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New Plumbing
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
He sat down in the aisle seat. I was at the window. It was only a
small plane so there was just the two of us.
I was on my home that evening. I had come straight from a meeting and I
was in my best business suit. The skirt was fairly short and I had only
nude pantyhose and a smart pair of heels. He admired my legs as he
fastened his seat belt. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
I was not until we were airborne that he spoke to me, "I'm sorry, I
couldn't help noticing that you seem to working on some plans on your
laptop. Professional curiosity. I'm an architect. You too?"
"Well not really," I replied. "I just design bathrooms. This is for a
hotel renovation. Old service ducting is presenting a bit of a
challenge."
"John Hansom," he said, holding out his hand. He was. Handsome I mean.
I returned his hand shake as softly as I should, and could not help but
say, "How appropriate." And then I added, "Ginny, Ginny Dunlop."
"I get some stick for it - the name." He smiled again. What a smile.
"Perhaps you could explain something for me, as an architect," I said.
"Look at this. Why is it that architects design buildings without
drains and vents?"
He laughed, "Clearly not as versed in the dark arts of plumbing as you
are." Then he added, "How do you get into this line of work?"
"To be honest, I used to be one ... a plumber I mean," I said.
"Not a common trade for a woman," he observed, correctly.
I said, "Well, to be even more honest, I haven't always been one."
It was a deal breaker. A conversation terminator. An "I'll find
another seat" moment. Why do I have to blab this out? Sure, I resolved
that I would never hide it, but do I have to volunteer it? I could have
not mentioned that I was a plumber. Why did I?
"You're kidding," he said. He looked genuinely surprised. "I never
would have guessed."
"I'm sitting down," I explained. "In these heels when I stand up I am
over 6 feet."
"It's not about that," he said. "You just seem so feminine. I
apologize in advance if it offends you - women seem so sensitive to it
these days - but I think that you're very attractive. Honestly I never
would have guessed."
"Not only Hansom, but charming," I quipped.
"To answer your question, I think that we get so caught up in the beauty
of something, we sometimes forget how it works" he said. He looked at
me as if he was not talking about buildings at all, and said, "Now that
I have answered your question, would you answer one for me?" He pulled
out his notebook and brought up a CAD drawing. "How would you fit a
bathroom into this space?
I reached over to take the notebook from him. My nails were manicured
and painted pink. I had them done specially for the meeting. They
looked fantastic. Again I could see him admiring my hands and the way I
gently took the device from him.
"This configuration will not work," I said. "Let me open a sketch pane
and I will show you ..."
We spent the whole flight talking business. It was not all one sided.
He had picked up some sketches from me, but I had also learned more
about architects approaches to provision for services than I had in my
whole career in this area. I had just never sat down with an architect
for that long.
But he clearly thought he had got the better part. As he rose after we
arrived at the gate, he said, "I really feel that I have benefited
hugely from our chat. Will you allow me to buy you dinner?"
As I shuffled out of my seat as came to the aisle I realised that even
in my dress heels he was quite a bit taller than me.
"I was going to drive home," I said. "It's over an hour's drive to my
place from the airport. But, ... alright. If I can get away not too
late, that sounds like a deal."
"Great," he said. Standing aside to let me through. "I have to stay
the night in town for a meeting here tomorrow. I was not looking
forward to eating alone."
We walked through the concourse, and I said, "I have a car here, so I
can drive you to your hotel."
As we approached my small coupe, he said, "Not a truck then?"
"When I was a plumber I used to have two," I said. "One for work, and a
flash one for evening and weekends. But this is more me now." And it
was true. Strangely perhaps, I was no longer interested in big
vehicles.
"We can eat at the hotel unless you know somewhere better," he said as
we pulled in. "Pick somewhere expensive if you like."
The valet parked the car at his hotel and I made a couple of
suggestions. He chose the smaller restaurant, which I had described as
"classy and intimate."
The food was good too. And the conversation. We had finished a bottle
of wine just as the main meal reached the table.
"I think we'll get another," he said.
"I shouldn't if I'm driving," I said.
He looked at me intently across the table. "Stay the night," he said.
I think that I had been hoping for this, but I was still surprised.
"Are you sure?" I said.
"Stay the night," he demanded. Somehow I liked the tone. He was taking
control of the situation. Of course I could say no. It was a little
out of order.
But I said, "Ok."
We drank another bottle and we finished our meal. As we left the
restaurant he offered me his arm and I took it. I clasped both my hands
together at one stage, clinging a little too tightly, but the truth is
that I never felt so much a woman than at that moment. It had not
occurred to me before that it would, but having a man made me feel this
way.
We went up to his room.
I noted, "A king size bed. You must have backed yourself that I would
say yes the moment you checked in."
"I thought maybe I had a hope," he said. "Please don't judge me too
harshly."
"I am sure you're an expert," I said. "I never even asked whether you
are married. Not that it matters."
"Happily divorced," he said wryly, as he removed his tie and unbuttoned
his shirt.
"Let me do that," I suggested.
When I got close to him he pulled me to his body and kissed me gently.
It was the kind of kiss I suppose every girl dreams of, but I cannot
recall that I ever did. Being a woman was not about a moment like this,
but somehow it now seemed to justify all the turmoil of transition. But
more oddly, it evoked in me a yielding that was almost frightening. I
am not a small person but I genuinely felt that I was powerless in his
embrace. I had not expected this.
His body was hard and hairy. Not unlike a body I once had. I touched it
and I could feel the heat.
I took off my jacket and blouse and let my skirt slip to the floor.
Thank god I was wearing a black camisole and matching bra and panties -
probably the most sensual underwear I owned. I had worn it today
because it made me feel empowered and sexy. It was just right.
I reached up and took down my hair. It had been in a business-like updo
but it now fell about my shoulders, the curl from the morning's efforts
still in place at the ends. He breathed in sharply. I could see a kink
in his pants. He could see me see it.
"Your hair is beautiful," he said.
"Just lucky I guess. Lots of other girls in my position are not so."
"What position would that be?" he said. He took me again in arms and
buried his face in my hair. I hoped that it still smelt of shampoo. It
was expensive and scented, but I had been working all day.
He stood closely in front of me. He pulled up my camisole and unclipped
my bra with skill. My breasts fell a little, but they were still
relatively new and pert. He let his pants drop. He looked down into my
eyes. Without my heels on he seemed so much taller I even felt
"petite." He took my soft breasts in his warm hands. I could feel his
erection touch my smooth cool belly, hot as a branding iron.
At that moment I felt a warmth come over me. I instinctively closed my
eyes and a small moan escaped my lips. He dropped to his knees and
pulled down my panties. He could now see at close quarters my clipped
bush and the surgeons work. I could not see his face to see whether it
was relief, but he thrust his face into my pubis and nuzzled. It was
heavenly.
I somehow felt that I needed to return the favour. His pants were off
and it was me pulling him to the bed. I reached the edge first and sat
level with his erect penis.
Although he could not have known it, this was the first time I had ever
held another man's penis. But of course I knew the anatomy well. I
knew where to stroke it and where to place my tongue. But I had never
blown a guy and did not want to do that now. I wanted him inside me.
But I knew from experience how much a tongue can do to stiffen a man.
"I have some lubricant in my bag, but no condoms," I said. I carry the
lubricant for dilation, not because I engage in casual sex with fellow
airline passengers.
"I have some in my toilet bag," he said. "But they have been there a
while. I don't want you to think that I do this every trip out of
town."
We found and opened the pack acting together feverishly. It was clear
that neither of us wanted to delay the moment another second.
I lay down on the bed. This is the way I wanted it. Him on top. Me in
the submissive position. Face to face. His erection was huge and hard
- what I would have called "a diamond cutter" when I had a penis. I
knew that he was ready but he took the time to work my body with his
mouth and hands to prime me for what was to come. I rolled on the
condom expertly and he applied the lubricant. He wiped his hands on a
hotel hand towel. We both laughed.
He took my face in his hands and found my entrance with his organ alone.
We looked into each other's eyes the whole way in. Slowly. Smoothly.
Then slowly back and in again. The sounds only the gentle slurp of the
lubricant, then our panting and gasping in unison.
It seemed that I had spent a lifetime fucking women, and now instead of
being fucked by man, somebody was making love to me. Making love, with
the emphasis on the word love. Perhaps all women have this kind of
romantic view of it, or was it just women like me. But somehow it seem
that receiving was so different. Somehow it was not just a physical
thing. It was a higher plane.
And that was before it even started. The gentle rocking became faster
movement. His hips slapped against my inner thighs. Moans became
wails. His penis seemed to swell inside me so that I could feel every
square of skin on it.
And then it hit me. An orgasm. A real female orgasm. Not the little
flashes that using a vibrator for dilation can deliver. This was the
real thing. A body racking, mind warping orgasm. And in the moment of
heightened sensitivity, with perfect timing, I felt his penis convulse
and deliver its load. It was the best feeling I have ever had.
I knew what would come next. He would roll off me and yank off the
rubber, throw it on the bedside table. Job done. But that is not what
happened. Without pulling out he looked down at me and cupped my face
again. He whispered, "Ginny ... that was perfect. You were perfect."
He held me close until his penis shrank back and left my quivering
passage.
We went to sleep in one another's arms. When I woke he was on his back
and my head rested on his chest with an arm draped over him. In the
shafts of morning light I noticed that my arm was so different from his
body. All the muscles I once had seemed long gone. The skin was pale,
smooth and soft. I seemed so small and weak in contrast to his body.
He stirred and I kissed him on the lips, his morning stubble brushed my
hairless chin. I hated my beard, but I adored it on him. I stroked it.
He pushed back my hair to look at me. I thought that I must have looked
awful. Traces of last nights make up just the wreckage of my best
efforts.
"Good morning beautiful," he said. "Can we have breakfast?"
"I really need to get home," I said, with genuine regret. I was
supposed to be on the job by 8:00 and it will take me at least 45
minutes to drive home. Then at least an hour to shower and get my face
and hair in order."
"Wash up here. I'll call for room service," he suggested. "Coffee and
Danish pastries." He took to the phone while I took to the shower.
I was not too long and as we swapped rooms he playfully pulled at my
towel. I smacked his hand.
By the time he was finished showering I was almost ready. I had grown
my hair years before and had become adept at styling. My French roll
was neat and showed the sheen that I had brushed from it. I had almost
finished applying my makeup and I had made use of the change of clothes
in my bag. It was a two tone figure hugging dress.
"You really have the most beautiful body," he remarked.
"I am glad you said so. It cost me my life savings." I smoothed out my
dress and posed a little.
"It's a great investment," he said. And then after a while, "I just
cannot imagine you as a man."
"To tell you the truth, I was a lot like you," I said. "Perhaps not
quite as tall or good looking, but strong and confident. I could pull
the girls."
"You mean that, before all of this, you dated women." He seemed
genuinely surprised.
"Just so you know, I didn't do 'all of this' to please men. I did it
for myself. I needed to do it. I am a woman, I just didn't look like
one."
"You do now," he said. "In fact I have to tell you I cannot imagine you
as a man. When I first saw you I assumed you were a woman, and even
when you told me I couldn't believe it. I still can't believe it. I
can only see a woman."
"I think that's the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me," I said,
with tears in my eyes.
He came close to me and held me. I could smell his aftershave and
beneath it the muskiness of a man. It was both reassuring and
thrilling. I had discovered something about the new me since yesterday
afternoon.
I needed to redo my makeup. Then we left the room. He had only a
drawing case as he would return later. I had my overnight bag. We held
hands in the lift. An older couple joined us on the 12th floor. They
smiled at us. We must have looked like newly-weds. Tall newly-weds.
As we walked across the lobby he said, "I have your details. I will be
sending work your way. I think that you have special skills." He said
the words with a cheeky smile. He handed over the valet ticket for my
car and added, "Can I see you again?"
"There's a distance between us," I said, "but sure, why not. I would be
interested to see whether the second time can be as good as the first."
"You mean just the first time for us together, don't you?" he whispered.
And when I looked a little sheepish he whispered, "You don't mean to
tell me that last night was the first time ever?"
I also replied in a whisper, "I have had sex thousands of times, but
yes, last night was my first real experience as a woman. I hope it
won't make you feel too uncomfortable if I tell you it was the best
experience of my life ... so far, that is."
"Why would that make me feel uncomfortable?" he asked. "I feel
privileged."
He kissed me tenderly on the forehead. We stood for a while as the
valet pulled up. We just looked into each other's eyes. It was only
the valet pushing the keys onto us that broke the spell. He opened the
car door for me and I slid in to the driver's seat in the manner I had
learned - legs in last, allowing him a lingering glance.
For some reason I was momentarily conscious of my new pussy, nestled in
my lace panties. I thought how lucky I was to be rid of what had been
there before. Everything seemed to be right, with my new plumbing in
place.
He leaned on the open window. "Please call me," he said. I drove away.
Should I?
The End
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