My first Shemale

An impatient knock on the door reminded us where we were. As we slunk out the door, a middle-aged woman she gave us a disapproving look. I didn’t care; neither did Jamie. Back at our seat she rewarded me by sticking her tongue deep into my throat, tasting herself and rubbing my erection. She stuck her tongue in my ear and whispered, “I wish I could blow you too.” In answer I looked back at the washroom She slapped my hand and said, “No!”

In Miami we exchanged phone numbers. I was ready to see her the next day.

I still go out with women but sex is best with Jamie. I introduced her to a date and we actually ended up in a threesome. Annie swears Jamie is the best sex she’s ever had. Who could argue? To this day the two are good friends. It’s hot to see the two of them in the cafe, both flaunting their fantastic legs.

To this day I cannot believe my good luck that Jamie had the right attributes and temperament for my first time. I couldn’t have asked for better–not even from the shemale at the gallery. Jamie still excites me. We still get together when we can, but we have separate lives. I’ll always thank the airline for one faulty plane.