needed to explode from this pent-up sexual frenzy.

Erica moved her hands in a circular motion towards Marsha’s
pubis and slipped her finger between the outer lips of her vagina. The juices
were beckoning her to explore deeper so she slid her index finger inside.
Marsha moaned deeply, raising her hips to pull Erica’s finger in deeper and her
muscles drew it in and held on tightly. She grabbed onto the carpet beneath her
and clenched tightly as another finger was forced into her. Erica moved her
fingers in a tight rotating movement, stroking against Marsha’s engorged
clitoris. Marsha’s pussy was so supersensitive that nothing else even
mattered—her entire focus was on that one spot.

Erica reached underneath her ass, picked up her pelvis and
dove face first into her muff, forcing her tongue inside. Marsha melted. It was
as if honey were poured onto her pussy. Erica spread her fingers apart exposing
her clitoris, then lashed it with her tongue. The way she licked the hood and
length of her clit made Marsha almost pass out from the desperate need to
climax. Erica slid her finger deep into Marsha’s wetness and, finding her G
spot, plunged repeatedly harder and deeper against it. The glorious and
riveting pulses rushing through her body only added to the intensity of her
orgasm when Marsha finally let go and shook uncontrollably.

Marsha’s legs were like Jell-O, so weak and limber from all
the tension released. Her shaking was still very apparent and uncontrollable.
She was still lying on the rug with only the light from the fire shining on her
glistening sweat when she said,
“
My god, I’ve never been with a woman. I
don’t know what to do but if you tell me…is there anything I can do for you?
”
She really wanted Erica to show her. “What do you want me to do?”

When Erica didn’t respond, Marsha rolled over to Erica and
kissed her and moved down her body to her skirt. She slowly pulled up her skirt
to her crotch and saw something distinctly peculiar: men’s underwear wrapped
with an Ace bandage. Confused she looked up at Erica with a “HUH” on her face.

While Marsha lay there, Erica took off her wig—she was
really Eric. Actually he made a pretty woman and not that bad-looking a guy.

“You know, the next time someone asks you out don’t be so
hesitant.”

“
I thought there was something familiar about you,
”
Marsha said.

“
Next time you shouldn’t wear boots with a long
skirt.”

Debra was trying unsuccessfully to put her briefcase into
the upper compartment, struggling obviously, when Jim stepped up beside her.

“These things can be a bitch. Let me move mine out of the
way then yours will fit in there.”

“Why thank you,” she said, checking out his ass as he
reached up to put her bag away.

“I’m sorry. I always bring more than I need for these long
trips, thinking I’ll get some work done. Hello, by the way. I’m Jim.”

“Debra. Nice meeting you.” She shook his strong hand
noticing his long, thick fingers.

Debra was an extremely successful businesswoman with a
Fortune 500 computer company. But being a workaholic, she never had much time
for any kind of relationship or recreation. A corporate takeover was the only
reason she had taken this trip. Because she was a good-looking blonde, people
envisioned her sleeping her way up the company ladder. The reality was she
fought hard to keep her reputation intact. She was a bitch.

Jim was flying back to LA for a job interview. His family
still lived there, but he had moved away for a job in Detroit that fell apart.
He wanted to get a job back home in California and this was his big chance.

After listening to Sade’s new CD on the headphones and
downing martinis, Debra was feeling pretty mellow. She and Jim started talking
and pretty soon she was flirting with him, unbuttoning the top two buttons on
her blouse to reveal her large, completely paid for breasts. They were talking
about themselves and sex eventually popped up. Jim had “popped up” too, so he
adjusted his swelling growth in his trousers many times. Being a little
embarrassed, he requested a pillow from the stewardess.

Debra was telling him about some of her more elaborate
fantasies and how having sex in public places really turned her on. But, then
the drinks or all the rain outside the plane made her need to go to the
bathroom. So she got up and leaned over to him saying, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll
be right back,” giving Jim a complete view of her breasts. Her hand
accidentally fell into his lap…accidentally. She raised her eyebrow at the length
of Jim’s hardness.

“No problem,” he said, adjusting his crotch again.

She stepped into the bathroom. Her head spun a little as she
sat down. Suddenly there was a cracking sound. The plane jolted and the lights
started flickering. She stood up, quickly pulling herself together, and opened
the door.

As Debra stepped out of the restroom she yelled, “What the
hell is—???” and before she could finish the question Jim was in front of her.

Jim forced her back into the bathroom and switched on the
occupied sign. Debra looked into Jim’s eyes and saw his desperation.

“Don’t say a word,” Debra ordered.

With their end in sight they had nothing to lose. Debra
violently tugged at his pants, while Jim tried to unbutton her expensive
blouse. As the turbulence increased so did their fury. He slammed her back
against the wall and ripped open her blouse, scattering the buttons everywhere.
He buried his face in her bosom and licked her cleavage hungrily. She
unbuttoned his pants and forced the zipper down, unaware he wasn’t wearing any
underwear. Jim’s scream was excruciatingly loud. After the initial pain
subsided, he tugged and tore at her underwear shredding them from her body.

He grabbed her hands and shoved them against the wall. With
one hand he lifted her backside up. The other held her leg at his hip. No words
were said as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. He plunged into her
letting out a deep moan. There was also a loud sucking sound. Her ass was
pressing against the flush button on the bathroom wall. The turbulence from the
plane increased and the vibrations shook the walls.

Debra closed her eyes and wondered when the plane would
crash.
What’s going to happen to my family? How long will it take them to
find us? Won’t it look kind of funny if they find our bodies in the plane
bathroom? My father’s gonna have a cardiac. I hope they bury me in that pretty
dark blue pantsuit I just bought. Who the fuck is this guy I’m having sex with?
At least he’s pretty good at it.

The plane violently shook, bringing Debra back to reality.
She could feel her climax building. Pushing her feet against the wall and
leaning back, Debra spread her legs wider, almost touching her knees to her
shoulders. Licking her finger, she then rubbed her exposed clit. Her pussy was
on fire. Jim watched and held her ass up, continuing to ravish her. She saw the
veins pulse on his cock as it sank into her pussy. Closing her eyes
ecstatically, she felt the ripples in her vaginal walls as they tightened
around his swelling cock. She moaned and shrieked loudly, banging her fists on
the wall. The end was nearing for both the plane and for her. Debra pulled his
hair, bringing his face to hers. Their lips met and she forced her tongue deep
into his mouth.

Jim was like a jackhammer, slamming deeper and faster into
her, then it happened. They screamed together. The climax was so intense they
felt the walls shaking and moving. They came together knowing they were
crashing toward the ground.

The stewardess looked down on them as they tumbled out of
the bathroom. Jim fell to the floor on his back and Debra toppled out the door
on top of him. Dizzy and breathless, Debra looked up. Jim couldn’t see anything
because Debra’s crotch was on his face.

“I’m sorry I opened the door…but with all the screaming and
crashing about in there, I was concerned someone might have gotten trapped,”
the stewardess said while trying to keep a straight face. “Could you please go
to your seat? Please madam, could you tuck that boob in.”

“But, the plane… I thought it was crashing???” Debra asked
while straightening out her clothes as best she could.

“No, we were just having some major turbulence over this
nasty storm. Uh, sir, could you please put that thing away?”

“Mummmbble, mum, mummble,” Jim fumbled with his trousers as
his dick stood out like a flagpole.

“Oh, sorry Jim. I’ll get up.” Debra giggled while sliding
off of his face.

They both gathered and straightened up their clothes. While
walking back to their seats the other passengers applauded.

“So,” she said trying to compose herself, “where was this
interview going to be?”

“It’s at a company called ‘Compute-graphix.’”

“Uh, is your name Jim
Johnson
?’

“Why yes, it is.”

“Oh, um, I’m Debra Carlson. I’m supposed to interview you
tomorrow but this, um, preliminary interview has told me enough. You seem to
have met all my requirements and criteria. You’re hired.”