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

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... wall coolly.

“Thanks for your help,” she says to me with a smile.

“Oh. Uh, let’s say we’re even.”

“Alright. But…” She pushes herself from the wall, with a seductive look in her eyes, making me gulp loudly. “I still think I owe you just a tiny bit more.”

Slowly, I shake my head, squinting suspiciously at her. However, she inches closer, appearing shy while nibbling on her lower lip. I find myself cornered against the door, with no place to escape.

“I think…” she begins with just a whisper, only inches from my face. Her head sways back and forth with my shiny lips flickering in her eyes. “I think you liked it, so I’ll give you a bit more to taste.”

Her fingers forcefully pin my hands above my head against the door. My lips quiver as I struggle to utter a word but fail. Her lips are suspended over mine, allowing me to feel the warmth of her sweet breath on my lips. “I… I… I…” I stutter.

As she whispers "Shhh..." her lips gently trace mine, igniting a surge of goosebumps rushing over my body.

Next, her tongue ventures into my mouth, her lips clutching mine tightly. My hands eagerly envelop her lean, tan figure and snake beneath her tank top. The softness of her skin surprises me. We share more kisses while I draw her nearer. Our bodies, slick with sweat, the contours of our chests, glide against one another, But still, she doesn't feel close enough. I yearn for more of her.

Exhausted, she breathes out, "Hey," but I'm unable to stop from kissing her, ...

... not giving her a chance to speak. I plunge my tongue deep into her slightly open mouth, exploring every corner, eliciting a profound moan from her.

"I... need... to..." she struggles to utter in my ear as I fondle her breast, "Share... something... with you." Our lips finally separate, and I feel a tingling sensation on my face, sore from her kisses, craving for more.

I tilt my head slightly while my hands continue to caress her goosebump-covered cheeks underneath her shorts.

An inkling in me suggests I already know what she's about to reveal. Yet it doesn't matter. She is the epitome of beauty, both on the inside and on the outside.

“We…didn’t meet by chance tonight. I…saw you walk here and I followed.”

That’s not at all what I thought she would say. I blink a few times in bewilderment and finally say, “Followed? What do you mean?” I gently retract my hands from her tight shorts and cover my naked breasts.

“I saw you… from my condo. So I followed.”

My mouth hangs open in shock. She watchedme?! She followedME?

“Why?” I ask and I squint so hard my face must look funny to her.

Her eyes widen. “Isn’t it obvious?”

I stare at her, still confused.

She clicks her tongue and smiles. “Geez. Last week I came here too. I thought we had exchanged some special looks, but maybe you don’t remember.”

I let out a relieved laugh, shocked almost. “I remember…” I say, a smirk forming on my face.

“And then you left, before saying anything to me.” She begins to ...