Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2008 15:45:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: sjtw69 <sjtw69@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Meeting (TG)

First Meeting
By Stephanie Silver


The note from Dennis was short. It said, "I can't stop looking at your
profile. I've read your blogs, and your fantasy, and love what I
see. Thanks just for being here. Very cute bottom. I'd love to play with it
someday."

Some day came three weeks later when I arranged to meet Dennis at his
apartment for an afternoon of playtime. "Wear that same outfit you wore in
the picture," he said as he gave me directions to his home.

I was nervous as hell walking up the flight and a half stairway to his two
bedroom apartment. How did I know that Dennis wasn't an axe murderer? I
didn't. My nervousness at meeting someone I'd only known for three weeks,
and then only through an exchange of emails, was overridden by one thing:
lust.

I'd felt it ever since I'd read his first note to me. I suppose the
accompanying picture of his cock helped. I desperately wanted to be with a
man, to hold his hard cock in my hand and to feel it between my legs and in
my mouth. The fact that Dennis found me, a transgendered female, physically
attractive, added to my desire for him. The fact that he thought my bottom
was cute and wanted to play with it sent me over the top. It was hard to be
as patient as we were before finally deciding to meet in person.

My knock on the door was answered almost immediately. Dennis looked a
little different than he did in his picture, but not enough that I didn't
recognize him. He gave me a big smile. "Keisha?"

I nodded, blushing. "Yes."

Dennis invited me in, closing the door behind me. I'm pretty sure he took
advantage of the moment to glance down at my bottom, even though I was
wearing jeans and a t-shirt over the outfit he asked me to wear. I paused,
my back to him, letting him look if he wanted.

Dennis' apartment looked like a man's apartment. The furnishings were
simple: a couch and a recliner facing a large screen TV, and a coffee table
directly in front of the couch. In the dining area was a small table with
two chairs.

He invited me to sit down on the couch, and then sat down across from
me. We took a few minutes making small talk, discussing things we'd talked
about in our emails, and then he asked if I'd like to change into something
"more comfortable."

I blushed again and nodded. I didn't bother to tell him I was already
wearing most of it. Clutching the small bag with my lip gloss and
stockings, I let him direct me to the bathroom.

It took me just a few minutes to get ready. I took one last look at myself
in the mirror, making sure I was satisfied with my appearance. I was
wearing a coral-colored tank top with lace-lined neck, and flowered shorts
with shirred edges. I was also wearing pink stockings that came up just
past my knee, with satin bows over each knee. Putting my hand on the door
knob, I willed the butterflies in my stomach to be still and then pulled
the door open.

Dennis was watching me from the recliner as I slowly walked through the
dining area and over to the couch. There was no mistaking the lust in his
eye. There was no mistaking mine. The loose-fitting shorts did nothing to
hide the fact that my clitty had risen to full attention. He beckoned me to
stand in front of him and had me turn slowly so that he could see me from
every angle.

Next he had me kneel on the couch and pose for him in the same way I posed
in my picture. I knelt on the couch cushions, facing the back of the
couch. "Now, reach back and pull up your shorts in the back and show me
your bottom," he said.

I did, surprised that I had almost no will to say no. Not that I wanted
to. I pulled the soft fabric up, revealing a small amount of my
behind. "Higher," he directed. I pulled it even higher, giving him a good
view.  "You have a nice ass, Keisha," he told me.

I smiled. "Thank you."

Dennis beckoned me to join him on the recliner. I got up and approached
him, unsure of how he wanted me to sit. Taking my hand, he pulled me onto
his lap. I automatically put my arms around his neck, and we started to
kiss. I kept my eyes closed as the kisses slowly grew more and more
passionate. I felt Dennis' hand beneath me, pulling my shorts aside to
fondle my ass. I turned slightly, giving him easier access, and drove my
tongue deeper into his mouth.

After a while, Dennis reached around to the front and began to stroke my
clitty for me. I sighed happily. "Looks like someone wants to be fucked
pretty bad," he teased.

"I know," I said, blushing again. "I can't help it."

He nodded and kissed me softly. "Want to open your present now?"

I nodded eagerly, and slid from his lap onto the floor between his
legs. His cock was making a bulge in his pants. I saw it, but ignored it
for now. Instead, I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, pretending
to use my teeth as I undid each button.  When I had it completely undone, I
pulled it open with a huge grin and ran my hands eagerly across his hairy
chest. "God, you're sexy" I breathed.

When I was satisfied and ready to move on, I leaned up and gave him a kiss,
pressing against his bulging midsection with my upper body. Keeping
constant contact with him that way, I slowly slid the rest of the way to
the floor and began to take a serious interest in that bulge.

I started by caressing it through his pants, taking my time and savoring
every detail. Finally I undid his belt and unsnapped the top button. It
made a delicious clicking noise that made both of us grin as I looked up at
him and let him know just how much I was enjoying this.

Pausing briefly, I traced the length of his bulge a few more times before
continuing.

The sound of his zipper coming down was even more erotic. I used my fingers
to reach inside his pants to pull them open. He lifted his hips slightly so
that I could pull his pants down. I pulled them down just past his bottom.

As I did before through his jeans, I traced the length of his erection
through the fabric of his boxers. It took all my willpower not to go
faster. When he moaned, I glanced up to see his head back and his eyes
closed.

I pushed my fingers through the opening of his boxers, guiding the small
opening over to allow his penis to poke through.  There it was, the object
of my lust. I kissed it softly. I' would do more than that later, but for
now I couldn't resist.  Dennis moaned again.

I reached my fingers inside and gently stroked his shaft. "Suck me,
Keisha," he hissed.

We worked together to undress him, I untied his shoes while he finished
taking off his shirt. He kicked them off, and then lifted up his hips while
I pulled his pants off.

Wearing only his boxers and his socks, he directed me over to the couch and
had me sit down facing him. He pulled his boxers down and put his cock
right in my face. I gave it attention, kissing the tip and licking the
shaft, as I pushed his boxers lower. I wanted him undressed before I got
really serious.

When I finally did open my mouth wide for him, he slid in all the way to
the back of my throat. I had to push him back before I choked. "Just let me
do it," I said.

"Okay, Baby," he said. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I replied as I rubbed his cock across my face, occasionally
letting it touch my lips. "Will you cum in my mouth," I asked.

"Do you want me to?" he asked as I let my lips slide slowly down the length
of his shaft.

"Mmm hmm," I said, bobbing my head to nod. When I reached the depths that I
could manage, I put my fingers around his shaft to mark the spot and pulled
all the way back, seeing how much of it I had left. "Unless you'd rather
just jerk off on my face," I added.

"I'd rather do it in your mouth," he said. His voice still had a tone of
asking to it.

"Okay," I said and gave him a reassuring smile. I was pleased at just how
much of his cock I had been able to take on my first try, and disappointed
at how much of it was left. My goal was to take the entire thing at some
point.

I had no idea how long it took to make him cum. It felt like ten minutes to
me. I had been trying to match my rhythm to the music playing on the
stereo, alternating between long, slow strokes when the music was slower,
and short fast strokes when the music was faster. At other points I added
some tongue actions that I hoped would stimulate him along. My mouth was
getting tired, and I finally resorted to using my hand to jerk him off just
to give my mouth a much needed rest.

My efforts were finally rewarded when Dennis placed his hands on the back
of my head and announced, "I'm about to cum, Baby." We agreed earlier that
when he was ready to cum he could put his hands there to direct the
finish. I kept my mouth open and let him fuck my mouth.

He gasped and pushed forward one last time, holding it there. A moment
later I felt his cock start to pulse as his semen shot out. It was too deep
for me to taste, and so I let him finish. When the twitches finished, he
held my head in place and thrust in and out a few more times, letting out a
moan of satisfaction as he did.

Pushing gently and trying not to swallow my gift, I coaxed him into taking
his cock out of my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum, and swirl it over my
tongue a few times before swallowing it.

Almost before I could do that, Dennis was pushing me onto my back and
kissing me deeply. "That was incredible, Keisha," he said.

"Me too," I said, knowing this was only the beginning.