On Thursday, I was feeling tired and uneasy at the airport curbside at the Sea-Tac Airport. It’s getting harder and harder to travel en femme. This trip I boarded the plane looking almost male/almost female but through the magic of makeup and carryon bags, I left the like one hot female. It’s a good thing the plane was nearly empty in the back.
I’m not sure what the couple across the aisle could figure out what was going on, but the flight attendant gave me a huge smile as I deplaned.
I overheard the pilot say, “I don’t remember her getting on in Baltimore?” As I turned to go up the jet way, I looked back. And the Flight Attendant said, “He wasn’t fully dressed as a she yet, silly.”
I made a mental note -- I need to get my driver’s license name changed and all that legal stuff done before I travel again.
So back to why I’m here. Somewhere in the stream of cars circling the arrivals area was my long weekend rendezvous with Paul. I met Paul at one of John’s infamous poker parties. He invited me out for the weekend. He bought me a round trip ticket to visit him in Seattle. I was going to be making a nice tribute too.
Finally I saw his car. Through the Jag's windshield I could see that Paul. His brown hair was thick and combed back, his chest fit well into his white undershirt and his pants boasted freshly ironed creases. “Hey Nikkij!” he gleamed as he bent over and have me a hug and a big wet kiss. My clitty was hard instantly.
We drove through the city of Seattle and then over the bridge that spans Lake Washington. I nodded to myself ...Paul has some dough!
When we arrived at his gorgeous house overlooking the lake, I asked him if I could use the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower then put on my make up, slipped into a sexy black garter belt and stockings, then a long silk gown. Three inch black pumps finished my look. Oops I almost forgot my cock ring for my clitty. I think it’s an escort’s job to cater to each client - so I always ask my guys what they like and what they don’t like. Then, with life as my stage, I play the role they desire.
Paul was sitting on his bed. I guess he had been waiting outside the door the entire time I had been in the bathroom. “God I’m glad I called you” he said. He got up and started slowly circling around me, running his hands over my stomach and across my ass. He lowered himself down to his knees and started brushing his mouth over the back of my gown. Unlike most escorts, I actually enjoy most of my paid encounters... I guess that it what I was this weekend.
He pushed his head up and under my gown, feeling my stocking legs as he did so. He started sucking and biting the meat of my ass. A few times his teeth caused me pain - but I was too overwhelmed with arousal to care. He licked up and down my ass crack and then pulled my cheeks apart. There was a short pause and then he dug in. Usually guys just lick your ass up and down when they rim you. That’s okay and all - but it’s not nearly as good as someone who sucks and bites. He was eating me from behind like a dog ripping apart a piece of steak. It felt so good that I didn’t even realize I had been moaning louder and louder like a broken record. My clitty was drooling out precum down my leg. I could feel the cum oozing on my stockings.. I had never felt so turned on in my entire life.
Paul stuck a few fingers up my ass and pushed them in and out so hard that I nearly lost my balance. Then he ran his hands up the side of my arms as he stood up. In my ear he whispered “I’m going to pound you right here.” I haven't fucked standing up in a long time. I shuffled my feet a little bit so that I could lean against the wall. He teased me with his cock for more than minute - sliding it up and down but never penetrating. I wanted to yell “Stick it in!”
Then he did. I felt a good deal of pain. It’s strange but I had yet to see his cock since he had been behind me the entire time. I do remember it being big from the poker party. I told him to slow down and he did. For a few seconds his behavior completely changed and he nibbled at my ear and whispered that he was sorry if he hurt me but that he just couldn’t resist. He was being gentle, slow and passionate. Then he ceased being tender and started pounding away at my booty. It felt so damn good.
I was breathing hard and raining sweat. My gown was becoming drenched. He leaned over so that my back and his stomach were in contact. He massaged the top of my thighs, running his fingers all over my stockings as he fucked me - harder and harder - until I could hear an approaching orgasm in his moans. I grabbed onto my clitty and but I couldn’t cum with the tight cock ring on. I was able to slide it off and almost without even touching my clitty we both came at the same time. My body felt like jelly. I might have melted and seeped through the cracks in the floor if he hadn’t been holding onto me - one arm up against the wall, my gown bunched up around my waist and one arm wrapped around my dripping stomach.
I wasn’t leaving until Tuesday morning … awesome!
I’m not sure what the couple across the aisle could figure out what was going on, but the flight attendant gave me a huge smile as I deplaned.
I overheard the pilot say, “I don’t remember her getting on in Baltimore?” As I turned to go up the jet way, I looked back. And the Flight Attendant said, “He wasn’t fully dressed as a she yet, silly.”
I made a mental note -- I need to get my driver’s license name changed and all that legal stuff done before I travel again.
So back to why I’m here. Somewhere in the stream of cars circling the arrivals area was my long weekend rendezvous with Paul. I met Paul at one of John’s infamous poker parties. He invited me out for the weekend. He bought me a round trip ticket to visit him in Seattle. I was going to be making a nice tribute too.
Finally I saw his car. Through the Jag's windshield I could see that Paul. His brown hair was thick and combed back, his chest fit well into his white undershirt and his pants boasted freshly ironed creases. “Hey Nikkij!” he gleamed as he bent over and have me a hug and a big wet kiss. My clitty was hard instantly.
We drove through the city of Seattle and then over the bridge that spans Lake Washington. I nodded to myself ...Paul has some dough!
When we arrived at his gorgeous house overlooking the lake, I asked him if I could use the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower then put on my make up, slipped into a sexy black garter belt and stockings, then a long silk gown. Three inch black pumps finished my look. Oops I almost forgot my cock ring for my clitty. I think it’s an escort’s job to cater to each client - so I always ask my guys what they like and what they don’t like. Then, with life as my stage, I play the role they desire.
Paul was sitting on his bed. I guess he had been waiting outside the door the entire time I had been in the bathroom. “God I’m glad I called you” he said. He got up and started slowly circling around me, running his hands over my stomach and across my ass. He lowered himself down to his knees and started brushing his mouth over the back of my gown. Unlike most escorts, I actually enjoy most of my paid encounters... I guess that it what I was this weekend.
He pushed his head up and under my gown, feeling my stocking legs as he did so. He started sucking and biting the meat of my ass. A few times his teeth caused me pain - but I was too overwhelmed with arousal to care. He licked up and down my ass crack and then pulled my cheeks apart. There was a short pause and then he dug in. Usually guys just lick your ass up and down when they rim you. That’s okay and all - but it’s not nearly as good as someone who sucks and bites. He was eating me from behind like a dog ripping apart a piece of steak. It felt so good that I didn’t even realize I had been moaning louder and louder like a broken record. My clitty was drooling out precum down my leg. I could feel the cum oozing on my stockings.. I had never felt so turned on in my entire life.
Paul stuck a few fingers up my ass and pushed them in and out so hard that I nearly lost my balance. Then he ran his hands up the side of my arms as he stood up. In my ear he whispered “I’m going to pound you right here.” I haven't fucked standing up in a long time. I shuffled my feet a little bit so that I could lean against the wall. He teased me with his cock for more than minute - sliding it up and down but never penetrating. I wanted to yell “Stick it in!”
Then he did. I felt a good deal of pain. It’s strange but I had yet to see his cock since he had been behind me the entire time. I do remember it being big from the poker party. I told him to slow down and he did. For a few seconds his behavior completely changed and he nibbled at my ear and whispered that he was sorry if he hurt me but that he just couldn’t resist. He was being gentle, slow and passionate. Then he ceased being tender and started pounding away at my booty. It felt so damn good.
I was breathing hard and raining sweat. My gown was becoming drenched. He leaned over so that my back and his stomach were in contact. He massaged the top of my thighs, running his fingers all over my stockings as he fucked me - harder and harder - until I could hear an approaching orgasm in his moans. I grabbed onto my clitty and but I couldn’t cum with the tight cock ring on. I was able to slide it off and almost without even touching my clitty we both came at the same time. My body felt like jelly. I might have melted and seeped through the cracks in the floor if he hadn’t been holding onto me - one arm up against the wall, my gown bunched up around my waist and one arm wrapped around my dripping stomach.
I wasn’t leaving until Tuesday morning … awesome!
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