"Please don't leave Shannon!"
My back was against the inside of the front door. We never got any further before we were pawing at each in our heated states. And when I pressed my palm against her crotch and felt the hardness there, that's when we stopped, my mouth open and my eyes wide.
Let's take a step back and introduce you to Tina. I was sent on an all day seminar through my company on payroll issues and the latest upgrade to the software we used. At morning break, I found myself in line with one of the other seminar participants at the Tim Horton's next door. We chatted on the way back and I moved my note pad over to her table for the rest of the day. We hit it off perfectly.
We avoided the others at lunch to find our own spot together and began to talk about ourselves rather than the course. I couldn't believe how much alike we were, and yet just enough difference to excite me. She was single like myself, held more of a manager's position than me, a bit more confident, a few inches taller, short blonde hair, and wonderfully long legs.
I could hardly concentrate during the afternoon but Tina asked lots of questions, really knew what she was talking about.
"Want to go for supper?" Tina asked at the end of the seminar.
"Sure, that would be great!"
And half way through my Chicken Caesar supper, I felt her leg softly slide along mine. "Please tell me I didn't offend you?" she asked, smiling.
I responded my kicking my shoe off and rubbing her long leg. Supper seemed to drag on from there. We took separate cars which was a real shame, back to her place, a trendy uptown turn-of-the-century apartment building. No elevator, we had to walk the four flights up. Each landing we paused to touch or kiss and then scamper up like schoolgirls chasing each other.
And here we were, barely inside her door and I was shocked to feel something hard between her legs, pressing against the fabric of her skirt.
"Please Shannon, let me explain!"
"You better make it fast." I said, slipping away from the door and standing a few feet away, staring at her face and down to the now perceivable bulge. It wasn't large but I could see it now that I had touched down there.
"I'm not a guy."
"You're a guy who thinks he's a girl?"
"No, no, no, I'm not a transvestite. I'm a girl, a woman. But I have, have a dick."
My mouth popped open again. "You're a hermaphrodite?"
She smiled. "You've heard of it?!"
"Yeah, but I've never met one. I've seen pictures butβ¦"