Danielle's Diary: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date

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Danielle's Diary

The Amorous Exploits of a New Jersey T-Girl

Episode 2: "Appointment with the Cable Technician"

by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com

Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Thursday, November 7, 2023:

Danielle munched on the last bite of her buttered bagel and she followed it with a large sip of cold orange juice as she stood, dressed in pink satin pajamas in the center window of her new condo, overlooking a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean. 'Spectacular' might have been an understatement; she was on the top floor of a new 30-story building in Atlantic City called 'The Crestview Arms'. The floor-to-ceiling window she was currently standing in had a companion on each side of it, making the 17-by-10-foot wall mostly double-paned window. Not only that, there were two more like-sized widows at the front of each of the side walls. So she had a near-perfect panorama through five large windows, from north to south, of the entire horizon. She'd never get tired of this amazing view. And she was very close to both Jason's apartment at The Marina to the west as well as The Starr Hotel, south on the boardwalk.

It was the 7th of November, just after nine in the morning; the sun was attempting to shine bright through the patches of clouds that dotted the sky. All the curtains were open and occasionally a sunbeam or two would gleam its way through the windows. At this time of morning, it was still chilly out, so she didn't have the ventilation panels at the bottom of the front wall opened yet. These four panels were about a foot high and wide and were situated at the bottom of the wall that framed each of the windows. She enjoyed using these vents from time-to-time; it allowed fresh air to course through the apartment so she didn't have to rely solely on the central air system.

She'd been in her new place for exactly two weeks. It was a lovely trapezoid-shaped suite with lots of room; it was a 2-bedroom layout, so she had the freedom to have friends stay, if she desired. The front of her apartment, the narrow end of the trapezoid, which faced east, was the living room, painted in a cream shade that was darker than the carpet. Entering a 35-foot white- painted hallway at the rear of the living room, it led you to the remaining two-thirds of the condo. On the north side of the apartment was the bathroom, in baby blue, then came the master bedroom; Danielle had her room painted in baby pink with white trim. The south side had the kitchen, done in a two-tone style of cream on top and burgundy on the lower half, a closet/laundry room and then the guest bedroom, which she had painted in lavender. At the end of the hallway was the entrance to her home which led to the corridor which housed entrances to the other two condominiums on the floor and two elevators. She wasn't quite fully settled yet; there were about a dozen unopened boxes and a few small furniture items in the guest bedroom that she'd eventually get to.

Danielle took another long sip of her juice and thought back on the last few months. After staying with Jason for a week following her memorable vacation here in this same city, she returned home and mostly kept herself busy with working her last six weeks for Thomas Breckinridge, though she and Jason did alternate staying with each other on weekends. One weekend, though, when Jason couldn't change shifts, Danielle was treated to a night of dinner and dancing by Breckinridge on the Saturday following her last day working for him. It was a fun evening, they got along splendidly and Breckinridge showed he was a wonderful lover later that night. Even though they were both busy people, Danielle and Breckinridge did manage to date a couple of times since.

Sometime in late-September, Deborah Jackson, her attorney, completed Danielle's case and she finally became, in the eyes of the Federal and State governments, a fully-transitioned T-Girl from male to female. She received updated versions of all her important documents; she even got herself a passport. And in the process of getting her new birth certificate, her dad informed her that she'd been born on Nellis Air Force Base when he was stationed there. As she was only a few months old when the family relocated to New Jersey, she had always thought that she'd been born in Atlantic City. Asking him why she hadn't known this prior, he said that the subject never arose; beyond her(Daniel's) initial enrollment in school in 2005, there was never a need to even think about the birth certificate again; which, she realized was very true as she'd had her own 'important' paperwork stored in a lock-box under her bed which she rarely, if ever, opened.

In early-October, Danielle finally found time to sit with her personal banker and structure some investments that were not only sound, but that would net her a monthly income. Even though she still had over 75% remaining from her casino jackpot, she didn't want to rely solely on that. She also made several large donations to various health agencies and children's charities.

And Danielle managed to keep regular appointments with Yolanda, her friend at a local beauty salon, to keep her hair perfectly-styled. She also decided to stay with the jet-black color to her hair which had, by now, grown to her shoulders.

And her friends were all doing well.

Jason was still bellhop at the Starr, but he was also busy with his photography studio. A couple of weeks after she'd gone back home, they found a small one-story building for sale in the area of the Atlantic City Convention Center on Baltic Avenue; Danielle scooped it up, as the price was surprisingly reasonable. Jason found a reliable contractor and they partitioned the location into an office, a processing room, three separate studios, a dressing room and a storage room. They also did some additional electrical work and painted all the rooms. As expected, he'd gotten the contract to photograph the Starr for all their promotional materials, whether it was the promo booklet Steele had spoken to Danielle about initially or it was various themed posters the company would hang throughout the hotel. He also had several models on staff and was always photographing them, as well as the surrounding area, to continue building his portfolio, and theirs, in addition to perfecting his craft. So 'Studio 1701' was off the ground, running and so far, a success. Other than Danielle, Jason occasionally dated Sam, his sexy neighbor, and Tara.

Tara was doing fantastic; it took her a couple of weeks to get out of her gloominess that she'd been feeling from the 'Darla Saga', but eventually she came out of her shell. Jason and Scott kept an eye on her as she was living in the Starr at the time, but never made pests of themselves. Trevor was still in her life, not yet as a fiancé, but often enough that she had someone loving and stable, other than her other friends. At the beginning of October, she moved out of the hotel and into her own apartment in Egg Harbor Township. Soon after Deborah closed Danielle's case, she also concluded Tara's official identity- change. The best thing that happened to her was in mid-August; Arthur Steele sponsored Tara at a Dealer School and eight weeks later, she became a full-time Blackjack dealer at the Starr Casino. Danielle saw only a little of Tara since she'd helped the shy T-Girl move out from her toxic environment, but kept in regular contact with the little cutie through texts, phone calls and emails. Tara even managed to fit in several modeling sessions with Jason. In her spare time, Tara was still attending the Dealer School to learn other table games, so she would become more versatile to the Starr Company.

Suzie and Tom were together, splitting their time between Atlantic City and Monroe Township. Suzie wanted to move down with Tom, but her job prevented that, at least temporarily as there were no slots for her to move into in the company's southern regional office. She was hoping a slot would open up after the New Year so the two could get a place together. So Tom continued driving a cab and, like Jason and herself, Tom and Suzie would alternate visiting the other on weekends. Their relationship was strong and, by way of Suzie always talking about it, their lovemaking sessions had not diminished in any way since they met. Suzie also managed to spend a few daytimes here and there with Tara, adding to the young T-Girl's healing process.

Scott was doing fine, still being the main Desk Manager at the Starr. Danielle had spoken to him a few times on the phone, but he was as busy as ever, as there was a constant influx of guests to the popular hotel. By way of conversation, Scott said that Kathy had worked through her personal issues and that their relationship was back on solid ground and doing well. They were doing so well that Kathy moved out of her own apartment and moved in with Scott. Kathy had also made herself available on a few occasions for Jason as a model.

Arthur Steele had some ups-and-downs. On the upside, the Executive Officer of the Atlantic City location of the Starr was doing well, career-wise as well as health-wise. Danielle had been in regular contact with him since their dinner following his promotion to the top spot in the hotel. That dinner was quiet and intimate; initially Steele thought about taking Danielle out, but Danielle suggested that they have a cozy dinner in his suite at the hotel. As they already knew each other so well, there was no ice to break. They had a very wonderful dinner and that was the first night that Steele fucked Danielle, although either one of them would tell you it was lovemaking rather than simple fucking. Mistress and Executive had managed to date, and make love, a few times since. On the downside, Steele's wife Abigail had come home from the clinic in Zürich, apparently cured, but after several weeks, suffered a relapse of some kind and had to be sent back. Unfortunately, Danielle had not gotten to meet the wife of her lover while she'd been in the area.

A shaft of light broke through some clouds and shined directly in Danielle's eyes, breaking her from her reverie. She scanned the horizon again, smiling to herself. She then went around the suite straightening a few things here and there as she'd had an appointment later in the day to have cable and internet service installed. She'd just finished tossing and straightening the blanket on her bed when her watch chimed it was ten o'clock. Since the appointment window wasn't until two to four this afternoon, she thought she'd go to the Sampson and have a bit of fun. Checking the temperature on her phone, she saw that it was fifty-degrees; so she took out a mid-thigh length denim skirt and a long-sleeved white flannel blouse. Not bothering with bra or panties, she shook out of her pajamas and quickly dressed, lastly stepping into a pair of white wedge heels. Making sure she'd have all the money she'd need, plus her I.D., she slipped those items and secured them in one of the skirt's zippered hip pockets with her phone. Entering the bright corridor outside her suite, and locking the condo's door securely, she zippered her keys in the opposite pocket and hit the button to call the elevator.

Exiting the elevator and walking past some of the shops that made up the ground floor, she saw Joe, the daytime building attendant sitting at his large desk. He was an average-sized man with the weight to match, almost 50 years old with mostly gray hair and moustache. He wore a dark blue utility uniform and it was his job to handle any visitors to the building as well as attending to deliveries, mainly for the residents. He was part of a six-man team of attendants that covered the entrance 24/7; the building also had a handful of security personnel on staff. Danielle was known to most of the building's staff, and some residents, as being Transgender. Not everyone was understanding of her life choice, but as long as they left her alone, they were fine. Joe was definitely not one of those few.

"Good morning, Joe," she said happily as she approached from the elevator area. He'd taken a few days off and she'd hadn't seen him in a while.

"Good morning, Miss Stefani."

"How's the family?" she asked, stopping at the large counter.

"Everyone's, good, thanks. The grandkids finally came down off the sugar-high from Halloween," he said, grinning.

She chuckled. "Yeah, I remember those days."

"How's Jason?"

"He's doing well, thanks. Working hard, as always," she said smiling.

"That's good. Heading out for the day?"

"Just for a little while. I have an appointment this afternoon for the cable guy to come by."

"About what time?"

"They said anywhere from 2 'til 4 o'clock."

"Alright, I'll make a note," he said, making some keystrokes on his computer. "I'll also leave a note for Jeff." Jeff was the second shift attendant and he had a bit of a crush on Danielle, though he always conducted himself professionally.

"Thank you, Joe. Be seeing you," she said, throwing him a little wink.

"Until later, Miss Stefani," he replied, tossing her a little salute.

She exited through the large glass facade into the cool Tuesday morning. The sun was shining in most places, but the clouds didn't want to give up without a fight. She took a right when she exited out of the door and headed south on the boardwalk for a while. Most of the attractions were closed and boarded up for the winter, but there were a few vendors that were open as there would always be people walking the boardwalk at different times of the day throughout the year, regardless of temperature.

She took a right turn off the boardwalk at The Taffy Shoppe and made her way up toward Atlantic Avenue. Upon reaching the busy thoroughfare, she took a left and crossed over to and entered the Sampson adult shop.

Entering the store portion that was illuminated by dingy fluorescent lighting, she saw her favorite clerk behind the counter, Jerry. Back on her vacation to the city, at one of the visits to the Sampson, she met and had oral sex with, this older middle-aged surfer-type guy. On her various trips down to the shore town, she'd occasionally see him at the store. He'd had the opportunity to fuck her a couple of times, but she always made sure she'd at least suck his cock when she ran into him. He'd nearly fell in love with her when he found out she was Trans. 'No one knows better how to suck cock than a T-Girl' he once said to her. He greeted her with a smile.

"Hey, Danielle, you're looking good."

"Hi, Jerry, thank you. How have you been?"

"I been good, just chillin'," he said with a grin. Which was true; he'd had a surfing school at the shore years ago and sold it for a hefty profit and retired early. Jerry wasn't rich, not by the standard that Danielle was at, but between 'working' at the Sampson, which he did for the occasional sex fun he'd have, and his retirement account, he had enough to live on. "How're you doing?"

"Good, still settling in," she said, taking a 10-dollar bill out of her skirt pocket.

"You'll get there. Just take it a day at a time," he said, ringing her up. "I take it now that you're a native again, I'm going to see you more often?" he asked with a sly grin.

"Possibly," she said, flirting heavily with the older man. "Many guys here today?"

"Only a few. But it's still early yet. But Big Wayne is in the theater room. He loves T-Girls," he said grinning. "Well," he chuckled, "he loves anything with a hole in it." Danielle laughed at his description. "But T-Girls are, by far, his favorite."

"Big Wayne, huh?"

"You'll see," he said, chuckling. "Don't be intimidated by his size, he's quite a nice guy."

"I'll be sure to look out for him. I think I'll hang in the booth area for a bit, first."

"There's a couple of guys in there now, maybe you'll get to suck one of them off," he said, winking at her.

"Maybe. And maybe some long-haired, old surfer dude will stick his cock in my face and I'll suck that one, too," she said, winking back, as she started toward the booths.

He chuckled as she walked away and turned the corner into the darkened area. Flickering light was glowing out of every booth as the video screens played various sex scenes. She picked one of the larger booths and got on her knees in front of the waist-high slot in the wall. She stroked her half-hard cock under her skirt as she waited patiently. She heard some noises behind her, but those were just guys going in and out of different booths. She held the front of her skirt against her tummy as she stroked rapidly and watched a couple of gorgeous twin twinks making out hotly on the video screen. As she watched them flick their tongues together and lick each other's pretty lips, she began to feel the precum ooze from her cock; she was getting hot quickly. The two blonde twinks locked their mouths together, moaning hotly; then they started caressing each other's head and arms and started their hips humping in sync onto each other.

Danielle was so into watching the two twins make forbidden brotherly love that she didn't notice that someone had entered the booth next to her. If he hadn't reached through the slot to gently touch her shoulder, she might have missed out. But she shook her gaze away from the screen to see a dark-haired college-type guy standing on the other side of the glass with his cock out of his jeans. She looked up and smiled at him and he slipped his 6-inch cut cock through the slot as she repositioned herself better in front of the opening so she could give proper attention to his gorgeous suck stick.

She leaned her head forward and let the damp tip of his cock touch her partially-opened lips transferring a bit of the guy's tangy precum. She licked her lips, moaned and then softly covered the head of his cock with her lips. Sucking softly, she swiped her tongue around the head lovingly as she lowered her mouth, very slowly, further on his throbbing cock. Continuing to move her tongue around the hard flesh in her mouth, Danielle sucked and advanced slowly until she felt her nose bump into the frame of the slot. Then she sucked a little harder as she brought her mouth up to nearly the tip, swiping her tongue around the head, collecting his oozing precum. Swallowing, she then started the downward motion on his cock once again. After several minutes, she held onto the slot with both hands as she bobbed her head rapidly on the college guy's pulsating cock. Precum was nearly running out of his cock and Danielle found she needed to swallow regularly, else it would've leaked out of her mouth and onto her clothes.

She knew her momentary lover was getting close; he was panting loudly, moaning and humping his hips into the partition between them. His cock grew harder and his panting turned to gasps. Danielle flicked her tongue furiously at the wet head and he groaned loudly; a moment later, he stiffened and he shot into her willing mouth. Danielle held onto the frame of the slot as she felt heavy streams of semen fill her mouth. After three large spurts, she swallowed the college guy's seed and massaged his cock with her tongue, wanting more. And she got it; with each groan she could feel another pulse of his cock and another spurt of hot man seed pool in her mouth. Again she swallowed, to make room for more, but there was not much more to speak of. He leaned his head against the glass as his body relaxed; his cock slipped out of Danielle's still-suckling mouth, drooling the last of his orgasm down her chin. His cock flopped down against his pants and he stayed leaning against the partition, breathing heavily. Danielle rose slowly to wobbly knees and stood for a few moments, letting the feeling get back to her legs. She noticed, sadly, that the video of the hot twins was over, otherwise she would have masturbated and cum watching the sexy twinks make love.

Exiting the booth, she wiped her chin and licked her fingers, savoring the college guy's tangy flavor. Passing his booth, she looked in and tossed him a wave as he was getting his cock back in his pants. She heard him exit the booth as she approached the door to the theater room.

Entering the room that was only lit by the large video screen on the front wall, Danielle stood to the side to let her eyes adjust. She stuck a hand under her skirt to fondle herself. Watching the action on the screen, she felt herself getting hard as a very large-breasted brunette with a strap-on was pounding the pussy of a small blonde girl; the blonde's legs flailed wildly, high heels bouncing on bare feet, as the brunette fucked her friend like there was no tomorrow. Out of the corner of her eye, Danielle saw that the room was coming into view. There were two guys currently in the theater room; one guy was sitting close to the screen, the only indication he was awake was from the rhythmic movement of his right arm. The other guy was sitting at the back of the theater, on the couch. The top of his very-large body, which took up almost two spots on the couch, was covered by a light-colored, collared polo shirt that stretched to its limit; his fat thighs and legs were bare as his sweat pants were bunched around his ankles. He had a large cock in a fat fist and he was stroking slowly. Danielle noticed he'd occasionally look over to her and then back to the screen. She walked over to him, her hand still under her skirt. As she got closer, she could see he was even larger than Uncle Phil.

"Hi, you must be Big Wayne," she said, looking down at him.

He looked up at her with smiling eyes; he was very handsome, regardless of his body size. He had dark, wavy hair and it neatly came down a bit past his ears. He wore silver-framed glasses and had no facial hair.

"That would be me," he said smiling warmly at her.

"Someone told me you love T-Girls."

Before he had a chance to answer, she leaned down and locked her mouth on his and rubbed her tongue hotly against his. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hand caress her hair. She, in turn, caressed his cheek as they shared their first hot, deep kiss.

"If I didn't, I do now," he chuckled, caressing her leg.

"Am I that persuasive?" she chuckled.

"You're absolutely gorgeous. You should be in porn," he said as she felt his hand rise up the inside of her thighs. "Uh, no offense."

"None taken, honey," she said smiling softly, caressing his cheek.

"What's your name, baby?"

"Danielle," she answered as she felt his hand on her bare ass.

"No panties, naughty girl?" he asked, slipping a finger in her hot ass crack.

"Easier access that way, wouldn't you agree?" she said with a cute grin.

"Well, then why don't you stand in front of me and let me see how easy it is? Face the screen, baby girl."

She complied with his instruction and turned toward the screen, opening her legs; having to straddle his legs, this gave Wayne a wide area to play with. She leaned on one of the chairs that lined in front of the couch as Wayne tossed the back of her skirt up onto her back. She shivered slightly at the cool blast of air that hit her bare skin, but just as quick, enjoyed the feeling of his hot hands on each of her cheeks. Focusing her gaze on the screen, she saw the blonde had her legs wrapped around her brunette lover, minus one shoe, as they made out sloppily. There was a glow about each of the girls that suggested they'd both had a good cum.

But her gaze at the screen didn't last long; her eyes closed and she moaned aloud as she felt Wayne gently pull apart her ass and lick her quivering asshole. His tongue was hot and his tongue was wet. She moaned at his expertise and he moaned at her tightness and taste. She could feel her cock rise and the tip soon touched the front of her skirt, causing little tingles from the friction. She writhed back and forth like an animal in heat, pushing back onto Wayne's face, getting lost in the intense feelings his tongue was giving her needy asshole.

Danielle was frantically grinding her ass and humping her hips, moaning loudly, enjoying every sensation of Wayne deeply licking her hot asshole to his occasional kissing and licking of her tight ball sack. She was loving the feeling of Wayne's face shoved firmly in her ass when she felt something on her lips. Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw Jerry with a wide grin, his wet- tipped cock connected to her lips by a couple of threads of his precum.

"Ask, and you shall receive, baby," he said, pushing his hard cock in between her partially-opened lips.

Danielle moaned wantonly at the familiar feel and taste of Jerry's thick, 7-inch cock; Wayne moaned hotly into her ass as he watched Danielle's mouth being used. Jerry groaned and closed his eyes; his hands took hold of Danielle's head and as she sucked his cock from tip to base, he caressed her hair lovingly. As she wasn't able to bob on his cock, he started a rhythmic pumping action into her mouth, neither rough nor rapid. He took his time, savoring the feel of her snaking tongue around his throbbing stick. Occasionally he'd press in far enough to cause a soft gag, but it was nothing that Danielle couldn't handle. She licked, slurped and sucked on Jerry's cock as Wayne tongue-fucked her. He also added to her pleasure as he slowly stroked her cock as his tongue worked its magic.

This went on for quite some time; Wayne's head moved in a nodding motion as he ate out Danielle, she humped her ass against his face and her cock into his hand and Jerry softly fucked her mouth. Danielle heard a slight gasp and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the lone guy from the front row standing off to the right against the wall, his fist pumping his hard cock heavily as he watched the trio.

Jerry's grip grew tighter, his thrusts more pronounced and his heavy breathing turned to erratic panting. Danielle swallowed frequently as his cock used her mouth, his precum flowing, coating her tongue.

"Fuck!" he yelled, grabbing Danielle's hair roughly.

Jerry stopped moving and flooded Danielle's mouth; his cock throbbed hotly as he spurted rope after rope into her mouth. She swallowed furiously, flicking her tongue at the head and swiping at the underside. His grip lessened considerably as his spurts turned to drools. She swallowed once again and pushed her face forward, getting all his cock in her mouth. As it softened, she massaged it with her tongue, making Jerry shiver with the sensitivity. He let go of her head and pulled his now-soft cock from her lips. He stepped back a bit to catch his breath.

Danielle heard a gasp to her right and then felt a hand under her chin. The hand turned her face and she was hit in the mouth with a hot blast of cum; Front Row guy pushed his cock forward as he spurted, finally getting his cock into her mouth. Except for the first two spurts that landed on her lips and chin, she got the rest of his sweet cum in her mouth. He held her head as she swallowed and swiped her tongue around his cock, collecting any remaining cum. He yanked his cock from her sucking mouth and ran the head around her lips, smearing what cum had landed there. She licked at the head and he shivered. He slapped her face a couple of times with his still-hard cock and then walked away.

Jerry stood there smiling; Wayne was kissing and nibbling on her ass cheeks, stroking his cock.

"Thanks, baby," Jerry said, swiping his finger around her mouth, collecting the few splotches of cum that remained on her face. He stuck his finger in her mouth and she sucked it, smiling around his wiggling digit. "I better get back to the counter. Have fun," he said, slipping his finger from her mouth and leaving the room.

"My turn, love," she heard Wayne say from behind her. "Turn around for me," he said, pulling her skirt down her thighs.

She stepped out of the skirt and took up the same open-legged position over his legs, but this time facing him. He looked down at her hard cock and saw that it was dripping with precum. He flicked his tongue at the tip and chuckled when she jumped and shivered.

"Sit down on this fat cock, baby girl," he said, waving his extra-thick, eight-inch cock at her. She licked her lips instinctively and moaned at the sight of his huge, precum-soaked cock; she then lowered herself to her knees onto the couch, straddling his thighs. He positioned the large mushroom head at her sloppy opening; she could feel her anal ring begin to grab onto it. "I'll go slow, I don't want to hurt you."

She nodded and shivered in anticipation of the forthcoming invader. She clasped her hands behind his neck, resting her arms across his broad shoulders. Wayne, in turn, took her hips in his fat hands and grasped firmly, but not roughly.

"Just relax, baby."

She nodded and closed her eyes, feeling him push on her hips; the resulting pressure caused his enflamed cockhead to poke at her anal entrance. It began to sting and she instinctively bit on her lower lip as Wayne increased the pressure. She held her breath, willing her anal opening to relax; she knew that once the head of his gorgeous cock was inside her, the rest should be easy. He pushed more and she grunted at the increasing pressure.

"You okay, love?"

"Yeah," she gasped softly, "keep going."

His grip on her waist grew tighter, he pushed her down further and he humped his hips upward; the flared head of his cock popped past her anal ring. Danielle gasped loudly and clenched her fists on his chubby shoulders.

"Easy, baby girl, take the rest of it when you're ready," he whispered in her ear, caressing her head and kissing her cheek.

She nodded her head softly, slowly moving on his thick cock, getting her anal ring used to its huge size.

"Go ahead, baby, push your fat cock in me," she said before kissing his mouth.

Wayne pressed her hips downward; the final six inches of his cock slid hotly into her anal canal. When he hit bottom, she exhaled loudly; taking hold of her hips again, he lifted her, bringing her clenching asshole to the bottom rim of his cockhead. He pushed downward and she was once again filled with his massive cock. After a few of these massive thrusts, she no longer felt the pangs of painful expansion, rather the tingles of pleasure as the ridges from his cock tickled her slick asshole.

"You like this fat body, don't you, baby girl?"

"Oh, yes," she panted, once again locking her lips on his.

Feeling that she was finally comfortable with his thick snake in her love tunnel, Wayne began a frantic, rhythmic motion; he would raise her until the head of his cock just touched her anal ring, then he would push her down, shoving his entire length inside her slim body. They kissed passionately often, rubbing and sucking on each other's tongue. The friction from her semi-hard cock rubbing on Wayne's hairy belly gave her cock tingles and her precum flowed once more. After a little while, she lost track of time and her surroundings, except that of Big Wayne and His Monster Cock. He pounded her relentlessly as he pushed her down and she bounced on his lap; they were both equally working at their pleasure. Soon though, Wayne's breathing became ragged and he trembled severely.

"Fuck...uhn...can I cum in you, love?" he panted, kissing all over her face.

"Uhn...yes, baby...fill me with your sperm...(ah)...you fat fucker," she panted.

He grabbed her hips with more force than she expected and he slammed her down on his cock three times before holding her down, her used asshole fully impaled on his massive sword of love. His body stiffened and he let out an animalistic moan into her cloth-covered chest. His cock erupted like a fire hose, filling her insides with a huge load of molten semen; she could actually feel the heat from his sticky fluid of love. She felt his cock throb obscenely with each spurt of his cum; she lost count after seven, amazed at how much cum he was unloading in her bowels. He had his arms wrapped around her waist and held her tightly, his panting face still pressing into her chest. She caressed his hair and kissed his cheek repeatedly as he came down from his intense orgasm. His cock remained hard, yet she could feel some of his cum leak out from around it; she could only imagine how much he actually ejaculated.

"Danielle," he panted, "fuck...that was incredible."

She lifted his face and she kissed him deeply, humping her hips slightly, feeling her softening cock squish against his sweaty belly. She also felt his cock begin to soften. After several minutes of kissing softly and caressing each other's head, she felt his tired python slip from the clutches of her asshole; then she felt the cool air on her wet skin as more of his cum leaked heavily out of her used tunnel of love.

"Oh boy, that's gonna make a mess," she said, giggling softly into his mouth.

"Worth it, baby girl, so worth it."

They stayed locked in an embrace for another fifteen minutes, kissing softly and enjoying the intimacy that comes after a hot sex session. Danielle felt a slight pang of regret that they didn't have sex in bed; she would have enjoyed kissing and cuddling with him for a long time afterward. She eventually caught a glimpse at her watch and saw that it was nearing noon. Not only that, she needed to get up.

"Baby, I have to get up, I'm starting to cramp," she chuckled.

"It's okay, love. I should get going, too. Do you come here often?" he asked as she got up gingerly, grabbing her skirt from the couch.

"Well, more often now that I live down here," she laughed.

"Nice," he said, laughing with her. "Can we get together again?"

"Of course," she said, shaking her legs to get the circulation going again. "I enjoyed today, but I'd honestly love to get you in bed," she added, leaning down and kissing him again.

He moaned into her mouth, savoring the feelings he was getting from her kiss. "I like the sound of that."

"Then at least I'll be able to see how much you cum. I wouldn't mind getting that in my mouth or on my face."

"You'll not be disappointed," he said, smiling. "And you may want to head to the bathroom and let my cum drip out. Since you're not wearing panties, I'd hate to see how much would leak down your legs out in public," he chuckled.

"Good idea. You coming out?"

"I'm going to sit and recover a bit," he laughed.

She laughed as well, knowing it was a furious fuck session they'd shared. "Take it easy, baby. See you again soon," she said, leaning down and kissing him.

"When will you visit again, baby girl? I'll make sure I'm here," he asked.

"I'll go one better. I'll leave my contact info with Jerry. Call me soon, you hear?" she said, caressing his head one more time.

"I certainly will," he responded, smiling.

"Bye for now, honey."

"Bye, Danielle. Thank you."

She exited the theater room and made her way to the store area, still carrying her skirt. Jerry smiled seeing her naked from the waist down. She put her name, phone number and email on a post-it note and asked Jerry to give it to Wayne when he came out. Before heading toward the bathroom, she winked and told Jerry he could copy the info so he could contact her, as well. After spending some time in the bathroom cleaning herself, as well as releasing more of Wayne's river of cum, she wiped herself and slipped her skirt on, kissed Jerry on the way out and made her way along Atlantic Avenue.

Danielle could have driven; she did have a new Mazda3 Turbo Premium parked in her reserved spot at the complex. She had opted for the lesser-priced vehicle, as she was originally thinking of buying a Nissan GT-R, but felt the extra money would be better served going toward her condominium. Sure, she had a ton of money, but she felt she didn't need to be wasteful with it.

So, enjoying the mild weather, she hopped on a jitney at the corner of Atlantic and North Carolina Avenues, taking the small green bus out toward the Marina. Passing the Marina, she took a quick look at the parking lot next to Jason's apartment building and saw that his car was in its spot. She might've invited him to lunch, but he was sleeping as he had a double-shift upcoming. She smiled to herself thinking of her boyfriend as the jitney continued on its way. Several minutes later, she signaled the driver that she wanted to get out. Within a short distance, he stopped the small bus on the hill and she got off, bidding the driver a good day. Walking a short way from the main road, Danielle came upon Benny's Bistro.

Since the temperature had warmed from when she'd come out earlier, she took a seat at a table on the patio of the small restaurant. She gave the menu a once-over and in a matter of minutes she was greeted by a trim brunette in her 20s named Jenny.

"Good afternoon," the small girl said happily.

"Good afternoon."

"What would you like today?"

"I'd like a turkey club on white toast, please."

"Mayo?"

"Yes, please."

"Now, how about your drink?"

"Iced tea, please."

"Alright," Jenny said happily, "be back soon."

"Thank you."

Jenny walked away and Danielle took out her phone, going through her emails to see if there was anything important needing attention. There wasn't anything pressing, but she did see an email from Gary, her friend that owned a boardwalk tattoo shop. He asked how she was doing, if her tattoos had healed properly and when she'd be back for more. On the last night of her vacation, Danielle decided to get a couple of tattoos; that being three months prior. So, smiling to herself, she sent a quick response and told Gary that she was doing well, yes, the tattoos healed wonderfully and that she would be in soon, but not sure when. She signed the email with hugs and kisses and sent it on its way. Jenny swung silently by, stopping long enough to leave Danielle's iced tea.

Squeezing the slice of lemon that was perched precariously on the rim of the glass, Danielle's phone chimed quietly, signifying she'd had an incoming call. Seeing it was from the cable company, she answered right away.

"Yes, hello?"

A pleasant-sounding female on the other end greeted her. "May I please speak to Danielle Stefani?"

"Speaking, can I help you?"

"Miss Stefani, this is Laura with Cable Com, I'm calling to let you know that our techs have run into a major outage in Ocean County. All our appointments for this afternoon are running late, so we'll probably not get there until four this afternoon, at the earliest."

"Alright, thank you for telling me."

"Did you still want to keep today's appointment?"

"Oh, yes, definitely."

"Okay, let me just verify your address and order."

"Alright."

"Can you confirm that your address is 1201 Boardwalk in Atlantic City?"

"Yes, that's correct. It's the new high-rise on the boardwalk, adjacent to North Carolina Avenue."

Jenny silently, but happily, placed Danielle's lunch on the table and went back to the kitchen.

"And you're in Suite 381?"

"Correct, 3-8-1."

"Alright, one more thing. You ordered the television and internet package, correct?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"Just to double-check, you didn't want phone service?"

"No, my mobile is all I need."

"Would you like to switch to Cable Com as your carrier? We have reasonable plans and you can keep your phone and number."

"No, thank you, not at this time."

"Alright, Miss Stefani, thank you for verifying your information. One of our techs will see you this afternoon. Thank you for choosing Cable Com."

"Thank you, goodbye."

Danielle hung up the call and rolled her eyes; even when a company is just calling to verify an appointment, they still try to sell you more.

So she salted her fries and began to enjoy her sandwich, going over options for the afternoon. She smiled to herself thinking how much fun she'd had at the Sampson earlier that morning. She could go back; afternoons usually meant more guys which meant more cock; but she'd given two blowjobs, received three cum loads in her mouth and was royally-fucked by another. So nobody could say the morning was a loss. But as she felt her bowels grumble every so often from the remnants of Wayne's massive load of sperm, she figured she'd pass on this afternoon. Perhaps going back after dinner might be better?

And there were the line of casinos along the boardwalk. It'd been at least a month since she went into any of them and casually played, the last being at the Tropic Rain. Although her favorite was the Starr, for obvious reasons, she was currently closest to the Ocean Wave. As she enjoyed her lunch, she once again smiled to herself, thinking back on the day she'd spent with Uncle Phil in his suite at that hotel, and the resulting 'courtesy card' he'd given her as she was leaving. Although she'd only seen Phil a couple of times since as he'd been very busy with his hotel's operations, she'd used the card several times, mainly for dining at the Heaven's View, but she did use the card to get a suite on a couple of occasions.

There were a few game arcades along the boardwalk that were open year- round. But she didn't need any more figurines or stuffed animals or knick- knacks; she had a few boxes of those in her guest bedroom, still unpacked. So she didn't see the need in winning all the tickets needed for items she really didn't want.

Then there was shopping. Plenty of the stores were open in the shopping district just a few blocks away from the boardwalk. But she honestly couldn't think of anything she wanted. Christmas was coming up in a month and she was certain that she and all her friends would buy each other all sorts of things. So she could definitely do with all that she'd already had.

And then there was Gary's question: When was she going to get her next tattoo? This was an easy question to answer. She'd get it soon, but she also wanted to include Jason in her visit to Gary's; Jason was there her first visit, she felt it would be nice if he could be there for subsequent tattoos. He was even there for Tara's tattoo; she so loved the rose that Danielle had gotten that she decided to jump head-first into the tattoo world and get her own rose. Danielle's schedule prevented her from getting down to Atlantic City on that day, so Jason stood in for her. Danielle smiled to herself thinking how they needed Suzie to get the same tattoo now.

So the decision was made: the Ocean Wave Casino!

After she devoured her sandwich, she saw she still had several strands of potatoes on her plate. As she finished off the rest of her lunch, she took a peek in her pocket and counted out nearly sixty dollars in cash. She'd brought along her debit card, so she could pay for lunch that way and get to an ATM, if she needed. But she decided she'd limit herself to fifty dollars at the casino.

Signaling Jenny, she then took care of the bill and the girl's tip and took a quick stop in the restroom to see if any more of Wayne's cumload needed purging. Satisfied she wouldn't create any incidents along the way, she wiped herself, washed her hands and made her way back to the jitney stop. Ten minutes later, she was on the green bus, heading back toward the boardwalk.

It was just after 1:30 when Danielle entered the foyer to the Ocean Wave Casino. She made her way through the numerous slot machine clusters that made up a sizable portion of the casino. Even at this late stage of the season, there were quite a few patrons manning the different machines; mostly these people came down on bus tours, the rest were guests. She passed through the area of the craps and roulette tables and found a small cluster of blackjack tables. Half were closed; the other handful had a few people each. She found one table with one lone player. So she chose that table.

"May I?" she asked, resting her hand on one of the high-backed stools.

She received a smile from the dealer, Johnny, a young man in his late 20s with shaggy brown hair combed neatly, with a part at the right side. The player, at the left end of the table situated in the first of five seats, was an older black man, 40-ish years old with graying hair. He looked comfortable, but classy, in his dark suit and shoes and his white dress shirt that was opened at the top. He had no major facial hair, just a light dusting of stubble. He reminded Danielle of a slightly-older version of a man named Marvin she'd met some time ago at one of her trips to the Blue Barn adult store. She blushed slightly wondering if his cock was anywhere near how Marvin's was. He waved a hand, in no particular direction.

"Please," he said.

"Thank you," she responded, sitting to the extreme right, in the fifth seat. "I didn't want to interrupt or throw off your vibe," she added smiling softly, settling down and crossing her right leg over her left.

"Well, at this point, my vibe can go either way," he chuckled, looking her over, but especially at her legs. "So maybe you'll bring me luck," he said smiling, flashing her a set of perfect teeth. His white teeth and shirt contrasted sharply with his dark skin.

"Let's hope so," she commented, taking $50 from her pocket and tossing it onto the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the dark handsome man had a sizable stack of chips in front of him next to a glass of whisky on ice.

Johnny, looking sharp in his ocean blue dress shirt, black vest and slacks, quickly exchanged her cash for chips. He gave her a quiet "good luck" as he pushed the chips in front of her. She smiled and nodded and laid down a $5 bet.

After the first round, resulting in a win as the dealer had busted, the man got up and motioned to the middle seat, "May I?" he asked, smiling again.

"Please," Danielle said, waving her hand toward the vacant spot.

"I didn't want to throw off your vibe," he said grinning as he settled down, moving his chips and drink in front of him.

Danielle grinned slyly, responding, "My vibe is pulsating in perfect sync," as she made sure her half-hard cock was grasped firmly between her thighs.

The handsome man smiled widely and Johnny tried remaining professional; although a small smile did play across his lips. Danielle placed a $10 bet on the table.

"I'm Morgan Treadway," he said, extending his hand to her, "and you are?"

"Danielle Stefani," she answered, shaking his hand.

Treadway placed $100 in chips in the betting space. "It's nice to meet you, Danielle."

"Likewise," she said.

Johnny dealt the cards, his visible card being a nine; Danielle ended with a natural blackjack, Treadway ended up with 18. With Treadway wishing to stand on his 18, Johnny flipped his hole card, revealing a ten. Johnny scooped up Treadway's losses and paid Danielle her winnings.

Danielle upped her bet to $20.

"Would your fiancé object to me buying you a drink?" he asked, referencing the ring on her finger that Steele had 'given' her.

She smiled softly, not at his question, but that the ring often fooled guys into thinking it was an engagement ring. "Not at all."

Treadway bet another $100 and signaled a hostess nearby. Johnny dealt the next round.

"I'll take a card, please," Danielle said, asking for a card on her total of 9.

Johnny gave her a 9 and she stood with a total of 18.

Treadway tapped the table, signifying his wish to have a card on his total of 12. Johnny dealt him a King and it was his third loss in a row, at least from Danielle's viewpoint. Johnny once again took care of the losses and winnings.

The hostess came over. She was a six-foot-two bubbly blonde in a tight, black corset top with ocean blue trim and a short poufy crinoline skirt. Her long legs were encased in black fishnet hose and she walked with ease in her 4- inch pumps.

"Yes, Sir?" she asked happily, her blue eyes sparkling at Treadway's handsomeness.

"Refresh this for me, please? Glenfiddich on ice," he said, handing her his glass. "And whatever the lady wants."

"A glass of Chardonnay, please."

"Right away," the blonde bubbled.

Danielle repeated her bet of $20. Treadway repeated his $100.

"Just a glass of wine, Danielle?"

Johnny dealt the cards quickly and quietly. Danielle had a Queen and a 2, Treadway got himself two 10s. Johnny's visible card was a King.

"I have an appointment at four," she said, tapping the table. Johnny dealt her a Queen. "Damn. I would have joined you otherwise. I do enjoy Glenfiddich once in a while."

Treadway added another $100 to the table, splitting his hand. Johnny dealt the next two cards, making Treadway's hands total 17 and 19, respectively.

"Will you be in town long?" he asked.

"For a while," she said, deliberately being vague. "And you?"

Johnny flipped his hole card revealing a 6. Having to take a card on that total, he drew another 6, thus busting.

"Another few days. I'm an investment banker, I'm meeting with a few potential clients."

Johnny made the rounds of collecting losses and paying winnings.

"I see," she said.

"I am playing with my own money, I assure you," he chuckled.

"That's a good thing," she chuckled in return.

"Do you need any investment advice?"

"Not at the moment, thank you."

He nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement.

Danielle increased her bet to $100, Treadway made another $100 bet.

"What do you do, Danielle?"

Not wanting to divulge too much personal information, even as nice as Treadway was, she said the first thing that popped into her mind. "I'm a model."

The next round of cards was dealt: Danielle, a 10 and an 8, Treadway got a King and a 2 and Johnny's visible card was an Ace, yet it did not result in a blackjack for the handsome young man.

"Is that so?" he asked, clearly intrigued.

Danielle held firm, saying, "Yes, I model for a local studio."

Treadway tapped the table and said smiling, checking out her legs again, "Well, you're certainly beautiful enough for that." Johnny gave him his card, a 9.

"Thank you," she said to him, as Johnny revealed his hole card, a 7.

The round was over and Johnny paid Treadway, and Danielle kept her bet as her hand resulted in a Push with the dealer. The hostess returned with their drinks and Treadway tossed a $25 chip on her tray. "Thank you, Sir," she said, nearly swooning, and walked away.

"Cheers, Danielle," Treadway said, raising his glass to her.

"Thank you, Mr. Treadway," she replied, copying his glass-encased salute.

"Please, call me Morgan," he said, putting down another $100.

"Very well, Morgan," she said with a small smile as Johnny dealt the next round.

For nearly two hours they sat and played blackjack, swinging both ways between winning and losing. Except for the occasional high bet, Danielle primarily kept her bets in the $5-to-$10 range. Treadway was doing no worse, nor no better, than Danielle, at least as the win/loss ratio was concerned; he still maintained his $100-per-bet pattern. The blonde hostess came over and silently refreshed their drinks when summoned by Treadway. Danielle exchanged a lot of small talk with him; some personal tidbits, although at no time did she mention that she was Transgender, and he never let on if he figured it out. They expanded their conversation on their respective careers and even discussed hobbies and things they enjoyed doing in the City. But they spoke mostly about things in the area of Atlantic City and how the city could improve itself, if the City Government decided to rid the Administration of corruption and actually show interest in the down-trodden shore town.

"This will be the last bet for me, Johnny," she said, smiling warmly at the young man.

She placed $100 from her stack of $220 in the bet spot; Treadway did the same.

Johnny dealt the round as Treadway said, "Could I persuade you to come back after your appointment and join me for dinner in my suite?"

A small smile played across her lips, not so much from the natural blackjack she'd received, but because she figured Treadway would, at some point, try to get her alone; it took him longer to broach the subject than she'd expected, but she was flattered nonetheless.

"I think you might have better luck with our hostess, who seems to be quite enamored with you," she said, nodding toward the tall blonde as Treadway signaled to Johnny that he'd stand on his 18.

Treadway looked over toward the beaming hostess as Johnny busted with a 23. He paid the winners and scooped up the cards.

Danielle got up, palming her small stack of winnings. "Although I do find you very enticing, I think my fiancé would object to that," she said chuckling, patting his arm warmly.

"Ah, my loss," Treadway retorted, smiling.

"Thank you for the offer, though. And the drinks. Johnny," she said, tossing $50 in chips to him as a tip, "thank you and take care."

"Thank you, Miss Stefani, you do the same."

"Goodbye, Morgan, take care."

"You too, Danielle," he said, shaking her hand one last time. "If you ever need financial advice," he slipped her his business card, "or find that you'd like to get together."

"Thank you," she said, pocketing the card. "Take care."

"You too, babe."

Danielle made quick work cashing in her chips and getting out to the boardwalk to catch a tram back to her apartment.

It was 3:50 when Danielle stepped into the foyer of her building.

"Hey, Joe."

"Hi, Miss Stefani. Nobody has shown up for you, yet," he said as she stopped at the desk.

"It should be soon, they called and said they'd be late."

"One of us will call you on the intercom when they get here."

"Thank you, Joe," she said, winking at the man as she started on her way to the elevators. She pressed the call button on one of the '2nd & 3rd Tier' elevator panels and waited patiently. A moment later, the glass doors parted and she got on the spacious car, pressing button '3-8'.

There were three sets of elevators; one pair for each of the three different levels of the building. The ground floor of the building held the building's offices, Security and several shops and the second floor was zoned for offices for external clients. The residential levels were divided into three sections: the first being 1-and-2 bedroom apartments. The entire third floor, between the residents and the office level and designated 'SL1', was a floor partitioned into storage units for all the housing units in section 1. Buffering the first section from the second, was another storage floor, 'SL2', specially designated for the residents in section 2, which mainly housed 3-bedroom apartments. Finally, between the second and top sections, was another storage floor, this floor specifically for the third section's occupants. This top tier of floors held all the lavish condominiums, of which Danielle owned one, with three suites per floor. Not counting the storage floors, each residential section consisted of eight floors, numbered by section, in order to avoid the dreaded '13th Floor' designation.

Danielle entered her suite and locked the door behind her. She ducked into the small laundry room and took off her clothes, tossing them in a hamper. Heading into the bedroom, she took off her heels and put them in the closet. Then she went to the intercom, which was strategically located in the hallway just outside of the main living room. Lifting the handset and pressing the 'Call' button.

"Yes, Miss Stefani?"

"Joe, I'm going to take a quick shower. I'll call you back and let you know when I'm done in case Cable Com shows up."

"No problem, Miss."

"Thanks, Joe."

Danielle entered her spacious bathroom and turned on the hot water. Tossing a small rug on the black marble-tiled floor so she could get out safely, she adjusted the temperature and stepped under the soothing spray. Only taking a few minutes to enjoy the soaking, she lathered up, rinsed and then flushed herself out, removing any last traces of Wayne's hot, liquid injection. She lathered up again, enjoying the softness of the bubbles, and rinsed completely. Turning off the water, she stepped out and grabbed a towel.

After drying quickly, she went back out into the hallway and called to Joe that she was out of the shower. Then she went into the bedroom and put on a cotton bra and panties, in black, and then pulled up a pair of denim shorts. Finishing her outfit, she slid open a different section of the floor-to-ceiling mirrored doors of the closet and took out a Western-patterned blouse, buttoning a few of the closures, but tying the bottom around her slim waist. Staying barefoot, she made her way into the kitchen where she set the electric kettle to make hot water for a cup of tea. Except for the kitchen and bathroom, the entire suite had wall-to-wall cream-colored carpeting; she loved how the soft plush material felt on her soles and between her toes. Returning to the bedroom, and not knowing exactly what she'd be doing that night, she went into her closet and brought out a black corset with sheer side panels, a pair of satin panties and a pair of black thigh highs. She laid these items out on the bed as she figured it would make a good base outfit for a possible return to the Sampson later after dinner. Next to it, she laid out a short leather skirt and a matching jacket; those she'd wear to cover the sexiness of the corset and stocking tops while she was out in public. If Jerry was going to be on duty, she could always stash the two outer clothing items behind the counter so she could roam freely in her corset, stockings and heels. And as she'd already laid out the rest of the outfit, she dipped into the closet again and brought out a pair of black patent pumps with 5-inch heels and 1-inch platform soles. She smiled to herself, fondly remembering the first time she'd worn those heels; it was on her first date with Arthur Steele. After laying them next to the dress and jacket, she returned to the kitchen.

Danielle had just finished making her British blend tea when she heard the intercom buzz. Carrying the hot cup with her and sipping gingerly, she again lifted the handset.

"Yes, Joe?"

"Hi, Danielle, it's Jeff."

Danielle smiled at Jeff's greeting; it was more personal, more intimate. Whereas Joe was more old-fashioned, more respectful, by always addressing her as 'Miss'. She didn't mind Jeff's greeting at all, he was a very nice guy.

"Hi, Jeff, how are you doing?"

"Just fine, thanks. I have a Cable Com tech down here."

"Alright, Jeff, send him up, please."

"Right away, Miss," he said, as if he'd heard her thoughts.

She smiled and said, "Thank you."

By the time she got to the kitchen, took a few long sips of the hot tea and placed her cup on the counter, she heard the doorbell ring.

She took a quick peek out of the peep hole and saw the technician.

Opening the door and smiling, she said, "Hi."

"Miss Stefani?"

"That's me."

"I'm Jim from Cable Com."

He was a handsome man, a bit over thirty years old. He was dressed in a dark gray utility outfit and heavy black boots. He was stocky or chubby; not fat, not in the sizes that Uncle Phil and Wayne were, but he did have some padding on his body. He stood just over six feet tall and looked to be in the neighborhood of 240 pounds.

"Come in, Jim."

"Thank you," he responded, placing a large black equipment bag on the floor, just inside the door.

He had a slightly chubby face and dark hair; his hair line receded far enough at his age that he had a definite bald area up top, but the remainder of his hair, circling around the rest of his bright head, was trimmed and combed neatly.

"How are you today?" she asked, securing the door behind her.

"I'm okay, thanks. Rough day," he chuckled. "I am sorry I'm late. Nearly all of Ocean County went out and we all had to respond."

"That's alright, I didn't have much to do," she answered, escorting him into the living room. "Can I get you a drink? Or coffee or tea?"

"Um, well, if it's no trouble, coffee does sound great, to be perfectly honest."

"I'll be right back, please sit," she said as he placed his clipboard on the coffee table and sat at the end of her couch, near one of the two easy chairs she had in her living room.

In the kitchen, she popped the small canister of coffee in the machine and she set it for a large cup. Poking her head around the corner of the archway, she saw him looking out of the large windows. "Milk and sugar?"

He turned to her and replied, "If it's no trouble."

She grabbed the quart of milk from the fridge and the sugar bowl from the counter. She could hear the machine gurgling as it dispensed the hot water/coffee flavor mixture into his cup. She placed the items on the coffee table, smiled at him warmly and went back into the kitchen. She came out a few moments later with a steaming cup of dark roast blend as well as her own cup of tea.

"There you go," she said, handing him the cup.

"Thank you, Miss. This'll definitely help."

"Please, call me Danielle," she suggested warmly.

"Danielle," he said, raising the cup in acknowledgement.

She sat down in the easy chair next to him.

"It's quite a view you have here," he said, momentarily looking past her.

"Oh, it is. It's quite spectacular at any time of day."

"You got lucky getting this apartment."

"Well," she chuckled, "a close friend of mine knows the operators of the land company that built this place and managed to get me on the top of the list. I could have secured a suite without his help, but, probably would have had to deal with people living above me and that's not something I was looking forward to."

"That can be trying at times, I agree."

Although Danielle was not making any obvious signs that she might be attracted to Jim, she still noticed that he'd take quick peeks at her, especially her bare legs and feet and red-polished toes.

"So what happened today? Feel like talking about it?" she asked, sipping her tea.

"Well," he exhaled tiredly, "one of South Jersey Power's major transformers blew, but, before it did that, it surged and blew out a few of our own lower-tiered transformers which killed several of our major relays and servers."

"Wow."

"Yeah, it was not pretty," he said, sipping more of his coffee. Catching himself looking at Danielle again, he shook himself back to professional mode and took hold of his clipboard. "Before I came up, Security gave me access to the electrical room and I checked your connections and service is working there. I'll need to check your connections here in the apartment and install your router."

"Alright. I know you've had a crappy day and want to get done quick, but I have a couple of requests, if I may?"

"Of course, Danielle. You're my last stop as everyone else rescheduled their appointments. What did you need?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't change my appointment, the sales rep didn't give any indication it would be an issue."

"It's alright, Danielle, really."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. I'm already here, right?" he chuckled. "How about I check the existing connections first?"

"Sounds good."

He watched her rise from the easy chair and walk across the living room, admiring her flawless legs. He put the cup on the coffee table and joined her near a large screen TV, directly across from the couch he'd been sitting on.

"One connection is back there," she said, pointing behind the TV.

"Let me take a look," he said, softly touching her arms as he nudged her to the side. She tingled at his strong hands lightly touching her skin.

The TV was on a sturdy, swiveling arm that was attached solidly to the wall. Jim moved the TV aside so he could gain access to the cable connection. "I'm checking the signal where the connections have already been installed. There shouldn't be any issues as this is a new building, but it doesn't hurt to double-check." Holding a handheld device to the connection, he saw the reading on the scope that he was expecting. Attaching the short cable that ran from the TV, he connected it to the wall in no time. Repositioning the TV against the wall, he turned it on and scrolled through a handful of channels, verifying that the cable signal was working properly.

Turning the TV off and making a note on his clipboard he asked, "Where's the other connection, Danielle?"

"In my bedroom. This way," she said, leading the way.

Walking through the long hallway, he commented, "You have a nice collection of movie posters up here in the hall."

"Thank you. A lot of my favorite old movies with a few recent ones thrown in," she chuckled.

They entered her bedroom; the curtains were open and the sky was beginning to get the first splashes of purple as the sun began to descend in the west.

"Wow, that's a big bed," he said, chuckling.

"Yes, yes it is. When I sleep alone, I'm all over the place when I sleep, so I need the room," she laughed.

"Sexy outfit, I bet you look hot in that" he said, noticing the black corset, outfit and heels. "Oh, I'm not holding you up to going out on a date, am I?"

"No, actually I wasn't sure what I was going to be doing tonight. I put that there just in case I go out."

"Damn, Danielle, this is quite an apartment," he said, looking at the large mirrored doors of the bedroom closet.

She chuckled at his excitement. "It takes a bit of getting used to. The guest bedroom has similar doors."

"Where's the second connection?"

"Back here behind this dresser," she said, pointing to the dresser with the TV on top that was directly across from her bed.

"Okay."

As he worked with the cable that was connected to the wall and his handheld device, he continued exchanging small talk with Danielle.

"You have your place decorated really nice, Danielle."

"Thank you."

"Lots of posters, paintings, I noticed the Pride Flag in your living room, what's this one here over your computer desk?"

"That's a Transgender Pride Flag."

He took a quick look at Danielle; she noticed his gaze on her legs again, but also this time, he looked at her crotch area.

"Does that mean you were a guy at one time?"

"Well, technically I still am, but I live as a female 24/7 and I've fully transitioned, at least in that respect, in the eyes of the law."

"I see."

"I hope that doesn't offend you."

"No," he said hooking up the TV to the cable. "I can't say I've ever known anyone personally to be Transgender, I guess I'm okay with it. There were a handful of femmy guys in college, but the issue of sexual labels never came up. I've never really given it a whole lot of thought. Do you like girls or just like to dress like them?"

"They're fine to look at, but I do prefer guys over girls. It would have to be a unique occasion for me to sleep with a girl. If I may ask, how about you?"

He turned on the TV and ran through several channels as he'd done with the TV in her living room. "Perfect. This room is done. Me? I have a girlfriend, kind of, but I did dabble with a few guys when I was in college. I was quite wild in those days," he chuckled. "And handsome."

"You're still handsome," she said honestly.

"Nah, I know what I am, Danielle; a bit over-weight, bald head...no, but it's okay, you can't fight time."

Taking a hold of his upper arm gently, she said, "You are still handsome. You don't have to be athletically-fit to be desirable."

He nodded and smiled softly, as a way of saying "thank you".

They walked back through the hallway and into the living room, sitting in their previous spots, taking up their cups.

Danielle asked: "What did you mean when you said 'kind of' for a girlfriend?"

"Oh, well, Allie, my 'kind of' girlfriend, is a nurse and she got a much-better paying position, but had to move to Ohio to fill it. So she packed up her daughter and hit the road."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Well, she didn't really leave me; we discussed me going along but didn't come to a final decision. But I'm not sure I'm going to move, I've been in my job for a long time. And I doubt we'd be able to keep the relationship going, if I stay."

"That's a shame."

"Well, it's probably for the best, I work a lot anyway. What, um, special requests did you have of me?"

"Oh, I, um, could you install a couple of extra connections for me?" she stated. "Pretty please?" she added, smiling sweetly.

He chuckled and said, "I would've done it for you anyway, but that 'pretty please' is just too cute to ignore," he said smiling.

"Thank you," she replied, blushing slightly.

"Let me install your router first," he said getting up. "Where would you like it?"

"Um, I'm not sure, what do you suggest?"

"I saw the computer in your bedroom. Is that where you do most of your computer work?"

"Yes. Though sometimes I have a laptop here in the living room."

"Okay. I'll install the router in your bedroom. You can hook up an Ethernet cable directly from your computer to the router. The signal would definitely be strong enough to reach a wifi receiver here in this room."

"Sounds good," she said, smiling softly.

Jim went into his equipment bag and took out a router and associated cables to hook up Danielle's service and computer. In less than fifteen minutes, her computer was connected and the service tested, both with her desktop that was hard-wired into the router and with Jim's handheld device. He stood in the living room and moved to different locations, verifying that the signal was strong throughout the room.

"All set, Danielle."

"Awesome."

"Didn't take any time at all," he said happily.

Danielle took notice of the time on her watch; it was just a few minutes before five o'clock.

"Now, you're extra connections."

"Right. The first one I'd like in the kitchen, if it's not too much trouble."

She took Jim into the kitchen. Standing in the archway, the refrigerator was to the extreme left of the room. Directly across from them, situated between two windows, was a kitchen table that Danielle used sometimes for having meals. In the far right corner of the room were the sink and a counter. Along the wall next to where they stood, were the stove and more counter space. Cabinets ran along the walls above the stove to the sink area.

"I'd like to have a TV over there in the corner," she said, pointing to the near right corner where the counter angled along the walls. "Sometimes I like to watch a game or have music playing when I'm cooking. And I figured it be a good location to see from the table."

"That won't be a problem. And the other connection?"

"In the guest bedroom, directly across from the windows."

"Alright, I'll have those installed in about a half hour. You can go relax and watch something, if you like. I can't say watching me work would be that exciting," he said chuckling.

Danielle chuckled, too, and said, "I'm sure it would be interesting watching you. But I'll leave you to it, you have a hard-enough day, you don't need anyone watching over your shoulder. So I'll join you in the living room when you're done."

"Sounds good," he said, smiling warmly.

Danielle excused herself and went into the living room, turning on a couple of the table lamps she had situated around the room. The sky outside was darkening and pinpoints of light could be seen appearing in all directions. Then she went into her bedroom and quietly closed the door.

She took a look at herself in one of the mirrored doors and saw that her makeup could use a little refreshing. So she took a quick trip into the bathroom and came back with the basics: mascara, eye liner and shadow and lip color. She took off her clothes, putting them away where they came from as she'd not worn them very long. It only took a handful of minutes to freshen her face and spray on a bit of gardenia perfume; then she brushed her hair. Next, she began dressing in the basic outfit she'd laid out earlier. First came the stockings; she'd always enjoy slipping the soft nylons up her smooth legs. Making sure the lace bands were straight and secure on her thighs, she pulled up the satin panties, and then shimmied into the black corset. Standing in front of the closet doors, she checked herself out and adjusted where it was needed. She re- hung her skirt and jacket and pulled out a short, sheer black robe. It was a part of a set with a matching chemise, but the robe was versatile enough to be paired with any black lingerie. Slipping her arms in the robe and making a few last checks, she stepped sexily into her black patent pumps. She turned her bedroom light off and opened the door a crack; it was a bit after 5:30 and Jim should have been done, by his own estimation.

Seeing that the guest bedroom was dark as well as the hallway, she guessed that he was in the living room. So she opened the door and stepped into the hallway, thankful that the area was rug-covered, else he would've heard the clicking of her heels. She slowly approached the living room and saw him sitting in the easy chair that she'd previously been in; he was writing notes onto his clipboard.

She entered the room, smiling slyly, "Would you care to stay for dinner, Jim?"

He nearly dropped his clipboard when he saw her. He also nearly had a heart attack.

"Jesus..." he muttered.

He sat there for a few moments, stunned, as he checked her out from head to heels.

"Are you alright, honey?" she asked, bending down and caressing his face with a soft hand.

He couldn't help inhaling deeply when he caught a hint of her delicate scent.

"Danielle," he whispered, pulse racing, "you are so beautiful."

"Thank you, honey," she said, leaning in and giving his lips an exploratory kiss.

She pulled back slightly; he didn't cringe nor did he evade her, so she leaned in again and kissed him fully on the lips. He responded, both by rubbing his tongue on hers and by touching her arm lightly.

"So," she said grinning, "would you like to stay for dinner? We can order out."

"I'd love to, Danielle, but I'm afraid I don't have appropriate clothes to change into. And I did work all day, so..."

"I have a laundry room; it's small, but effective."

"Um, okay."

"Where are you parked, honey?"

"In the garage, under the building. I'm in one of the Visitor's spots."

Entranced, he watched her walk to the intercom panel. She picked up the handset; a moment later, Jeff answered.

"Yes, Danielle?"

"Hi, Jeff. I just wanted to tell you that my friend Jim, from Cable Com, is going to be staying for dinner and possibly later. His work truck is parked in the Visitor's area and I'd appreciate it if you could make sure there aren't any issues."

"No problem, Danielle, I'll alert Security."

"Thank you. Also, I'll be ordering dinner at some point, and honestly, I'm not dressed to come down, so would you be a doll and just send up the delivery guy when he gets here?"

"Sure thing, Danielle."

"Thank you, Jeff, good night."

"Good night, Danielle."

She hung up the intercom and beckoned Jim to her with a finger. He put the clipboard down on the coffee table and followed her into the hallway. Opposite the kitchen was the bathroom.

"Why not go shower, honey? You've had a long day."

"I don't have..."

She delicately placed a finger over his lips. "There's a couple of robes on the back of the door, pick one," she said, smiling softly. "Just hand me all your clothes and I'll put them in the washer for you."

He entered the bathroom and a few moments later she heard things like keys and change being placed on the vanity; soon, a hand came around the door. Danielle took his outer clothes as well as a maroon t-shirt, gray boxer-briefs and heavy, white work socks and his work utility belt.

"You'll find some guy soap on the edge of the tub that my boyfriend uses when he stays with me."

Jim's head poked quickly around the door. "Boyfriend?" he repeated nervously.

She chuckled, "Relax, honey," she said softly, "he knows all about me having male friends. There's absolutely nothing to worry about."

"Um, okay."

"Believe me, it's fine. Now go enjoy your shower."

Danielle closed the door for him and she heard the water start up. She took the utility belt and placed it on top of his equipment bag; then she carried his clothes into the closet/laundry room that was sandwiched between the kitchen and the guest bedroom. She put his clothes in the washer, added some soap and softener and set it for warm wash. Then she went into the kitchen and took several menus out of a drawer so they could decide what to have for dinner.

Fifteen minutes later, Jim came out of the bathroom, wearing a dark brown, hooded robe that was secured tightly around his ample midsection.

"Feel better?" she asked, smiling, standing in the kitchen archway.

"Much, thank you, Danielle, you're quite a woman."

"Thank you, darling," she said, going over and kissing him softly. "Your clothes are washing. Come in the kitchen, I pulled out some menus."

She took him by the hand into the kitchen to where she laid out a group of menus ranging from Italian to Chinese to Brazilian BBQ to American Southern cuisine.

"So many choices," he chuckled.

"Okay, give it some thought; let's go back into the living room."

Danielle led the way again into the living room, feeling Jim's gaze on her backside as she walked silently through the suite. She sat him down on the easy chair once again and kissed his lips softly.

"Be right back, don't go away," she said cutely.

She walked seductively out of the room and disappeared into her bedroom.

Danielle shook off the robe and wiggled out of the corset and panties, laying them all on the bed. She stepped out of her heels and quickly peeled down the black nylons. Pulling a pair of nude thigh highs out of the dresser, she slipped them on quickly, adjusting the lace tops. Next came a pair of white panties. After pulling these up and over her tingling cock, she slipped a white satin chemise over her head, smoothing out the soft fabric. It was short enough to show off some of the lace tops of the stockings and had a deep 'V'-shaped lace-trim neck. She quickly put on a pair of white strappy stilettoes and exited the room.

As Danielle entered the living room, she could see a smile play across Jim's chubby, but handsome, face. She walked directly over to him and she felt a hand on her thighs as she leaned down and kissed him.

"I thought you'd enjoy a bit of a fashion show," she said, grinning slyly.

"You look fantastic," he said.

"Thank you, honey."

"Is it okay if..." he trailed off as his hand lingered on her stocking- covered thigh.

She bent down once again, kissing his plump lips softly. "You can touch me anywhere you want, darling," she whispered into his mouth.

He kissed her deeply and moaned as she felt his hand roam around her leg and thigh, pausing frequently to lightly caress the lace tops. As she straightened up, she caught a glimpse of his free hand clutching his hard cock through the robe.

"Be right back," she said sexily, tracing a fingertip across his lips.

She sauntered out of the room and down the hallway, feeling his hot gaze on her body. Entering the bedroom, she disrobed from the white outfit, laying it on the bed next to the black. Going into the closet, she pulled out a dark purple chemise with black lace trim. Once again donning the black panties and switching the white stilettoes back to her black pumps, she cruised down the hallway back to Jim, his eyes sparkling at her latest outfit.

"How do you like this one, darling?" she asked, doing a delicate pirouette before coming to rest in front of him.

"Lovely," he said, once again caressing her leg with a hand.

A small smile played across Danielle's lips as she took a quick look in his lap and saw that he was now squeezing his bulge with regular grasps of his fist. She leaned down and kissed him, caressing his face at the same time.

"If that's getting too uncomfortable in there, you can let it out," she said softly, smiling sexily, as she pulled away and left the living room.

Not wanting to prolong things, she decided on one more outfit change: this time she kicked off her heels and took off the purple nightie and panties. Pulling a sheer red chemise out of the closet, she tossed that over her head, slid a matching set of sheer red panties over her aroused cock and pulled out a pair of classic stripper heels, in red.

As Danielle entered the living room again, she heard Jim mutter "Oh, wow."

Once again standing in front of him, she could still see that he was flexing his fist around his robe-covered cock. Once again, she felt his hand caress her, this time his hand was enjoying the sensations of her sheer lingerie. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, their tongue playing a game of tag as each moaned into the other's mouth. She caressed his face lightly again as she lowered herself to her knees, in between his opened legs.

Danielle ran her hands all over his body; from his cloth-covered shoulders, torso and his chubby belly to his bare thighs and legs, where her fingertips tickled his fine hairs. She ran her hands back up to his ample stomach and pulled his hand off of his bulge. She took both ends of the tied belt around his waist.

"Is it okay, honey?" she asked softly.

Unable to audibly answer, he swallowed hard and nodded a few times.

Danielle pulled at the ends of the robe's belt and it loosened considerably. She the unwrapped the rest and then slowly pulled the robe open, revealing his large belly and very hard cock.

"Oh, my," she said softly, gazing lovingly at his erect 5-inch, circumcised cock. It wasn't long, not by current standards, but it was thick. Not as thick as she'd experienced before, but it was definitely above-average. The tip was damp with a spot of precum and it transferred to her fingertips as she lightly ran them over his cock and tight balls. "Lovely, darling," she whispered, entranced by his throbbing love stick.

"Th-thank you," he said, breathlessly.

He watched her face intently as she ran her fingers all over his abdomen, enjoying the slight tingles his body hair was giving her fingers. She ran her hands around his chest, stopping at his nipples and tickling them softly. Then she leaned in and started placing little kisses all over his chest; stopping occasionally to run her face through his soft chest hair. She licked at his nipples delicately with the tip of her tongue, eliciting a few short gasps from Jim's mouth. She traced kisses all down his abdomen and over his thighs. She headed back up to his sizable belly, placing more kisses there and giving him enough pleasure to make him begin caressing her shoulders.

Danielle settled down further on her heels and leaned forward, kissing the head of his cock ever-so-softly. Jim exhaled loudly, then moaned, as she took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the throbbing head.

"Oh, fuck..." he moaned with eyes closed, his head falling back on the seat.

Danielle rested her hands on his hairy thighs, feeling the heat from his body. Slowly, as she continued to tongue his cock, she took more and more of his sweet suck stick in her mouth; soon, her lips were wide with an 'O'-shape and her nose was in his sparse pubic hair. She flexed her tongue and worked it along the underside of his cock; the tip would occasionally brush against the back of her throat, gagging her ever-so-slightly, but nothing more. She slowly backed off his love stick, keeping her lips firmly clenched around the shaft, as she licked and slurped. Getting back to the top, she kept her lips in an 'O' around the mushroom head and swirled her tongue and swallowed, making him shiver. Then she started on another downward movement, taking his cock to the limit once again.

Up and down, for several long minutes, she bobbed hotly on his cock, going from the tip down to the base. As he began humping his large hips upward, the back of her throat was poked with his cock more often, eliciting more gagging and gurgles from her throat. As he got closer to the edge of orgasm, he caressed her head constantly and his cock leaked precum profusely. She swallowed frequently, savoring the taste of his sweet pre-seed. Danielle even slid her hands up his body and rubbed and tweaked his nipples as he used her mouth.

But soon, Jim came to the point where he couldn't take anymore. He was panting heavily, moaning loudly and his body was frequently shuddering. He had Danielle's head in his hands, not too firmly, as his hips humped and drove his short-but-thick cock in her mouth. Suddenly, his grip on her head tightened, he gasped loudly and his legs stretched out and stiffened. Danielle managed to back off his cock in time to feel his cock spasm hotly and release several waves of semen in her mouth. She swallowed often, swiping her tongue around the head, increasing his sensations and making him shiver in ecstasy. She kept sucking softly as his cock pulsated in between her lips, a small amount of his sweet sperm oozing onto her tongue as he soon stopped shooting.

Jim let go of her head, though he still caressed her hair lovingly. Danielle kept a soft sucking action on his cock, teasing his sensitive stick with her tongue, causing several more gasps and shivers. Finally, she slowly, softly, swiped her tongue inside her closed mouth and collected the remaining fluid that surrounded his cock, swallowing one last time. She lovingly kissed the head of his cock and raised herself up high enough that she could lean on his large abdomen, her head resting gently on his heaving chest. She felt his arms wrap around her as she wrapped her arms around him. She lay there on him, listening to his heartbeat, as he regained himself from his intense orgasm.

"Thank you, Danielle," he softly panted. "That was incredible. It's been so long."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, kissing his nipples quickly. "I certainly did," she added, resting her head on his chest again.

Caressing her head, he said, "I know this will sound contrived, but I'm being very honest, that was the best I've had in years."

"I believe you, darling," she said softly, kissing around his belly and chest several times.

"Maybe I oughta go back to being bisexual," he chuckled.

"Sounds like a plan," she said, smiling.

"Though I admit, I doubt I would find anyone as amazing as you."

She blushed at his comment. "Thank you, darling, but don't be too sure about that. Now that you know you'll enjoy that side of sexuality again, just keep looking."

"Good advice," he said, smiling, caressing her face.

"So how do you feel?"

"Honestly, I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"I'm glad," she said, softly kissing his lips. "I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back, darling," she added, also adding one more kiss.

She got up and went and took a quick pee. After wiping herself and rinsing her hands, she went over to the laundry room and transferred Jim's clothes to the dryer. Setting the machine for medium heat, she started the cycle and went back out to him. He was standing, robe opened, in one of the large windows, admiring the spectacular view.

Danielle came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his midsection. She leaned her head on his back and asked, "Now, are you ready for dinner?"

He turned and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately.

"Anything you want, I'm ready for."

"Come on, let's go look at the menus," she said, taking his hand and leading him across the soft carpeting.

Danielle and Jim stood over the kitchen counter looking at the four menus.

"Anything jump out at you?" she asked.

"Well, as nice as you're dressed, I don't think that BBQ or Southern cuisine would be a wise choice," he chuckled.

She laughed, "I guess not, but I do have utensils, you know."

"Have you ever eaten fried chicken with a fork?"

"Good point," she chuckled.

"How about Chinese then?"

"Alright, sounds good. Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

"Beef, chicken, pork, it's all okay with me," he answered easily.

"Okay, I'll throw together a few selections and we can share."

"Perfect," he said.

Danielle scooped up the menus and tossed them back into the drawer.

"Would it be too forward of me to ask you to change back into your black lingerie? You do look hot in red, but the black is stunning."

"Thank you, honey, and no, it wouldn't be too forward. Why don't you go relax in the living room and I'll call the order in and change."

She kissed him, pressing her body into his, before she made her way out of the kitchen. Before going to the bedroom, she stopped at the intercom and called down to Jeff to let him know that the food delivery would be within the hour.

Sitting at her computer desk, Danielle dialed the Chinese restaurant while taking off her red heels. As she waited for the clerk to come back to the phone, she slipped off her thigh highs and tossed them on the bed. Spending only a few minutes, she placed their order and paid with her debit card. After hanging up the phone, she took out a $10-bill and put away her purse and then began to return all the lingerie and heels to the closet and dresser that she'd not be needing. In no time at all, she was dressed once again in her black corset, panties, stockings and heels. Slipping on the robe, she left the bedroom and made her way to the kitchen, collecting dishes, bowls and utensils. She brought them into the living room and set them down on the coffee table.

"You look absolutely fantastic, Danielle," he said, marveling at her sexiness.

"Thank you, darling," she said, before leaning down and kissing him. She walked over toward the TV and grabbed the remote, turning it on and scrolling through the channels. "You don't mind eating in here, do you, honey?" she asked. "It's a bit cozier than the kitchen."

"I don't mind at all."

She found the channel she'd been searching for; she didn't quite remember the channel number from when she'd listened to it regularly on her summer vacation at the Starr, but she was close. In moments, soft jazz radiated around the softly-lit living room.

"Nice choice," he commented.

"Glad you like it," she said, easing down sideways on the couch, just inches from his thighs.

"If I may ask," he began, "you mentioned earlier of having a boyfriend, yet you're being quite intimate with me. Is it not working, or...?"

She chuckled at his reticence. "It's working out great with us and we are quite an item, but we had a discussion early in our relationship and basically Jason told me to enjoy myself, because if I didn't do so now, I may have major regrets later in life. So, even though we do love each other and see each other regularly, we're still each single and enjoying our early-20s. When we get to being 30 or 31 years old, we'll eventually marry."

"That's very interesting," he commented as she ran a hand across his thigh. "What do you do for a living? I mean this condo isn't exactly a thousand-dollar-a-month spread," he chuckled.

Falling back on the standby answer, she said, "I'm a model. I'm with a local studio and I've done some work for the Starr Hotel."

"That's awesome," he said, smiling. "Can I have your autograph?"

They shared a very genuine, very intimate laugh as well as very intimate caresses.

"I will make it a point to get some promotional pictures and I will gladly autograph one for you," she said, holding his hand tightly.

"That sounds like you might want to see me again," he commented hopefully.

"I certainly would, as long as you were interested."

"Absolutely," he replied, smiling.

"Now, if I may ask, you commented earlier that you hadn't had your cock sucked so well in years and that you haven't felt so good in a long time. What did you mean by those comments?"

"Well," he began, taking one of her hands in his, "the relationship with Allie was okay, but nothing spectacular. We'd have sex when we could, but as her daughter was usually around, it was difficult. Her daughter, Melissa, is eleven years old, curious as all hell, and Allie thought it was a pain to try to schedule intimate time as the kid was always asking awkward questions."

"I understand."

"On top of that, Allie wasn't really into it when we did find alone time; it's like she just laid there, went through the motions for my benefit, though she rarely made a sound during sex. No moaning or any indication that she was enjoying herself. And blowjobs? Those were rare; she hated sucking cock. And absolutely forget about her letting me cum in her mouth, she said it was disgusting. Don't get me wrong, she's a beautiful woman and she never said a cross word to me, rarely complained about anything. We got along great; except for the sexual aspect, we were happy. We never discussed it, but it may have been a prior relationship that had turned her off to sex."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefully now that you're on your own and that you have rediscovered your sexuality, you'll find more willing partners."

"Thanks to you, I feel pretty good about things."

She kissed him softly. They sat and exchanged more about each other, where they were originally from, the schools they went to and how each of them came to be where they currently were in life. Jim was in the process of telling Danielle about his job and where it took him daily, when they were interrupted by a buzzing.

"Be right back. Your clothes are done." Danielle exited the living room and went into the laundry room, pulling out all of Jim's clothes. She hung his work clothes on a hanger and folded the rest, leaving them on top of the dryer. She returned to Jim and sat with him. "Would you like me to iron your uniform, honey?"

"No, Danielle, thank you, that won't be necessary. But I do appreciate the offer," he responded, kissing her hand.

"Oh! I just had a thought. Would you excuse me for a moment, darling?"

"Absolutely."

Danielle made a bee-line for the guest bedroom. Opening a few of the boxes that still remained unpacked, she finally found a sheaf of papers and other material. Letting out an "Ah-ha!", she pulled out what she'd remembered she'd had and went into the bedroom. Spending a few moments at the desk, she blew softly on the item and then left the room, turning off the lights.

Returning to Jim, she handed him the object of his request. He took it from her, smiling widely. "Gorgeous, Danielle, thank you," he said, beaming at the autographed photo she'd given him. It was one of the promo pictures that Jason had taken of her while dressed in a Starr Company uniform and posing at one of the tables. In one corner, it had a silver foil 'Studio1701' stamp and the other corner, Danielle personalized it for him, 'To Jim - All my love, Danielle'.

"That was during the summer, part of one of my first assignments."

"Thank you, Danielle, this means a lot to me," he said, leaning in and kissing her passionately.

They sat on the couch, cuddling and caressing, with Jim smiling widely at the gift that she'd given him.

It was just after eight o'clock when the doorbell rang. Getting up, Danielle made her way through the hallway, ducking quickly into her bedroom to grab the delivery guy's tip. Peeking through the hole to make sure it was, in fact, their dinner, she quickly tied her robe closed and opened the door. The delivery guy was actually a delivery boy and seeing Danielle in sexy lingerie and heels threw him off-guard. She smiled warmly at the 5-foot-3, dark-haired teen as he blushed and handed her the bag containing her food. She signed the attached receipt, kept her copy and gave him his tip, giving him a wink and thanking him. He blushed again, smiled and headed for the elevator.

Closing and locking the door, she carried the food into the living room and put the bag onto the coffee table.

"What would you like to drink, honey? I have wine, beer, soda, water?"

"Beer is fine, thanks."

"Glass or bottle?"

"If you don't mind me being a typical guy, I'll drink from the bottle," he chuckled.

"Be right back," she said, grinning cutely. "Oh, would you mind taking everything out?" she asked.

She returned moments later with two bottles of beer and one glass.

"I'll be lady-like and use a glass," she joked.

They spent the next hour enjoying dinner; they shared beef and broccoli, roast pork with mushrooms and roast pork lo mein. They had won ton soup and rounded off the dinner with a couple of bottles of cold beer. They fed themselves and occasionally fed each other. They exchanged more conversation, but mostly enjoyed the dinner, the companionship and the soft music piping out of the TV. When they were done, the dishes sat used on the coffee table, the containers of food mostly-empty, but covered. Danielle had adjusted herself on the couch, facing Jim with her legs tucked under her. She sat close to him and she had her head resting on his arm that was across the back of the couch. He caressed her thighs with his free hand and she let her hands wander around his hairy chest and ample abdomen. Occasionally, she'd see his cock twitch and she couldn't resist brushing her fingertips over the head of his half-hard love stick.

After several, deep, soft kisses, Danielle asked, "Would it be too forward of me to ask you to stay the night with me? Pretty please?"

Jim laughed and said, "There you go with that cute 'pretty please' again."

"I have a big bed," she said, smiling cutely.

"You had me at 'pretty please'," he chuckled softly before he kissed her again.

They remained on the couch for some time, enjoying the jazz music and exchanging kisses and caresses. Because of all the intimate contact, Jim's cock was fully hard and there was a wet spot forming at the tip. Danielle leaned down, flicked her tongue at the head and Jim jumped slightly at the contact. She tasted his sweet essence on her tongue and she got up, turning off the TV and the lights. She held out her hand to him and he got up, following her to the bedroom through the darkened suite.

In the bedroom, Danielle touched a small lamp on her dresser, setting the brightness to the lowest level. She slipped off her panties and left them on the dresser, then went over to the closet. She shook out of her robe, watching Jim in the reflection of the mirror do the same and toss it onto the computer chair; his cock stood straight out from his body, hard and throbbing. She hung her robe in the closet and felt Jim come up behind her as she closed the door.

She felt Jim take hold of her sides and caress her softly; she felt his belly in contact with her lower back and his hard cock poke her soft ass. She put her arms out slightly, resting herself on the mirrored door. As the door wasn't completely closed, she could watch Jim as he caressed her lingerie- covered body. Her cock started to rise from between her thighs as he ran his hands along her sides, over her back and under her to caress her tummy and around to softly rub her ass. She gently wiggled her ass, feeling his cock slip into her crack. She moaned as he thrust gently in-and-out from between her thighs; he wasn't actually fucking her thighs, he was just rubbing himself lightly on her soft skin, occasionally feeling the lace tops of her stockings tickle the head of his cock.

They made eye contact in the mirror once again; with a soft, devilish smile, Danielle leaned forward, closed her eyes and seductively licked the mirror. She moaned hotly, French-kissing her reflection, slightly fogging the glass. She heard him gasp and mutter "Jesus..." under his breath as she felt his cock jump excitedly. So she upped the eroticism and got into a full-blown kissing session with her mirrored-self, moaning and licking the glass obscenely. She felt Jim's cock pointing upright in her ass crack; he was holding her hips firmly and grinding his cock in the valley between her mounds of pleasure.

Her cock was hard and dripping precum; continuing to make out with herself, for the pleasure of Jim though she was enjoying it herself, she moaned and pushed her ass back at him, feeling his precum leak into the crack of her ass. She continued this display of self-love only for a short time; she didn't want Jim to get too excited too quick, so she ended the erotic show with the flick of her tongue on the mirror and a soft kiss as she looked at herself. She straightened up, turned around and kissed him passionately, feeling his hard cock now poke her tummy. Her cock, too, was hard and poking him.

She softly broke out of his embrace and went to the dresser, turning off the light. There was enough light coming in from the uncovered window that they could see each other plainly. Danielle got on the bed, temporarily on all fours and flashing her ass at him, and then lay back on her pillows. Jim joined her, lying on his side next to her, and put an arm around her waist, pulling her snugly into his body. He leaned down and kissed her deeply again, making her moan in anticipation. He caressed her tummy and chest; she ran one hand across his lightly-hairy back and the other hand through the sparse hair on his head as they made out hotly. She could feel his erect cock press firmly into her hip.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he panted.

"I enjoyed playing for you," she replied, smiling softly.

"Even in this dim light, you're so fucking beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

"Thank you," she said before covering his mouth with hers.

As they made out, she could feel his free hand wander over her body, caressing her and making her hot. His hand finally came to rest on her hard cock, causing her to gasp slightly.

"Is that okay, Danielle?"

"I was just surprised. You don't have to do that, if you don't want."

"I want. Besides, I may be rusty, but I'm not a complete noob," he chuckled.

She chuckled too, turning her body toward him, feeling his grasp on her cock tighten.

"You are so gorgeous, Danielle, such beautiful lingerie," he said, going back to caressing her corset-clad body.

"Thank you, honey, but it's just standard lingerie. Didn't Allie dress sexy for you?"

"Unfortunately not, Melissa wanted to know why she couldn't wear that type of clothing to bed, so Allie stopped, too."

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey."

"It's okay, Danielle, really. Tonight is making up for all that," he said, closing his mouth on hers.

They kissed for several minutes, exchanging tongues, licking each other's lips and moaning in pleasure. They were both hot and they were both more than ready for the next phase of their evening.

"Make love to me, Jim," she said, looking into his eyes.

He kissed her lips delicately and whispered, "You forgot the 'pretty please'."

They chuckled softly together and Jim got up on his knees. Taking Danielle's thighs in his strong hands, he pushed them forward and open, exposing her pink hole to the wet tip of his cock. She watched him with arousal in her eyes as he licked a few fingers and rubbed them on her hot hole. She moaned at his touch, biting her lower lip in anticipation of his hard cock going into her needy ass. He took his cock in hand, rubbing the wet tip over her winking hole, mixing his precum and saliva, making her entrance slick for his upcoming penetration.

"Fuck me, darling," she panted.

He pressed forward, the head of his hot cock slipping past her anal ring with a 'squish'; Danielle gasped and moaned at the pleasure of feeling his thick cock stretch her hole and sink into her love tunnel.

"God, Danielle, so fucking good."

He repositioned his hands on her thighs, close to the back of her knees and started a rhythmic motion, thrusting powerfully into her ass. She panted hotly and watched his face as he fucked her steadily. The eye contact they shared was deep and it was intimate; occasionally he'd whisper her name and she'd moan and gasp, losing herself in the intense sensations his cock was giving her asshole. And as he continued to thrust, those sensations spread from her hole to her cock to her toes that curled inside her sexy pumps.

As time went on, her moaning got louder and Jim's thrusting became harder. He was fucking her deeply with increased speed and her heels flailed wildly as she shook with each push of his powerful waist. The friction of his cock on her anal ring was making the entrance to her paradise incredibly hot. He fucked her steadily and he fucked her deeply.

"Uhn...fuck me...hard," she panted. "Harder...baby."

Jim moved his hands lower toward her ass, picking up his pace as well as increasing the power in which he thrust into her. Her legs wobbled freely and her heels continued their wild movements near his shoulders. He was panting heavily and a thin sheen of sweat had broken out across his forehead. She could feel his cock expand in her slick hole. They were both approaching the Abyss of Ecstasy and they were both ready to fall into its deep sea of orgasmic waves.

Danielle grunted with every forceful surge of his cock in her anal canal. She panted hotly and moaned like a whore. She was getting close, and she took hold of her wavering cock and started to stroke rapidly.

"I...I'm gonna fucking cum," she said, moaning loudly.

"Yeah," he panted, "show me...ah...your cum, baby."

It only took her three strokes; she gasped loudly, threw her head back onto her pillow and her legs stiffened. Jim watched as Danielle's volleys of cum erupted out of her gurl cock, spouting several inches into the air, to land on her corset-covered tummy. She moaned with every spurt of her cum and contraction of her asshole; she sank deep in Ecstasy's white-frothy ocean and she didn't care if she ever came back.

Jim's cock, buried in her anal canal, reacted expectantly to her anal ring's rapid clenching. He let out a wild moan, pressed firmly into Danielle and held his cock in her, unloading wave after wave of cum into her body, coating her inner core with his loving seed. He too, was temporarily drowned in the Sea of Love, but eventually reality returned and he found himself looking down on his panting lover.

He let go of Danielle's thighs; her legs drooped softly to the bed and she looked at him with sex-satisfied eyes. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and breathing heavily, lowered himself on his side next to his recovering lover; she took his hand in one of her own trembling hands, and cuddled into his body. Even in the dim light, white splotches from her hot emissions could be seen dotted heavily across the front of her corset.

Kissing her cheek as she still lay there catching her breath, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Danielle, that was incredible."

She turned her head and kissed his lips softly. She gently kicked off her heels, each one landing on the bedroom floor with a soft 'thump'.

"I told you that you were handsome and desirable," she said softly, kissing his lips again.

"You're amazing, Danielle."

They cuddled together in the soft starlight coming in through the uncovered window. After several long minutes of soft caresses and kisses, they fell asleep, with Danielle snuggled firmly in Jim's strong arms.

End of Episode #02. :)

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Here are the stories in Danielle's Universe:

Episode 01: "Danielle's Atlantic City Trip"

• I: The Train Ride to Atlantic City

• II: Check-In

• III: Dinner by Starlight

• IV: Sightseeing and a Little Road Trip

• V: Casino Run and a Dinner Date

• VI: A Day with Jason

• VII: Posting an Online Sex Ad

• VIII: If You Knew Suzie...

• IX: Shopping and Businessmen

• X: Taras and Suzies and Bears, Oh My!!

• XI: Extend-O-Vacation!

• XII: The Return of Suzie

• XIII: Jason, Scott and a Surprise

• XIV: A Morning Sexcursion and A Lonely Cowboy

• XV: Playtime with Uncle Phil

• XVI: A Night in Philadelphia

• XVII: Moving Day!

• XVIII: Sunday Funday!

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