My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Part 2 - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Part 2

As I stand outside my apartment, I find myself looking up at the neighboring condominium. It towers above me like a castle from a fairytale, with a damsel trapped inside awaiting her valorous saviour. Can I be that saviour?

The top floor looks to be about forty stories up and is lined with large penthouse suites winding around the building. She has to be in one of them.

Ignoring the long queue of New Yorkers waiting for the elevator – a common sight on a Friday night – each eager to return to their respective apartments after indulging in the city's relentless nightlife, I choose the stairs. I even manage to skip one with each stride. I don’t remember having this much endurance, I think with a smile. I haven’t sprinted for ages.

However, around the twentieth floor, exhaustion hits me like a sucker punch. My lungs ache and I can taste iron in my mouth, making it hard for me to breathe. My thighs cramp beneath my skirt – I was overconfident. Regardless, I continue my ascent at a jogging pace, reaching the forty-third floor slightly dizzy and out of breath.

A neighbour greets me, but in my state of fatigue and urgency, I neither have the energy nor the time for pleasantries. Giving her a quick nod, I rush past her. Time is of the essence here. I shut the door behind me and dart to my floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to the bustling city. It’s difficult to tell that it’s past midnight, with the flood of bright lights down at street level. I plant my hands along ...

... the glass and gaze at the condo across from me. I never really paid much attention to it until now. Primarily because large, forty-story buildings like this are literally scattered everywhere in New York. This was just another one in a large meadow of condos. Another metallic intrusion in this concrete jungle.

Who knew that the girl of my dreams lived across from me? In a window that I could have been…looking into, watching her?

My imagination runs wild, creating vivid and erotic scenes of us together in my bedroom. I picture myself kissing every part of her body, starting with those luscious lips and moving down to her thick, voluptuous cock. I can almost taste the sweetness of her pre-cum on my tongue. As I imagine her coming, I visualize the look of pleasure on your face as your tip hits the back of my throat. It excites me just thinking about it.

I get all tingly, hot and bothered, but I need to snap out of this daze. She encapsulates more than just physical allure. Our bond is unmistakable; we both sense it. She is the person I've spent my life searching for. Now, it's time for me to save her.

Promptly, I scan the top-floor apartments for any indications of her presence, but I find none. Either blackout curtains are obscuring the view or the interior lights are switched off, leaving me unable to see anything. My hands grimly slide down the glass with a melancholy squeak and I let them hang to my sides.

Suddenly, at the outer fringes of my sight, a light ...