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It wasn’t unusual for John and his brothers in arms to enjoy a free night out, loitering on the streets of London, bar hopping in hopes of hooking up with a pretty girl. Tonight wasn't different in that regard. The soldiers had just about entered the fourth bar when John lay eyes on the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
She was wearing a red dress which accentuated her delicate shapes and showed off her long legs. Her stiletto heels matched the dress, and her long black hair was in two long braids. But it was her face that really caught his attention. She had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, not even diamonds could be compared to their beauty, and lips so delicate and soft that he would spend hours just kissing her. Absorbed as he was in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed that his friends had already taken their seats near the stage where the woman was getting ready to start singing with her band. He wasted no time and went to sit down in the empty seat that had been reserved for him, eager not to miss even a second of the show.
When the woman started singing, the two of them seemed to be the only ones left in the room. Nobody else mattered. Her voice was unique, high-pitched and charming, capable of instilling joy and love in whoever listened to her.
John couldn't stop staring at her. She looked so fierce and completely at ease on that stage, like she was born to be a star, admired and loved by the crowd. She was slowly moving her hips to the rhythm of the music while smiling at the front rows. In that moment, she locked eyes with John; he returned her smile. Women tended to love his smile. Many of them found it sweet but at the same time mischievous and intriguing. It must have had the same effect on her because very often he found her staring back at him.
Throughout the entire concert, the exchange of glances between the two hadn't gone unnoticed by his mates who couldn't stop laughing and joking, teasing him for the crush he had obviously developed on the singer. But John couldn't care less about it, too absorbed by the performance and by the sweetest blush that colored the girl's cheeks.
Without realizing that time had passed, the show finished. The band was busy clearing the stage for the next artist, while the singer thanked and greeted the public, blowing a kiss in John's direction before running off-stage toward the dressing room.
John was sure that kiss was aimed specifically at him. He couldn't have dreamed it. This is probably why instead of following the others outside of the bar, he decided to stay longer, saying goodbye to the group. Sitting at the bar counter, he waited anxiously for the singer to return to the lounge, hoping that the latter hadn't already left through a back door. But just a few moments later, from the same door from which he had seen the woman flee, a blonde lady comes out. For a moment, hope had abandoned him, until he saw her eyes. He couldn't be wrong. That woman was his woman. Even among a thousand women he would have recognized her. As soon as their eyes met again, John took courage, and with a wave of his hand he invited her to join him.
He could read surprise on her face, but after a short moment, she began to walk to him. He stood and invited her to sit next to him. "May I offer you a drink? It seems the least I can do after you delighted us with your beautiful voice."
"Of course, thank you. Glad to hear you enjoyed the show, I must admit that more than once you managed to distract me. This has never happened before." She gestured for the bartender to bring her a second glass of the rum the soldier was already sipping.
"How rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Private First Class John Bailey. I have recently returned to London with my platoon after three months away. I couldn't help but notice that your accent doesn't seem to be from around here. Are you new in town?" He reached out, offering her his hand.
"Nice to meet you, John. You can call me Kitten. You have a good ear, I'm not from here, actually I'm Irish. But for family reasons, I've been here for two months when I started working at this bar."
Irish , now he recognized that strong characteristic accent, which sounded even more splendid with her gentle voice.
"Kitten? Seems like an appropriate name for an elegant and sweet creature like you." John found himself answering just before the music blasted through the venue again, this time with a slower pace, to leave room for couples to dance embracing each other. Downing his remaining swig of rum all at once, John leapt to his feet, extending his hand to Kitten. "Would you grant me this dance?"
The smile on her face grew even bigger and brighter. "Yes, John. I would love to dance with you." She grabbed John’s hand and led him to the dancefloor…
From a slow dance to a tango, they danced like the night was still young and they had all the time in the world, simply trying to feel the other against their skin. Listening to their hearts beat at the same pace. Until that need for contact became too strong, too sensual to be held back by the rules that civil society imposed on them in a public place like that. John had to kiss her, and he had to do it now. But not there, he wanted their first kiss to be only for them. He had never felt such strong emotions, even less for a girl he had just met, but he couldn't suppress this desire to cherish Kitten.
"Would you like to spend the night with me?" It had only been a whisper, too scared of the answer he might get. Afraid that the magic would break and he would have to say goodbye to his sweet princess, returning to the boredom of everyday life.
A nod, accompanied by a shyness that surprisingly still belonged to the audacious and sensual woman he had held in his arms just a few seconds ago.
The cold London air was almost soothing, making John regain some lucidity. But he could feel Kitten shivering near him, her skin still gleaming from the dancing, wearing a dress too light for an early spring night. With decisive movements he took off his jacket, placing it on her shoulders, making her look even smaller than she already was.
"Thank you, Johnny," she replied, before grabbing him by the arm and starting to walk towards their destination.
During the walk they remained almost silent, exchanging a few glances from time to time, both too nervous and excited for what would happen.
Arriving at the door of the humble room where John stayed, one of the many that made up the street, used specifically by the military when they weren't busy on a mission or working at the base, he opened the door a little embarrassed by the state of the place, composed mostly of a bed, wardrobe, a bedside table and a small dining table with a chair. To go to the bathroom, you had to go to a special facility, not far from there, made available to all the soldiers. Not the best place to welcome a lady, but he saw no signs of judgment on her face.
"What a lovely wallpaper, I love the flowers." she said simply. She approached the chair to put away the jacket that until a moment ago had protected her from the cold.
"It's not much, but it's still better than sleeping on the street. I can't complain."
She turned back to him. "I can assure you I've slept in worse places, this is great."
John wanted to be a good host, offering her something to drink, but the need to kiss her was immediate, and John was only a man. “Is it okay for you now if I kiss you?” he asked her, unable to look away from her pretty lips.
“Of course you can, silly boy. I thought that's what you brought me here for.” And with this, she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and finally brought their hungry lips into contact. The kiss, right away, had nothing innocent about it. Her mouth opened immediately to make room for his tongue. He greedily tried to savor as much as possible that hot and wet cavity, pausing from time to time to nibble those soft lips. In the meantime, their hands had begun fondling and stroking each other, trying to reach every millimeter of those warm bodies.
"Wait." Stopping the hand that was about to slip under her dress, Kitten took a step back, not so far that he could no longer smell her sweet perfume, but he no longer sensed her comforting warmth against his body. John really hoped he hadn't crossed a line, the last thing he wanted was to scare her. “I can see the panic on your face, soldier. You did nothing wrong, don’t worry. I…I just need to tell you something before we can continue”. He could see how serious her face had become, so he decided to give her the time to find the words. “You must know that I have not always been like this, as you see me now. Growing up, I realized who the real me was, but some parts of me might not align with your idea of me. I’m a woman, even if some people keep saying the opposite. And I need you to be sure about what you want. My mum called me Patrick. I named myself Kitten.”
John had listened to the whole confession in strict silence, aware of how hard it must have been for her to open up like this to a stranger. Obviously, John had already heard of men who didn't feel male and decided to live their lives according to the gender they felt they belonged to. He had heard that some of them even underwent surgery to change their body. This was the first time he talked with someone who went through this, and for a second he stopped to wonder if this discovery had changed anything about the way he saw her.
She was still the attractive musician, the lady who danced with him and who was kissing him until a few minutes ago, and John couldn't find any good reasons to stop what he was doing. Without thinking twice he kissed her again. "I'm not sure about a myriad of things, but I'm one hundred percent sure about wanting you…if you will have me". She couldn't help but shower him with kisses, making both of them giggle like a young couple in love. Until their breathing became heavier and their desire too strong.
Unzipping her dress, John gradually exposed the pale canvas of her bare back, lightly brushing it with his fingers all the way down, causing her to tremble slightly with excitement. He couldn't resist kissing her shoulders as they were uncovered, dropping the dress to the floor, leaving Kitten completely naked except for a pair of light blue panties which covered a firm ass. He couldn’t wait to kiss and bite it.
Kitten was a vision, illuminated by the light of the moon, which brought out her slender and delicate figure, so in contrast with that of John, who - with years spent in the army - had developed a muscular and strong physique.
Kitten began to strip him as well. First came the military green shirt, unbuttoned with care. She paused to observe the dog tags he wore around his neck, then slid her hand over the pecs and abs, then gradually down, reaching for the waistband of his trousers.
While she fumbled with the belt, to finally free the center of her desire, he decided to distract her by starting to kiss her neck, focusing especially on the junction between it and the shoulder, making her whimper from arousal.
John took matters into his own hands and finished taking off his trousers, throwing his shoes and socks a little further as well, leaving on only a pair of white cotton boxers. "You’re gorgeous." John was a guy who loved to talk and who never lacked words, but in front of this beauty he didn't know what to say. Every adjective to describe her seemed trivial, almost reductive. So he decided to prove it through actions. Making her sit at the foot of the bed, and kneeling between her legs, he began to play with her bosom, first with his fingers, pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then taking one in his mouth, sucking it slowly, alternating bites and licks, then moving on to its twin, giving it the same treatment.
The room was dead silent except for her moans and her panting. As he devoted himself to kissing her chest, he began to remove her panties, until they were completely removed and left on the floor next to the bed. Here he found himself face to face with her shaft. Obviously he had seen a lot of them in his life, while playing sports as a teen and being in the army. It was nothing new to him, but the circumstances were very different this time. But even if he had never felt interest in that part before, because it was a part of her, he couldn't help but want to explore it and try every way to arouse her.
He began by echoing what gave him pleasure during his lonely nights, taking the cock in his hand, gently rubbing the tip with his thumb in a circular motion. Kitten, in the meantime, kept her eyes closed, biting her lower lip, as if not wanting to ruin the moment, perhaps believing that at any moment John would change his mind, leaving her dissatisfied, or even worse, sending her away. He didn't want this thought to even touch her, he wanted to give her all the pleasure in the world. And that's why he decided to try something that would surely drive her crazy. He tentatively gave her dick a lick, starting from the base up to the tip, teasing the frenulum with the tip of his tongue.
Her cock tasted good, like her, clean and sweet with just a salty aftertaste. Also, her dick was the prettiest he had ever seen, pink and hard, flushed from all the attention it was receiving. Everything about her was adorable.
This time, she was unable to remain silent, crying out as she flopped back onto the bed, opening her legs obscenely to the pleasure, begging for more. And who was John to refuse. Taking her length completely in his mouth, John began bobbing his head up and down, continuing to stroke her cock with one hand while the other began to explore further down, caressing her soft testicles, then grabbing a buttcheek with vigor, causing her voice to raise even more. He could feel that she was reaching her limit, that if he continued to tease her like this she would come too soon, so he decided to release her dick, placing a final kiss on the tip, and to dedicate himself completely to the ass he so desired. With both hands free, he brought her legs back, completely showing off her gorgeous backside and her tight, delicate hole.
He did what he had been waiting to do since arriving at his home, to nibble and kiss her pale, soft buttocks and then swoop in like a starving man, licking and tasting her most intimate place. He could have eaten her out for hours, without ever getting tired, but both of them were at their limit, so he had to get busy and start the actual preparation trying to gently breech her entrance with his index finger. Even wet with saliva, the finger struggled to enter.
“Wait, wait, you can't force things this way, you need something to lubricate the passage. Do you have some body oil or cream on hand?” she said, raising her head from the bed, showing her flushed cheeks and wet eyes. Beautiful . It was the only thing John could think of before quickly getting up from the floor, risking tripping over the clothes they had abandoned on the floor in the throes of passion, and hastily looking for the lotion he kept in the wardrobe drawer.
“Found it!!” he exclaimed with a huge smile on his face, wasting no time returning to his previous position. Coating two fingers with lotion, he tried to penetrate her again, first with one digit, this time finding very little resistance. When the first finger slipped inside her with ease, he added the second, causing her to gasp and whine.
Her insides were clenching around the fingers that were splitting her open. She couldn’t help but frantically bounce on his fingers, trying to take every time a little more of them inside her. "That's fine, I'm ready, p…please. I need you inside me, now" she cried out, looking for him with her hands, inviting him to get on the bed, positioning his body on top of hers, bringing their stiffened dicks into contact, making them groan in unison.
Quickly removing his boxers, there were now only goosebumps covering their skin. Rubbing a generous amount of lotion on his hard dick, John slowly began sliding in that warm and tight hole, exploring her mouth at the same time, resuming kissing her with passion and devotion.
As soon as he was fully inside, he tentatively rolled his hips, trying to get her used to his presence. He felt a strong desire to move, to pound her with all his strength, sliding in and out with his thick throbbing cock. He held out, waiting for a sign from her that he could start moving. When Kitten herself began to move her hips, John knew that this was the right moment. He began to gently pull out, until only the tip was still inside, slamming it in hard, burying his dick to the hilt, making her cry out in pleasure. “Ah..ah. Y…yes, please. More. Give it to me. Harder”.
Thrusting frantically inside and out of her, it still wasn’t enough. He started touching her cock again, pumping and squeezing it, using her precum as lube, synchronizing the movements of his hips with those of his hand. Soon they both found themselves on the edge.
A last stroke and Kitten was coming into his palm and on her belly, while John, feeling her insides strongly clenching his dick, pushed in one last time before pumping her full of his cum. Feeling boneless, John slipped gradually out of her tender hole, trying to be as gentle as possible, and plopping down next to her. Even though they were both sweaty and sticky, he immediately hugged her, pulling her body towards his, cuddling, and bringing the sheet to cover their bodies. Whispering sweet nothings to each other, after a short time, they both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Woken up with a start by the loud noise of someone knocking on the door, John jumped to his feet and in position in a flash, his body now accustomed to this morning ritual which had been part of his routine for a long time.
The general of his platoon entered the room, without waiting for an invitation from the cadet, who, not remembering that he was naked, had to quickly cover himself with a pillow to maintain at least a minimum of decorum. If the general's expression as soon as he entered the room was one of pure anger, the moment he noticed that Kitten was also in the room, who from all that chaos awoke and was now sitting on the bed covered only by a light sheet, his expression changed to one of pure embarrassment, turning his back to them quickly, giving the girl the privacy she deserved. "Soldier, you know very well what the rules are. This isn’t the place to bring your girlfriend. I was young too, and I can understand, but next time ask for a permit and take her somewhere better, like a hotel for example. Now get dressed and take her back home, we'll talk about this later."
As soon as they were alone again, Kitten burst out laughing, and John could only follow her, falling back onto the bed next to her. "Soldier, luckily for you I am not your girlfriend, so you don't have to feel obligated to take me home or to a luxurious hotel". At that moment John could only think about how much he wished everything the general said had been true. That she was really his girlfriend, and that there would definitely be a next time. So John decided that the only way to make it possible would be to ask her directly.
"And what if I really wanted you to be my girlfriend?"