Jenna & Stephen Part 2

The days leading up to it were torture, both because of the nerves, but also in the intense anticipation and desire growing within us.

While it felt like a long time, in reality Friday night quickly arrived. We checked into the room and sent a text message to Soda with the room number. My nerves, while still present, were diminished considerably by Jenna who was a cool as a cucumber. This was her fantasy about to come true, plus with her previous encounter with a shemale, she wasn't the least bit nervous.

Jenna looked gorgeous, dressed in her jeans, high white "stripper" heels and white bikini top. I was admiring her beauty when there was a knock on the door. We both jumped, me in startling realization of what was about to happen and Jenna is exuberant excitement. She practically ran to the door as I wondered if I could still back out of this.

As Jenna opened the door, any thoughts of leaving seemed absurd. I was taken back by Soda's beauty. She entered and we exchanged our pleasantries and Jenna handed Soda the envelope containing our "tribute" for her time.

Unbeknownst to me, when booking the appointment, Jenna mentioned to Soda that I was quite nervous. Soda told her that it's been her experience that most new guys need her to take charge. She suggested I might need that. Jenna agreed.

As we stood there and I wondered where we would take this next, Soda brought her hand around my head and her lips to mine, she locked me into a passionate kiss that had my cock instantly hard. Jenna stepped next to us and Soda released her kiss to me in order to kiss Jenna. Then Jenna kissed me, and it went like this for a few minutes.

"Both of you get undressed," Soda ordered. We both obliged, with Soda watching closely as if she were inspecting us to ensure we met some required standards. "Jenna, remove my dress," said Soda.

Jenna removed Soda's dress, as demanded. I could see an impressive bulge in Soda's panties. "Now Stephen, come and undo my bra," was Soda's command.