The Pill – part 3

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The Pill – part 3This is the third chapter in the story of my adventures in London, on the day when I took a small pink pill and my face and body transformed into that of a beautiful young woman. However, I knew that I only had 24 hours before the effects wore off and so determined not to miss any opportunity as I had a day of sexual adventures, some planned, some on the spur of the moment. The story so far: I had started my day in the back of a van, in a multi-storey car park, choosing the outfits I would wear during the day, and discovering the wonders of my new female body. I had then greatly improved the days of a couple of men on packed commuter trains, as I headed into my usual place of work to see what adventures I could have there…. ———————————————— The walk from the tube station to my office felt both usual and unusual. Normally I made this walk as an unremarkable middle-aged man in a suit, barely noticed by the passers-by on the pavement. However, this morning, since taking that small pink pill only an hour or two earlier, I was making the same journey as a beautiful young woman, in sexy clothes and I was attracting a good deal of attention from the same passers-by. Women looked at me wanting to be me, men looked at me wanting to be in me! When I reached the office which was the daily goal of my commute, I pushed through the revolving door and strode to the reception desk, my heels clicking on the hard marble. Keeping a straight face, with some difficulty, I said that I had a meeting with Mike Allen (my real name). The receptionist, Debbie, knew me well as a man and said that she had not seen Mr Allen arrive this morning, but if I would like to take a seat in the waiting area, she would call Mr Allen’s assistant. I went and sat in the low leather chair – realising how difficult it was to do this in a ladylike way. I saw Debby make the call and imagined Eleanor taking the call and explaining that Mr Allen was not in, she had not heard from him and didn’t know when he would be there. What do you want done with his glamorous lady visitor? Eleanor thinking about this, imagining what I would be like, maybe even asking Debbie to describe me Debbie, knowing Eleanor’s preferences, giggling and describing me… Yes, Debbie was glancing over and turning away so that she could mutter a description. How well I knew these two friends! Debbie replaced the handset and called over to me that Mr Allen’s assistant would be along shortly. I smiled my thanks and sat waiting for Eleanor to arrive. I didn’t have to wait long. Just in time I remembered that I was not supposed to know who Eleanor was and so forced myself to stay in my chair until she came over to introduce herself. Eleanor was looking lovely today – as immaculate as ever, her short, boyish hair neat and her chemise top and short skirt revealing much of the body that the office boys would love to explore, but never would. I rose gracefully out of the chair and gently shook her hand – smiling my most winning smile. Eleanor held my eye contact just that little bit longer and smiled back warmly. She seemed not to be breathing. “Is it this way?” I asked, indicating the lifts with a smile. “Yes, yes. Sorry!” She said, flustered. As I walked to the lifts, in the mirror beside them I saw her signal her approval to Debbie from behind my back, and Debbie laugh quietly and shake her head. We were the only two in the lift. I had nearly pressed the button for the 3rd floor, but just stopped myself I time. Eleanor reached across me for it. “That is lovely perfume, you are wearing.” I said to her. She coloured and thanked me. We kept eye contact until the lift bell pinged that we had arrived. Eleanor ushered me out first and down the corridor towards my usual office. She showed me into my own office and explained that Mr Allen was running a bit late today, but that I could make myself comfortable in his office. She then went off to get me a coffee. I waited for a while, then Eleanor came into the office with another idea, suggesting that she take down some of my details, to save time for when Mr Allen arrived. I pushed the solid wood door shut behind her, moved close to her and said she should feel free to take down whatever she liked. It was a corny line, but it had the right effect. She stood, stunned, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I clicked the lock on the door shut and stepped close to her. We were inches away from each other, our eyes staring into each other’s. “Umm…. … What if Mr Allen…??” But I just shook my head, not breaking her gaze, then reached for her. A hand behind her neck pulled her face to mine and our lips met. She let out a small “oh!” Then my tongue was in her mouth and after a heartbeat, she responded. I was finally kissing my beautiful lesbian secretary! How long had I wanted to do that?! At first she was hesitant, but suddenly she was responding; more than adana escort just responding, her passion was taking her over. Our kiss grew in intensity, my other arm was round her waist, pulling us together. She gripped my shoulders and we moved back towards the large desk. Although usually an untidy person, for some inexplicable reason Mr Allen had cleared his desk the day before, which meant that when Eleanor’s perfectly pert arse sat on it, it disturbed none of Mr Allen’s paperwork. It was almost as though he had known…! Her legs parted, her skirt riding up, as I pushed between them, our nylon-clad legs whispering together. She leant back as I kissed her lips passionately, then I kissed her face, her jaw, her long, beautiful neck. She moaned softly. My hand moved from her neck down to her satin chemise, feeling the outline of her small, pert breasts. Even through the material of her top and her bra I could feel the hardening protuberance of her nipple. As my hand moved, one shoulder strap slipped off her shoulder. She helped the other on its way, then pulled her chemise down to reveal her pristine, white bra. I pushed her back further onto the desk, and continued to kiss her neck, then her shoulders, working my way down. She arched her back and I slid a hand beneath her to unclip her bra. I stood back up as I slowly removed her bra, to better enjoy the suspense of finally seeing her pert boobs, having spent so many years imagining them. They were small, but perfect – still perky even though she was on her back. Her dark pink nipples were hard and erect, sticking out a good quarter of an inch. I dropped the bra on the floor and gently rubbed those glorious nipples with my thumbs, cupping her breasts in my hands as I did so. She threw back her head and moaned again. The sight of her long, smooth neck was too much and once again I planted hot, wet caresses all over it, the smell of her perfume, mingling with that unmistakeable odour of female excitement. Suddenly she pushed me back and half sat up, staring into my eyes. I saw the doubt in her eyes, then I saw it eclipsed by an a****l longing. She looked down towards my body and pushing herself more upright started frantically undoing the buttons on my blouse, almost ripping it, as she tugged it off me. I reached behind me and undid my bra clip. She stared hungrily at my chest, then up into my face as I had remained paused, and we both laughed. “Get it off!” she ordered. “And stop teasing me…!” I smiled and she reached for the offending article of clothing to snatch it away, but I was too quick for her and dodged away, my bra just held in place by the friction with my boobs. Then she was chasing me round the office. She cornered me behind the desk and I turned to face her. She was grinning wildly, her cheeks flushed with girlish excitement. She snatched the bra off me and threw it wildly over her shoulder across the office. Her eyes affixed on my smooth, full, D-cup tits, drinking in the sight, then she launched herself at me. She pushed me back into the large leather office chair, then knelt in front of me. All signs of hesitation had gone as she took charge. She caressed my large breasts, sending tingles of pleasure out from my nipples. I could feel the heat and dampness from between my legs and found myself involuntarily opening my legs wide, my short black skirt riding up to reveal my stockings and the milky whiteness of my thighs above. She stared for a moment, then leant forward until our lips met in a passionate embrace, our tongues entwining, I wrapped my arms around her neck, while her hands slid down from my breasts, across my flat stomach, and so a long my thighs to the edge of my skirt then she rubbed her hands up the insides of my thighs towards my hot wet pussy. Oh my god, her touch felt so good on the bare skin above my stocking tops. The fingers of one hand rubbed the outside of the insubstantial material of my lace thong, causing me to let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure. I kissed her more deeply and felt those wonderful fingers move aside the wispy material and rub directly on my pussy lips, before the middle finger slid inside my hot wet cunt, releasing my juices and making me moan with pleasure and my eyes open wide. She pulled away from our kiss and smiling, never breaking eye contact, this stunning, beautiful, previously unattainable woman knelt back on her heels then buried her face in between my legs, pushing my skirt still higher with her hands, still staring with smiling eyes into mine as her tongue found my slit and started to dart in and out. She adjusted by an inch, then that incredible tongue found my clit and I thought my head would explode with pleasure. Every movement my body made then was involuntary, but communicated praise for Eleanor’s efforts and skills with her tongue. I was moaning loudly now and my back was arching I felt waves of heat pulsing through my body, on the escort adana brink of an earth-shattering orgasm. And there she kept me; skilfully bringing me to the edge again and again until I was pleading with her. Then suddenly she let me slide off the edge and orgasm after orgasm racked my body. Thinking back, I must have been screaming my head off. I could never have imagined how incredible the feeling was, and it seemed to go on and on, until I could stand it no longer. Then when it finally stopped, I found I was crying. And laughing. And loving this incredible woman who had just played my body like it was an instrument and she was the maestro. She moved back up my body, I let my legs encircle her and we kissed tenderly. I could taste my own juices on her lips. After a few minutes, she stood up and, watching me all the while, began to strip off her remaining clothes. My eyes drank in her beauty. I tried to memorise every inch of her body. When I was back in my male body, I would never get the opportunity to see this again in the flesh! When she was completely naked, she walked back to me, where I still lay slumped in the chair and reached her hands to mine. She drew me to my feet, then led me, walking backwards to an empty space of carpet. Although no words were exchanged, I understood I was now to do the same to her. We both knelt facing each other, holding hands by our sides, our breasts lightly touching, hers small and pert, mine fuller, but still firm! We moved closer together until our lips met in a gentle kiss. My hands left hers and travelled up her arms and so to those pretty breasts I played with them gently, tweaking her nipples between finger and thumb, as I felt her begin to succumb. I moved my kisses again to her slim neck, whilst one hand began its descent down her body towards heaven. I felt her body stiffen, and she leant her supple body back. Suddenly, it was too much for her to remain kneeling and she sank onto the floor. I buried my face in her mound, my tongue parting her lips and the tip flicking her engorged clit. I tasted her juices and they ran down my chin – she was so wet. She put both her hands on my head, entangling her fingers in my hair and holding me to her. I ran my hands up her thighs and she splayed her legs further apart. I let my right hand continue its journey, extending my fingers, so they found the opening to her vagina. My tongue continued to flick and work it’s way round her button, as I gently slid my index and then my middle finger inside her. I heard her loud gasp and felt her body buck and arch beneath me. I looked up at her body in front of me, while my tongue continued its work, drinking in the sight of the blonde curls of her pubes, to the soft downy hairs on her body. Her eyes met mine, and as I looked into that face, I wanted to kiss her so much. My fingers still slid in and out of her well-lubricated pussy but I moved the rest of my body on top of hers, so our faces were an inch apart. She wrapped her legs around me, trapping my arm, but I continued frigging her for all I was worth. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, breathing heavily as she started to utter little, gutteral, a****l noises of pure lust. Our eyes locked together and I could read every emotion in them. Suddenly I leant forward and kissed her hard on the lips, our tongues entwined, writhing around each other, as I increased the rhythm of my fingers. My arm was beginning to ache and I thought it time for a change of position. I knelt up and pulled her upright too, so we were facing each other. I reached round behind her with my right hand, reaching between her legs from behind and sliding my fingers again into that warm wet pussy. At the same time, the fingers of my left hand reached her clit and began to rub. I saw her eyes widen again at this two-pronged attack on her sex, then she had to throw her arms around my neck to stay kneeling upright. Then all at once she began to orgasm intensely; her whole body thrusting against mine as my fingers reached a crescendo of speed. She was screaming in my ear, her whole body given over to intense a****listic pleasure. And then I could not hold her pulsating body any longer and we fell sideways, landing on the soft carpet. Our limbs entwined, we lay there breathing hard, our eyes drinking in the beauty of each other’s faces. Her body still let out small trembles, but eventually it stilled. After another 10 minutes, we were both beginning to feel a little cold. “We had better get dressed,” I said. “I am sure most of the office will have heard that!” “I don’t really care if they did,” she exclaimed! We both burst out giggling. We then searched for our clothes, which were strewn about the office, handing each other clothes as we found them. “Where did my bra go,” I asked? But, try as we might, we couldn’t find where it had landed, after she had wildly cast it aside. There was nothing else for it, I would have adana escort bayan to go bra-less. I slipped my white blouse back on and fastened the buttons. I caught Eleanor staring fixedly at it. “Can you tell I’m not wearing one, I asked? She put her head on one side and looked closely, moving around me, a smile playing on her lips. “Quite possibly,” she said, eventually, smiling into my face. We both laughed. I stepped close to her, knowing this would be the last time I could do this, and kissed her beautiful lips tenderly. “Thank you, Eleanor,” I breathed. “You were wonderful.” Then, I turned and unlocking the door, headed for the corridor, leaving her standing there. “Wait! I don’t know why you came here today” she started after me. I turned and smiled: “You!”. She stood there, open-mouthed, stunned. I walked down the corridor and turned the corridor in the direction of the lifts. I suddenly felt really thirsty. Just past the lifts was a small room where we kept a water fountain and also the photocopier. I turned into the area to see Jay, the office junior boy photocopying a stack of invoices. Jay was only young – only just 18 – and he was very shy around the office girls, flushing red if any of them spoke to him. But he was a nice enough lad. I saw his eyes bulge as he saw me. I wondered how much of Eleanor’s and my love-making he had heard. I smiled my sweetest smile and asked him where I could get a drink of water. He waved his hand wildly behind him, knocking some of his paperwork to the floor. I knelt in front of him to retrieve it, very wickedly giving him a good view down my blouse. He was transfixed; motionless. Sure enough, when I glanced up, his black trousers were tenting in front of me. I looked deliberately at his crotch, then up into his face, which was crimson by now. “It’s nice that you are pleased to see me!” I said. He opened and shut his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked around, and I thought he was about to run away. But his feet stayed rooted to the spot. I handed back his paperwork and, reaching for a plastic cup, poured myself some water. I drank the first cup in one swallow. Jay was still unable to take his eyes off me. I liked the lad and decided to give him a treat, so I took my time pouring myself another cup of water, knowing that he would be able to see glimpses of naked flesh between the buttons of my blouse. I half turned to face him and as I put the thin plastic cup to my lips, I gave it a quick squeeze so the water shot out and down my front. I squealed in “surprise” and dabbed at my front, with the result that the white blouse became see through and quickly adhered to my full, pert breasts and hardening nipples. Jay’s eyes goggled and he went so red, I thought he would burst. I saw his hand automatically reach for the front of his trousers, whether to grab his cock, or just to adjust the straining material, I didn’t know, but he checked himself just in time, realising too late that I had seen. I smiled and moved close. “Allow me!” And in one deft move, I unzipped him and reached inside to find his rock solid cock, hot and almost pulsing as I wrapped my fingers around it through the material of his underpants. I began to stroke, and wondered if he was having a stroke himself: his eyes were bulging, his mouth hanging open and he was the deepest red I had ever seen anyone go. Clumsily he reached for my boobs and gasped as he inexpertly squeezed my left one. Suddenly he staggered and reached behind himself to the photocopier for support. As I felt the hot, sticky wetness through the material I understood why. It had taken maybe half a dozen strokes and a desperate boob fumble and he had shot his load – guaranteeing himself an uncomfortable afternoon in the office! I withdrew my hand, which had got sticky even through the cotton of his underwear, and zipped him up. I wiped my hand on a convenient paper towel, then a thought struck me. “Was that the first time a woman has touched you?” Mutely, he nodded. “And have you ever seen breasts before – in the flesh, as it were?” He shook his head. “Well you haven’t really seen these properly, have you?”. I indicated my own full breasts. He shook his head again. “… yet…!” And as I reached for my buttons, the implication of my last word hit him like a train. I took a quick glance up and down the empty corridor, then stepping back into the room, with my back to the entrance, I slowly undid the buttons, watching the rapt expression on his face. As I pulled my blouse apart and my tits were fully revealed to him, he staggered and groaned again. For a moment I was concerned, then I realised. “Have you cum in your pants again?” Sheepishly he nodded and looked down, abashed. But I stepped towards him, lifted his face with my finger beneath his chin. “Wow! What a compliment!” I said earnestly, then trying not to laugh at the puppy-dog gratitude in his eyes, kissed him full on the lips. I then stepped back and buttoned up my blouse. “Thank you!” I said. My last look at him took in the ruined mess of the front of his trousers, I turned away before he could see me laugh and headed for the lifts and my next adventure.

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