Author: SWTransGirl

The hut

Driving over the recessed rail tracks, the tyres thud against the plastic-metal-plastic combo.

I bring the car to a steady crawl, as the rain is pouring down, wipers clearing the new drops only to be replaced with more.

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We pull across the road into the driveway of a place I’ve been before.

The repurposed trainstation house looms into sight and I bring the car to a stop, parking as close to the path we’re about to run down.

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The host is already waiting to do the run, torch in hand, he greets us both, helping my redheaded girl out of the car while I grab the bag which I stupidly put in the back of the car.

Typical, the one time I didn’t have the back seats up, the skies open and the bag is nearer the boot.

I lean in and grab the black bag, my trusty bag that’s been with me through my teens and into adulthood. I can feel the rain hitting my back like a drumstick on a skin, I hear the rain through my body as I run towards the fading light. Read more »

New Toy Time! (Continued)

The hours pass on my dull drive home.

The rain drumming against the glass, the pattern being one only a percussionist can appreciate.

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The same idiots on the road, middle lane hoggers, those not using indicators, or those just stupidly speeding ahead.

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All the while, I’m sat internally giggling to myself, growing more and more excited and equally frustrated as I want to continue playing with her.

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I’m finally pulling off the main road and for once I can park outside the house.

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Throwing my bag on the bed, I nip to the loo and load up the app, using my Apple Watch to send her a quick message letting her know I’m home safe.

While sat using the watch, she promptly replies, at least she’s not fallen asleep on me.

Using the pee time, I setup a pattern and send it to her, smiling to myself as I sort myself out and walk down the hall to my room.

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Hurridly removing my clothes and jumping onto the bed, I’m pleased on days like today I have several items I can video call her on, so grabbing the Kindle I load Messenger. Read more »

The crawl

Walking into the room, I look around and see you both sat there, both laughing and joking with each other.

I take my partners hand, walking toward you, I give her a little squeeze and whisper “everything will be ok baby, it’s just drinks”.

We take a seat across from you, knowing all of us are nervous and just as I’m studying your faces, bodies, outfits and body language the waiter arrives.
Giving my girl’s knee a squeeze under the table, my head tilting towards her I order our drinks, checking yours and place the order for a round.

“Hey there”, I croakily say, “I’m Rebecca and this is my girlfriend Charlotte.” We both smile, my hand moves from her knee to take her hand, both hands shaking and sweaty.

Small talk happens, and continues while we await the drinks. As soon as they arrive, I notice that we all down the drinks fairly quickly. Shit’s becoming real now.

“Look, we’ve never tried this sort of thing before, but we saw how cute you both were, and we wanted to expand our horizons” I blurt out, your faces both react as if I’ve spat food at you.
“It’s ok” you reply. “We’ve done this a few times, so just relax. Nothing will happen unless you want it to.” Both Charlotte and I calm, and another round of drinks are ordered. Read more »

After work

The office is empty. Nothing but the sound of my keyboard rattling as my fingertips strike the keys. I’m almost finished my work, reaching the ever nearer deadline.

She’s sat opposite me that beautiful red hair flowing around her face, that skin so soft, cheeks a soft pink. I notice the lip being bitten, “You ok?” I ask, pausing from my work, gazing over the monitor. “I’m good, just want you to finish” she replied. “I’m sorry baby, I’m almost done, honest.” I reply, immediately resuming my work.

What feels like an age passes, the music in the room bouncing off the walls and I hear a foreign sound. I glance over the monitor again, those cheeks of hers now a flushed red, lip being bitten more. I move my seat and look down the side of the monitor and see her arm down going down her body but the desk blocks my view. “I know what you’re doing, but I can’t help just yet” I say. My chick dick’s clit responding to the sight and sound. Read more »

Sitting alone in work

I’m sat here in work, my girlfriend walks into the office wearing her usual leggings and the hoodie she acquired from me.

The business is closed for the day, everyone has gone home leaving us behind.
I’m working away, trying to ensure our workers get paid correctly.
She walks towards me, a coy little smile on her lips. Her hands slide up my arm, and her hand combs my hair.
I feel her fist pulling my hair back as she pulls it down, my neck stretching as I feel the back of my chair on the bottom of my head. She leans down kissing my forehead, my cheek, my lips and then sucks my neck as her free hand goes through the opening at the top of my blouse, under my bra and expertly finds my nipple. I feel her grip tightening on my nipple as the suction on my neck increases.

My chickdick responds under my knickers. I can feel my well tucked chickdick growing hard and I know my clit is already getting wet. Read more »

Adventurous driving

Getting into the car, we do our usual in car kiss, something we’ve always done, and I hand her my phone.
She’s always the DJ, even when she falls asleep. But today, there’s an oddity in the air.
She’s got something she’s not telling me, and puts a postcode into Google Maps, queue’s up her playlist, and shoves the phone into the holder as I’m starting the engine.

I’m hitting the road, not knowing where this destination is, I can see the address, but fuck knows where we’re actually going.

Today’s instruction was a text, telling me what to wear.
So I’m sat in my black flowery dress, which she knows is a little too short at the back (something she likes), her favourite pink matching bra and pantie set and some shit tights which always fall down. But fuck it, I can deal with hiking them up, unless there’s loads of walking. It’s cold out!

She’s a little nervous. I always know. But I just hope she doesn’t have a seizure on me, as this dress is not seizure friendly.
So I take hold of her hand, kissing the top of her fingers and put it on my thigh as I continue driving. My hand resting on top of hers.
Thank god for driving an automatic, no gears to piss about with. Read more »

New Toy Time

Spending a measly 48hrs together is not fun.

Not when I know in 30 minutes I have to leave her again. Another dark and wet drive home, I can hear the rain hammering the roof of the porch.

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I let out a quiet sigh, but she feels it and caresses my hand. I look down and can see the light catching her face, dancing on the curves of her cheek, her eyes transfixed on the moving idiot-box. Whatever’s been said, her lips curl into a smile which changes the shape of the cheek, which in turn changes the light.

Her eyebrows lift and with my right arm resting on her stomach, I pull her into me and kiss the top of her head.

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I excuse myself, she leans forward so I can get up off the sofa to grab my bits and prepare for the journey ahead.

“Do you want me to come with you?” she asks. I smile and offer my hand to help her up too, “You can do”, I reply.

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As I’m walking up those stairs, which alert all in the house where we are as they creak under our weight, I remember the box. Read more »