Returning to my car once the sun started to dip, she held my hand as I drove us back to her apartment. “I feel safe with you,” she said as we walked towards the door of the block. That was a slightly curious thing to say, at least to my ears, bringing me to a stop. She turned and looked at me. “I already feel safe in your arms, Mark. Girls like me, we need that.”
I scratched my head. “Girls like you? What do you mean?”
She took my hand. “We’ll go upstairs and talk. Will you want anything to eat later?”
“I’m still pretty full up.”
Back inside her apartment, it was tastefully decorated, dropping her things on the counter before she escorted me to the living room, sitting together on the couch. Turning towards her, she curled her legs underneath her, looking at me and I could see the nerves again. So I took her hand in mine. “Okay, Cindy, something has been on your mind, I think since we first started talking last night.”
“Mark, I really like you already, but I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m a woman, Mark, but I’m a woman with… extras.”
I gave that phrase a moment of thought and, to be honest, figured it out rather quickly. Considering the way of the world, and adding to where I’d met her, I probably should have put two and two together. “So you’re transgender?” She nodded. “Um, I’m not sure how to ask the next question without possibly offending?”
She shook her head though smiled at me. “No. I don’t intend to go through that surgery, but I’ve lived as a girl, then as a woman for fifteen years at least. I knew I was a girl before I knew anything else.”
“And that’s why you’ve been nervous?”
“I haven’t dated in a few years, Mark. Men don’t react well to it when I confess the truth. Some just freak out and leave. One or two… have been a little more unpleasant. But you’re just so damned handsome, and there is this aura around you. I knew, even if you couldn’t accept, you wouldn’t… hurt me. I’ve been hurt before. So have some of my friends.”
“Who the hell would hurt someone as beautiful as you?”
That earned me one hell of a kiss. Guess it was the right thing to say. She ended up straddling my lap again as we made out, lasting however long it did before we needed to break to catch our breath. “Cindy, we’ve only just met each other, but trust me, I don’t care. All I see on my lap at the moment is a beautiful young woman. Hell, there’s a ten-year age gap between us. That’s the thing that actually has me worried if… you know, this gets serious.”
“Can you stay the night?”
“I’ll need to go home and get some things for work tomorrow.” I watched the concern cross her face, as if thinking I’d leave and not come back due to her revelation. “You can come with me, see my place at the same time. Bit of a bachelor pad compared to this place though.”
The drive didn’t take all that long, showing her around my apartment, proving my point about it being a bachelor pad. I’d been in worse places, but even after a year, it didn’t feel like home. I packed a small bag with the things I’d need before heading to the kitchen to prepare my lunch. That’s when she grabbed my hand. “I’ll make you lunch in the morning,” she insisted, “Probably better than whatever boring sandwich you’d make yourself.”
She was absolutely right so I didn’t argue, making sure I at least turned off the lights and locked the place up before heading back to the car. I think, by the time we returned to her apartment, we were both a little nervous. I certainly was. I hadn’t been with a woman in far too long. And even though I was staying with her that night, I still wasn’t sure I was in the right frame of mind for intimacy.
Wouldn’t turn down a kiss and a cuddle though. Considering I’d been starved of affection from a woman for a couple of years, just something like a hug would feel wonderful.
Leading me through to her bedroom, she had an enormous bed, a couple of pictures hanging up on the wall, a dresser covered in feminine beauty products, and a small flat-screen TV on the wall. Built-in wardrobes full of clothes. The bathroom was on the opposite side of the hallway. I sat on the bed as she took off her sundress, standing before me in a matching pair of red bra and panties. Turning towards me, she smiled.
“Like what you see?” she asked softly. I didn’t trust my voice so made do with a firm nod. She smiled again, helping take off my shirt before bending down to take off my shoes and socks, then standing me up to lower my jeans, leaving me in my boxer-briefs. “Bet you’re wondering where I keep mine, right?” she asked, running her fingers over my obvious bulge. I was decently sized, and the one thing the ex-wife had never complained about was our sex life. Which made her cheating even weirder in some sense. She’d never really explained herself, though I didn’t really want to hear her excuses either.
“I’ll admit, it has crossed my mind.”
“I tuck it.”
“Fair enough.”
Straddling my lap, she kissed me without hesitation as my hands found their way to her back down to her arse. She smiled when I gave that a gentle squeeze. “Boobs are fake, arse is one hundred percent mine,” she said, giggling away.
“Hang on, arse implants? I must be living under a rock sometimes.”
We ended up under the thin sheet and blanket. I wasn’t in any hurry to have sex and Cindy seemed to realise that about me, though feeling her tight body pressed up against mine provoked the sort of reaction that made her smile. “Most men would just be wanting one thing from me now,” she whispered, and I could hear the sadness in her tone, “Though now I’m wondering…”
“Can I be honest?”
“I’d rather you be than not.”
“You’re fucking hot.” That made her smile. “And while my body is screaming at me to do things, my mind… I don’t want this to feel like some sort of rebound for either of us. All I know is that I really like you already but don’t feel the need to rush into anything. I mean, I only met you last night and you’ve invited me to stay tonight so I think that’s something. Right?”
“You’re not worried about the… extra parts?”
I kept my eyes on hers as I ran my fingers down her flat stomach towards the band of her panties. She opened her legs slightly as my fingers slid under the narrow band, and I could feel the heat of her cock. I barely brushed against it, but made sure I smiled. “No, it doesn’t bother me, because that doesn’t define who you are. What I’ve learned so far is that you’re a beautiful, intelligent, witty and rather fun young woman.”
That earned one hell of a kiss before she cuddled into me. “Charmer,” she murmured, “Although it is nice to have a man in my bed to hold me all night.”
“Now that I can do happily.”
Probably had my best night of sleep in months that night. I woke in the morning to feel Cindy spooned back against me. She woke up at roughly the same time I did, hearing her chuckle as she wiggled her arse against my obvious erection. Lifting her right leg over mine again, I ran my hand down her body and felt her erection having already popped out of her panties. “Well, looks like we share similar features in the morning,” I whispered into her ear.
“Want to shower together before breakfast?”
“That sounds like a rather delightful way to spend a few minutes.”
After we both visited the toilet to pee, I stepped into the shower stall where she was already wet. She pulled me close and the door shut, her mouth looking for mine again. Pressing her back against the wall, our tongues duelled playfully as we were both erect again in seconds. Both of us glanced down and smiled. “We’re the same size,” she said with a giggle “I’ve read some erotica about girls like me. I’m seven inches and thick enough that it’ll feel good.” Her fingers grasped mine, causing me to shudder. “And yours is almost the same.”
“Never heard complaints,” I muttered.
“Want to wash me?”
“I’d love to.”
I had great fun soaping up her body. She was athletic but not to a major degree, just kept herself nice and fit. Told me her cup size was a C, which I’d assumed, and she was five-nine, so shorter than my six foot. She knew I’d have a lot of questions about her life, and said if I was interested, she’d tell me all about it the more we got to know each other.
After she returned the favour, washing me up and down, she leaned back against me as we stood under the hot water. “I usually jerk off in the shower each morning,” she explained, “Generally keeps me going until midday. I’ll go jerk off at lunchtime.”
“Got a high libido?”
“I love to cum.” With one arm around her body, she lifted her head back against my chest. “Would you like to… stroke me?”
“Well, that’s something I never thought I’d hear in my lifetime. But I’d love to, Cindy.”
Holding her in my arm, I gently grasped her cock with my right hand. She shuddered and gasped at my touch, using a little more body wash to lube up her cock. Within a couple of minutes, I had her moaning softly, her body moving against mine. She could feel my erection against her. Snaking a hand back to grab me, I whispered into her ear, “Just let me take care of you this morning.”
“I’m keeping you, Mark,” she whispered back.
She must have been horny as she blasted cum all over the tiled wall within five minutes. She came a lot, at least five long, white streaks of cum, amused when she grabbed my fingers and sucked them dry. Then she seemed to realise, glancing back and smiling, with a blush on her cheeks. “I love cum, even my own,” she said.
“Something I might have to get used to?”
“I hope so,” she replied softly.
We got out eventually and dried off, dressing in her room before she happily made us both breakfast, then she made me lunch. Watching her bounce around the kitchen to the tunes on the radio had me smiling and chuckling the entire time. She was a bundle of energy and in a great mood. When I mentioned that, she stopped and turned. “My lover made me cum. I feel a lot lighter,” she said. Walking towards me, she gently grabbed my crotch. “Are you sure you don’t need to cum too?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Not often a man turns down…” She leaned forward and kissed me. “I would love to suck your cock, Mark. I mean that, one hundred percent.”
“Okay,” I said, smiling away, “You’ve convinced me.”
Breakfast and lunch preparation was immediately abandoned as she slid down to her knees, undoing the belt around my trousers, then the button before lowering the fly. Fishing out my cock, I was already semi-hard, and just meeting her gorgeous eyes, the licking of her lips, the feeling of her tongue along my shaft, had me rock hard in seconds.
“Nice and quick, baby,” she cooed, “We do have jobs to get to.”