Changes

“I don’t normally stop at dives like this, but I’m glad I did tonight”, he said. I gave him my best demure look and replied, “why would that be?” He laughed at the flirt and nodded to me. “You’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, I’m not sure why, but I’m drawn to you.” I blushed at the compliment and went silent for a while.

Like I said he was older, easily in his fifties but he was easily six foot, with strong shoulders, and a good physique. Not an athlete mind you, but someone that definitely kept themselves in shape. He had that peppered look, black hair with spots of gray and just enough stubble to have that masculine unkempt look without actually being anything but neat and well groomed.

I took a sip of coke and licked my lips before talking again. As we chatted I realized he was definitely the one. My body was aching with desire as we talked. I was clumsy for a woman, but after 28 years of being a guy I knew what they liked. I touched him hand as we laughed, gave him glimpses of my cleavage, purred when he finally decided to kiss me. It may have been clumsy for an actual woman, but it was definitely working. He was into me, and finally asked if I wanted to leave with him. My answer was an emphatic yes. I giggled a little as he walked me outside, my arm through his. I was shocked when we came up to a brand new Mercedes and he smiled at me.

He opened his door and let me in. Then he got in and we drove. As we went along we talked, and flirted and before long his hand was on my thigh. I was breathless with excitement and anticipation, but also with a little bit of fear. I was worried what this meant for me…I wanted this, so badly but I was always into women before. What would it be like to be the woman? What would it be like to have a cock ramming into me instead of being the one doing the ramming?