It was about a ten minute drive when we reached the restaurant, and it was magnificent. Beautiful strings of light guided us through the garden with fountains and palm trees before we reached the entrance. Some sort of butler greeted us in a French accent, as he took Master Rex and Milady (me) to our table. Champagne was waiting.
As someone poured two glasses, we toasted, and Rex said “To the most beautiful woman in this room!” I could feel my cheeks coloring, but then a woman stopped at our table and she said, “Well thank you, darling.”
She was older, but indeed very good looking. Like a queen, I thought. Probably owned this place. She pecked Rex on his cheek and then asked who his lovely lady was. He introduced me as Jocelyn and her as Mrs Ferguson, indeed the owner of the restaurant. She took my hand and looked me in the eyes, appraising me, then she said, “My pleasure Miss Jocelyn. You look just delightful.” I told her thanks, and how it was lovely to meet her. As she started to move to the next table, Rex said, “Oh by the way, Del sends her love.”
I gasped. This was his mother. She saw my reaction and smiled. “Of course”, she said, “I figured you were there, I'd recognize her jewelry everywhere. Now, you behave”, and she looked sternly at her son, then looked at me, and a smile formed, “and you enjoy, darling.” I could just push a “Thank you, ma'am” out.
It was clear to me now how he could have made a reservation, with only hours to spare. It also made it clear that his family was rich. Loaded. Yet I could still see us together comfortably in that pizzeria.
You did not just pay for food here, but also for the experience. Before we could order even, some appetizers were put on our table. Little one bite delicacies, some fish, some chicken. There was caviar, and a glass with steam dropping down from it, eventually revealing another treat.
We shared a starter of large shrimps together, but I had to stop myself from taking too much, thinking about what Delilah had said about watching my diet.
Rex had clearly been dying to ask me something. It was about me not having any money on me. Then how had I managed to play poker with his friends? The way he said friends made me question how long he had known them, directing him away from his original question. He'd only met them a few weeks before and since one of their poker buddies had left the state the week before, they were looking for a replacement. That's when Rex had passed them, while walking the beach, and he enjoyed the quiet there, plus he loved the game. And he always brought a loaded cooler, so he was adopted quickly.
But he knew them well enough that they would not allow a player without any money. So how had I managed?
Having explained it earlier to his sister made it now much easier to talk about it, and five minutes later he was angry about what his so-called buddies had done to me. He was going to have a serious talk with them.
I talked him out of it. And I explained that me not telling the full truth at the time left them now with a debt towards me. I could collect that debt any time I wanted, which would prevent them from doing anything bad to me, if I would walk there again.
He grudgingly agreed. His instinct told him to go there and pound on a few faces. But he understood my girl's logic that would prevent any retaliation at some point in the future against me.
Our mains had arrived by then, and I looked longingly at the steak that Rex received, which was bigger than my whole salad, which was delicious by the way. But I kept looking as he cut pieces of the red meat, medium rare, just the way I like it best myself. I tried not to show that I was salivating.
When some of the red juice, blood if you like, dripped from his chin, I reached across the table and wiped it clean with my finger, and without thinking I put my finger in my mouth and savored the taste with my eyes closed. As I opened my eyes again I saw the incredulous look on his face, and I asked “What?”
“That was no doubtedly the single most sexy move I have ever seen a woman make”, he said after he swallowed his food. I had no clue what he was talking about, but when he asked if I wanted a piece, my mouth said “Oh yes” before my mind caught up.
He cut off a piece of his steak and moved it on his fork across the table, and as I instinctively opened my mouth, he pushed it in slowly. Every one of my taste buds exploded. The steak was so tender it simply melted on my tongue, and the taste was out of this world. Again my eyes closed as I chewed the meat, wishing I had my own.
He smiled now, liking my sexy reaction once more. And he would cut a piece for himself, then feed me a piece again. My salad was completely forgotten as we were busy in the most erotic dance I had ever participated in.
The magic didn't stop until the complete steak was done, and suddenly we became aware of our surroundings again. Rex wiped a bit of juice from my chin now, and as he licked his finger I fell in love.
Don't question me. I know this is way too soon, and one hundred percent Jocelyn talking. Fact of the matter though, this man was my perfect soulmate. And when he said that I was the first woman he met that loved steak more than him and that he wished he could do this every day, I knew he had similar thoughts about me.
Suddenly it hit me. “Picture! I want to save this moment forever.” And as I got my camera app up and have Rex take my picture, the waiter appeared from nowhere and asked, “Want me to take you together?”
Of course! I motioned Rex to sit next to me, because I had the best background behind me, and the TPG logo was clearly visible. As he took his position, his hand settled on my skirt, and I felt a thrill. The waiter took at least five pictures, the last one of us kissing.
It was supposed to be just a posing kiss, but the moment I tasted steak juice on his tongue, I went for it. Rex defended cleverly and his tongue was strong, but mine more agile. It was the tiniest shred of meat, but it was mine, and suddenly Del's words sounded back in my head. Put my lips on his meat.
The waiter politely tried to get our attention, and we broke apart, me victoriously. As I got my phone back, there were at least ten pictures, five of them from our battle kiss. As Rex saw them he asked me to text them to him.
It was the oldest trick in the book, and even I had used it successfully to obtain a girl's phone number. But it was our memory together, so I was happy to share. I also texted a picture of us, both laughing at the camera, to Sophie and to Delilah, who had given her number for when I needed her to un-feminise me. Replies came instantly. A “Oh.. wow!” from Sophie and a string of hearts, kisses and smileys from Del, both very satisfying, I thought.
Rex never went back to his own seat. We sat close together and finished the bottle of champagne by drinking it from one glass, sip after sip. My lipstick was on the glass, and I could see him lick bits of it, when it was his turn to take a sip. He loved my taste as much as I loved his.
We shared a piece of cheesecake for dessert, and he was spoonfeeding me now, each of us eager to get more of the other's taste. The icecream that came with it was probably not good for my diet, but at least it cooled the butterflies in my belly, from him rubbing my leather.
All in all it was the best dinner I ever had, and when I told his mom so, when she checked on us, she took my face in her hands and kissed me motherly. Then she asked Rex if he was going to bring me to the family gathering the next day. “Of course”, he said, and she nodded her approval.
It wasn't until later, when we walked hand in hand through the gardens surrounding the restaurant, that I realized Jocelyn was going to stay for another day, and I basked in the warm feeling it gave me.
There was a horse and carriage at the end, and it toured us through town, and I felt like the happiest girl in the world. It stopped at the top of a hill, and the driver told us to be back in fifteen minutes. As Rex guided me to Lover's Peak, the view across the city of lights took my breath away. He pointed beyond the city where the ocean could be seen during day time, and he called it “our beach”.
He sat down on the soft grass, and I nestled between his legs as we overlooked the romantic view. His arms were around me, as he pulled me into him, and I could feel his heart pounding against my back. I closed my eyes and I wondered how I had gotten so lucky.
I wanted his hand back on my leather, so I twisted slightly and our lips met again, while he rubbed my skirt longingly. This time no battle, I gave myself freely to him. His mouth connected with mine for at least five minutes, as my body turned to wax. He touched every spot in my mouth, and I silently thanked Del for giving me a toothbrush while she transformed me.
She had said he had a leather fetish, but the feeling on the “inside” of the leather was intoxicating. I didn't want him to ever stop rubbing me. I'd wear leather for him forever.
When we heard the horse whinny, we knew our time here was up, and he simply lifted me up and carried me in his arms. He did all the right things to make me feel like a princess. And when he asked me to come to his place, I said “of course!”
As the carriage dropped us off at a beautiful building, he led me to the top floor, the penthouse as he called it, and once more he wowed me. His place was definitely worthy of a princess. Modern and classic mixed flawlessly, leather, of course, in the sitting room, chrome and steel in the kitchen. I wondered about the bedroom.
I needed the bathroom badly. And when I saw my face in the mirror, it was Jocelyn looking back. Delilah would have been upset that she'd not updated her lipstick, but I quickly fixed it. Her lips were well used tonight.
As I sat down at the toilet I considered for the first time what the hell I was doing. I had fallen in love, that much was clear, and so had Rex. But hidden under Jocelyn's face was good old Josh, who had his own life, with a lovely girlfriend at that.
But what he had thought of as love and being in love with her, was clearly a cheap substitute for the real thing that he was now experiencing in full force. Jocelyn was a one day flick, well maybe a two day thing now. But once the breasts came off, would she ever come back?
Should she tell Rex the truth, and disappear from his life? Or take the night first, to see if the magic continued? And maybe steal a few more hours, meeting his family?
If this had happened to me a year ago, say Sophie was really a guy, how would I have reacted? Had I found out after our first date, I'd probably called it quits, if I was honest with myself. But she turned out to be such a great friend, I would probably stick with her. As a friend. But as a lover?
This is what you get when you compare apples to pears. They may both be sweet, but one has soft meat, and the other is crispy. I like both! But what is the chance you find your soulmate?
Apples, pears, guys, girls, boyfriends and girlfriends. Did any of that matter if you were one of the few lucky people in the world to find their soulmate? Was Rex mine? It seemed so, but what if he was just very good on a first date? If Jocelyn stuck around some more, would we not find out? If Jocelyn stuck around…
The solution of this problem slowly formed in my head, despite the champagne, despite the beers earlier, despite the burning sun on my head when I fell asleep on the beach, despite the first blow jobs I was pressured into giving. If Jocelyn stuck around…
It would take effort to become Josh again, and no effort at all to stay Jocelyn. Well, she needed more clothes and stuff, but I was sure Sophie would help me. Her “Oh… wow!” said it all. She was happy for her friend, but gave up on her boyfriend. But she would help her friend, the girl she technically had created.
I could take a vacation from my work. Work remotely on Monday and ask for an immediate two weeks. My boss had urged me a few times already to take my days. Two weeks should be enough to find out if this magic, this love was real. And if it was, then we could handle the Josh issue together. Maybe Jocelyn would stick around…
Knowing my path forward, I gave Jocelyn full control. She loved the bedroom that Rex took her. She knew that Rex was very aroused, but she also knew that he would honor her virginity. She would take matters in her own hand, haha, his meat in her hands, and put her fresh lipstick on it, marking him as hers. She was forced earlier into the experience, now she looked forward to it. Did someone not say she was “the best fuck ever?”
But Rex had different ideas. He brought it up very carefully. She was probably an anal virgin as well, but would it violate her original vows to save herself for marriage? I had no idea and neither had Jocelyn. But it would make Rex happy, it seemed. And wasn't that our real goal?
I asked him if he would be gentle, because I was scared. He told me that nothing else but me mattered to him, so he would be extremely careful. And he was scared too. It was that last thing he said that made up my mind. I didn't want us to be scared for one another. So I begged him, “Please make me your woman!”
He unwrapped my top, as I unbuttoned his. I had seen his muscles already, but now I traced my nails over them, and I saw him shiver. I took his pants down and freed his manhood. It was long, but not super thick, and I realized it might fit me. I started dropping my skirt, but he begged me to keep it on. I wanted nothing more.
He liked my lingerie and my stockings, thanks Del, so they stayed on as well. He simply lifted me up and put me down on all fours on his mattress. Then he pushed my leather up on my hips, so I could spread my legs better. He pulled my panties to the side and then I felt his fingers massaging some lubricant on my skin, around my hole. The same fingers that soothed my skin on the beach. And I relaxed. I had given myself to him and I was his.
And boy, was he gentle, almost too much. I felt his tip push into me, slowly moving in and out, relieving the initial pain. When I got used to it he moved in deeper, the slippery goo helping. As I realized he was indeed the perfect fit for me, I urged him to go faster. I reveled in the total alien sensation. And after that initial pain the feeling was interesting.
He went faster, but with his length it still took long before I felt his balls slap my behind. I had taken him in fully and I still wanted more. His strong hands squeezed my leather hips, and I was totally at his mercy now. That specific thought, that I was his woman, the woman he was fucking from behind, was the last time that I saw myself and Jocelyn as two different people. I was her now, and she was me. And my man loved the woman I had become.
Once you accept that, it suddenly was easy to urge him on. “Come baby, fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!” Maybe he was still gentle, I wouldn't know, but the speed of his movements increased and I heard his moans and grunts now as well. I recognized the sounds, he was getting closer. I gave him a last warning, as I realized we hadn't discussed it. “Don't you dare to pull out now, I want your cream inside me!”
I think that took him over the edge, maybe he hadn't been sure I wanted it. But a huge grunt started and suddenly I felt him spray my insides. I was proud. Proud he liked me enough to fuck me. Proud he loved me enough to fill me up. Proud to be a woman. Proud to be his woman.
As he slowly pulled out, he pushed a pillow under me, and told me not to move. I held still, as he jumped off the bed and came back with a towel. He cleaned me first from all the lube he had put on me. Then, with the towel between my legs, he lifted my upper body, until I sat straight up. I could feel his seed run out from my hole, staining his towel, until it finally stopped.
He actually had a thin pad, like a small washcloth, that he put in my panties, before he pulled it back. Then he pulled my skirt back down and planted a hard kiss on it. He knew I hadn't cum, how could I, but he saw my body shiver from the sensation, and it was enough for me. I turned around and kissed him hard myself.
Once we had both recovered, I went to the bathroom and sat down and let go. More of his goo came out, and I wiped it all carefully. When I was convinced I was clean, I took off my leather, my stockings and my lingerie, except for my panties. Then I pulled the silk slip dress over my head and I brushed my teeth. I replaced my earrings for the studs Dell had given me. Then I went back to bed, where my man was waiting.
We cuddled briefly, but I was so exhausted, still from my tough week, followed by a very active Saturday that ended in a new type of sex, and I was asleep in minutes. Early in the morning we had sex once more, and as I enjoyed him caressing my silk, I also felt a pang of pleasure inside me. What did that mean?