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

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

... soon, I’ll have to escort you out myself.”

This power is quite scary. I shouldn’t get used to this.

I let my hand slide down his body settling back at my side and I grin at him. “I owe you one. I’ll be back soon.”

He remains there for a series of moments as if glued to the well-shined floor beneath him. Slowly, he retreats to his desk in an almost daze-like state. Meanwhile, I head towards the elevators, radiating a gratifying sense of achievement. I feign going upward, and secretly press the basement floor, watching the doors seal before me.

The items I require are stowed away in the basement storage lockers. I sprint from the lift and locate the lockers. Using my access card, I unlock the tenth locker in row 'E'. It houses the bulk of our equipment; featuring ropes, harnesses, and bolt cutters.

I grab the lot, and throw them into a black duffle bag, though I hope I don’t have to use everything here.

The sweetness of her kiss lingers on my lips. It tastes like fresh strawberries with a subtle hint of lavender. I see her face in my mind's eye every few seconds. I can't help but wonder what she’s feeling right now. Is she upset? The expression of despair that marked her face when we last met... I cannot bear to see her like that again. Heaving the duffle bag over my shoulder, I bypass the lift for my return journey. Instead, I opt for the emergency exit. I don't relish the idea of sauntering through the main entrance with a bag full of 'borrowed' equipment. ...

... No that won’t do at all.

I emerge from a back alley adjacent to the building, which reeks of a foul odour. I cringe plugging my nose as I dash to the main street. From this vantage point, I can see her residence. A towering prison of sorts. I swallow hard and clench my fist, steeling myself for the task ahead.

*

Looking upwards strains my neck as I take in the towering height of the condo building in front of me. It's truly overwhelming. The next task at hand is reaching the rooftop.

The facade of the building is a fitting reflection of the tenants residing within. Elaborate steel patterns adorn the front wall - no doubt an expensive undertaking. A lush garden, blooming with vibrant flowers and enclosed by thick hedges, guides the path to the double glass door entrance standing at a staggering twenty feet. Thin, elongated steel handles gracing the doors further add to the opulence. To say that the inhabitants of this place are simply wealthy would be a gross understatement. They must be some of the most powerful people in New York.

I begin to execute ‘Plan A’; a poorly thought-out- on the whim tactic, that could cause some serious injury to myself. Which is why I have this duffle bag. I circle the building, scanning for a fire escape staircase. an alternative way to ascend the building that doesn't involve the use of the elevator. After approximately five minutes of navigating around the expansive condominium without spotting one at ground level, I believe I see ...