The Client

We had no sooner order our drinks that I felt a stockinged foot between my legs. It quickly moved right to my crotch and started massaging my partly hard cock.

"I know you know what I am, and I'm sure happy that you like trannies," she said softly with a huge smile. "You wouldn't believe what I can do for you."

I had a pretty good idea of what she could do for me. I spread my legs a little wider and found myself rock hard in seconds. Right about then I wanted to strip her naked, and get very oral with her, sucking her boobs and her cock, however large or small it was. "Yea, you're like a dream come true," I said, realizing that that probably sounded pretty cheesy. She was getting me so hot it was hard to even think straight.

The drinks came, and her foot stayed right where it was, not trying to get me off so much as just toying with me and letting me know that she was as hot for me as I was for her.

"Hard to get dates being a TS?" I finally asked her.

"There are good days and bad days. Some of the guys that ask me out apparently don't know what I am, in spite of some hints, and get really pissed when they find out. More than one has tried to beat the shit out of me. Then there are others who act all interested in me but just want sex with a TS and nothing more. One quick fuck to see what it's like and that's the last I see of them. Now and then I meet a guy like you who can treat me like a real person - and that doesn't suck."

I thought that was a bit of a leap since we had been on more or less two dates and this was the second. However, there was nothing more that I would like than to have a good sex-infested and fun relationship with a hot TS like Kristi. We finished our drink, had a second one and then decided to go down the street a few doors to a nice Italian restaurant and have something to eat. She was so completely passable, that not only had I not figured her out right away, no one else was going to either. Just going out with her was pretty exciting.