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The first shemale story I ever read and still one of my favourites…

Layovers are a pain at the best of times but the prospect of five hours at the
airport was not a good one. My inbound flight had been delayed and I had missed
my connection, so there was nothing for it but to wait out the afternoon and
catch the next ‘plane home to the wife and k**s.
The only saving grace was my business class ticket, meaning that at least I
could loaf around in the executive lounge and not in the main concourses.
Something to read, plus snacks and a drink were the only silver lining to my
particular cloud that day.
After a tour of the shops (all expensive things I didn’t need), I tracked down
the lounge and dumped my stuff. A coffee and a paper killed an hour but it
wasn’t until I noticed the computer bays in the “Business Centre” that an idea
occurred to me. Why not pick up my emails?
The only booth free was at the end of a row of five and I was delighted to
discover that canlı kaçak bahis the internet access was free – not the usual credit-card-payment
machines. A chance to pick up some emails and drop in on my favourite chat-room.
I settled in, checked the mail and started to chat. Although I am married and
love sex with women, I also love to fantasise about cocks and sex with men, so
my favourite site is a gay one. Being stuck in an airport in the middle of
Europe, I was as frustrated as turned on, unable to do anything more than have
dirty conversations with guys in foreign countries and become increasingly
horny.
Then I saw her.
From the moment I caught sight of her tall figure, striding across the lounge,
with her long blonde hair, long legs and short skirt, I was as drawn to her as
every other man in the lounge.
Everyone looked. Even the women.
Especially the women. Perhaps they spotted something about this newcomer, that I
picked up on immediately. This exquisitely, yet sexily casino oyna dressed, big-breasted,
leggy blonde with the long flowing locks was clearly not all she appeared to the
casual observer.
Perhaps it was her height – 6ft if she was an inch. Perhaps it was her well-
defined legs, slim yet muscular. Perhaps it was her strong-looking hands with
the long fingers. Perhaps it was all these things.
Whatever, of one thing I was sure. She had been born like me – a man!
Of one more thing I was equally certain. I had to speak to her. Horny as I was
from my cyber-sex session, I became even more aroused at the thought of her, now
sitting at a terminal just a few yards from me, one of my favourite fantasies
brought to wonderful flesh.
After about ten minutes hidden behind in her booth, she rose and left. I
followed immediately, trying to appear casual as I followed her out of the
Business Centre. I smiled to myself as I thought of the next fat Swiss
businessman to sit down at my terminal canlı casino siteleri and the shock he’d have at being
confronted with a gay chatrom and some still-open gay porn pages!
As we entered the main portion of the lounge, I looked around for her. She was
not hard to spot, standing making herself a coffee at the snack bar. Desperate
to strike up a conversation, I decided to move over there myself.
She was making a small snack when I joined her. Nervous but incredibly turned on
by her mere presence, I had to make a move quickly, I felt, before she sat down.
That would make an approach far less casual.
Sounding remarkably calmer than I was, I made some innocuous remark about the
delays and weather. She smiled and replied, bemoaning her own delay.
Excellent! She spoke English, though her accent was Germanic or perhaps Swiss.
Perhaps it was her disarming smile but I felt immediately at ease and we chatted
for a moment or two as we finished making coffees.
“Would you like some company?” I asked, ready for a potential rebuff.
“Sure,” she smiled, “that would break the boredom.”
We moved to a quiet corner with our food and drinks.
Her smile was infectious and drew me in easily. We chatted for a while about
everything a

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