My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... Her hand tenderly strokes my straight hair, silently encouraging me to proceed when I'm ready.

I close my eyes and slightly part my lips. I feel like I’m drooling. A tingling overtakes my entire body and I start to leak even before I touch it. I open wide to engulf it and –

BANG*

A loud knock pounds on the door, followed by a shout from an older man. “Hey! I know you’re in there!”

“Dammit!” she yells and looks gloomily to me. “I’m sorry.”

But I am still face to face with her juicy cock; this can’t be happening.

I stay speechless but rise to my feet staring at the door. I quickly find my shirt on the floor and throw it on as the door breaks open and slams against the wall.

A man stares at Alicia, completely avoiding eye contact with me.

“There you are. Your night is over,” the man says, a streak of grey runs through the side of his black hair and a vein bulges in his temple. “This is the last time you’ll get out. I’m sick of this!”

“No!” I yell. Somewhere inside of me, a fire burned. “You’re not taking her!”

“Excuse me?” He steps closer, standing almost two feet taller than me, baring his teeth.

“How do you not know that what you are doing is wrong,” I ask, cautiously stepping back a little.

“This is not your place, girl. Get out of my way.”

Alicia steps in front of me, now fully ...

... clothed. “It’s okay.” She kisses me on the lips and whispers in my ear. “Even though our time together was so short, I’ll never forget you. But it’s time for me to leave.”

What did she mean? Will I never see her again?

My eyes swell.

“What…?” I say, starting to get choked up.

“Don’t worry.” She smiles confidently to me. But before her eyes are completely out of view, I witness a hint of sadness, loneliness in them. I know how she truly feels. Her back turns to me as she says, “Don’t look for me.” And those words cut me like daggers.

I stand there, shocked and powerless, simply observing her depart and there's nothing I can do about it.

After a degrading few minutes of gathering my scattered clothes from the gross bathroom floor, I step back into the bar. They've already left. A wave of sadness engulfs me as I sense tears ready to roll down my cheeks. I limp towards the exit, disregarding some casual comments from the peanut gallery.

But that fire inside of me was still burning. I can feel it. A fire Alicia lit inside of me that has yet to be extinguished. I’m sick of feeling sorry for myself. I clench my fists and shake my head at the thought of never seeing her again.

I’m not just going to give up. I will find her.

I nod to myself and finally dash out the door, leaving the dirty dive in my wake.