Sharon And Me - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sharon And Me - Part 1

Sharon is a young-looking forty-two-year-old with blonde hair and blue eyes, 5'7, and weighs 135 lbs. She has a killer athletic body with 46DD firm breasts, long sexy legs, a killer tight sexy ass, and a tight bald pussy. James is a forty-eight-year-old, 6'1, 180lbs, with an athletic body, dark hair, and hazel eyes.

As for me, I'm 5'8, 120lbs, dark hair, brown eyes, 34DD firm round breasts, a killer athletic body, transgender, sexy long legs, tight sexy ass, and carrying a nine-inch-thick cock.

We live in a U-shaped apartment building with a swimming pool and a jacuzzi in the middle for everyone to use. I live on the 5th floor. Sharon and James live on the 3rd floor across from me.

It all started when I was sitting on my balcony reading the morning paper when I heard the faint sound of a yoga workout. I put the paper down and saw Sharon bent over in her tight spandex top and pants, stretching down and palming the floor. It was firm, round, and sexy as hell. I had to pick my jaw up off the floor and cover my hardening cock. I could not take my eyes off her and knew right there that I had to have her.

I made it a point to be on work out on the balcony every morning to watch her work out. At night, she, James, and their daughter would go for a long walk.

A few weeks later, I started to notice she was walking alone. The next day, I came home from work (I work in an office) and the store and saw her by herself again. She was looking down and out. I was getting my ...

... bags out of the trunk, stopped her, said hi, and asked her if everything was alright.

She explained that James was deployed to the Middle East for the military and didn't know when he would be back. Her daughter was away with her parents on a trip that she didn't want to go on. I felt sorry for her. My girlfriends were away for a week and I was lonely also. I looked her in her eyes and suggested we have a girl's night.

I said, “We have the pool and jacuzzi. I have some steaks and other stuff to go along with them. Let's have a small party.”

She started to say she was going home. I told her I wouldn’t take no for an answer. You need a night out to take your mind off this thing and relax and have some fun. To which she said, "OK."

She also said that she had a few bottles of wine she could bring, to which I added for her to bring a swimsuit and a change of clothes just in case we get too drunk; she could stay here.

“OK.” She was going to finish her walk and come up to my apartment.

I told her the door would be unlocked and just to knock and come in. About thirty minutes later, I heard a knock on the door while getting things together and marinating the steaks. It opened, and Sharon entered, carrying two bottles of wine and an overnight bag.

I washed and dried my hands. She set her bags on the table and put the bottles of wine in the refrigerator. Once dry, I held my arms out, hugged her, and welcomed her to my place. It wasn't a short hug; it lasted a few ...