He or she? It did not matter to me!

To this day I don't know how she breathed as she gave me the best oral experience I have ever had, and soon I was shooting my juice two feet across the room. As I laid on the bed, panting so deeply I was frightened I would wake the neighbours, she began to take off her clothes. Her breasts were magnificent, there is no other way to describe them. Small but not tiny, with nipples that stood erect and proud. Her stomach was flat and her curves were feminine. Her cock was rock hard and just begging to be swallowed and I soon found myself greedily feasting on her meat. I had never experienced a situation like this and soon she shot her load all over my chest.

We both collapsed at that point and lay in each others arms for quite a while. After a while I lit up and as we shared the smoke she explained that she was waiting for an operation and was taking a course of drugs in preparation for that moment. She explained that she was hetrosexual and had never engaged in intercourse with a man, either as a man (her real name was Rodger) or as a woman. She also asked me to respect that and not insist on anal sex because she wanted to wait for the operation so she could experience sex as a woman.

I was perfectly cool with that and we spent the rest of the night kissing, cuddling, sucking and touching until we both fell asleep. We spent the entire next day with each other and when that fabulous weekend came to a close I realised that I had a sexual experience so erotic and unique that it could never be repeated.

I never saw Candy again, and Joel had no idea of what happened, but I often think of her and that wonderful, passionate experience of ships that pass in the night.