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

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

... metropolis's nocturnal life. They've all dressed up, chortling with their companions, flagging down taxis. Despite being two in the morning, the streets remain bustling with vehicles and pedestrians.

I dismissively shake my head and continue sprinting, faintly remembering my younger days visiting clubs and indulging in drinks. Not that I’m old now, it’s just when you’re in your late twenties, careers take over one’s ability to stay out late…and have fun. I laugh at these young girls, with short dresses, thick makeup, and hair extensions. They have nothing on Alicia.

Finally, I arrive at the entrance of McSorley Construction Safety Supplies. Its fifty-story tower, just off the main road, still has random beams of light shining from numerous windows across the glass-covered structure. This isn't merely our headquarters; we also have warehouses spread throughout the nation. Although this location isn't a warehouse, it holds an abundance of equipment samples. Samples that will be necessary for the potentially dangerous plan I'm about to execute.

The recklessly daring idea, conceived in my apartment, now conjures terrifying visions of potential peril. It is without a doubt crazy. But what other option did I have?

The swipe of my keycard triggers a welcoming green light for entry. The place is dimly lit, but before I can step into the polished marble lobby, the security guard blocks my path.

“No, no, no,” he says hotly. “Miss, you’re going to have to leave. Office ...

... hours are over.”

“But I work here,” I say, emotionally distraught.

“Doesn’t matter.” He gently begins pushing me back through the door.

“But there are lights on up there. Surely you let other people in.”

“Unless you’re a VP or CEO, you cannot be here right now.”

But that fire from earlier still lingered. The scorching flame that Alicia unknowingly ignited in my chest. A burning passion to do whatever it took to save her. Even if it cost me my own dignity.

Inhaling deeply, my body instinctively moves without conscious thought. My slender fingertips lightly touch the brawny man's arm, as I lift my eyes to meet his, mimicking the sultry look I saw Alicia use just an hour earlier.

This unexpected flirtation surprises the attractive security guard, leaving him visibly stunned.

“Are you sure you can’t let me in for a few minutes? I won’t be very long.” My hand climbs up his arm to his shoulder and my nails gently scratch his nape. I can see the bulge of his Adam's apple expand as he gulps nervously.

I think it’s working. My first attempt at seduction. I could get used to this.

“Uh… I really… can’t… it’s against…protocol…”

Then my hand climbs up to his blonde hair and I tousle it serenely.

“You can even…escort me if you’d like,” I pout my lips and nibble on them seductively with a glint of hope in my eyes. Or at least that’s how I think I look.

Sweat forms on his brow and starts to trickle down. “J–Just a few minutes. But if you’re not back here ...