This is the continuing story of Taylor and Barbara.
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CHAPTER 2
Taylor and Barbara met in our last chapter on the street in downtown Richmond. Taylor was going home and Barbara picked him up under the pretense of soliciting a date. He was dressed in drag and didn't know when he looked in the window that Barbara was a woman. He got in and the rest is history.
The next day Barbara drove Taylor home and he went to his apartment to dress for class. The events of the evening and recently the morning swirled in his brain. She had made him question everything he thought he believed in. Did he want to be a woman? Did he want to keep working on the female persona? Did he want to continue to be a gay man? Did this glimpse into a real woman in a sexual situation change everything.
Suddenly he considered having a girlfriend. Never had he had the desire to be with a woman more than he did right now. Barbara awakened feelings he didn't think existed. What should he do? He agreed to see her tonight, so, he needed to get on with the day and see how it went later. Maybe a social setting and conversation would turn him off. Right now he just wanted to fuck her again and again. His dick was raging and he was going to have to jerk off before he went to class. This was embarrassing.
Barbara drove to her office and parked in the private garage. She was a senior partner in a large corporate law firm. She worked mostly on discrimination cases. Big companies always found ways to discriminate against employees, weather it was sexual, job performance, gender, personal and on to infinity.
She flashed back to Taylor as she rode up to the top floor in her private elevator. The thought of them recently in the shower made her panties damp, her nipples tighten and she almost blushed. Being with men was not something she did. She was a woman's woman, she loved being in the company of women, and she loved being intimate with women and having sexual relations with women.
Taylor had attracted her because she thought maybe he was a woman with a dick. She did love the male appendage. She just didn't like men. They were unsophisticated brutes, gross bores with the necessary tool for pleasure. Taylor offered her what she hoped was the best of both worlds. Let's face it she thought, a real dick beat a strap on any day. Tonight she would find out if they could be something other than sex partners. She would dine him and wine him and see if he was a prick or the real deal.
Barbara walked past her secretary and said a curt hello. The secretary, who was quite efficient, handed her a stack of messages without saying a word.
She looked through the stack of pink message slips and selected several that needed her immediate attention.
"Joanne? Barbara here."
"Hi Barb, I needed to know if we were going to work on the new corporate counsel minutes today?"
"If you have read through them and like what you read send them up and I will edit if I think something needs a touch up. Thanks for your help."
"OK, I am almost done. You want to have dinner some time?"
"I am a little tied up this week, maybe next week."
"See you later."
"Bye."
And so it went, she took messages and calls for several hours. Every three minutes she had thoughts of Taylor and what they had done. Work was not helping her take her mind of what she really wanted. Suddenly she noticed dampness in her panties.
"Damn, what has he done to me?" She thought out loud.
The day continued that way. Lunch came and went with a deli sandwich her secretary got for her.
Finally about two o'clock she pulled out a file she had been working on for some time and sorted the pages. She opened her laptop, logged into the corporate network and opened a file of the same name. This was a draft of a corporate finding that needed a lot of work and she managed to spread all the paper out and concentrate on the typing. Losing her self in the work the time flew by and before she knew it, her secretary stuck her head in the door and announced she was leaving for the day.
Barbara looked up in surprise and said, "Uh, OK, good night."
"Do you need anything before I go?"
"No, I am just finishing up, I will be right behind you."
"Good night."
Barbara went back to her work, saved her changes, read some more of the comments and put the file back in the drawer, closed the computer and stood up from her executive swivel recliner chair. Her delicate silk panties were stuck to her from her earlier damp excursion into thoughts of Taylor. She wiggled, stuck her hands into them and unstuck herself. Not something she usually had to do and she was glad she was alone.
She called Taylor as soon as she got home and he didn't pick up. She wanted to take him out to dinner and hoped he would dress for her and they could dine without interruption.
A long hot shower was in store and she stripped naked and stepped into the large glass enclosure. The water and the spray massage stimulated her and she found herself soaping and rubbing her female regions much longer and more vigorously than normal. She wanted to get off, she was aroused, sensitive and in need of an orgasm.
She stepped out of the shower and got her waterproof buzzer and placed it inside her with the pull cord hanging out. The sensation was instant and she eased back under the hot water. Pinching each of her nipples she let her concentration go to her orgasm while thinking of Taylor inside her, and after several minutes her toes curled and the wave of pleasure moved up her body. What was she doing? She never did this. She never thought of a man inside her, making her cum. What was going on?
She dried off, put on a dressing gown over her nakedness and went about brushing out her hair and putting on new make-up. Where is he, he should have called her back by now. "Fuck." She said out loud.
Taylor went to class and made copious notes. Went home and transcribed all of the notes into a word file on his laptop. It was his way of reviewing information and storing it while it was fresh in his mind.
When he started to close the laptop he decided to look up Barbara and see what he could find.
She was a corporate lawyer, big firm, and well respected as a corporate consul. That was pretty strong praise for such a nice lady. You always expect high power broads to be stuck up and snotty. Barbara sure wasn't that. The more he thought about her the more he liked what had happened. He checked his phone and saw her name and number pop up. She had called and not left a message. Hmmm, wonder what that was about?
He dialed her number and she picked up on the first ring.
"You called?" He started with.
"I did, can I ask a favor?" She replied.
"Anything."
"I want you to dress up for dinner."
"In geech?"
"Is that like a woman?"
"Yea, sorry about that."
"So, will you? Dress like a woman for me?"
"I would love to, sexy or elegant?"
"Can you do cocktail dress?"
"Sure, if that's what you want."
"I would love to see your long legs exposed."
"It will be done."
"I will pick you up in an hour, is that ok?"
"You want me to be gorgeous and sexy in an hour?"
"I can't wait any longer to see you."
"Am I staying the night?
"You better be."
"OK, see you in an hour."
Taylor grinned to himself; this was getting interesting. The check Barbara wrote him this morning would pay the rent for next month and the promise of more would help her add to her wardrobe. He better look good for this tonight.
Tight cocktail dress in silver, five-inch heels, diamond earrings, and a silver choker that he loved to wear and was standing on the curb when Barbara drove up. Taylor stuck out his thumb and she laughed as she rolled down the window.
"Going my way?" She quipped.
"All the way." Taylor replied.
Barbara reached for his hand as Taylor got in the car and squeezed saying, "I want to kiss you but think we should wait."
