So I went through with my date with the transwoman and I must stand corrected. Her ad said 5.5 but she could not have been more than 5.0. Very tiny she was. Beautiful, magnificent breasts and as her ad suggested very feminine indeed. Her voice was even more feminine than over the phone. And then.....
She took about 10 minutes farting around with her phone, getting out wipes and condoms and putting newspaper on the floor for dirty tissues to land on??? I made several attempts to swoop in for a kiss that was dodged skillfully finally giving me the message that today I would not receive a treasured kiss.
When she had finished stuffing around she offered the usual tie wasting half-assed massage for another 10 minutes. Following this, she went down on me (covered which I kind of expected). She was still very cute and was doing a very nice job when I stopped her and asked if she would mind switching to 69. Begrudgingly she agreed and straddled my face. I must have done a reasonable job as she came within 5 minutes and climbed off. She continued on me while I revived her by hand. We came at the same time a few minutes later at which point she excused herself for 5 minutes to get herself a drink. A little put out I lay there patiently awaiting her return. She came back after 10 minutes and undressed and began to work my cock by hand, now I tried hard to concentrate but the complete look of disinterest was a little off-putting.
All of a sudden there was a bloody great bang on the window from outside. Now I do not scare easily but in the situation, I was in you'd better believe I nearly shit myself. She yelled out to the mamasan a few times in conversation then got dressed and left without saying anything to me. I lay there like a tool again thinking 'well should I just fuck or what?'. Just when I was about to she came in stripped and lay next to me. She lay there whingeing about having sore eyes for 5 minutes and holding her hands to her eyes. Finally, I said oh look hun I did think I will be able to get hard again let's call it a day. She apologised several times as I dressed and got the hell out of that mad house. I could not help but laugh on the way back to the bike. Well, you have to don't you?
