"Having Funtari"

Running my pencil through my hair, I was deep in thought lying across the lounge chair in the Futa Club. My head was resting on the arm rest, my right leg was dangling down from the opposite arm rest.

I had negated to remember my left leg was separated from my right being stretched from the seat cushion. I was wearing a short tartan style skirt, and white top, kind of sheer almost. A pose I might be found in resting in my own lounge chair not in the corner of a decrepit looking club.
The Futa club was a wooden structure, looked more like horse stable converted into a club of sorts. The Music was good, the people I was paying no attention too. I was trying to pen my next story on princess cometh and my adventures in an Anne Rice novel.

I had written half a page of notes; I slipped the pencil in between my lips sliding in an out. The chair was positioned in the apex of a corner of the room. It was hardly a room two large openings were either side of me. The walls in which my chair sat were only a metre wide before the openings started.

A dance pole sat in the centre of the room, the dim light bounced of the pole and into my eyes. I glanced across the room; I could see a face on the glass of the print hanging on the wall. Someone was watching me. I looked away and kept on writing, I wrote a few more notes. I stopped looked at what I had written and playfully poked my pencil in my belly button which was exposed.
I glanced over again at the reflection on the glass, she was behind me out of direct view, and she was lip reading something to me. I was here to write, and odd place to do so but the futa club was known for transgender girls. Typically the Tgirls here focused on the guys that frequented the place so I felt safe here. Often I would be left alone to do my own thing whilst a variety of things of varying sexual persuasions occurred around me, most of which I was inert too.

This girl seemed different, an intuitive feeling I had. I put my pad down and sat up. Standing on my bare feet I placed my writing pad next to my heels on the floor. I turned and stood in the opening to the room. I was looking straight at her.

She had a bimbo look, long blonde hair with gentle waves, her purple dress was tight and short well above her knee's yet barely covering her modesty. Her breasts were large yet natural.
She approached me slowly stopping close to me. I could smell her scent, I could feel her breath, and I was motionless. She whispered something sweet, her voice was soft and sensual, no Tgirl here.

My typical brandish self was quiet, she touched me on the breast softly, and I felt tingles in my toes. I was drawn to her but I didn’t know why. She placed her free hand on my hip and kissed me. It was a kiss like no other, I felt her passion, I moved to her our bodies touched.
She took my hand and led me off to a room to my right. Walking into the darkened room a bed sat in the centre, she pushed my up against the wall. Moving towards me our lips touched each other, our bodies become glued. I slipped my leg up her leg, she felt so dominant.

I ran my fingers along her back; I felt a bump in her pelvis against me. I opened my eye slightly. It became larger and more pointed; with each touch it became larger. I pulled back looked at her, she smiled. I became puzzled, she had no Adams apple, and her voice was soft and feminine.
I dropped to my knees, slipping her dress up; I pulled her white panties down. I saw the strangest thing. It was like her love button was growing into something resembling a natural strap on.

I touched her, I heard a gentle moan, my touch became more pronounced. I opened my mouth and guided her into me. I felt her hands fondling my hair. I stood up, she lay on the bed, I lowered myself onto her. I felt the rush as she first entered me gently. I bit my lip, I lifted my skirt, I rocked my hips on her.

Together we danced a passionate dance; the music we made together was breath taking. The chorus consisted of one vowel.

I lost sense of time and surroundings. After a series of high notes I praised god and collapsed on top of her. I rolled over, feeling like a rag doll, she gathered herself and walked towards the door. Stopping at the door she placed her hand on the door frame and looked at me.
I was speechless, not having said a word only a succession of vowels, sung in tune with her. I'd felt more passion in the time with her than I had in a long time. She smiled, and looked the complete woman again.

I tried to speak but I was breathless and in complete shock at what just happened.
My strange companion, opened her mouth and said to me in a soft voice

“Funtari sweetie in case you’re wondering”

I thought to myself must Google it.

Oz