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

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... feel it. Her soft, juicy lips pressed against mine. I’m so shocked, my eyes stay wide open, staring at her closed lids. Her eyelashes are so long and I can really make out the dark eyeliner around her eyes. Our lips are still glued together. Her face turns sideways and her mouth opens, completely engulfing my lips. My entire body goes prickly and limp.

What is she doing?! She must be trying to act inconspicuously. Maybe I should kiss back more passionately then. To avoid any suspicion from these men, of course, I say to myself, reassuringly.

In a rush of passion, I cover her lips with mine, kissing her deeply. Instantly, her nails dig into my back, bringing our bodies even closer together. Was I the one who sparked this reaction? In response, she slides her moist, slippery tongue into my mouth; our tongues twirling and intertwining. Despite any attempt I could make, I find myself unable to pull away. My body surrenders to its long-standing desire. I must persist... to keep her from those men.

I continue our kiss, passionately and deeply. Our lips knot together in a mixture of saliva and lip gloss.

I can't help but release a soft moan, my eyes flicker open to catch her reaction. She returns my gaze with narrowed, seductive eyes. They remind me of a fierce, all-consuming inferno, sending a thrilling sensation through my body, electrifying my pelvic region.

Her gaze shifts ever so slightly to the left before she ultimately breaks our kiss. Our lips part with a ...

... tacky, smacking sound. She scans her surroundings and exhales heavily.

"Sorry... I..." she utters, struggling to complete her thought.

I take a deep inhale of much needed oxygen. I feel like I haven’t breathed in the last three or four minutes. I don’t respond, but I find my hand to be involuntarily stroking her hair. Then she lets go a fistful of my straight black hair from her grasp. I look into her eyes again and I have the urge to just kiss her all over once more; her puckered, kissable lips, her defined high cheekbones, it was so tempting to run my tongue along these features, but I restrain.

“Who…are they?” I ask, still in shock.

“Ah,” she shrugs nonchalantly. “Just a few men looking for me.”

My eyes widen. “Sounds pretty serious to me. We need to call the police.”

She looks at me and smiles, “Aww you’re pretty sweet. But that will only make matters worse.”

I don’t know what that really means but I nod anyway.

I catch a glimpse of a suited man, peeking around the corner at us from across the bar. His hand moves to his ear, likely attached to an earpiece.

“I think…” I gesture subtly to the far side of the room.

“Yeah…I think so too. Hey, come with me.” She takes my hand and we slip into the nearest door; the women’s bathroom it seems. She twists the lock behind us and lets out a sigh of relief, throwing her luscious hair back with her hand. It begins falling back down over her sculpted face like feathers of an angel. She leans back against the ...