Jessica and I stayed in touch over the next few days, texting back and forth. We mostly talked about normal things, but there was also a good bit of flirting added in. It was difficult for me to not gush to her about how much I loved her spanking me. It was such an intense and amazing experience, I wanted it again. However, I also didn't want her to think I was crazy or that all she was to me was a spanking machine. She was pretty, interesting, and intelligent, and I could see wanting to make something work with her.
As we talked she mentioned a concert that, the next weekend, she had a pair of tickets for and asked if I'd like to go with her. I was more than happy to accept her offer. Jessica lived in the big city in my area, I lived about an hour south of there. The concert was in the city so I'd be driving up to meet her. I'm not really much of a drinker and so was quite prepared to drive myself home that night, although I certainly kept the possibility of her inviting me to her home as an optimistic option.
I met her in the parking garage of the event facility and we exchanged a warm greeting. She was wearing a loose fitting plain white t-shirt (fitting as the band we went to see was The Plain White T's) which, due to an '80s style large neck hole, hung just on the edge of her shoulder on one side. It was crop cut and showed just a half inch of her belly above her tight jeans. Underneath the thin and soft fabric of the white shirt could be seen the hint of a bright pink bra; again I was struck with how her boobs seemed just a bit too big for her phenomenal looking athletic body.
Chatting and excited for the show, we headed to the venue. As we walked we talked about normal things. I mentioned that I wasn't really familiar with the band's music, besides their mainstream hits. She talked about how she really liked them.
We came to a less than busy intersection and, without waiting for the crosswalk to go green, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along jogging across the street. When we got to the other side, she didn't let go. I smiled and probably blushed a bit as I felt my heart rate increase.
"You look really cute today" she said very sweetly.
"Thank you!" I blurted back, caught off guard. "You look very pretty, and very sexy." I said, smooth as a cobbled road.
"Thank you." she said with a smile, and squeezed my hand. I found her manner of speech singular. She enunciated everything very clearly. I would not use the word 'over-enunciation' to describe it. Rather, her speech was strong, clear, and deliberate. She gave off the impression of being a strongly confident and intelligent person, which I'd noticed manifested as very good grammar and unerringly proper punctuation in our texting conversations. The effect of her speech was even more marked, though.
Shortly we reached the venue and checked in. The concert went as concerts go. Though it's neither here nor there regarding this narrative, I was actually quite impressed with the quality of the live show the band delivered.
Jessica took the lead in our interactions on the dance floor. We started simply dancing our separate ways next to or in front of each other. After a short while, though, she moved in and held our bodies close to each other. She particularly seemed to enjoy pressing her pelvis against mine and I loved the feeling of her narrow hips in my hands. As we danced in this face-to-face, pelvis-to-pelvis way, I felt a bump in her jeans which my mind filed away as a wallet or phone (Jessica carried no purse).
As we continued to dance Jessica turned around and ground her butt onto my crotch. She didn't bend at the waist at all, but reached back as she was doing it to put her hands on my hips. It was impossible for me to not get aroused at this and Jessica certainly felt my predicament, particularly obvious as I don't wear underwear.
We spoke loudly, over the sound of the music in each other's ears.
She leaned her head back and said, rather than asked "Enjoying this, aren't you."
"You're so sexy, I can't help but enjoy it" I responded.
"Why don't you give me some enjoyment back?" she questioned.
I wasn't exactly sure what she meat but she walked around behind me, grabbed my hips, and pressed her pelvis against my ass. Having fun, I reached back to grab her hips and ground myself against her. And there it was again. I felt the bump, definitely in the front of her jeans.
Of course the immediate thought to pop into my head was 'is she transgender?' My mind raced but more with excitement than apprehension. I had no qualms being with a transgender woman. I'd thought about it in the past and prepared myself knowing it was something I could easily accept. In response, I redoubled my efforts in grinding against her. Kind of disappointingly, I didn't feel the bump change in size or stiffness. I thought maybe I wasn't making it feel good somehow.
Jessica, still behind me, grabbled a handful of my hair and gently pulled my head back to talk into my ear.
"You feel that, don't you?"
"I do." I responded honestly
"Can I show you something?" she asked. Despite her previous demeanor of confidence and poise I heard in her voice, what I could hear of it over the din of the music, was a bit of fear. It was a legitimate question she asked and I could tell she was concerned I would say 'no'.
I turned to face her eye to eye, she released my hair. What hesitation I thought I heard in her voice was not shown on her implacably confident countenance. I placed my hands on her waist and answered, as I glanced down toward her crotch,
"Please do."
Jessica smiled, took my hand, and turned to head toward the bathroom. In the hall of the bathroom were many people, but importantly there was consistent light.
Jessica leaned up with her back against a wall and, with a sly smile, used her finger to beckon me close in.
"Look" she said, directing my vision down with her eyes.
I looked down and saw as she unfastened her belt. As the buckle jingled she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She lowered the jeans a bit to reveal bright pink panties which obviously matched the bra visible through her white shirt. She then pulled the waistband of her panties out and angled her hips so the light shown down into her panties. I was afforded a very sexy view of her clean shaven pussy. But pressed up against it was a flesh colored, smallish, and obviously flexible, dildo.
"It's called a packer." she said, as she let the waistband of her panties snap back against her skin.
"We can talk about it a little later." she said with a smile. She pulled up her jeans and began to refasten them. Any hint of anxiety I may have heard in her voice was long gone. She was the picture of confidence there in the hallway, self-assuredly apathetic about anyone seeing her taking down her pants and offering me a peek into her panties there in the bathroom hall.
"I showed you mine. Now you show me yours." she said with a devious smile. I smiled back at her and we switched positions, now with my back to the wall. Still with people all around us, I began to unfasten my belt and unbutton my pants. I loved the thrill of the experience. I was not wearing underwear, and so as I undid the button she looked down and got a good look at what I was packing.
"That looks like fun." she said with a grin. She then reached right into my pants and gave my flaccid cock a little grab as she leaned in and kissed me.
"My, that feels rather thick." she commented.
"Thanks!" I said. "It is." I answered honestly. She let go and smiled at me. I refastened my pants and we left the hallway.
We enjoyed the rest of the concert and afterwards, both a little sweaty and with tired feet, made our way back toward the cars. As we passed a nice little Chinese restaurant we decided to stop for a late dinner.
"You don't seem totally freaked out by a girl wearing a fake penis in her panties. Why is that?" she questioned me as we sipped Oolong and waited for our food to arrive.
I thought about this for a moment. "I don't know." I answered honestly. "It just doesn't bother me. I never ask anyone to be anything other than who they are, and I try not to have particular expectations for someone to be a certain way. If that's who you are then that's fine by me. If you'd like to talk about it I'm happy to listen."
Jessica smiled widely at me.
"You know, you're something special" she said.
"The feeling's mutual" I said, smiling back at her.
The food was then delivered.
