Please support/donate to nifty if you can, and by all means let others know. This is a happy safe place for all of us in the LGBT community, and let's show our gratitude. All the best, and appreciate everyone's support. You all are very kind! This is a work of fiction, but to be with Korra would be a dream come true. Terry
Sitting at home that Thursday night, with my bags full, I was excited about the conference for work in Virginia Beach. The Hampton Roads area had always been a favorite, because after the seminars for corporate were over, all employees would hit up the boardwalk for outrageous nights of drinking. Also for our firm, this was a bit relaxing, as we didn't have to have ties on for once. Whoever came up with ties was a sadist, and all of us preferred the business casual. My rental car was provided, along with the hotel voucher. Wow, they got me a full sized sedan this time, and the pearl white Impala only had 500 miles on it. All of my Jos A Bank shirts and pants were packed away, and I went to bed early, as a two hour plus drive wasn't bad but best to be prepared. Interstate 64 into the region is unique, as is the Hampton Bridge Tunnel. Admittedly I tense up a bit on this section, but thankfully it's relatively quick. This if memory serves me correctly goes under the Elizabeth River, which of course peters out to the nearby Atlantic. Seeing the Newport News shipbuilding yard is always a captivating treat, as is seeing aircraft carriers and destroyers at the naval base. If time allowed it, I'd visit the among best museums on the east coast, which is called the Nautilus and is focused on ocean education. When visiting it connects to the retired USS Wisconsin, and you can explore this ship that was in WW2 and Korea.
Thankfully the sun was out, and although summer, it wasn't too humid. Our conference was to bring in, well educated young people to our firm. We had a lot of specialties, but my area of focus was and still is legal liability. There was a lot of schooling for that, as well as on the job training, and I was advised by corporate folks they wanted more qualified men and women in our headquarters hallways. The last one I secured the services of a young lawyer, who was not only a ball buster when needed, but surprisingly a team player. Now in my 40s, I was a bit jaded towards the millennials, but Carl had really made a difference. His humility and willingness, to go outside his official duties was refreshing.
We rented the convention center for this job fair. I had already checked into the Marriott. Certainly better than the usual La Quinta, which was decent, but this was more comfortable and upscale. Seeing the men and women I saw regularly at headquarters, we all liked that it was within walking distance from the area we'd be assigned to. A few of us laughed about the imminent parties, or the visits to the local strip clubs. Others were more into the restaurant and sea taffy scene. This was fun as the seafood was top notch, and of course I'd bring my 7 year old daughter a souvenir. She asked for something with a dolphin, so I was on the lookout. Unfortunately so far it was grimy t shirt stores, that sold some funny merchandise, but definitely not for a little one.
Friday night I planned on my usual bar escapades, but first went down to the hotel one. Dark lighting and a relaxing vibe. Bruno Mars music was playing, when I spotted an attractive woman in a all pink dress, with matching long finger nails in this hard to miss color. I felt the blood flow change directions, and decked up nicely in khakis and a dress shirt, I confidently walked in her direction. At 6'3 I'm hard to miss, and as my left and right foot got closer to her, I did a double take as it couldn't be. Yes it was as I saw that trademark smile, and those eyes that had me constantly excited during her transgender porn videos.
It certainly was her. "Hi Korra," I blurted out as was a bit starstruck. Drinking wine, she smiled at me and said, "you guessed correctly." I felt some kind of negative energy, and apologized for being "completely irresponsible, as she had a right to privacy." I was giving her a Caesar like soliloquy of shame, when I noticed her smiling and laughing. Her eyes looked so warm, and she simply got up and hugged me. I felt the warmth of her fingers on my neck, and here I was, standing toe to toe with who I considered to be absolutely stunning. In person she was so much sexier, and had only a small amount of makeup and glitter on. Her perfume filled up my senses, and she said, "you're so sweet, let me buy you a drink." Here I was, having drinks with this gorgeous siren like transgender woman, and they are so much better than "regular women."
Any thoughts of being caught in the open with Korra, went out the window. That 5'9 frame, Mexican descent skin that was slightly darker than mine, and of that smile and those eyes made me extremely horny. We had several drinks, and great conversation, as her intellect was far bigger than what I brought to the table. She did catch me looking at her cleavage a couple times, with a "uh uh" and a smile. It was taking everything, for my jet turbo fueled testosterone, not to hold her tightly and have my way. We spent a good hour talking, and sure enough, she invited me to her suite.
So this is how the wealthy lives. She had two black leather couches, a wonderful view of the beach, and even at this height the smell of salt was in on the balcony. Also the waves crashing could be heard, and holding hands with Korra was an experience I'll never forget. Yet what really got all cylinders fired up, was she sat on the bed, exposing her pink panties to me. "Don't you want to have fun Terry?" She didn't have to ask me twice. Soon my cologne and her perfume were meshed together, as our tongues connected in passionate kisses. She was so sexy, and soon I had her c cup breasts in my hands. Korra shook and even got hard, and soon I reached in, taking her panties off. Oh yes her shaved cock and balls, were generously proportioned. I continued kissing her on the cozy bed, playing with her breasts, and ducking her penis with ferocious adrenaline.
Soon I was feeling her cock up, as she slurped my balls, and took my penis in her mouth. It felt amazing, like a wake up call of sexuality for Rip Van Winkle. We rubbed our cocks together, and she titty fucked me. Oh yes the precum was coming up from the balls. Soon I saw her take my penis out, and she sucked it like a vacuum cleaner. My balls felt so good in her pink nails and feminine fingers, and soon I pulled her panties off. She had a small cock, but I added another tip by sucking her with all of my energy. It grew to a decent proportion, and I liked the electric charge when we kissed immediately. We were rolling all over the bed, feeling each other up, and French kissing. Korra knew my weak spots as she touched my chest, and soon on her knees sucked my penis into her mouth. Oh the magical feeling, the pulsating, as she had had plenty of experience in this art.
Looking in her beautiful eyes, I gasped. She had this playful smile on, and said "you like this?" Oh, words other than moans, were the only language I could muster as her lips went down my eight inches completely. Unbelievable and something I'd never experienced, as Korra was balls deep on my shaft. I pushed her head there, and also grabbed her pony tail. I could smell her perfume and sweat, making me lust for her even more. She put my penis between her perfect boobs, and went up and down on me. This was so sultry, so kinky, so desired. Everything all at once as the temperature in the room was sizzling like a solar flare.
Before I knew it, she was on top of my cock. She had me on the bed, it was like I had lost consciousness for a moment. I watched as my penis disappeared into her rear end, and that popping feeling and tight warmth made my toes curl. Oh the sensation sent signals to my brain at the speed of light. We kissed passionately. I held her face close to mine, are eyes looking into each other, with determination and ferocity of sexual energy unharnessed. It was like a perfect cadence, as two became one, making love so erotically. I enjoyed her cock on my abdomen, and also her tits on my hairy chest. Her eyes closed and she smiled. She was moaning and told me "keep doing that baby." It was an honor to oblige her, and grabbing her smooth ass and legs, made her contort into positions there's no name for.
Soon we were side to side. I liked being her big spoon, and it was obvious she enjoyed being penetrated in this style. Oh her eyes, her sweating off lightly applied makeup, the feeling of desiring her became even more powerful. Finally I was just able to focus on our labored breathing, and how damn tight she was. Several times I know I had precum leaking into her, and it wasn't long until the volcano would inevitably burst. Her cock was hard and soon she unleashed all over the hotel bedsheets, and the sound of her orgasm was music to my ears. I had always wanted her, now I had just given her the ride I so believed never would happen.
She got on top of me again. That kissing was so integral. The intensity was something akin to rabid animals in heat. Korra held my hands. They fit so good, and her long purple nails made me lose control even more as I inhaled her intoxicating perfume. The only way to describe it was my torpedo just literally lost control, and it was a complete body orgasm, as I shot my DNA inside of her all the way. All of my essence shook, and Korra's smile of satisfaction, was a reminder that this was the best sexual experience of a lifetime. We spent hours cuddling, kissing, and learning about each other. I enjoyed her tussling my hair, and speaking in romantic Spanish.
That day of the conference, my hung over colleagues wondered what happened to me. Usually I joined them for the bar hopping. Yet I had experienced something last night, that defied any expectations or the night of being at places with cheap beer. They all knew I got laid though. Male and female coworkers couldn't notice the pep in my step. When I got back to the hotel, there was a bottle of expensive champagne, and a card with a red lipstick kiss on it. Korra had to go back to California for her modeling, but she gave me her cell phone number. I smiled but had a tear in my eye, as I do hoped for round two that night. As I put the bottle down on the hotel table, I finally was able to grin. At first it was little, but had moved to Cheshire sized. I had just made love to one of the most popular trans film stars ever, and as I blew another huge load, I knew we'd be in touch shortly.