My Ring Ace And Wing In The Am

My ring - the story continues.

Wing and I in the AM

This is the second part of a series about a ring that changes me - both gender and perspective. The first chapter offers some background and explains how a new friend and I ended up doing the walk of shame in New Orleans on a Saturday morning. All characters are over 18.

Leaving Aces' room.

Wing and I walked quietly down the hallway of Ace's hotel, he wasn't sure if he should console me after the blowjob Ace took from me (at this point it felt more like Ace took my mouth rather than me offering fellatio). I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk about what just happened, or I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I opted to stay quiet.

New Orleans starts the day late - it was just after 9:00 and not much was open. We found a diner, of course it served coffee and beignets, so we stopped in and ordered a couple servings of delicious fried bread and some much-needed black coffee.

The food and coffee improved my mood. Wing broke the ice by saying he really enjoyed last night. I responded I really enjoyed the morning as well - up until I didn't.

He apologized. I told him he didn't need to apologize, I enjoyed everything with him. He simply nodded in embarrassed agreement as he grabbed another beignet. He asked what my plans were for the rest of the day. I told him the immediate plans were returning to my room for a shower and a long nap. He replied he planned to return to his room, shower, pack, and catch a cab to the airport - and he had plenty of time before his flight.

Wing paid for our breakfast (courtesy Ace) - we exchanged numbers and held hands as we made the short walk to our hotels - his hotel was across the street from mine.

When we arrived at my hotel, we turned toward each other for a quick hug. I suggested 'since you are going to get a shower... And I'm going to get a shower... How about you come up to my room and we can conserve some water together?'

'Intriguing offer, but I doubt I can get up for another round so soon.'

I replied that I was rather sore - and wouldn't push the issue and I'd be fine with just come clean fun.

'What the fuck, sounds like fun'.

Into the hotel and a casual stroll to the elevator and up several floors and then to my room. I swiped us into my basic economy room. I removed my blouse - and reached behind for the bra clasp, turned around and said, 'a little help?'

He unhooked my bra, and then reached down and unzipped my skirt - I let them both fall to the floor. I turned and returned the favor - undoing his belt and pants, they joined my clothes in the heap on the floor. We each added our undies to the pile and went into the bath to start the shower.

When the water warmed, he escorted me in and stepped in and held me in a tight hug from behind. I grabbed some soap and rubbed it on my chest, then turned into him, using each other as a loofa. We were kissing, holding, rubbing. I reached down and soaped his cock with both hands - it was refusing to get hard.

When he was fully lathered, I ground my pussy into him, using his pubes to scrub my privates. We rinsed, kissing briefly as we stepped out of the tub and grabbed a couple towels and were quickly dried.

We moved to my unslept bed; I was kissing him as we laid down. I reached between his legs and started fondling his soft penis. I asked if he cared if I played - he said sure, just don't expect much of a reaction.

I kissed down, dragging my tits through his pubes as I worked my way down his abdomen. I looked up and smiled as I stated that I have always wanted to play with an uncut guy. I worked my tongue between his head and foreskin, savoring the new sensation of alternating sucking on foreskin and sucking on the head of his penis. I closed my eyes, savoring the new feelings, I could feel the wetness building between my legs and started wanting him to harden. I was lost in lust - torn between wanting to give and receive pleasure - and he started to harden. I kissed my way down his shaft to his balls as I caressed his taint - wishing him to firm up so I could go for another ride.

I opened my eyes, looked up, and said as I stroked his hardon - 'Guess with the right encouragement you can get ready for another round'.

I started the familiar line of questions.

'So - pussy or mouth?' I inquired

please say pussy, please say pussy, please say pussy

I thought to myself.

'Pussy' was his response.

I smiled to myself as slipped my tongue between his spongy head and foreskin.

'Top or bottom?' was question number two.

Please say bottom, please say bottom, please say bottom

were my thoughts.

'Bottom' was his response as he caressed my cheek.

I reached one hand between my legs and spread my lips, my anticipation soaked my fingers.

'Condom or bareback - you remember the rules' was my final question

bareback, bareback, please say bareback.

He gave his lower lip a slight bight as he said 'bareback'.

'I was hoping you would say that'.

I crawled up and positioned his uncovered, uncut, member at my opening. I steadied myself with one hand on his chest, while the other worked his dick inside my willing pussy. I slid down, impaling myself on his hardon, caught my breath, grabbed his hands and pulled them up to my breasts as I started rocking my hips. We joined hands on my breasts - I maneuvered his hands to my nipples as I caressed my mounds. He started twirling my nipples, I suggested 'harder' as I played with my breasts. He obliged, pinching harder, I slid my hands to his wrists, twisting his wrists, which in turn twisted my nipples. I moved my hands to his nipples, started pinching and pulling and twisting his nipples.

'Harder' was all I said - not sure if I meant it to mean to fuck me harder or grab my nipples harder - Wing did both.

I was moaning, riding. Wing was squeezing and thrusting. I could feel my orgasm building when Wing went rigid, grabbed my hips and gave one final thrust as he spurt his load inside me - moments too early in my opinion.

I leaned forward for a kiss, smiled, and said 'you know what comes next'.

He slipped out of me as I spun around and planted my used pussy on his face. I started rubbing my slit against his mouth saying, 'clean me, make me cum'.

He reluctantly opened his mouth - I felt his tongue on my clit and started concentrating on my pleasure. It didn't take long for me to get back in the moment, getting closer to orgasm. I ground my pussy into his face - being conscious of removing myself so he could breathe - until I was ready for my release when I force myself down on his face and screamed into his stomach.

After my release I took a pause, moved down so he could breathe freely, and sucked our juices off his used cock. When we were both cleaned after our session I repositioned in his arms, grabbing a blanket to cover our bodies as I caressed his chest.

'Thank you for that' I said.

'I feel bad that I can't stay, but I need to get moving in order to catch my flight.'

'It wouldn't break my heart if you missed it'.

He kissed me on the forehead and gave a gentle hug.

'Better get going - before we both fall asleep'.

He got up, picked his clothes from the heap on the floor and proceeded to dress. As he was getting ready to leave, he pulled out his phone and asked if he could have a picture.

I smiled, pulled the covers back, and went into a yoga 'bridge' pose - exposing my pussy to his lens.

'It's for your profile picture' he said, as he clicked a couple shots.

'Well in that case' I responded, taking a hand, spreading my labia with two fingers, and sliding my middle finger inside.

I heard another click.

I laid back down, pulling the covers up to my chin. He snapped again.

'Don't use that one - I'm a mess'.

'You are something else' he said as he turned and left.

I got up, moved around my room - putting my dirty clothes in my suitcase, trying to decide between getting dressed, taking another shower, taking a nap, finding something to eat.

I grabbed my I-heart-New Orleans night shirt, pulled it on, and decided on a nap.

I laid down, the sheets and pillows still had Wings scent - I never noticed those things in my male form - I grabbed the pillows into a hug, and buried my face, trying to absorb what remained of his smell, content with everything that just happened in the past day, wishing Wing was here in person to hold me.

Wings return.

I must have fallen asleep - the tentative knock on the door startled me from a cold sleep. It took me several seconds to get my bearings... Female, Hotel Room, New Orleans, alone. 'Fuck' I said quietly to myself - should have put out the do not disturb sign.

I padded toward the door to relieve the cleaning staff of this particular task, opened the door, and was surprised to see Wing standing there - his suitcase trailing close behind.

I gave a puzzled look as I opened the door - allowing him into my room.

'I'm surprised to see you so soon.' I offered.

He proceeded to explain his morning...

'I went back to my room, put on my last set of clean clothes, packed up and checked out. As I was checking out, I checked the status of my flight. I unlocked my phone and your picture popped up - not the last one when you are covered by the sheet - the one that was NSFW. I switched to email before anyone saw your photo and found that the airline sent me an email stating the flight was on time, but overbooked. They were offering a $50 travel voucher if I switched to the noon flight tomorrow. So that's what I did'.

He seemed so proud of himself.

I slid my suitcase on the dresser to give him some room, and in doing so made sure all of Ben's clothes were adequately hidden.

'So where were you planning on staying?' I inquired.

'Was hoping to spend the day with you.'

The day is fine, but how do I transition tonight

I kept to myself - instead saying 'Have a couple rules then, you're buying lunch, dinner... And breakfast' was my first demand.

'done.'

'And you have to hold me while I finish my nap' was demand two.

'I could use a nap' he agreed.

'You need to be naked' I added as demand number three while I tucked myself under the covers.

He stripped and joined me between the sheets. Spooning with me as our breathing and pulse synchronized - falling quickly into another slumber.

'So sorry' Those weren't the exact words the housekeeper said - she was speaking a language unfamiliar to me. She blushed after walking in on our nap - I got up to tell her everything was fine - we didn't need housekeeping. She kept apologizing as I escorted her back to the hallway and added the do not disturb sign this time.

I was up now - went into the bathroom to relieve myself. Sat down and saw Wings reflection in the mirror.

'What are you looking at?' I said to his reflection.

He blushed and apologized; said he was just waiting his turn.

I said I didn't believe him - called him a pervert trying to catch a cheap thrill watching me pee.

He denied it - I told him to get in here.

He walked to the doorway- trying not to look at me.

'Since you want to watch - watch'. I told him, spreading my legs. He turned to look at me, in the eyes. I told him I didn't pee from my mouth, he looked down. When his gaze was crotch, I relaxed and started peeing, when I finished and wiped, I said as I passed him while leaving the bathroom 'Maybe if you're a good boy I'll pee on you next time'.

'That would be something new for me' he replied.

We dressed and left my room, ready for some lunch.

We wandered the quarter and downtown New Orleans, grabbing lunch, visiting some tourist museums. Visited the museum of voodoo at my request - I was wondering if I could find any information about my ring. No luck, just a bunch of trinkets and incense.

Wing sprung for dinner, and we wandered along the riverfront - eventually stopping to share some ice cream for dessert. As we were snacking, he held my hand, and started twisting the ring on my finger- he studied the unusual pink center - commented that it was an odd ring.

I told him 'Odd indeed - when I wear it, it changes me'.

'How?'

'Well, when I'm wearing my ring, I'm the woman you are familiar with. Outgoing, confidant, sexually adventurous'

'And when you take it off?' he asked.

'When I take it off, I change back to an average middle-aged guy, perfectly boring'.

He chuckled 'Quite a change'.

'It is, I have to take it off tonight.'

'And that means I'll wake up to a man tomorrow morning.'

'Correct - and I still expect you to buy breakfast'.

He shook his head and confirmed that if I changed into a guy overnight, he would still buy breakfast. Little did he know I would be taking him up on that assertion.

We finished our ice cream. I told him I needed to pee - and gave him a subtle wink. He smiled in acknowledgement, suggesting we catch a cab. I agreed, and a few minutes later we were back in my hotel room. We shed our clothes in the bathroom, he asked who goes first? I told him to lay down in the tub, he complied. I stepped in straddling his waist, my hands on my hips as I looked down at his prone body - the feeling of control was very erotic. He caressed my legs while I pondered where to squat. I told him to close his eyes - he did. I squatted, my pussy barely above his soft cock. I positioned his hands under my ass so I could relax - once I was relaxed, I started my stream. My pee hit his dick - and proceeded to spray everywhere -my legs, his stomach, the side of the tub.

He was just starting to firm up when I went to empty. When I stopped, he opened his eyes and watched as I gave one final squirt. When I was done, he simply said 'my turn'.

I carefully stood - the tub slick with my pee. He also stood and helped me to a sitting position at the back of the tub. He stepped forward, toward me, nudging my legs apart. His cock was at my eye level when he grabbed it, giving me a close-up view of him shaking it out - getting ready to pee. 'Close your eyes and open your mouth'.

I nervously complied. My legs spread. My pussy exposed. My tits unguarded. My mouth open. My eyes closed. The vulnerability was just as arousing as the control I felt a few minutes ago.

When his piss struck my pussy, I jumped with surprise. The stream felt amazing, I found myself trying to hump the flow. I was really getting into the feeling about the time he ended. I tried to stand - he put his hand on my shoulder indicating I should stay seated. I could feel him move closer until he put his dick in my mouth. I still had my eyes closed as I took the leftover drippage.

It didn't take long until he started hardening. I opened my eyes and looked up, smiling with his stiffy in my mouth. He backed away and turned on the shower, standing between me and the warming water, his ass deliciously close to my face. I reached forward, between his legs, and started fondling his balls while rubbing his taint, his stiffy becoming more prominent.

When the water warmed, he helped me to my feet. We embraced, I put my arms around his neck as he reached behind me and squeezed my ass, his hardon pressed between our bellies as our tongues wrestled in each other's mouth. He grabbed a bar of soap, lathered his chest, and in a repeat of the morning's activity proceeded to scrub my chest with his hairy chest. He turned me around, grabbing my hips from behind, soaped his dick and started sliding it up and down my butt crack. His hand moved to my lower back, encouraging me to bend, I complied. I could feel his soapy hardon slide down my crack, past my rosebud to my taint, and then back up, resting at my back door. I looked over my shoulder and smiled.

'I don't do anal on the first date'.

He chuckled and slid his dick over my aching pussy, but not entering. We repositioned under the water so we could both rinse in the hot water. We dried and went straight to my bed; I grabbed a condom from my purse. I wiggled it between my fingers, asking him if we needed it or not. He held my hands in his as he pulled me closer, leaning in to kiss me. When he broke our kiss, he held my hand and said 'bring it - just in case'.

We slid under the covers, I started kissing my down from his head, chest, stomach and finally to his engorged cock. I was sucking on his head, running my tongue just under his helmet. I reached up to his chest with his dick in my mouth, curled my fingers, digging my nails firmly into his chest and drug them down across his stomach.

I looked up and said, 'You know the drill - mouth or pussy?'

He put his hands behind my head and gently pushed me down his cock, his actions and words both saying 'mouth'.

Yummy I thought as I stroked his shaft while my mouth worked his head. I slid one hand under his balls and stroked his taint. I could feel his body tensing, I slowed my rhythm, he increased is pace, gently fucking my face. I started massaging his balls my thoughts were

cum for me

. It took a few seconds, his body went ridged, and he released his load into my willing mouth.

I swallowed his load, dabbed the corner of my mouth with the sheet as I moved up to his shoulders. 'Thank you for that' I said.

'You are thanking me?'

'Yes, the last blowjob left a really bad tase in my mouth - this was so much better.'

He caressed my cheek. I moved in for a kiss, he resisted. I thought how much I wanted to kiss him - and he offered me his mouth. When I opened my mouth and offered my tongue, he accepted, a wonderfully tender French kiss. I broke our kiss, and he drifted off to sleep.

I got out of bed, put on my I-heart-NO pajamas and removed my ring, wondering what the morning was going to bring, and crawled back into bed, snuggling into his shoulder as I fell quickly to sleep.

I woke up during the night, cold. I quickly reached down to check the status of my crotch... Cock, that's a relief. I snuggled closer, pulling his arms around me for warmth. He was still unaware of my change and draped his arm and leg over me - I appreciated the extra warmth as I fell back asleep.

The next morning.

'What the fuck! Who the hell are you?'.

Wings first words of the next morning quickly woke me from a sound sleep.

'I told you about my ring' I said as I got out of bed.

I removed my pajamas and put them in my suitcase and turned, my cock hanging down, and said 'I still expect breakfast' as I went into the bathroom to get a shower.

After a hot shower I felt much better, brushed my teeth and returned to the room, naked. Wing was already dressed. I grabbed my male clothes from my suitcase and started to dress, Wing turned away and just shook his head.

When I was dressed, I packed my clothes (both genders), and told Wing I was hungry and ready for breakfast.

He grabbed his suitcase, and we quietly left my room and went to find some breakfast.

Over coffee and beignets, he asked about my ring, I explained what little I knew. When he asked if the curse I put on Ace was real I gave an honest shoulder shrug in reply.

We caught a cab to the airport and agreed to keep in touch, I wanted to kiss him goodbye, but that wasn't going to happen.

We separated; I was wondering what would happen next. He does have my number and a several picture of the female version of me afterall.