Nadia

The transvestite cabaret was fun. There was a party of girls (genetic girls, I mean) out on a hen night or something and the performers played them up. I bought us drinks. I looked at this exotic creature sitting next to me and thought she was better-looking than anything on the stage so I kissed her several times. She responded enthusiastically. She said “I would really like to see you again, but not as a client. I think I love you.”

By now it was four in the morning. I walked her back to my car and drove her back to my house. She said she had never gone home with a client before and she was scared that I was going to hurt her. I kept reassuring her that she could trust me.

She had some condoms with her which she put on the bedside table for later. Then we stripped off and made love again in the same way as before. Again we managed simultaneous orgasms in each other's mouths. Then she stretched out and fell asleep. She was obviously tired and she looked so lovely lying there that I left her to it. I slept an hour myself, then woke up and lay there looking at her. We had thrown the duvet to the floor and she lay on her back naked. She was beautiful. I played with her cock and took it in my mouth without waking her.

When she finally woke it was ten o'clock on a sunny Sunday morning. We decided to get going and get her home. I made her breakfast and coffee and she told me again that she loved me. We kissed many times while we were drinking our coffee and getting dressed. I gave her my mobile phone number and she said she would give me hers later. She could not remember it. I drove her back to the Reeperbahn where she lived in an apartment with a friend. I dropped her off with more kisses and we promised to keep in touch. She rang me the same evening to give me her number.