Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2015 20:49:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Secret Office Romance Part 2

Secret Office Romance (part 2)

With some large companies adopting a liberal policy toward gender
expression, this fictional account is quite possible.  I hope you enjoy
reading it as much as I wish it really happened to me!

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I woke up still tired, and wished that I had gone to bed earlier.  I kept
thinking about Jessica and was glad for the internet research I did last
night, even though it left me tired.

At work I resolved to contact Jessica and see if I could make things up to
her.  I looked up her phone number in the company listing and called her.
I apologized for being so dense last night and told her I really wanted to
see her, and invited her to my home for dinner.  She accepted and I planned
our dinner.  Jessica was on my mind the entire rest of the day.

That evening Jessica arrived on time and I invited her in.  I handed her a
Rum and Coke which I had prepared for her.  I told her that I needed to
spend a little while in the kitchen to make dinner and she offered to help,
which I accepted.  I was making beef stroganoff and asked her to chop some
onions and slice some mushrooms while I browned the beef and got the pasta
started.

While the meal was simmering I opened a bottle of Riesling wine to let it
breath.  As I set the bottle on the counter I looked upon Jessica and I
could imagine her being a wonderful wife for some lucky man.

I was unmarried but had dated, usually settling into relationships with
women that lasted less than a year.  It never seemed to take long before
they started talking about marriage, which just didn't interest me at the
time.  A few would say that they didn't think I was "ready to commit".
Answering that I might be when the right woman came along quickly brought
the relationship to an end.  The truth was that I wasn't looking for a
wife, and certainly wasn't willing to commit to them.

I don't know why any of this entered my mind, but looking at Jessica
convinced me that she was far more desirable than any woman I had been
with.  Jessica did strike me as the kind of woman I might take home to meet
my family.

I approached her and put my arms around her and kissed her.  She was
surprised, but responded wonderfully.  Kissing her strengthened my desire
for her, and I found myself nearly forgetting that she was transgendered.
We kissed for a few more minutes and then pulled back and smiled at each
other.  For a few minutes our eyes were locked on each other, then I kissed
her again, and then poured wine for both of us.

We sat on the couch together and shared our wine.  I looked at her with
admiration and asked, "So how is it that Jeff became so beautiful?"

Jessica smiled and explained that our company is one of a handful of large
companies with a liberal policy regarding gender expression.  Not only were
there rules prohibiting discrimination and harassment, but they also had
support systems to help in transition, including medical expense coverage.

Jessica had been on hormones since before I met her as Jeff, and approached
the HR department, who connected her with a counselor who helped her plan
her transition.  She obtained a legal name change and when she was ready to
live full time as a woman they set her up in another department, where
nobody would know she had been Jeff.  Her history was in confidential HR
records – her boss didn't even know.

While I was proud of my company, I had no idea how progressive it was.  "Do
the even cover GRS?" I asked.

"Yes," Jessica said, "I'm surprised you know about that."

"I was up late last night doing research," I confessed.

"I can get GRS," she continued, "but I'm not sure I want to – it's
pretty extreme."

"It sure sounds that way," I responded, "it made me cringe to just read
about it.  So you are pre-op?"

"Yes," replied Jessica, "is that a problem?"

"No," I said, "not a problem, but I'm not sure how to deal with it."

"It?" Jessica queried.

"Ok, your clitty," I said.

Jessica smiled and said, "what would you like to do with it?"

"I don't know," I confessed, "I'm straight."

"Of course you are," she responded, "as I am – I am not looking for a
gay or bi guy – I just want a normal straight man-woman relationship."

"I want that too," I countered, "but I'm pretty unsure of myself, but
willing to explore."

Dinner was ready, so I brought it to the table and poured more wine.  We
had a nice dinner and then returned to the couch.  We were both feeling
more comfortable with each other.

She sat close to me on the couch and we resumed kissing.  I placed my hand
on her knee and there was no resistance, so I slipped my hand up her dress.
As we continued to kiss I felt her open her legs to me and I slipped my
hand further and touched her silky panties.  Jessica's kissing became more
passionate and I slipped my hand closer and touched her clitty.  I froze
and she noticed it.

"You don't have to go further if you don't want to," she said, "but you may
if you wish."

"I'm really beginning to like you, Jessica," I said, "but I think I should
go slowly."

We continued to talk, punctuated by occasional kissing, and my hand
reaching up Jessica's dress.  I didn't go as far, just enjoying the feel of
her soft, warm inner thigh.

I told Jessica I had to get to bed early and catch up on my sleep, so we
ended the evening with another round of kisses.  Jessica left and I felt
like a teenager finishing his first date.  I had a truly wonderful feeling
about Jessica.

I went to bed and got a good night's rest.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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