ADULT BOOKSTORE I
It was a pretty neat job. You never heard of a graduate student that couldn't use a few extra bucks an I was no exception. My hours were 5-7 PM, I could browse gay magazines when there were no customers and meet guys who were buying gay literature or renting movies. There were preview booths for checking movies and it was interesting to note the size of the bulges in their pants when they exited the booths. But that wasn't accurate since some jacked off in the booths.
After two months the manager gave me a raise. "You've exceeded expectations. You're always on time, stay longer if we're swamped, rearranged the displays to make them more user friendly and the customers like you." Then he gave me the key to a little hallway that ran behind the viewing booths. The viewing booths were lined up north and south and the west walls featured large mirrors. The little hallway ran behind the mirrors and they were two way! "So on your time off you can watch the watchers, but if you share this information with anyone I will personally beat you to a bloody pulp!" He said.
The two way mirrors proved quite entertaining. I could pop by for a peek when someone interesting was in a viewing booth but only briefly because I had to get back to the cash register. But I started to come in early and stay a bit late to enjoy the peepshow. Thursday I was about to check out when a handsome chick returned a video. She was only about an inch shorter than my six feet, brunette, good smile and nice shape. The movie she brought back was a transgender flick and I told her if she enjoyed it I could suggest a really good one. I led her back to the display and handed her the movie. Hot dog, she headed for the viewing booths and I followed shortly thereafter.
When I got to her mirror she was watching the movie, pulling down her shorts, then her panties and a very nice cock was slowly filling and rising! It was pointing about 45 degrees up toward the ceiling, looked to be over six inches long with an oversized dickhead. She watched for a few minutes, gave her boner a few strokes and when she began to get her shorts on I retreated to the cash register. She brought the movie to the counter and told me she wanted to rent it. I cashed her out, told her I was about to go out for a burger and asked if she would join me. "It's Flaherty's and they have delicious home made pies too," I said.
"I've had dinner but a piece of pie and a cup of coffee would be nice," she said. She was a beautician, a hair colorist, and enjoyed her work. She was bright, humorous, pretty and entertaining. There was scheduled a free band concert in the park the following afternoon, and I asked her if she'd like to go. She was quiet for a minute, then said, "Before we go any further I need to tell you I'm a transgender woman."
"Then I need to tell you I'm a gay man. I adore feminine attributes but not feminine plumbing. I guess I don't know you well enough to ask, but have you gone the sex reassignment route?" I knew the answer of course but I was curious about what she would say.
She had a lovely smile and she said, "My answer is yes to the park and yes you don't know me well enough to ask about the surgery. "
I picked her up at her apartment. It was small and good news, she apparently lived alone. The concert was fun, we chatted between numbers and toward the end she reached over to hold my hand. I'd never been with a trans but I was enjoying her company a lot. So did my cock. I had raised a boner and when she noticed it she popped a big grin said, "Well I guess I don't need to ask you about surgery."
It was a hot afternoon and we stopped at a pub for a drink on the way home. No weak and wimpy light beer for her, she had a good hoppy IPA. I asked her to go somewhere for dinner but she had other plans and declined. "But I'm free tomorrow. If you bring the meat we can grill it at my place and I'll put some dinner together."
7:30 I arrived with a couple of steaks. Not big, but thick plus a bottle of decent Cabernet and that got me a little kiss at the door. We chatted for a few minutes until the charcoal was ready and I repaired outside with a glass of wine while she worked at the stove. Dinner was good, she was an equally good conversationalist and finally I got around to her tits. "Your breasts fascinate me. They are high and perky and more like a fifteen year old than someone ten years older," I said.
"Just lucky, the hormones did it all and I didn't need implants. Still growing but not much the last couple of years." I asked if I could touch and she nodded. Hmm, no bra and her nipple erected in a few seconds. I massaged it and asked if I could kiss it. She lifted her blouse and they were indeed lovely. I leaned over and licked a nipple, then took it in my mouth and began to massage the other one. Then I felt her hand on my boner.
"My, how big is that thing?" She asked. I told her eight and a half inches but I hadn't measured it in years. "Ooo, could you show it to me?" She asked. My pants were at my ankles in seconds. My cock was sticking straight out and a little drop of precum was oozing from the tip. "Oh look, it's crying," she said. I told her if she kissed it maybe it would stop. "More likely it will weep more. So put it away and that will stop it," she said. I sure as hell didn't want to, but she said, "Time for you to get your pants on and go home."
I was dumbfounded and must have looked it but I slowly pulled up my Jockeys and pants. She led me to the door and opened it. My mind was racing. What had I done to turn her off? I asked when we could get together again and she said she would call me. I told her I was sorry if I had done something wrong but I didn't know what to apologize for and I really enjoyed her company so I hoped she would call soon. I turned to go out the door and she put her hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face her. Then she took my face in her hands and gave me a sweet sisterly kiss. But it wasn't sisterly when I felt her tongue pressing my lips. I let it in and we shared a long, torrid French kiss. Now I was totally confused.
When the kiss ended she leaned back and said, "I'm really not a bitch but I had to find out if you were the kind of pushy thug I've run into before. You passed so you're welcome to come back in." I told her I would if she would tell me if that hard thing pushing on my leg was a flashlight in her pocket or a world class clitoris. She took my hand and put it on her cock. I told her I would need to see it to be sure. She led me back in and said, "Would you like to undress me?"
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