Anyway, Mariah said she liked what she saw, just loved sexy trannies, enjoyed reading my profile, and decided to contact me. I was very skeptical to begin with, as her profile was almost non-existent and she didn't show any photos at all, so I put two and two together, and guessed she was some tattoo chubster from some god-forsaken place, probably a size 30, with an IQ level similar to that of a banana! (I know, very rude of me!)
She even suggested she could e-mail me a photo, to see if I was interested. If I liked what I saw, terrific, if not, no harm done! Not my thing at all really. It would mean me giving her my e-mail address, and I'm very conscious about my privacy and security. Some terrifying thoughts of a stalking tranny-chaser entered my mind. I'm not sure what it was though, but she was really polite and kind, by showing a real interest in me and asking some fabulous questions, and as she seemed genuinely interested, I took a risk and gave her my e-mail address.
Well, fuck me, what a surprise! She was awesome! A "yummy mummy"—a MILF. I was lost for words, shocked even and very, very pleased! (Marks out of two? I'll give her "one"!) She was about the same height as me, perhaps nine or ten years younger. She had dark, shoulder-length hair, was slim-ish (I would say about a size 14-16) and had a pronounced cleavage, curvy hips, fabulous legs, and a smile to die for. Perfect!
We chatted for hours, got to know one another and exchanged loads of photos, all of mine in transvestite mode of course. As days went by, we learned more and more about each other, about our pasts, what we had done, what we liked, disliked, and eventually, what turned us on. We just seemed to click with each other straight away. Nothing was taboo, nothing was hidden. Oral, anal, peeing—anything was asked, and yes everything was told. She was really turned on when I mentioned my bi-curious side, and loved the notion that I adored tranny cock, just as I was equally turned on when she mentioned she had taken more than one girl to bed with her. Mmm, I just adore lezzie sex; don't you?
Things got even better during the second week when, during one very horny early morning chat, she asked me to masturbate for her. Oh fuck, I just loved doing that, especially when she talked dirty to me, and she loved it when I spunked. She had gotten pretty turned on too, and told me she had done a two-fingered quick-step on her clit as well. Fabby!
Soon, though, she asked about arranging a "meet". We had gotten to know one another on a very intimate level, and she felt pretty comfortable with the idea of hooking up and having a night out, and perhaps booking a hotel room. I was okay with the "meet" thing, but a little concerned about the hotel idea as I was extremely worried with the prospect of her seeing me as a man. She had only ever seen me as Velvet, and I thought she would probably run a mile after she had seen the photo of me in "man-mode", and never contact me again.
I am not unattractive, but I am quite shy, and a little introverted, and I always appear to be at least ten years younger when dressed as Velvet. I feel much more confident and outgoing with my Velvet side, and wasn't keen at all on showing her me! She told me not to be so silly, and send her a man-photo. I took a deep breath, said what the fuck, and pressed "send".
Heavens to Betsy, I damn near shat myself when I received her answer back. It was, "Phwoar!"
Things, believe it or not, got even hornier between us over the next few days (go figure!) Texts were now pervertedly dirty, and very explicit and some very raunchy and sexy photos were exchanged. Perversion was always at the top of the list, and I gave up counting the amount of times I wanked for her. I asked her where she would like to go when we met up, and she suggested either a BDSM club, or a well known Tranny club, both located in the Minories area near Tower Bridge. I thought the BDSM idea would be fun, and Mariah suggested we make a full night of it and book a hotel room somewhere. We could have a fabulous night out, enjoy some weird and wonderful entertainment, and if we're both really horny when we get back to the hotel, we could participate in a bit of "Off piste fucking", by me skiing down the old pink run! Oh, my god, give me a season's pass... now!
Mariah arranged for us to meet in a hotel near Tower Bridge, and told me to text her when I arrived.
The journey there was thrilling, as I was dressed en-femme as we say. It was so much fun driving through London on a warm summer's day. I was wearing black pedal pushers, three inch heels, a corset, a black tank top, a pink, calf-length chiffon cardigan, dark hair, loads of cheap jewellery and, of course, full make-up. I thought I looked okay. Maybe passable, but you're never too sure, are you? Most of my friends say I look pretty convincing, and could maybe pass off as a woman... at a distance of a hundred meters or so!
I arrived at the hotel early evening, and walked past the doorman. He didn't even give me a second look. Phew! I texted Mariah, and made my way to her room. She had left the door slightly ajar, and when I entered, I was greeted by the most delicious sight I had ever seen.
There she was, naked, except for a pair of black stilettos and a pink feather boa around her neck. She was lying back on a wide double bed, sucking one finger and massaging her clit with another! She asked me if I liked her look.