First time -might help the nervous part 1

[Woollaine]

Married or not, the part one of your history is surely that of much d' men. It remains has to see for part 2

[studformtf07]

C'mon! Don't leave us hanging...I vote for part 2 also.

[Arthur]

Well thanks for the interest. I have to say I am doing this from a purely selfish motive. I want to capture how I felt and what happened in as much detail as possible. The reason it is in parts is because I do have a wife wandering around the house and it does not take much for the secret to get out. So, to part 2.

[Arthur]

she answered the phone

"Hi darling, I thought you had decided not to come so I got changed, I'm sitting here in a velvet tracksuit"

Now you have to remember just how nervous I am at this point. This is far from what I am usually like and I am looking for a way out. The flat was above a shop for starters and the thought of having to go through the shop was enough to put an end to my adventures. The windows above the shop looked dirty and unkept and all the curtains were drawn in the very worst approximation of a seedy Soho brothel complete with pimps.....not encouraging to someone who was feeling as freaked out as I was right at that moment.

so I replied "Ok, if you are busy then we can leave it to another time"

"Its Ok" she said " you will just have to give me a few minutes to put on something sexy".

My mind was turning summersaults, it just sounded so corny. I was thinking she was maybe a heavy drugs user, or a prostitute slave with an eight foot tall black pimp with attitude and a gun.

I started muttering something about the area looking a bit rough and was her flat above the shop, and how did you get to it. I thought maybe she would tell me to forget it.

She replied "this is one of the nicest areas to live and my flat is reached around the back of the shop. Give me 5 minutes and I will ring you back when I am ready. Go around the back and walk in the first black door on the left, it will be open and then my flat is straight through"

My heart was beating like a drum. I know how the soldiers must have felt going over the top for the first time. It was paranoid terror.

I waited and my mobile rang. I answered and got the curt response "ring me back". Whoaaa, I thought, this was getting very strange, but I was hooked and re-dialled.

She re-stated the directions and hung up.

I crossed the busy road into the steep cobbled back lane and followed her directions. I missed the door and ended up further down the lane, so I retraced my steps. Turning round I spotted a girl hanging around at the top of the lane and I hesitated for a moment, but she disappeared into the back entrance of a nearby restaurant leaving the lane empty.

Locating the number of the flat and the black door I quickly made my way inside.

It was a short gloomy corridor with a dimly lit glass panelled door directly in front. As I approached the door there was movement. I knocked and the door opened and I was ushered inside.

[you know that at this point I could start waxing lyrical about how she looked and what she said, but in reality I hardly cast a glance. I was worried she was going to be an absolute dog so I averted my gaze. Its funny that I should mention a dog because in my highly charged state I nearly trod on one of her pets, a tiny breed of Dog and I have no idea what it was.]

I looked over to her then, she was just under 6 feet tall.........

[Arthur]

she had long blond hair and a pretty face, wearing a pair of black thongs and a black bra.

I'm into petite women so this was a departure from my usual choice and more Amazonian. Certainly attractive in the way that all shemales can be, with perfectly hairless, smooth white skin and a knowing smile.

She asked me to go straight through to a small room to the left. The room was clean and tidy with a double bed, a chair and a couple of furry pillows. It was warm and lit with a orange bedside light. There was an oil filled radiator which was keeping the room very warm.

She stood just outside the door and asked me to get comfortable as she would give me a massage to relax me. I suddenly realised the 5 cups of tea I had drunk at the conference was driving a new urgency and so I asked to use the toilet.

"Of course Darling, its just through to the right, but could we do the business first?"

I fumbled in my wallet, pulled out a wad of notes and handed them over. I pushed the wallet into my trouser pocket as I was remembering all those films where the guy gets robbed when he leaves his wallet alone. She smiled again and I just knew she understood exactly what was going through my mind.

After the toilet I returned to the room. She again asked me to get comfortable as she was going to give me a full body massage. Obviously 'get comfortable' is the code word for getting your kit off and so I stripped off while she lay on the bed still wearing the black underwear and propped up on one elbow. This was all very surreal and embarassing, so to cover things up I tried engaging in some meaningful conversation. Now usually I am a sparkling conversationalist, but honestly, the half constructed sentences that came out of my mouth were like the sort of thing I said on my first date aged sixteen.

She asked how long I had been thinking about trying this and understood how I was feeling. She said that virtually every guy was exactly the same. I was still wondering if every guy was a homosexual, bi-sexual or straight just so I could fit myself into one of the groups. Her reply was that they could be from any sexual mix and the one thing that united us all was the lure of something strange and different.

[as an aside there was a comedian on a chat show the other night who talked about shemales as the 'swiss army knife' of sexual partners, so you can tell it is popular and figures more highly than most would admit]

So I lay face down on the bed and she asked gently if I had decided what I wanted to do. That was easy, I had been thinking about it for a long time, to suck her cock and have her fuck me. She said that would be good.

She sat astride me and began to massage my back, kneading gently with a slippery film of fragrant massage oil. This was a proper massage and it was certainly making me relax, her hands moved over my buttocks and for a moment the finger tips grazed my scrotum, it was like an electric charge through my body, just like my first experience with a girl.

After a few minutes of massage and conversation (and its the sort of conversation you expect in any upmarket hair salon) I was drowsy and caught in the moment. It was like being in a film, like acting a part. She moved her weight off me and asked me to lay on my back.

Again she sat astride me, there was something sensual in the feel of her oiled skin moving against mine and the weight of her body made this far more intense.

I lay there like someone at a lap dance, just not knowing what to do until she encouraged me to touch her.

I moved my hands up her smooth thighs and around the waistband of those flimsy black panties which contained a bulge that no ordinary woman would have. Peeling the waistband down revealed her limp cock, as I touched her cock for the first time she undid a hidden side tie on her thongs and pulled them away to reveal everything.

She was shaved, totally hairless and even limp, her cock looked big. Its difficult to tell from that angle, but it was a real mans cock and not some girly thing. Her balls hung low and they were definitely big, much bigger than mine, just like two ripe plums.

She straddled me and moved her cock towards my face. This was the moment I had dreamed of................

[Woollaine]

Verry good writer, you maintain the interest.. Like the way you descrive your felling. hope the suite soon -)

[tlover]

Arthur this is a excellent post.
I can see some of myself in you and my feelings where very much the same as yours when i first encountered shemale porn.
Worrying about my sexuality, not wanting to go to my grave without trying it out, worrying about all the risks, all things that have run trough my mind over the past couple of years and i think alot of the tgirl virgins on the forum too. So your story is of great interest and you tell it so well.
I almost felt im there with you your descriptions of the events are so vivid.
I have imagined trying to contact a tgirl and some of what you've said about your experience is almost exactly how i imagined the events would unfold and how i would react and feel in that situation.
So im totally griped, i can hardly wait for the next installment.
Great work and thanks for taking the time (and the risk) to tell your story, much appreciated.

[Arthur]

Thanks again for the encouragement. I'm glad if it helps others. It is a selfish attempt to get my thoughts down in a place that will only be found by those with similar inclinations. It is 'no holds barred' and is exaactly how it happened which is why it reads like it does. I couldn't sleep tonight thinking about the next part. It is a delicate subject and needs to be covered.