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I had been lucky enough to have been with a transgender woman before, but I couldn't believe my eyes, sitting at that restaurant table. This Applebee's had probably never seen such beauty, and it was funny watching "straight" guys squirm as they were with their girlfriends or wives. Oh yes "they would." Danielle and I had met on a dating site, and while her profile pictures were enough to make my blood flow, her in person dropped my jaw unexpectedly. True Jasmine my other transgender lover was amazing, to look at, to kiss, to make love to, but Danielle took all of this to new levels. My legs bounced under the table, sweat was definitely falling from my lower back, and looking in her eyes drove me to the brink of insanity. Her voice was so feminine, her chest so big, and how to drink beer and eat food without drooling was a challenge. Thankfully Danielle was very sweet, and we had a really nice conversation. We had a lot in common, she liked my silly jokes, played with her long dyed blonde hair, and her black hands in mine were signs she was passionate. I had been with black guys before, but this was my first dinner or time with a black transgender woman, and damn did she cause my temperature to rise. My damn feet were bouncing as we laughed, she drank wine, and I nursed my beer. Admittedly I was turned on by her perfume that was sensual and floral, and wow did she have long real nails that were painted purple. Her lips were looking delightful, and despite her petite frame, those legs looked luscious.
She was also a fan of history and science, along with Quentin Tarantino films. Our dinners arrived, although I barely noticed that, but ate politely as she told me about her experiences in the New York area. Her job as a hair salon worker sounded stressful. I made a mental note to tip even more generously, the next time I went in for a hair cut. She had first grown up in New Jersey, but explained to me, that as a transgender woman New York City was a safer and more welcoming community. I knew this too well coming from Arkansas, and it hit my heart a bit, explaining to her what it was like down there growing up gay. Yes I had been hassled, but for her it would have been far worse, because at least in my backwards town I was white.
We had a nice time. Dessert was ordered, and I paid the check. Danielle asked if we could go for a walk by Brighton Beach where we were. "Sure!" As we heard Russian and a host of other languages, she held my hands, and kissed me on the cheek. It felt good to walk with her, to see people swimming, and also just to be lost in her eyes. It was a warm early evening, and she told me she had to be at work early. I was sad as I wanted to spend more time with her, yet I was a gentleman, hailing her a cab. She gave me a goodbye kiss on the lips, and said "can I see you next weekend?" "Of course." As her yellow cab drove off, I loosened my tie, tussled my hair, and went back to my apartment in Flatbush to watch a movie, drink some beers, and crash out. It had been a helluva day at the firm.
That weekend flew by, as I had a lot of errands to take care of. Danielle called me, and we had a nice half hour chat. I was happy to hear from her, as I appreciated her intelligence, which is one of my favorite attributes. Her voice made me rock hard alone, and after our call, I couldn't help but blow a load masturbating. It was rare that I didn't need visual aids, as she turned me on just by the phone call alone. Damn did I want to drive my eight inches of manhood in her. Another week started, with yet another tort case, and I was up to my eyeballs with law clerks and other demands of wanting to be a partner in the firm. The hours were long and the coffee was strong. In fact today's brew was full of grounds, which wasn't unusual, but I was glad to have that extra shot of caffeine. As I got ready to call it a day, my cellphone text chirp went off. It was Danielle inviting me to her apartment! Oh please let it be tonight.
You're damn right I accepted her invitation for dinner. A thirty minute cab ride, I knocked on her door. It seemed as if time stopped. Yet the lock mechanism sound made my heart beat faster, and there in the doorway, was without a doubt the most sexy 5'6 transgender woman in a blue short skirt and white heels. Oh my. Just so damn hot. She smiled and I love the contrast with her dark black skin and white teeth, her lips glossy, and that voice just made me turn into a bull. I have no doubt she saw my bulge, and she offered me a beer, and we sat down to have dinner at her dining room table. It was a comfortable, cozy apartment. There was a "you're at home" feeling. We had another great conversation, a bit of alcohol, and that smile of hers drove me to another time zone. Maybe another dimension.
We were kissing on her couch. I don't know how we got there, but I felt her tongue slide into my mouth, her breathing increased, and my penis was so fucking hard. It was as if the factory turned on all at one time, pheromones filled the room, and Danielle said, "I want you to make love to me." Oh yes. She grabbed me by my tie, led me to her bedroom, and took my shirt off. Soon I took my pants off to reveal my orange briefs with the cock holster. She looked down with a dreamy grin, and her whole skirt and blouse came off. Oh wow she was so sexy. She looked a bit like a more petite version of Tina Turner, with legs that could be insured by Sotheby's. Her bra came off, and wow she had some perky medium sized tits. As we kissed more I felt her purple nails palm my hardness, and she moaned and hissed, "I want you baby. I need you!"
Danielle was down on her knees. All I remember is seeing her glossy black lips making my white cock disappear fast. She gobbled my big thick penis with no effort, making my toes curl as I know she already had to be tasting my precum. She kept going up and down, and the amount of saliva was making that slurping noise that was so loud. Oh the room was spinning, and I felt her tits up, finally grabbing under her shaved armpits and threw her on the bed. Oh yes she was going to get hammered for making me so damn horny. We kissed, my hands took off her pink panties, and I touched her shaved she cock. Danielle moaned, and brought up a bottle of lube as our lips and tongues connected. I fingered her hot hole, played with her boobs, and was ready to mount her with all of my pent up frustration.
Instead she tricked me. I was going to take her from behind, but she pushed me onto the bed, and put her purple nails around my hardness. Soon she was sliding down my pole, slow at first, but eventually faster. I could feel her wet hot ass clenching me. We kissed. The room slimmed. I played with her chest as the heat was like the boiling sun. Oh yes our tongues were in choreography as she went up and down. I felt her explode on my abdomen and scream in a feminine voice of unknown octaves. The adrenaline was for real as I felt my balls tighten up. It felt incredible. I saw stars and shot a load of my DNA inside her, with a machine gun staccato of cum going full blast. We kissed and cuddled the rest of the night, and I eventually fell asleep in her arms as she whispered sweet words in my ears. Waking up to coffee and a delicious breakfast, she told me to come over that night again.