After graduating from college with a degree in financing, I was lucky to land a job in a large firm in New York. I couldn’t believe the money I was making to get out of college, but I didn’t complain.
I loved my job. The people I worked with were great. The only thing missing in my life at this point was a relationship. I didn’t want to jump into marriage but let’s face it. I haven’t had a date in over a year. It’s not that I did not have an interest in women. My six-foot-five frame and athletic build usually gave me a step up to meet others.
I was not too fond of meeting someone at a club or bar, so I started looking to see whom I might encounter since most couples meet at work. It was a large company with many different departments, so I thought my chance to meet a confident professional woman would be good.
I started walking through the building, paying more attention to the people I encountered. I didn’t want to jump into something quickly, so when I saw someone who interested me, I would try to find out as much information as possible about them before asking them out.
There were a few women whom I dated for a while, but I just never felt that connection to take it to the next level. Then one day, as I walked through the lobby at work, I noticed a vision of beauty. She was five feet eight inches tall with beautiful long black hair and a fantastic smile. She had beautiful long legs, an amazing ass, and large breasts.
Over the next few weeks, I made many inquiries about this woman. I found out she worked on the fourth floor, and her name was Sandy. The more I saw her in the building, the more and more I became infatuated with her.
I approached Mary, a woman who also worked on the fourth floor, to get more information. When I asked her about Sandy, I saw in her eyes that she was a bit surprised and, to be honest, looked like she was going to laugh at me. I pressed her to tell me what was up. Then holding back her laughter, she kindly informed me that Sandy was a transgender woman.
I stood there in shock and couldn’t believe what she was telling me. “You’re fucking with me, right Mary?”
Mary became supportive when she realized I was serious and became very supportive of me and comforting. I was dumbfounded. It was hard to believe this was not biologically a woman.
The days went on, and I became fixated on Sandy. I would go out of my way to see what she looked like that day. My mind raced thinking about her. Even when I masturbated, my thoughts were of Sandy. I felt like I was a teenager trying to hook up with the hot girl in the class.
I started justifying why I should keep this option open. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been with another guy. When I was younger, my friend and I experimented before we started dating girls, and another time when I was in college, I found myself with another man for a weekend. I was battling back and forth with my inner demands.
Friday night came, and my co-workers went to happy hour after work. There is a popular sports bar where we work, and we adopted it as our unofficial party zone. We all let off some steam, and as happy hour ended, our crowd dwindled when many headed to their homes. I had no place to go and didn’t feel like heading home to an empty apartment, so I ordered another drink as my last co-worker left.
I didn’t pay much attention to the crowd when everyone was there, but I am now sitting alone. I scanned the place. That is when I saw her. Sandy was sitting in a quiet corner, having a drink and eating her dinner.
I watched her from afar and decided there would be no harm in going over and talking to her one employee to another. I walked to the bar and got another drink. Stepping back from the bar, I walked by Sandy’s table. It was do or die now.
I introduced myself and told her how I had seen her in the building. We talked briefly before I asked if I could buy her a drink. She graciously accepted and asked if I would like to join her. I quickly accepted her invitation. I ordered our drinks and sat at her table.
We chatted for hours. I couldn’t believe how enjoyable it was to chat with Sandy. We had many things in common. As we talked, my mind was going to other places. Places that were very pleasurable to think about. The night flew by, and we suddenly noticed the place was empty, and the staff was cleaning up and getting ready to close.
We finished our drinks and left the bar. I asked where she was parked, and Sandy told me that she only lived a few blocks away and could walk home. I offered to escort her home. She told me that wasn’t necessary. I insisted, telling her in good conscious I could not let a beautiful lady walk home alone.
I offered my arm, and Sandy took hold of it as I walked her home. We continued to talk about many different topics, and before I knew it, we were at her door. I told her how I enjoyed the evening and spending time with her. I thanked her for an incredible evening and told her I would love to spend more time together. (I was not even thinking about sex, just as friends since her company was so enjoyable.)
Sandy suddenly became guarded and defensive. “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong,” I asked.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It is you may have a different idea of me. I am not what you may think.”
“What do you mean you are not what I think you are? I know all about you, and the only thing I can see is that you are a beautiful and exciting woman who is a lot of fun to be with. That is all I need to know.”
Sandy stood quietly for a few seconds. She then turned and opened the door to her apartment and turned to me.
“Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” she asked me.
I have to admit that took me by surprise. It seemed forever that I stood there before I heard myself accepting her invitation, and we headed into her apartment.
We sat on her sofa, and she asked if I would like a drink. I told her how much I would love one and watched as she got up and made me a drink. I sat there watching Sandy as she made my drink thinking everyone must be wrong. There is no way Sandy is not a woman. She is gorgeous and, honestly, more feminine than some of my past dates.
Sandy returned to the sofa and handed me my drink. She knelt next to me on the couch as we talked. She asked me if I was sure that I knew everything and asked if I was comfortable with it all. I acknowledged that I was comfortable and understood everything. Suddenly, all my doubt and confusion left, and I knew I wanted to be with Sandy.
Sandy slowly leaned into me and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled, then placed my drink on the table next to me. I turned back around and pulled Sandy to me as I kissed her. A hot passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, and our hands exploring each other’s bodies.
My hand found its way to her breast, and I caressed them as our kiss continued. Sandy’s hand moved up my inner thigh to rub my cock over my pants. My cock is already hard as it strains against the material of my pants. Sandy undid my belt and undid my waistband.
She kissed my face as she moved close to my ear and whispered to me, “Are you sure you are ready for this?”
I was way past the point of no return. I knew I wanted this and had no second thoughts about it right now. I moaned, “Oh yes, I want it.”
Once Sandy heard me acknowledge how I wanted it, I watched as her well-manicured hand slid into my boxers to take hold of my by-now rock-hard cock. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as I felt Sandy’s hand on me. As Sandy caressed my cock I worked on unbuttoning her blouse and removed it before I unclasped her bra. Her giant, firm tits rested on my chest as she leaned into me.