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My life so far had been a rollercoaster of physical and emotional experiences. My latest love interest had brought things into perspective for me. I was a man on the outside but with definite feminine tendencies and needs. I liked women and I enjoyed sexual relations with women. I guess having a dick meant something, physically if nothing else. Greg had brought out the real me, the me that had been buried deep inside, and that real me was all woman. My experiences with Greg showed me my true nature. I didn’t just like sex with men, gay sex, man on man sex, I wanted a man as a woman wants a man. I wanted to be his woman, not just in the bedroom either, but his woman completely.
My regular encounters with Greg confirmed that feminine role I liked so much. The feelings that arose within me when Greg would take me in his arms sent tingles throughout my body. It excited me, but it didn’t just make me horny, it excited my inner woman. I felt her within stir inside me with his embrace, felt her glow when he held the door for me, pulled out my chair, or told me how great I looked. The last making the color rise in my cheeks when I recognized the sincerity of his compliment. In his eyes, I was his woman and he seemed to get great pleasure in making feel like a woman. This is what I had been seeking my whole life, that one thing I got a glimpse of so many years ago, but never quite understood.
Something else I also knew, I was still a guy with a dick. I could make myself look feminine, but I could never truly be a real woman. I fantasized from time to time what it would be like to fully transition into a real woman. Nothing spectacular, just an ordinary every day girly girl, nice modest breasts and most importantly, nothing be sweetness between my thighs. I had missed my opportunity to make that change. Yes, I could still try, but that’s a younger girl’s game and an old cougar like myself, would just have to make the best of it. I was in my late thirties now and the changes I truly wanted take years, years I didn’t have now. I didn’t hate myself for being a girl with something extra and that was what was important, but it did leave me to face challenges that real woman don’t have. I was inspired to move forward and Greg had brought about that inspiration.
He’d shown me what was possible, with a little work, the right equipment, and a little luck. He had shown me that despite my physical condition, I could be a woman and experience the kind of life my feminine self craved. Greg had allowed me to explore those cravings. When held me, he held me as a woman. When his hands roamed across my body caressing me, he caressed me as a man caresses a woman. And when he kissed me, I melted in his arms, just any woman would. Our meetings were not just sex, though there was plenty of that, it was a total experience, more importantly it was a completely female experience.
So here I am, a female trapped in a middle aged man’s body. Well, not all was lost, Greg was proof, but Greg was an infatuation. I did love my time with him, but he was not the love I needed or wanted most. Boy, he was a great substitute! He had the right attitude towards girls with a little extra. He knew how to treat a girl like me and for someone his age, had a unique knowledge of just what buttons to push to really make a girl feel good. His skill in bed was considerable, not only did he have some delicious equipment, he really knew how to use it and he could use it a lot!
So here I was, just finished clean up after another wonderful evening with Greg. My body was still tingling from our activities as I sat on the couch and tried to clear my head enough to think about what came next. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to concentrate. I kept recalling the feel of Greg on top of me, his hands caressing every part of my body. Ooooo, and way his tongue swirled around my nipples was just ……….. I was never going to be able to concentrate at this rate, so I decided a bath would help clear things up. After running my bath and adding my favorite oil, I slipped into the tub and let the hot water sooth my aching muscles. The bath felt wonderfully relaxing. The heat from the water and the scent of my favorite coconut oil was having Avrupa yakası travesti the desired effect.
I slipped further into the tub with just my head exposed, loosing myself in the warmth. Our loving making this evening had been very active and very vigorous. I would be sore tomorrow, but the bath was working it’s magic. I relaxed and dozed a bit as my body recovered. I still had the well fucked feeling in my tender tush, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling as it reminded me of the evening’s fun. My mind began to clear and I could start to think more clearly. Greg was good, no Greg was GREAT, but Greg was just a means to an end. Greg loved our time together but he wasn’t in love with me, nor was I in love with him. I knew now what I wanted and needed, I just had to figure out how to get it.
I needed love, real love, the love a man with Greg’s attitude toward special girls like me. I needed a man who wasn’t just fun to be with and great in bed, but one who could see me as I saw myself. One who could accept my special gifts and treat me as the woman of his dreams. I thought about how I’d met my lovers so far and didn’t see much hope there. Most of the men I’d spoken to or exchanged messages with were after one thing, a nice thing admittedly, but not what I was looking for. The personals were an option, but there were issues there as well. It seems that people found it easy to be something they aren’t online. I had been to a few clubs over the years and they had been fun. There were people looking to meet some for fun, some just wanting to be around others with the same interests. I wasn’t much of a clubber, but that was an option I could explore.
I continued to chat, after all I had met Greg that way, but I was also looking forward to spending some quality time at the local clubs. I could at least meet some other people with similar interests and maybe even get some new ideas on meeting the right man. This was only Thursday and most of the clubs didn’t really get active until the weekend. I made plans to drop in on a couple of the clubs I was familiar with this weekend. Outings took a quite a bit of effort. As a young man, I never truly understood why girls took so long to get ready for anything. I now had a different perspective. Guys have it way too easy, once clean the only things they worry about are underwear, pants, shirt, shave or not, and maybe the hair, a girl’s life is not so simple.
My particular circumstance added some definite complications into the mix. Still I was better off than some special girls. I had a slight build and being only 5’9″, tall for most girls but still not overly so, made me appear less masculine than most guys. My small hands and small feet also made being feminine easier. My hair was mid length. I had liked long hair from my younger days and kept it that way. There were still issues to overcome, so preparations for going out on the town need some planning and lots of preparation. Hair, makeup, nails, and clothes notwithstanding, shaving was much more of a challenge than it would have been for guys. I had more than my face to worry about. The week progressed and my anticipation began building.
Once I got home from work on Friday, the battle began. There was a lot to do if I was going out tonight. Shower first, then shaving, makeup and nails, but the clothes were a problem. Guys can throw just anything on and be fine with it. Girls on the other hand have much more to consider when selecting the right outfits. It took about 30 minutes to figure out just what look I wanted for the evening. Still I was ready in about an hour and a half. I had chosen a club that catered to girls with something extra and tonight the club was offering twofers to all the special girls, so off I went.
There was a thrill associated with going out dressed and I enjoyed that thrill. I met others like myself and we got to exchange notes and stories. I soon found myself sitting in the club and talking with some friends I’d met, when I suddenly felt a presence. I looked around and saw a guy standing by the door. He was about 6′ 2″, not exactly handsome, but still attractive, it was just that he had more of an air of confidence about him. Avrupa yakası travestileri He was looking around like he was looking for someone special. I past it off and continue my conversation. After a bit, my friends bid me goodnight as they had some plans elsewhere and that left me on my own. I retreated to the bar for one last drink before going home. I had not expected much this first night out and I had a good time with the other girls, so the evening had been good.
As I sat sipping my last drink, I felt that presence again. When I turned around the man I’d seen earlier, was standing next to me. He had a slight smile on his face which mesmerized me. So entranced with his smile, I was actually startled when he spoke. His smile broadened a bit and he asked if he could freshen my drink. Still a little stunned, I could only smile and nod. From the way I was feeling, it almost surprised me I hadn’t giggled, I felt absolutely giddy. He introduced himself and sat down on the stool next to me. My mind was racing, he had to know this what kind of bar this was and surely he knew what I was, yet he chosen to sit and talk with me. Could this be real? He told me his name was Thomas and that he had noticed me when he first came. He continued, telling me he could not quite get that first sight of me out of his mind, so when he saw my friends leave he decided to take a chance to get acquainted.
My God, it felt like as though I’d been hit, I was utterly stunned. This attractive male presence was interested in me. I suddenly felt my fears rise up, did he know I was a guy in drag? He went on about how he didn’t frequent clubs much, as most people just seemed so fake but something about me made him think I was genuine. I felt the blood rising in my cheeks as he spoke. I smiled meekly at him and thanked him for the compliment. His smile broadened again as he noticed my reaction and he told me that was exactly what he was talking about. It was a good thing I was sitting, because that remark made me weak in the knees and I could just barely manage another shy smile.
I guess he sensed the affect he was having on me, as his demeanor seemed to soften as he spoke. We talked for a while about mundane things and as I listen to his voice, I began to feel more at ease. Suddenly he asked me If I’d like to dance with him. The comfort I had begun to feel talking with him was suddenly replaced by panic. Dancing had never come up before. I had never danced as a woman and had absolutely no idea of how to go about it. He saw the change as my eyes started to register my distress. He asked if something was wrong. It was all or nothing now, a lie would ruin what had just begun, so I told the truth. I admitted my lack of experience with dancing and he smiled that knee weakening smile again and told me he’d love to help me fix that problem. He stood up, held out his hand, I found myself and taking his hand, then he led me to the dance floor. There was a lively tune playing so this I handled pretty well, but it was soon over and DJ started a slow soft love song.
There was that heart stopping smile again and I heard him say, “Perfect,” as he moved closer to me, quickly slipping his hands around me and pulling me in close. He started off slow, gently rocking and I found it surprisingly easy to follow his lead. As my nerves began to settle down and I got more comfortable being in his arms, I suddenly realized I was in his arms. I felt his closeness, the heat of his body against mine, the strength of those arms which encircled me, and the smell of his cologne. All these sensations were overwhelming my senses. They were also arousing me. As the music continued, I could feel his body not just moving with mine, but pressing against me as we danced. I was beginning to feel giddy again. The feeling was intoxicating. This man had done almost nothing and I could feel the tension rising in me rising just by being close to him.
I think he sensed what was happening and as the song ended, he thanked me for the dance asked if I’d like another drink, so I followed him back to the bar. I needed to stay away from the drink, I was already a little light headed, so I only sipped at it while we talked. Travesti avrupa yakası Whether it was from the drinks I had earlier or from being close to him, I wasn’t quite sure, but that giddy feeling was overcoming again. As we talked, I found myself hanging on his every word. His voice was pleasant to my ear and I enjoyed hearing him speak. He made me laugh easily and I giggled like a school girl. The smell of his cologne mixed with his own manly musk was arousing the woman in me.
After what seemed like hours, he noted the time and told me he needed to go. I agreed it was late and told him it was time I headed home as well. Then without warning, he reached for my hand. Taking it in his, lifted it to his lips and gently kissed it. He told me he had a wonderful evening and that he was sure it was because of me. I truly blushed at that, smiling I admitted that I too had never had an evening quite like this one. He stood up and offered to walk me to my car. This totally surprised me and I guess my shock showed, because he laughed softly and smiling that marvelous smile, held out his hand to me. I stood taking his hand, as he led me to the door. He opened the door and held it for me then, once outside, held out his arm and asked where I had parked. I nodded toward my car and we moved along toward it. When we reached the car I fumbled with my keys, which he deftly took and opened the car door for me.
He smiled that wonderful smile again as he handed me my keys. There was an awkward moment silence while both us tried to figure out what to say, then he told me the perfect ending to his evening would be a kiss and asked if I’d mind completing his perfect evening. He took my surprised smile as approval and stepped closer. His arms slid around my waist and I felt him pull me to him. He looked down at me for only a moment before he lowered his mouth to mine. When his lips touched mine, I thought I would pass out. My knees weakened, but he held me firmly. My lips parted and I was rewarded with his tongue deftly slipping in and exploring, intertwining with my own eager tongue. I sucked at his tongue, the taste of him further feeding my intoxication. I never wanted the kiss to end. All too soon, I felt his grip relax, our lips parted and he stepped back.
I looked up at him, my smile returning, much broader this time as it was fueled by the emotion his kiss. I saw a look of surprise in his face and then that wicked delicious smile returned. “Wow'” was all I heard him say. We stood looking at each other for a moment, then I heard him ask if I would see him again. I told him that I’d like that very much. We exchanged telephone numbers, he promising to call me tomorrow, then held my door open for me. Once I was tucked safely inside, he leaned in and kissed me one last time gently on the lips. I sat mesmerized as I watched him walked toward his own car. It took several minutes for me to recover enough to start the car and head home.
The drive home was a blur. I barely knew what I was doing or where I was going. I suddenly found myself pulling into my driveway. Once I turned off the car, I leaned my head back against the rest and closed my eyes. My head was swimming. I marveled at how this man whom I had just met, had impacted me so completely and intimately. His touch had thrilled me in a way I had never felt before. His voice sent tingles up my spine. I scent aroused me ass I never been aroused before. I felt my sexual arousal deepen as I remembered how we moved with the music. When I remembered the kiss, that glorious kiss, his tongue probing my mouth, the taste of him, it was no surprise that I found my hard on straining at my pantyhose. How had this happened? How had this chance meeting sparked such and emotional and physical response in me?
I had to get a hold of myself. Taking several long deep breaths, I gradually settled down enough to head inside. I closed the door and locked it, then head over to collapse on the couch. I was still weak kneed from my experience tonight. I had to take several minutes to regain enough strength just to head off to my bedroom. Thomas had touched me, the real me, the feminine me, and I had responded to him in ways I had never thought possible. I had gone looking for something I was pretty sure of and found something unexpected and more wonderful that I could have imagined. Suddenly I remembered that he had said he’d call me tomorrow. My emotions soared with anticipation. Tomorrow was going to be new and wonderful. I wasn’t certain I would be able to contain my excitement until tomorrow.