Smooth ... reclining there as she is, she is so very smooth. It's funny how your mind will play tricks on you at times - visualizing what you expect to see rather than what is really there.
My friend, Roger, has always known the type of female that I like to see. And yet, this Saturday night he had outdone himself. We had crossed paths a few days earlier after not seeing one another for nearly a year due to the circumstances of the World. He told me I should drop by his home as he had a new playmate living with him. He made enough not-so-subtle comments about her description that I could not wait for the first opportunity to join them.
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He and I shared a drink with nary a sound nor appearance from his new playmate. And then he motioned me to follow him down the hallway. I remembered this was the way to his game room. And there she was near the far wall backdropped by a large blue couch. Her blonde hair was pulled back and up as if to tease me. I have always been far more attracted to blondes than any others.
A radiant smile ... beautiful blue eyes that too seemed to smile ... caught my full attention even before I had gotten within twenty feet of her and the blue couch. Her lips moved, seemingly to say hello, but I could not hear her words. I could only see her lips move. Roger's hand pressed the small of my back and urged me to move past the pool table and to get much closer to her playmate.
Dark eyebrows and a bit of mascara seemed to illuminate her face as I looked back to her. On the blue couch with her hands behind her head, she seemed to be on display for me. As I approached, she elegantly moved off the cushion and pressed her thigh against the edge of the blue couch to stand before me. Tall, nearly six feel tall I would guess if asked, my eyes met hers. "Go ahead," I heard Roger's voice from behind me. My right hand touched her porcelain skin just above her left breast. Her skin was so smooth, seemingly unlike a smoothness I've ever felt on another human.
Small but pert breasts greeted my touch. Her contrastingly dark areola sat at the tip of each breast. The thick nipples were like thimbles. Each hand caressed a smooth breast and she stood firm and felt me feel her up over the next couple minutes. Soft moans slipped from her lips but neither she nor Roger said a word. I wanted to touch her all over and soon my hands slipped from under her so very smooth breasts.
... down her belly with only the slightest of indentation where her belly button is, or should be. She does not possess an innie, nor an outie. It's only a blemish of what would otherwise be a very smooth belly. Further down my eyes do trace over her pale skin. No hair, no body hair at all. Thus, no pubic mound, no pubic hairs only her pale, smooth skin. I do note a darkened blemish - not a freckle, much larger than that - but not a birth mark either. When I reach out to touch it, a moan is elicited from her lips.
The darkened blemish is where her clitoris should be but I do not see it nor do I feel it. I only see the darkened blemish as if a spot on the treasure map. I touch it again and smile when once more I hear her moan from the sensation. Two fingers, my index and middle, now trace lower over her skin. Smooth is all I feel. There is no womanly heat of arousal. There is no tender folds of vaginal flesh under my fingertips. I only feel smooth, pale skin.
What should be there is no longer found. A beautiful woman in gender-name only has been reduced, remodeled to no longer possess a pussy. My hand pulls away quickly when I realize. When the trick my mind played on me is revealed to my reality. It is then I notice the clear droplet of arousal running down the inside of her thigh like a raindrop on a window. She is aroused by my touch. Her body secreting it's arousal from an unfamiliar place. When she shifts her weight and parts her thighs, more droplets of arousal now race down her inner thighs.
From behind me, my friend motions with twirling fingers and she blinks once to acknowledge. Slowly, she shifts her weight again and begins to turn. I am motionless already trying to process what it is I have seen. Or, at least believe I have seen since it seems unbelievable. Round cheeks now fill my vision. An ass a bit larger than I would expect. Full, round cheeks now are all that I see before me. My hands press over them and slowly I part her cheeks to reveal the source of the arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
Once more the tricks the mind plays over reality. At first, I see her asshole seemingly puckering and partly gaping as I hold her cheeks open in my hands. Slowly I realize the shape of her anus is more elongated than round. Of course, the ringed flesh is smooth to my eyes. When my thumbs dig in and press, it has the effect of opening her anus some and two then three droplets of arousal seep from her hole and run down her thighs. An asshole that is more than just that. It has been remade into her asscunt I am later told is how it is described. When I inhale deeply, my lungs fill with a scent I've never experienced in my years. It is an odd mix of smells.
I realized the trick that my mind had played was not revealed. Roger's playmate had been transformed, her body modified and only now was I really seeing her body as it is. I had been touching her body for fifteen minutes and she had never said a word. She had only made sexual sounds when I touched her body in sexual places. "You can see I have been busy while the World has stopped." It was Roger. His words almost breaking the spell that had been cast over me by his creation. My hands jerked away from ass as if they had been slapped.