My Trans Sensual Affair

My name is Carol Sanders and I am a 36 year old college student majoring in Gender Studies though at present, I am studying the Female to Male transsexual movement in our society today. I guess you could say that I am a late bloomer when it comes to higher education, but as they say, “Better late than never.” I suppose, I decided to major in Gender Studies and its vast sea of incarnations, primarily because I found the subject to be quite fascinating and enlightening to say the least, but I also have another reason for my interest in this field. I was interested in the Female to Male transsexual experience in particular, because frankly, the whole concept for some strange reason aroused me and touched me in secret dark places that people rarely speak of in the light of day or even in the cover of night for that matter. I suppose the idea that there were men out in the world, who understood intimacy just a little bit better than your average home grown male homosapian and perhaps possessed something a little extra and unique unto themselves, that was different from the old standby of available red blooded american male so to speak, both intrigued me and welcomed my female sexual interest; but I never thought that I would actually have the chance to expand on my fantasy in reality.

I am an intelligent, articulate and very self aware woman, but at the same time, quite shy and conservative and would never even dream of exploring my feelings, whatever they are and to be honest, I'm not really sure at this point, exactly what they are, I only know that I feel hot, when ever I think about being taken to bed by a transman even though, I've never exactly met one. Silly isn't it? How was I supposed to get the chance, if I hadn't even met an FTM? Well, at the time, I didn't honestly believe that I would ever...well...have the nerve to explore those desires even if given the chance, but of course there are two famous sayings that remind you that you should never assume anything “Be careful of what you wish for, because you just might get it,” and “There is always a first time for everything.” Touché.

Well, allow me to tell you a little bit more about me. I'm about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with smooth full and well earned curves, that any woman would be proud to own. I have a naturally round and very feminine derrière that moves with me when I do. I have long free flowing dirty blonde hair, with big curious green eyes. My skin is clear and soft and the color of Alabaster. I have naturally full, red pouting lips and very large bouncing breasts with fat pink buds that swell to twice their size, when brushed or pinched in just the right way. I must say, that I have only my Mother to thank for my beautiful blessed bosom. Thanks Mom. I will go on to say, that it is not within my nature to be impulsive or to take unnecessary chances. I guess you could say that aside from my chosen field of study, which is more unique than most, I am quite subdued and a bit on the conventional side. But as you'll soon discover, my story has little to do with convention and more to do with the unconventional and the uniquely beautiful in the world.

Well, my story really begins, the day that I attended a required class seminar being given by a well known and respected Female to Male transsexual, who was recognized as a transgendered community advocate, published author and lecturer. In truth, I would have attended anyway, as my curiosity completely had the better of me and I wanted to see this man in person. I had only heard of him and about his work, through the grapevine, but had never actually seen a picture of him, so I wasn't sure what to expect. As I searched for a good seat up front, I could hear hushed and excited whispers, coming from all corners of the auditorium, as the hour for our guest to arrive, grew near.

The room was electric and made my whole body tingle with expectation and I couldn't help but laugh to myself. As we all proceeded to take our seats, the announcer walked on to the stage and tapping his mic, very nervously cleared his throat and began to read through an introduction, which outlined our guest speaker's many accomplishments and contributions to the transgender community through out his very long and illustrious career. Soon the audience was applauding, as our guest of honor graciously walked onto the stage and into the light. I couldn't help but stare as he came into view. He was intensely handsome, in his tailored blue suit and tie. I found it hard to believe, that this...this incredibly masculine man, had once been a woman. He looked about 45 years old, 5’8,” with broad shoulders and the cutest ass that I could ever remember seeing on a man. I could see that he was very tight and muscular and kept himself in great shape; he was absolutely beautiful to behold.

He had very intense ice blue eyes, that were so clear, that I could almost see my own reflection in them; and very fine dark brown hair, cut short, in what they use to call, “A man's hair cut,” and he wore a very neatly kept beard and mustache. I got the distinct impression, that he was very proud of his facial fur by the way he kept running his hand over his face when he spoke. I wondered to myself, if he was just as hairy all over and a wicked smile crossed my lips at the thought. Soon the room grew quiet enough to hear a pin drop, as he went on with his lecture. I studied him closely, hard pressed to find any remaining evidence, that a woman had ever occupied this body. He was amazing and I could feel my heart beat, pounding hard in my chest, as his strong voice boomed throughout the room, with the force of 10 men. He was very articulate and eloquent in his delivery, as his hands moved with the speed of his quick mind.

I loved watching him and found myself wet and almost squirming in my chair. “Fuck Hes hot,” I absentmindedly said out loud to myself and then realizing my slip, quickly scanned my isle, making sure that no one had heard me. I was acting completely out of character and relished the change in me. I could feel my breasts begin to expand and swell each time he opened his mouth to speak. Once he even came close to the edge of the stage and looked directly into my eyes as he passionately made his point and I thought for sure, that I would cum right there in the auditorium. “Oh my God, I thought,” “What are you thinking girl?” I had to smile, as I adjusted my skirt, which was starting to pleasingly ride up the crack of my ass, forcing me to fight back the impulse, to slip my hand into my panties and play hard with my pussy, in a room of more than 200 students and faculty.

As the lecture finally drew to a close and we began to rise up out of our seats preparing to leave, I smoothed out my skirt and tried to compose myself, before heading for the door. There he was standing at the door, greeting students and faculty and graciously signing autographs with a genuinely warm smile on his face. I wanted to meet this man, but was scared to death. I thought, “Why on earth would he want to talk to me?” I needn't have worried. He was very kind and down to earth, but at the same time, he was very charismatic and alive, with a strength and confidence about him that was incredibly attractive and hard to ignore.

As he was shaking hands and thanking the last student for attending his lecture, he looked in my immediate direction and I almost froze in my tracks. “God,” I thought “What do I say to him?” “I loved your lecture, oh and by the way, I find you incredibly sexy and would you mind taking me to bed and fucking me silly?” I rolled my eyes and had to laugh at the absurdity of the thought. I finally managed to make my way to the door and muster up the courage to talk to him. He looked directly into my eyes, which was nice for a change, as most men usually looked at my tits first and then when they remembered that most women consider that to be pretty tacky, they'd finally get around to looking into my eyes. I reached out my hand and said, “Hello, I just...well, I just wanted to say how much I really enjoyed your lecture.” He took my hand in his and smiling that beautiful smile of his, he graciously thanked me. I was about to chicken out and take my leave, when he said, “Would you be interested in having some dinner with me and maybe some coffee afterwards?” “I noticed you in the audience and had the distinct impression that you noticed me too; and if I'm wrong, then I'm going to be one terribly embarrassed transsexual,” he laughed out loud and slightly apprehensively. He completely took me by surprise first, when he referred to himself as a transsexual, which I had completely forgotten, as you would never have looked at this man and thought transsexual in million years and second, that he asked me to join him in the first place. I could not resist the offer and so I accepted. “Sure that would...that would be really nice.” In a very gentlemanly way, he placed the palm of his warm hand on the middle of my back and guided me out into the night air.

We made small talk in the car and I tried very hard not think about how incredibly good he smelled. I kept smiling to myself, until finally he caught me and asked if he could be let in on the joke. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so I lied. I said that I was thinking about a scene in an old Charlie Chaplain movie and couldn't help but smile. He just nodded his head in acknowledgment and smiled with me. “Damn, he said. “What is it?” I asked. “I left my cell phone in my hotel room and I am expecting a very important call from my agent, before the nights end.” “I usually never go anywhere without it, as I'm always having to confirm some sort of business or other and of course what did I do, leave it behind in my room. “I swear, I have the memory of a 90 year old sometimes,” he said, nodding his head in disgust, tapping his for head with the palm of his hand to emphasize the point.

“Would you mind terribly, if before we go out, I make a quick pit stop to check my messages?” “I'm really sorry for the inconvenience but, Id love to just be able to relax and enjoy our meal and your company, without worrying about having to tie up any lose ends.” “Oh no, that's perfectly fine I understand,” I said, “please, do whatever you need to do, I'm in no hurry,” I said, reassuringly. He smiled at me, allowing his gaze to linger for a moment and then he appeared to reluctantly turn his attention back to the road ahead. I couldn't help but close my eyes, enjoying the exquisite waves of sexual tension between us. I was finding it increasingly hard to fight back the urge to reach over and unzip his pants and reach in and play with what ever sweet surprise was hidden between his legs. My attraction to this man showed no sign of letting up as I quietly studied what looked like a perfect protruding bulge, that hung slightly to the left and laid nicely against his thigh; and knowing what I knew about him, this only intensified my erotic curiosity. I feared that he could read my mind, as I strategically continued to still a glance or two at his well defined body and then quickly turn away, any time I thought I might be discovered. The more I fantasized about what he was like in bed, the wetter I became. I could feel my pussy start to throb, as my aching hole began to contract and release, pushing out fresh cream with each new dirty thought that came to mind. I was so incredibly turned on and wondered if he could sense it?

We sat in silent thought for the rest of the drive, until we arrived at his hotel. “Okay, Ill just run on in and quickly check my messages.” “Would you like to come in and wait?” “I'm not real keen on making you wait in the car especially at this hour of the night.” “Come on in, this way you can hurry me up,” he said with a broad smile on his face. I smiled back and followed him up to his room. As we walked into his room, he accidentally brushed up against my breasts, causing me to let out a sigh that thankfully, was inaudible to his ears. “Just let me find that darn thing and then we are out of here,” he said reassuringly.

I was in no hurry and was trying to find any excuse I could think of, to stay in and spend the night looking into his eyes. I glanced at my watch and it was a quarter to 12 and getting later and so I hatched up a plan and took my chances. “Hey um, would you mind terribly if maybe we maybe ordered a big gooey pepperoni pizza and a bottle of red wine and stayed in?” There was a moment of silence, as I heard him abruptly stop rummaging around for his phone in the next room. He walked back to where I was and said, “Yeah, that's a great idea, lets do that, looks like rain anyway and it is getting kind of late.” “I drive you home or your welcome to stay here if you'd like I mean, if it gets too late, I can sleep on the couch and your welcome to my...my bed,” he said blushing. I couldn't help but smile and agreed. So we ordered in from a nearby “Open till am,” pizzeria and he already had an “emergency bottle of whine” as he called it, tucked away in one of his luggage bags and so we sat ourselves down on the floor instead of the hard wooden chairs supplied by the hotel and got comfortable. He said that he could never get good red wine when on the road and so he finally decided to bring his own, just incase. We sat and talked, enjoying our food and each other's company.

He loved good Jazz, he said and always made sure to carry at least one or two Miles Davis gems with him on long trips and asked if I would like to hear some, as he just happen to have them with him. I smiled and said “Yes, very much,” and so he jumped to his feet and slipped on Track 7, “My Funny Valentine.” As we finished up our meal, he looked deeply into my eyes and whispered, “Would you like to dance?” If he had only known how badly I wanted to be close to him, he wouldn't have even asked. He extended his warm hand and guided me to my feet. I was a little tipsy from the wine and almost fell down backside first, but he caught my fall and we both laughed out loud in response to how close I came to losing my balance completely. He brought me close to him, as we danced in silence, listening and feeling the rhythm of the music. Soon, we were even closer, his bearded face lightly brushing against my cheek. I could smell a clean scent of sandalwood on his skin, as a buried my face in the nape of his neck, allowing the wine to take over and his scent to completely intoxicate me. I basked in the warmth of his strong arms and wanted to stay there forever. As Miles Davis did his best to woo his Funny Valentine with the sound of his persuasive trumpet, my handsome man, chanced a kiss on my eager lips. He kissed me long and deep, his tongue tasting mine, gently and passionately, nibbling on the corners of my mouth and bringing my all ready heightened erotic state, to an even more feverish pitch.

As he gave me his deep soul kiss, he whispered hot into my mouth, with his very deep voice and said, “Are you wet, can I touch you?” At this I sighed with a cry of relief to his question and eagerly returned his wet kiss. He slowly reached down, sliding his hand under my skirt and over my thigh, lingering there for a moment and then slipping his hand, gently under my white cotton panties that were now soaked at the crotch with my creamy wet pussy pre-cum and my gift to him, in response to the intense scene taking place. He skillfully played with the swollen tender folds of my wet cunt, teasingly applying and releasing pressure to them and causing me to gradually allow all of my inhibitions to fall away. I couldn't help but lick my lips, as he next moved to my clit and with his finger firmly but gently, began to massage my very sensitive bloom, using a fluttering circular motion.