Tracy - Transsexual Delight - Sex Stories

Tracy - Transsexual Delight

John Vukovic couldn’t believe his luck. Here he was, about to plunge his turgid cock between the wide-spread legs and into the cunt of the girl before him on the bed. A girl like no other he had ever had. Flashing through his mind were the events that led up to this moment.

She was the United Package Express driver who regularly delivered various parcels to his front door. He sometimes had to sign for some of them, so he had gotten to know her a bit. It turned out that they both went for coffee at the same shop in the morning as well. At first, it was just a wave, then, it was friendly chit-chat.

Her name was Tracy. She was tall, slim, and athletic, with long, dark brown hair. She tended to wear tight tops that showed off her small but firm tits. She wasn’t what you would call gorgeous, but she was nice-looking nonetheless. She had a low, sexy voice and wasn’t afraid to talk a bit dirty. She was different in a way that John couldn’t put a finger on, but he still was sexually attracted to her.

The incident that started it all happened one morning. John was engaged in one of his favorite pastimes—that is sexting with another guy on a porn site. They swapped cock pics and some pics of their wives and talked about how they would fuck the other person or couple in a bi-three or four-way. John’s cock was rock hard as he sprawled naked on the bed stroking his dick.

Just before he was about to cum, there was a ring at the doorbell. Knowing he had a package coming that ...

... he needed to sign for, he quickly grabbed some shorts and a muscle shirt. Slipping on his shorts as he made his way to the door, John realized that they were quite tight and showed his massive hard-on quite plainly. With no time to change into anything else, he just had to make the best of the situation.

Sure enough, it was Tracy at the door, holding the package and the signature device. John apologized for the delay, saying he was busy as he signed for the delivery. As he did so, he was aware that Tracy’s eyes had lowered and taken in his cock bulge. The look in her eye was different when she looked up. It was unmistakably a knowing look. Her parting comment confirmed her awareness of his stiff dick.

“Thanks!” then Tracy added with a slight smirk, “I hope you have fun. I won’t keep you.”

Embarrassed, John stammered something about, “I hope I see you at the coffee shop,” and shut the door.

Sure enough, two days later, Tracy was at the coffee shop. It was her day off and she was wearing jeans and a tight, white top that clung skin-tight to her torso. No bra. It looked like the top of a one-piece exercise outfit. Whatever the case, he could see the prints of her nipples. And sure enough, she waved him over to her table.

“Hi, John! Glad to see you! I hope you have a minute to talk,” she began.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got some time,” he replied, slightly embarrassed.

Her friendly smile disarmed him and made him more comfortable, nevertheless, John felt obligated to ...