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“This will be very hard to explain,” I thought as I felt the tip a cock against my lips and I opened my mouth sucking that small cock head into my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before and at times probably was the poster person for a homophobe. But for some reason as I knelt on the ladies room floor of the bar and she exposed her cock to me I couldn’t resist.
“Perhaps it was because she was dressed as a woman,” I rationalized as I felt my lips close around her cut tip. “Maybe it was because she was as beautiful as any woman I had ever dated,” or, and this scared the shit out of me, “perhaps I was really gay and didn’t know it.” Regardless of why I couldn’t stop myself as I ran my hands up her legs feeling her silky stocking covered legs. Her garters greeted my fingers as I explored up under her skirt.
Note I called this person “her” and there was a very good reason. Regardless of the fact that she had a cock everything else said WOMAN. I had stopped in a bar in a large metropolitan city where I was to meet with a client. I wanted a cocktail before the meeting which I told myself was to calm my nerves. It was a quiet little place with what appeared to be a lineup of regulars at the bar. There were half a dozen tables and three booths along the wall. In the front booth near the door I made eye contact with a beautiful young woman and she smiled.
Her cock was so hard and as I sucked it all the way into my mouth I caught the scent of her perfume. Her silky nylon panties bunched up around her very small balls brushed against my chin and sent a chill up and down my spine. My mind reeled, “how could anyone look so sweet and feminine yet have a cock that was now in my mouth?” I wondered as I felt her cock touch the back of my throat.
I ordered a scotch rocks and turned her way and she pointed to the empty seat of her booth. My first reaction was she must be a working girl. Yet she didn’t give off that vibe. ‘If she is a prostitute,” I thought as I tried to decide what to do, “she’d be damn expensive.” I nodded and walked over, “May I join you,” I said.
“Most certainly,” she responded and extended her hand, “Molly, and you are?” she asked.
“Larry,” I said slipping into the booth. This all felt a bit awkward, here I was, a seventy year old man setting with a woman half my age. I had no idea how to start a conversation with her so took a sip of scotch to avoid feeling awkward. There was this bit of relief in my mind, “If she is a prostitute she will get down to it pretty quick,” I thought as I looked at her cleavage and nearly lost control.
“Do you come her often?” she asked and for some reason it didn’t sound like a lame opening line.
He cock pressed against the back of my throat and I anticipated I would gag, but instead didn’t and my tongue massaged the underside of her cock tip and I felt her tremble with the pleasure as she pulled out a little. I loved the feeling of her hard shaft in my mouth and reached up to cup her hairless balls. It was obvious she either shaved or waxed more than her pubic area and the smooth skin and I loved holding her balls as she slowly pushed back into my mouth.
My other hand went further under her skirt and my fingers explored the silky full back panties she wore. I had noticed they were a pretty lavender color when she had pulled them down to expose her cock. I traced a line across the rear crotch seam and then up to the waistband. She moaned as my hand caressed her rounded ass and then I pulled her towards me filling my mouth all the way to my throat again with her hard cock.
Her hands came down to my face and I looked up as I began moving in and out of her cock. She smiled as I worked on her cock. As I said I had never sucked a cock but women I dated had sucked mine and most were a miserable attempt to please me. I knew what felt good to me and what seemed like the woman simply wanted me to get it over with. There was no way Molly was going to be left thinking I wasn’t giving this every bit of my energy.
I loved the feel of her ass in the silky panties and I let go of her balls and began caressing the soft bare skin above her cock. She was so incredibly smooth and as I caressed her there I caught the feint scent of talcum powder, a scent that brought back early memories of jerking off in the bathroom as a youngster.
I looked across the booth, her eyes were green and her completion was flawless. And although I had been taught better my eyes again drifted down to the open collar of her blouse and enjoyed the soft cleavage she presented. It wasn’t an in your face pushed-up look, just what had to be magnificent boobs held in what looked like a satin bra.
Her perfectly manicured fingers traced a line down the open collar line as if she was pointing towards the prize that lay below her silk blouse. I looked up almost expecting her to be glaring at the letch across the table from her. To my surprise she smiled again, “So do you?” she asked pulling me out of my daze at her beautiful face and cleavage. “Do you come her often?” she repeated.
“Uh, well, no, I am here meeting a client,” I stammered.
“What business are you in?” she asked and the conversation became about me and I felt totally comfortable talking with her. I reordered my scotch and her martini.
“Enough of me,” I said, “What do you do?”
“Well Larry, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said as she placed her hand on top of mine. Her fingers were as soft as silk and I felt my cock harden in response to the sensuous way she spoke and the touch of her hand.
“I would have no reason to doubt you,” I said as the waitress put the drinks down. Molly pulled her hand back from mine and took a sip of her drink. She looked into my eyes as if she was searching for something and leaned over the table towards me.
“I am here for a conference where I lecture on a topic,” she said leaning her elbows on the table revealing more cleavage and the bra gapped open and I could clearly see her had nipples nestled in the satin cups of the bra. My cock was so hard it would cut glass.
“What is the topic you present?” I asked taking a sip of my scotch.
Again she leaned towards me giving me another glimpse of her magnificent tits and nipples and whispered, “How to pass in the 21st century.”
I gave her a puzzled look as if to say, “pass what,” but said nothing.
“You don’t know do you?” she asked.
“Know what?” I asked.
“I rarely tell people this outside of the community of like minded people but you seem like an understanding sort. I am not what you think I am, I am transgendered?” She said twirling the olive around in her glass.
I nearly choked on the scotch and I am sure had a look of disbelief on my face. “So you are lecturing on how to pass as a woman?” I asked.
“Exactly,” she said, “and I also do a segment on developing a feminine voice but this seminar is really about the outward image that we present.”
There was a moment of silence between us, “Are you offended?” she asked.
“No, not at all,” I said, “You are either very good at what you do or you are pulling this old man’s leg,” I said.
“Well I can tell you that I am not pulling your leg, if I pulled anything on you it would not be that,” she said with a smirk that I realized was filled with as much sexual innuendo as the words she used. “I have had the help of a very good endocrinologist who was able to offer the right hormone treatment at a critical time in my life. And,” she said as she moved her arms under her boobs showing me all of her tits in the gapping satin cup bra, “these two puppies that you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of since you sat down started with that treatment and later with a very gifted plastic surgeon.”
“I, uh, well, I apologize,” I stammered and looked into her eyes, “It has just been a very long time since I sat across from a beautiful young woman and my old man eyes seemed drawn to them like a magnet.”
“You needn’t apologize, I am flattered.” She said as she placed her hand on top of mine. “You’re trembling,” she said, “Do I make you nervous?”
“A little, but if I may be so bold as to say this, well I probably shouldn’t,” I said and gulped my scotch knowing I was on the edge of something that although it made me uncomfortable I felt like there would be no stopping me.
“What is it,” Molly asked, “You can say anything to me because I trust you are not a creep.”
“Uh yeah, well, it is not that I don’t believe what you have told me, I mean I am not calling you a liar. Please don’t misunderstand what I am saying. It’s just at my age I have had all sorts of life experiences and sometimes folks try to deceive people and well, SHIT.” I stopped, my words were all twisted up in my mouth and I stared into those green eyes. “Were they really green or are they like what she is saying about those boobs that are perfect, fakes?” I thought.
“I understand Larry,” Molly said and grasped my hand, “Would you like to follow me,” she said as she stood and pulled gently on my hand.
At that moment I felt I was having one of those out of body experiences. It was like I was floating above that booth and watching as I stood and followed. There was simply no good reason to follow her other than I seemed to trust her. In the back hall there were two restrooms labeled, “HIS” and “HERS”. She stopped and opened the women’s rest room and said, “Please, no one cares.”
Standing in front of her in the restroom that was very clean and tidy Molly stepped close to me. My cock was still hard and I knew it was making a show of itself but if she knew she said nothing. She took my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed my finger tips. Then as if I was in a trance I felt my hand move with hers.
She pulled my hand down and lifted her skirt and placed the palm of my hand on her crotch. My fingers touched what I knew immediately was a cock, small but definitely a cock. She rubbed my hand across it and it hardened against my palm. “You see Larry,” she said with her lips just inches from mine, “I have something a little extra in my panties.”
Molly removed her hand from mine and later I wondered if she expected me to pull away from her. But my hand did not leave her body. I rubbed up and down on her panty covered cock and felt it harden to its full length of about 4 inches. “You like?” she asked as she brushed her lips past mine. It wasn’t a kiss, just a brief light touch that sent a chill down my spine. Her perfume filled my head and perhaps it was the scotch I had been drinking, I seemed to have no control over my mind or body.
“Would you like to see?” she asked.
And that was when I knelt without being asked to and now her cock was in my mouth and I knew she would finish. “Did I have the courage to let her cum in my mouth?” I asked myself as I continued worshiping the first cock that had ever been in my mouth. “Could I make her cum?” I thought as I remembered that no woman ever made me cum with their poor technique.
“You don’t need to finish that way,” she whispered with her soft hand on my face. My hands were all over her ass and then for reasons I would never be able to explain I tugged on her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Her balls were free of interference of the panties and I pulled off her cock and sucked them into my mouth. Her hairless scrotum felt so smooth in my mouth and she moaned in pleasure as my hand took hold of her saliva slickened cock.
“Oh my Larry, I would never have guessed you had these oral skills,” she cooed as I released her balls and smiled up at her, “You’re my first,” I said as I swallowed her cock determined to finish her off. My hands moved back to her bare ass and I felt her spread her legs. I took her signal and probed her ass and found the hole that I sought. I circled that wrinkled orifice and then stuck my finger into her ass.
She moaned again and grabbed my head and I knew she was going to cum. I felt her body stiffen, her ass clinched my finger and her cock throbbed and spit out a small amount of cum. It was sweet as honey and thick on my tongue. Molly pulled my head tight against her cock and another small amount of cum hit the back of my throat.
I felt her relax and knew it was over for her. “Damn hormones,” she whispered, “they take so much away while they give me so much.” She pulled at me and I stood holding her spent cock as it shrank in my hand. I looked into her eyes, “were they really green,” I thought, “who cares,” I thought as our lips met and she pushed her pelvis against me.
She broke the kiss, “my hotel is a block away, I’d love to have you come to my room,” she said, “I promise you won’t be sorry.”
“This will be very hard to explain,” I thought as I felt the tip a cock against my lips and I opened my mouth sucking that small cock head into my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before and at times probably was the poster person for a homophobe. But for some reason as I knelt on the ladies room floor of the bar and she exposed her cock to me I couldn’t resist.
“Perhaps it was because she was dressed as a woman,” I rationalized as I felt my lips close around her cut tip. “Maybe it was because she was as beautiful as any woman I had ever dated,” or, and this scared the shit out of me, “perhaps I was really gay and didn’t know it.” Regardless of why I couldn’t stop myself as I ran my hands up her legs feeling her silky stocking covered legs. Her garters greeted my fingers as I explored up under her skirt.
Note I called this person “her” and there was a very good reason. Regardless of the fact that she had a cock everything else said WOMAN. I had stopped in a bar in a large metropolitan city where I was to meet with a client. I wanted a cocktail before the meeting which I told myself was to calm my nerves. It was a quiet little place with what appeared to be a lineup of regulars at the bar. There were half a dozen tables and three booths along the wall. In the front booth near the door I made eye contact with a beautiful young woman and she smiled.
Her cock was so hard and as I sucked it all the way into my mouth I caught the scent of her perfume. Her silky nylon panties bunched up around her very small balls brushed against my chin and sent a chill up and down my spine. My mind reeled, “how could anyone look so sweet and feminine yet have a cock that was now in my mouth?” I wondered as I felt her cock touch the back of my throat.
I ordered a scotch rocks and turned her way and she pointed to the empty seat of her booth. My first reaction was she must be a working girl. Yet she didn’t give off that vibe. ‘If she is a prostitute,” I thought as I tried to decide what to do, “she’d be damn expensive.” I nodded and walked over, “May I join you,” I said.
“Most certainly,” she responded and extended her hand, “Molly, and you are?” she asked.
“Larry,” I said slipping into the booth. This all felt a bit awkward, here I was, a seventy year old man setting with a woman half my age. I had no idea how to start a conversation with her so took a sip of scotch to avoid feeling awkward. There was this bit of relief in my mind, “If she is a prostitute she will get down to it pretty quick,” I thought as I looked at her cleavage and nearly lost control.
“Do you come her often?” she asked and for some reason it didn’t sound like a lame opening line.
He cock pressed against the back of my throat and I anticipated I would gag, but instead didn’t and my tongue massaged the underside of her cock tip and I felt her tremble with the pleasure as she pulled out a little. I loved the feeling of her hard shaft in my mouth and reached up to cup her hairless balls. It was obvious she either shaved or waxed more than her pubic area and the smooth skin and I loved holding her balls as she slowly pushed back into my mouth.
My other hand went further under her skirt and my fingers explored the silky full back panties she wore. I had noticed they were a pretty lavender color when she had pulled them down to expose her cock. I traced a line across the rear crotch seam and then up to the waistband. She moaned as my hand caressed her rounded ass and then I pulled her towards me filling my mouth all the way to my throat again with her hard cock.
Her hands came down to my face and I looked up as I began moving in and out of her cock. She smiled as I worked on her cock. As I said I had never sucked a cock but women I dated had sucked mine and most were a miserable attempt to please me. I knew what felt good to me and what seemed like the woman simply wanted me to get it over with. There was no way Molly was going to be left thinking I wasn’t giving this every bit of my energy.
I loved the feel of her ass in the silky panties and I let go of her balls and began caressing the soft bare skin above her cock. She was so incredibly smooth and as I caressed her there I caught the feint scent of talcum powder, a scent that brought back early memories of jerking off in the bathroom as a youngster.
I looked across the booth, her eyes were green and her completion was flawless. And although I had been taught better my eyes again drifted down to the open collar of her blouse and enjoyed the soft cleavage she presented. It wasn’t an in your face pushed-up look, just what had to be magnificent boobs held in what looked like a satin bra.
Her perfectly manicured fingers traced a line down the open collar line as if she was pointing towards the prize that lay below her silk blouse. I looked up almost expecting her to be glaring at the letch across the table from her. To my surprise she smiled again, “So do you?” she asked pulling me out of my daze at her beautiful face and cleavage. “Do you come her often?” she repeated.
“Uh, well, no, I am here meeting a client,” I stammered.
“What business are you in?” she asked and the conversation became about me and I felt totally comfortable talking with her. I reordered my scotch and her martini.
“Enough of me,” I said, “What do you do?”
“Well Larry, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said as she placed her hand on top of mine. Her fingers were as soft as silk and I felt my cock harden in response to the sensuous way she spoke and the touch of her hand.
“I would have no reason to doubt you,” I said as the waitress put the drinks down. Molly pulled her hand back from mine and took a sip of her drink. She looked into my eyes as if she was searching for something and leaned over the table towards me.
“I am here for a conference where I lecture on a topic,” she said leaning her elbows on the table revealing more cleavage and the bra gapped open and I could clearly see her had nipples nestled in the satin cups of the bra. My cock was so hard it would cut glass.
“What is the topic you present?” I asked taking a sip of my scotch.
Again she leaned towards me giving me another glimpse of her magnificent tits and nipples and whispered, “How to pass in the 21st century.”
I gave her a puzzled look as if to say, “pass what,” but said nothing.
“You don’t know do you?” she asked.
“Know what?” I asked.
“I rarely tell people this outside of the community of like minded people but you seem like an understanding sort. I am not what you think I am, I am transgendered?” She said twirling the olive around in her glass.
I nearly choked on the scotch and I am sure had a look of disbelief on my face. “So you are lecturing on how to pass as a woman?” I asked.
“Exactly,” she said, “and I also do a segment on developing a feminine voice but this seminar is really about the outward image that we present.”
There was a moment of silence between us, “Are you offended?” she asked.
“No, not at all,” I said, “You are either very good at what you do or you are pulling this old man’s leg,” I said.
“Well I can tell you that I am not pulling your leg, if I pulled anything on you it would not be that,” she said with a smirk that I realized was filled with as much sexual innuendo as the words she used. “I have had the help of a very good endocrinologist who was able to offer the right hormone treatment at a critical time in my life. And,” she said as she moved her arms under her boobs showing me all of her tits in the gapping satin cup bra, “these two puppies that you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of since you sat down started with that treatment and later with a very gifted plastic surgeon.”
“I, uh, well, I apologize,” I stammered and looked into her eyes, “It has just been a very long time since I sat across from a beautiful young woman and my old man eyes seemed drawn to them like a magnet.”
“You needn’t apologize, I am flattered.” She said as she placed her hand on top of mine. “You’re trembling,” she said, “Do I make you nervous?”
“A little, but if I may be so bold as to say this, well I probably shouldn’t,” I said and gulped my scotch knowing I was on the edge of something that although it made me uncomfortable I felt like there would be no stopping me.
“What is it,” Molly asked, “You can say anything to me because I trust you are not a creep.”
“Uh yeah, well, it is not that I don’t believe what you have told me, I mean I am not calling you a liar. Please don’t misunderstand what I am saying. It’s just at my age I have had all sorts of life experiences and sometimes folks try to deceive people and well, SHIT.” I stopped, my words were all twisted up in my mouth and I stared into those green eyes. “Were they really green or are they like what she is saying about those boobs that are perfect, fakes?” I thought.
“I understand Larry,” Molly said and grasped my hand, “Would you like to follow me,” she said as she stood and pulled gently on my hand.
At that moment I felt I was having one of those out of body experiences. It was like I was floating above that booth and watching as I stood and followed. There was simply no good reason to follow her other than I seemed to trust her. In the back hall there were two restrooms labeled, “HIS” and “HERS”. She stopped and opened the women’s rest room and said, “Please, no one cares.”
Standing in front of her in the restroom that was very clean and tidy Molly stepped close to me. My cock was still hard and I knew it was making a show of itself but if she knew she said nothing. She took my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed my finger tips. Then as if I was in a trance I felt my hand move with hers.
She pulled my hand down and lifted her skirt and placed the palm of my hand on her crotch. My fingers touched what I knew immediately was a cock, small but definitely a cock. She rubbed my hand across it and it hardened against my palm. “You see Larry,” she said with her lips just inches from mine, “I have something a little extra in my panties.”
Molly removed her hand from mine and later I wondered if she expected me to pull away from her. But my hand did not leave her body. I rubbed up and down on her panty covered cock and felt it harden to its full length of about 4 inches. “You like?” she asked as she brushed her lips past mine. It wasn’t a kiss, just a brief light touch that sent a chill down my spine. Her perfume filled my head and perhaps it was the scotch I had been drinking, I seemed to have no control over my mind or body.
“Would you like to see?” she asked.
And that was when I knelt without being asked to and now her cock was in my mouth and I knew she would finish. “Did I have the courage to let her cum in my mouth?” I asked myself as I continued worshiping the first cock that had ever been in my mouth. “Could I make her cum?” I thought as I remembered that no woman ever made me cum with their poor technique.
“You don’t need to finish that way,” she whispered with her soft hand on my face. My hands were all over her ass and then for reasons I would never be able to explain I tugged on her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Her balls were free of interference of the panties and I pulled off her cock and sucked them into my mouth. Her hairless scrotum felt so smooth in my mouth and she moaned in pleasure as my hand took hold of her saliva slickened cock.
“Oh my Larry, I would never have guessed you had these oral skills,” she cooed as I released her balls and smiled up at her, “You’re my first,” I said as I swallowed her cock determined to finish her off. My hands moved back to her bare ass and I felt her spread her legs. I took her signal and probed her ass and found the hole that I sought. I circled that wrinkled orifice and then stuck my finger into her ass.
She moaned again and grabbed my head and I knew she was going to cum. I felt her body stiffen, her ass clinched my finger and her cock throbbed and spit out a small amount of cum. It was sweet as honey and thick on my tongue. Molly pulled my head tight against her cock and another small amount of cum hit the back of my throat.
I felt her relax and knew it was over for her. “Damn hormones,” she whispered, “they take so much away while they give me so much.” She pulled at me and I stood holding her spent cock as it shrank in my hand. I looked into her eyes, “were they really green,” I thought, “who cares,” I thought as our lips met and she pushed her pelvis against me.
She broke the kiss, “my hotel is a block away, I’d love to have you come to my room,” she said, “I promise you won’t be sorry.”
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