Angel Chapter 2

From the incredible pleasure that had radiated outward from its presence, Angel had cum twice, her front clit, just as hard as his cock, rubbing against the sofa cushions and squirting semen all over them and her own belly. George had been so manly, and so sweet and considerate to her during her deflowering, that Angel had hoped to be able to get together with him regularly in the days after their tryst. However, once he had taken his pleasure with her, he changed drastically, seeming to turn into a totally different person.

Her very first experience with sex as a T-girl was even more wonderful and exciting than she could ever have dreamed it would be, at least while it has happening. The aftermath, being reviled by the man she had trusted and given herself to, and being sent away by him, could never change that. The end result wasn't really that bad either; she was in London, where she actually wanted to be anyhow, and her flat was waiting for her. And, after all, there were millions of men in the city, and some of them were sure to be single, and available, and to find her desirable.

There was supposed to be somebody there to pick her up, and Angel walked slowly to the area where men were standing and holding signs with people's names on them. After less than a minute, she spotted her own name on a sign being held by a tall, handsome young chap with long blonde hair. He was wearing what was obviously a uniform, including a billed cap, and Angel started walking toward him.

Brian Hunter knew nothing about the woman he had been assigned to meet at the train station, except her name was Angel Jones, which matched the name on his sign. He suspected she was most likely some fat old frump who was a big stockholder in the bank that retained his company, or maybe the homely wife of a big shot executive. Whatever she was, this would be a really dull assignment. "Too bad it can't be somebody like that bird over there," he told himself, ogling a tall, sexy young blonde in a tight green dress.