Mark's Next Step: Part 4 - Sex Stories

Mark's Next Step: Part 4

... me.

"Such a lucky guy! Call me if you have any questions."

Cheryl slipped Mark her card, which I thought was a bit unusual because she hadn't done the same for me before!

On the sidewalk he was glowing and grinning like no tomorrow.

"Let's grab a bite to eat," he said, "I'm famished. And I'm even more excited. Thank you for this. Dinner's on me, it's the least I can do."

I took his arm and we strolled through the city towards the riverfront. I'm not a foodie, so I didn't much care about expensive restaurants, preferring a casual environment and good-enough fare. We found a Lebanese restaurant with room for two and had a feast. I'm not a calorie counter but I knew that we both needed some refuelling after our debauch, and an evening of further activity beckoned.

At dinner hunger drove us mainly to eat rather than talk, but occasionally we clinked our cups of coffee -- some mighty fine Turkish-style stuff -- and toasted each other. I was captivated by his eyes, and thought how wonderful my enhancement had worked.

The night was cool and we took our time strolling together, arm in arm, like any ordinary besotted couple. I kinda clung to him as we walked, which he enjoyed, and from time to time we stopped at a street corner for no other reason than to kiss each other and give the tourists something to gawk at.

I convinced Mark to let me buy a really good bottle of wine on the way home, but he insisted on making the purchase himself, a lovely French ...

... Beaujolais. I thanked him with an affectionate peck, and on the last leg towards my apartment I felt my entire body begin to tingle with arousal in anticipation of what our night held in store. When we reached my door I was burning with lust.

"Let's shower together before we do anything else," I whispered.

In the shower I carefully soaped Mark up, including his hardening cock. Cheryl had done a fantastic job, my clean and pure plaything, glistening, at my beck and call. I towelled him off and suggested we sit together for a bit with that fancy wine, but when he went to pull on his jeans I stopped him.

"No, I have something for you. Wait a sec."

I went to my bedroom, and quickly put on a pair of sheer black panties with matching bra. But I also held another pair of panties in hand.

"Here, put these on."

Mark didn't miss a beat. His hairless body emphasized femininity despite his masculine build. The panties barely covered his bulging cock.

"Hold on, I have something else," I added.

I returned from the bedroom with a chain dangling from my hand, a chain that held two nipple clamps at either end.

"Let me do the honours," I said, fastening them to Mark's thin hard nipples

He looked ravishing in his panties and clamps as we sipped our glasses of wine and shared a bit of our histories with each other. Nothing too profound, nothing too personal -- I wanted to keep it light for now -- but just enough to make our journey more rewarding.

"You know, I remember ...