You've Got Shemale Part 2

"Coming?" I heard her voice call to me from the restroom. I had wiped myself up a bit with a tissue while she was doing something with the faucet running in the restroom.

"On my way!" I quickly walked in and closed the door behind me. I looked at the beautiful woman in front of me, pale skin, black hair, and with those sexy breasts exposed. If I didn't already know what she fought so hard to keep a secret, I'd never guess there was an tool beneath her skit that most women didn't have. I was already naked but she was still in her black skirt with the tip of a hot pink undergarment peeping above it.

Our eyes met and I realized I wasn't the only one nervous about this. Her teasing just a few seconds ago almost seemed from a different person. Now I'd never seen a transsexual naked in real life, but this was her first time being intimate with someone she'd met after she started transitioning. Her past boyfriends had known her from before or even transitioned with her, so I was the first that she fell for knowing her only as "Amy" and not who she was before.

"We don't have to do this now, if you'd rather not," I forced the words out. I was incredibly horny for her, but I also truly did not want her to be uncomfortable for this. I've lost out on sex many times due to things like this, but I never wanted a woman to regret me. Regret losing me, maybe, but never to regret me.

She smiled slightly, her red lips widening on that gorgeous pale complexion. Amy lowered her head for a second, her black bangs covering her blue eyes, but when she raised it back up she had a quiet strength in them. She wanted me as I wanted her, not just sexually, but as a partner. Amy took in a breath and reached a hand out to caress my chest. My hair bristled as though her touch had actual energy in it, and my heart began to pound. Her eyes met mine once again, and she slowly pulled her skirt down until it dropped to the floor.

My eyes widened a bit when I realized she was wearing a pink thong.