A Late-Night Visit

Hi all, just a quick one this time, nothing complex. As usual, it's a trans story involving a girl with a dick. The guy is the top, the t-girl is the bottom. Hope you enjoy it :)

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It was 1 am. There was a knock on the door to my holiday villa. The sound echoed through the little building and onto the small veranda at the back. As I sat reading under the glow of the lamp affixed to the rear wall, my brow furrowed. I wasn't expecting any visitors, certainly not at this hour.

I tilted my book down and looked out into the distance, wondering whether I should respond. The ink-black waters of the Ionian Sea glinted beneath the moonlight, but proffered no answer to my dilemma. My first inclination was just to ignore the sound and pretend to be asleep, but curiosity got the better of me.

I sighed, carefully put my book down on the little table, and swung my feet off the padded wooden recliner. I got up and walked into the building. I had left the lights on, and the interior lay illuminated before me. My bed and suitcase lay on one side of the room, a little kitchenette area on the other. It was hot and humid. As my feet passed over the tiled floor, I rued my decision to stay in a place without air conditioning.

Before opening the door, I took the precaution of looking through the peephole. I was surprised, but not disappointed, by what I saw. A little smile spread across my face.

I quickly flicked the latch and compressed the handle. As I pulled the door open, the sound of creaking hinges called out into the night. On the other side stood Hannah. Her slim, pale body was framed by the dim-lit cypress trees on the far side of the road, which stood motionless in the still air. She was dressed in a cute little white dress. It was the same dress that she'd been wearing to dinner earlier. She smiled at me nervously.

"Hey, Steve," she said.

"Hey," I replied.

Hannah smoothed her dress down with fidgety hands.

"It's hot," she said with a slightly affected sigh. "I couldn't sleep, and I saw the lights were on over here. I guessed you were still awake. I was wondering if you wanted some company?"

Her cheeks grew pink as she spoke. Upon the completion of her last word, she turned away slightly so that her shoulder-length blonde hair partly shrouded her face. I guess she was wondering how I would react to her unexpected visit.

I smiled, Hannah had no cause for concern. There was no way I was going to turn away such a charming young woman.

"Sure," I said. "Is it just you?"

Hannah was nineteen and from Kansas. She was staying in the villa across the street with her mother, Jennifer. I had met the two of them that morning. Jennifer seemed enamored by my British accent, and upon learning that I was vacationing alone, she had invited me over to their place for dinner that evening. I had readily accepted.

Over the meal, the three of us had a good time. We had eaten some of Jennifer's home-made sofrito, drank some beer, and shared a few laughs. I'd very much enjoyed their company, but I had no wish to overstay my welcome. At around 11 pm, I had excused myself and retired to my own villa. I had presumed that would be the limit of my social interaction for the evening.

"Yep, it's just me," Hannah said. "My mom is asleep."

"Okay, no problem," I said. "Yeah, it would be nice to have some company."

Hannah brushed the hair from her cheeks and smiled.

"Cool," she said.

Although it was an odd hour for a visit, Hannah's presence was very welcome. I was thirty-four and newly divorced. I'd rented a villa on the Greek Island of Corfu as a place to clear my head and relax. New female company wasn't something that I had been actively pursuing, but nor was it something I was going to push away. In the back of my mind, I'd kind of hoped to meet someone out here, even if the possibility seemed remote.

"Well come in," I said, opening the door wider to let her in.

Hannah tentatively looked down at the floor and padded into the villa. As I closed the door, I couldn't help but take a peek at the firm bubble of her ass and her long, smooth legs. I decided to look away before she caught me staring.

"Do you want a beer?" I asked. "Or a glass of water? That's the only other thing I've got."

"Sure, I'll have a beer," she said.

I went over to the kitchenette area and opened the fridge. As the appliance hummed and cast white light across my chest, Hannah walked over next to me and stood close. Very close, in fact. If I hadn't felt so attracted to her, it would have felt awkward. The smooth bare skin of her arm pressed unnecessarily against my own.

I grabbed the bottle opener and flicked off the cap.

"Here you go," I said with a smile.

"Thanks, Steve," she said.

I looked into her eyes, and she held my gaze for a second. Redness flushed across her cheeks, then she looked down at the floor.

I'd been paying attention to Hannah's behavior since the moment we met. Whenever we'd been together, she'd been serving me an abundance of little glances, smiles, and touches. I was confident that she was attracted to me. If I was right, the feeling was mutual: I was very attracted to her.

I decided that it didn't hurt to be bold. I placed my hand gently on Hannah's lower back. As I made contact, she inhaled quickly, but smiled. She showed no sign of pulling away. I guided her out onto the veranda, and she sat down on the recliner next to my own.

She swung her legs out along the padded cover, and looked out to sea.

"This view is amazing," she said. "It's so much better than the one we get in our villa, we're facing inland. It's so pretty out here."

The villa sat atop a gentle hill and looked out across the bay. A hundred or meters or so in the distance was the beach. I couldn't quite make out the sand, but thin streaks of white foam from incoming wavelets revealed its presence. A little further out, the silhouettes of fishing boats undulated softly on the glimmering waters.

"It sure is," I said. "Almost as pretty as you."

I wasn't usually quite so direct, but I'd had a few beers.

I looked over at Hannah, she glanced back and smiled. She bit her lip, then looked back out to the sea. Other than the soft ambient sound of the cicada song, all I could hear was Hannah's breathing.

"So I've been thinking about what you said earlier," she said.

"About what, exactly?" I asked.

Hannah took a few deep breaths, fanned her face with her hand quickly.

"About the fact you said that you'd date a trans girl," she said.

I laughed.

"Ah, okay," I replied. "Yeah, as I said, I don't have any problem dating trans girls."

The subject had come up earlier, shortly after Hannah's revelation that she was herself, trans. She'd been quite open about it. However, it wasn't until her mother had gone to the bathroom that she'd mentioned her struggles with dating.

Hannah was a college student in a small, mid-western university. It seemed her classmates were mostly supportive, but she'd still heard some comments and giggles about her trans status, which had knocked her confidence. Finding a boyfriend was also challenging. Although she was sure that many guys were attracted to her, they seemed worried they'd be made fun of if they dated her. I guess that was a possibility. She'd asked me whether I would ever date a trans girl. I'd responded that I would.

"I didn't tell you this earlier," I continued. "But I used to have a trans girlfriend."

"Oh really, was that the girl you were married to?" she asked.

We'd discussed my marriage, and my subsequent divorce around the dinner table. After all, the main reason why I'd flown out here was to relax and recover from the ordeal. Jennifer had sympathized, she had been through a divorce herself.

"No," I said. "That was before my marriage."

"Oh, okay," Hannah said. "That's cool."

I decided I needed to keep on escalating. I was hot, restless and horny. Hannah's arms lay by the side of her. I reached over and touched her open palm. She gulped, paused for a second, then gently grasped my fingers.

"Did your ex... you know... still have her bits," Hannah asked.

I laughed.

"Yeah," I said. "Her 'bits' were still there."

With her free hand, Hannah grabbed her beer and took down a big gulp.

"Cool," she said. "That's cool."

I gave Hannah's hand a little squeeze.

"Why don't we push these recliners a little closer together," I said.

Hannah nodded. We got up and manoeuvered the recliners together, so they were touching. Neither recliner had any armrests, and I tilted the backrests down until they were horizontal. It was as if we'd created a little double bed for ourselves on the veranda.

We lay down close to one another, on our sides. Hannah was breathing quickly. With my hand on the underside of my body, I reached out and held hers again.

"What did the two of you get up to," she said. "You know... in the bedroom."

She looked at me, intently.

I laughed and paused for a second. It was a very private question.

"Come on," she said, as the seconds ticked by. "I want to know."

I wondered whether it was too personal, but what harm could it do? She was probably just looking for further reassurance that I really was okay with trans girls.

"Oh, you know, the usual stuff. I'd go down on her. She'd go down on me. We'd have sex," I said. "Occasionally, I'd tie her to the bedposts. That kind of thing."

Hannah gave a little pant of laugher.

"You're a bad boy, Steve," she said. "One hundred naughty points to you, I guess."

I laughed.

"I'm glad you like it," I said.

Hannah's eyes twinkled, then she swallowed.

"I think you're really cute," she said.

I gave her hand a little squeeze.

"And," she continued. "I'm really, really horny."

"Me too," I said.

She pursed her lips

"I'll suck yours if you suck mine," she said.

"Now, who's the one who's getting the naughty points?" I responded with a smile.

I looked down at her lips, and she giggled nervously.

"Come here, beautiful," I said.

I moved my free hand to Hannah's waist. She was warm, and I could feel her body trembling slightly. I pulled her close. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

I moved my hand up to her face and gently cupped it. The smoothness of her nineteen-year-old skin was incredible. I drew her towards me. Her breath fluttered, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened slightly. Our lips brushed so very gently.

"Mmm," she murmured.

"You're so fucking cute," I whispered.

I kissed her softly, enjoying the sweet, warm air that left her nostrils, and the minty taste of her saliva. As we made out, I released her face and began to explore her delicious body. I ran my hand over her smooth bare arm. Through my fingertips, I could feel her skin perspiring slightly. Maybe it was the humidity, maybe it was the nerves, maybe it was both.

I ran my hand over her sundress. First, I explored her slim waist, taking my time to feel up and down its beautiful feminine curve. Then I ran my fingers down to her leg. I released a little groan as I touched her exposed thigh. She brought her leg up her body to give me easier access, and I kneaded her flesh with my palm. The sensation of compressing her pale, silky skin in my grasp almost blew my mind. As I reveled in her delectability, my dick began to expand rapidly in my shorts. It quickly stood hard, proud, and fully erect.

"This feels so naughty," she said. "We've only just met!"

"I guess we're both going to get some extra naughty points," I said.

I moved my hand through her hair and bunched a big ball with my hand. Then I pulled it back. Hannah gasped, and I looked at her vulnerable, exposed neck.

"Do you like having your neck kissed?" I asked.

Hannah panted and nodded.

"Yes," she whispered and clenched her teeth in anticipation.

I drew myself close and breathed on her neck, making her shiver.

"Oh fuck," she whispered.

I planted a soft kiss right on the crevice between her neck and her shoulder. Her body squirmed, and she seethed through her clenched teeth.

I kissed a little more intensely, occasionally throwing in a gentle nibble. Hannah's body convulsed. She gasped and moaned. Her legs shifted back and forth along the recliner pad.

"Oh my God," she cried.

I pulled back and looked over her. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. I looked down and saw a small bulge tenting her dress. I couldn't help but reach down and grasp it through the fabric. As I made contact, Hannah's mouth gaped open. I gently squeezed it and massaged it in my hand, extracting groans from her throat. It wasn't huge, but it was hard and radiating heat.

I looked into Hannah's brown eyes and slowly began to jerk her dick through her dress. Her pupils started to roll back into her head. Her body wriggled, and her legs shifted and rubbed against each other.

"Oh fuck," she gasped.

"Does that feel good, Hannah?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she whimpered. "Really good."

"Let's get this dress off you," I said.

"Okay," she said.

She shuffled her body and got to her feet on the far side of the recliner. She gulped and looked at me with an expression of excitement blended with anxious trepidation.

"I'm not wearing anything underneath," she said.

She pulled the flimsy garment up her body and over her shoulders, then she threw it to the floor. She stood in front of me naked and looked at me nervously, seemingly waiting for my approval.

I grinned widely as I looked her up and down.

"Wow," I said.

She smiled in relief at my enthusiasm and bit her lip. Her skin was light, smooth, and glossy. It shimmered under the yellow lamplight and stood in beautiful contrast to the clear black sky above us.

My eyes scanned excitedly over her tits. They were small but perky, with erect expectant nipples. Her slim waist had a gentle feminine curve, bending in towards her belly, then out toward her hips. In the center of it all was her cock. It was below average size, but beautifully formed. It was pale and pink, with a small head. There was a little dark seam running down the underside, all the way to her modest ballsack. She was completely shaven and smooth.

"Do you like my body?" she asked.

"Your body is incredible, Hannah," I whispered.

I decided to join her in her nudity. I swung my feet off the recliner, stood up, and walked round to meet her. I lifted off my t-shirt and pulled down my shorts. I wasn't wearing anything else, it was too hot for underwear. My cock stood rigid to attention, I've not got a monster, but it's bigger than average. It was clearly longer, thicker, and darker than Hannah's. A bead of pre-cum glistened from the end.

Hannah's eyes widened. She reached over and compressed the muscles of my arms with her palms.

"I've wanted to get my hands on you all day," she whispered.

"Likewise," I responded.

I drew myself next to her, cupped her face, and kissed her again. Her tongue slipped quickly into my mouth, and we made out deeply and passionately. With my free hand, I grabbed her bare ass and pulled her close. Our cocks pressed together, squashed between our bodies. One large and masculine, the other small and feminine, and both rock hard with need. The sensation was incredible, like electricity flowing between our two erect shafts.

I pulled back and growled gently under my breath. I gripped my hand around both our cocks and drew them together. As our shafts pressed, the feeling was indescribably good. I couldn't help but start to jerk us. With slow, deliberate movements, I stroked my hand up and down.

"You're so big!" Hannah exclaimed.

I grinned.

"And you're as hot as hell," I whispered back. "I love your sexy girl-cock."

I grunted as waves of pleasure passed through me. Hannah gripped my bicep and rested her head on my shoulder. She moaned gently onto my body.

But jerking wasn't enough; I wanted her little dick in my mouth. I released my grip and sat down on the recliner, so my face was close to her genitals.

"You've got such a beautiful cock," I said.

Hannah whimpered.

I grabbed her ass with one hand and dragged her closer. I planted a little kiss on her hip, feeling her dick brush against the side of my face. The enticing scent of genitals teased my nostrils, but I resisted the desire to sniff closer. I planted an arc of soft, butterfly kisses up her hip, over her stomach, and down to her other hip. Hannah mewled in pleasure.

"Suck me," she whispered.

"Oh, I will," I said, but I hadn't finished experiencing her.

I pressed my nose against her ballsack, and inhaled deeply, drawing the sweet, musky scent up my nose. I licked, kissed, and tasted all around her scrotum, taking heavy, decadent breaths as I went. Hannah wailed. In my peripheral vision, I could see her pinching and tugging a nipple with one hand. She placed her other hand gently on the back of my head.

"Oh God, Hannah," I moaned. "You smell so good. You should bottle this."

I rubbed my face all over her cock and balls before starting to kiss up her shaft.

"Oh fuck," she wailed.

I went all the way to the top and tasted the sweet little bead of pre-cum that had developed on the tip. I rolled my tongue around her head in sloppy circles, then I opened wide and engulfed her cock in my mouth. As I gently tightened my lips around it, I felt Hannah's hand tense in my hair. Her dick was around four inches long, so it wasn't hard to envelop it whole. My lips descend down her shaft until I reached all the way to her pubis. I held her deep inside me and massaged the underside of her dick with my tongue. Her knees buckled slightly, and she moaned out loud.

I slid my lips back up her cock and drew myself off her. I looked up to her face. She stared back at me, wide-eyed.

"More," she whispered. "Please."

I chuckled to myself. I was going to give her a lot more. I couldn't wait for her to spurt down my throat.

I tilted my head back down and licked over her entire cock with my tongue, generously coating it with saliva. Then I engulfed it once more with my mouth. I began gliding rhythmically up and down her shaft, while I manhandled her hot little ass.

Hannah breathed quick and shallow, panting with pleasure.

"Yes," she whispered. "Oh, God, yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping and began to lunge faster, eager to push this beautiful girl to orgasm. Hannah frantically tugged at her nipple with one hand and gripped my hair tightly with the other. I moaned in euphoria as my head raced along her little shaft.

Her wails became longer and higher pitched. I could tell she was going to cum.

"Yes, yes, yes," she wailed.

She took a huge breath and held the air inside her. Her wailing stopped, and I felt her cock twitch. Her legs shook, and a spurt of thin, watery, but delicious girl-cum squirted into my mouth. I continued to lunge and milk her orgasm from her. As her dick twitched again, she opened her mouth and gasped for air.

"Oh fuck," she moaned loudly.

I continued to suck her until her contractions had stopped. I gulped all the cum down my throat and pulled myself off her. Before looking up at her eyes, I used my tongue to clean her up. I finished by planting a little kiss right on the tip of her dick. Hannah's knees almost buckled all over again.

I allowed myself to look up at her face. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes beamed with pleasure.

"Oh, I enjoyed that," I said.

"You seemed to!" she panted. "That felt so good."

She took a deep breath and brushed her hair from her face.

"I can barely stand," she giggled.

I ran my hand up and down the back of her silky thigh. Her muscles were trembling.

"Come and lie on the recliners," I said. "Then, you can take your turn."

Hannah giggled and nodded.

"You might need to give me a minute," she said. "My body is feeling all wobbly, but in a really good way."