This is a work of fiction
Date night is my favorite thing to do with my boyfriend Tyrone. I get to dress up and look stunning. Tyrone gets to show me around and be proud. Of course, him being older and me being younger, I got to step up to show that at his age, he can still pull baddies.
Tyrone is 43, and I'm 24 years old. It's not a super big difference in age. I fell for him the moment I told him I was trans and he didn't care. He still treated me like a woman. At first, we were friends at first. We met online through Facebook. At that time, I was dating someone else at the time named Kevin. Kevin was my age, and we dated for a year.
Kevin wasn't bad, just he didn't want to be seen in public or go out on date night. Things would get tensed between us, but we had a connection. Tyrone was so much different than Kevin in many ways. The obvious was Kevin was white, and Tyrone was black. Then there's the age thing and how they carry themselves. I love Kevin's nice heart and easy personality. Tyrone was more confident and assertive.
So, after a few weeks of talking with Tyrone, we decided to meet for a coffee. You know, just to see each other in real life. So it was night, and the coffee shop was busy. Busy enough, nobody will notice or care to be seen with me. That's how kevin and I did things. Tyrone, on the other hand, was different. When he saw me, he gave me a big hug and compliments my looks.
"Girl you look great. You dressed all up for me. Shit, definitely glad I came." That compliment was loud and some people looked at us. Tyrone didn't care and I see him in the corner of my eye glancing at my butt. I actually liked he was being honest and outspoken. Also i didn't mind the extra attention from him. We sat down and talked for about a hour. As we continue talking, I noticed he turned up the charm and flirting.
Once in a while touching my hand or saying "bet the boys wish they can handle you. I know for a fact that women love to a man to handle them." He would stare in my eyes with a look that I recognized as bedroom eyes.
"I don't think all women want a man to handle them. Some of us like a gentle touch." He chuckles and answers back,
"you say that, but if i were to show you how a man handles a woman, you would in love. That's a fact of nature."
There was a strange attraction i was getting from him that I never experienced before. Then my phone woke me up from my hypnotic trance. So we left and agree to meet again soon. Week later I texted Tyrone for some reason. I didn't know why, but I waited until Kevin left for work. Instead of texting back, he called me instead. "Hey boo, what's up?" I was nervous for some reason and was contemplating to hang up.
"Nothing was bored and remember we still need to hangout again. You free today by any chance?"
He immediately answered "yeah, I'm free for you. Where do you want to meet?" I didn't hesitate to say "want to hangout here? I really don't feel like going out."
He responded "what a shame. A beauty like you needs to be seen. Girl you need to go out more and let the world see your beautiful self".
My heart flutters after hearing him. What's going on with me? "No, not today. Just hang out here...with me."
He didn't hesitate "on my way." I hung up and went to my drawer to wear something nice. What to wear? My mind is racing with my heart. What am I doing? I'm in a relationship! But it's only to hang out, right? I finally picked out a nice green skater dress with ankle boots. Paired with fishnet stockings that had the large diamond pattern.
I fix my makeup to look more presentable. I put my hair up in a bun, before just letting lay back down. It was shoulder length and brunette colored. I was looking in the mirror doing minor touches of my makeup, then the door bell ranged. I hurriedly race to open it and he stood there with a smile. I let him in, and he immediately compliments my outfit and hair. I guided him to the living room, and he sat on the couch. I sat next to him, but there was a little distance between us.
We chatted for a bit, until he asked something that caught me off guard. "Don't get mad or upset, but tell me something. You ever dated or got down with a brother before?" I was confused at first, but I replied "Actually, I only ever dated white guys. Now got down with a brother? I really don't understand what that means?" I did know what he meant, I was curious on what he would say.
"You know, you and a brother alone. Ok... excuse my language. You let a brother hit that ass? You know sex." I try to look surprised and say "oh, ok. Well no I never been with a black man. I'm not racist, ok. It's just I never had an attraction to any black man."
He looked at me with a sarcastic look in his eyes. "You afraid of black men? Or you think the stereotype of us black men slinging a third leg got you a little intimidated?"
"No I just haven't met a black man that I found attractive, It's the same with white men I promise. And the that third leg comment wouldn't scare me, if was true and I was in that situation, I don't think it would fit."
He chuckles and I join in on the chuckles. "OK one more personal question, be honest. When is the last time you and your man got busy? I don't mean a quickie. A full on good night of intimate, love making?"
I stared at him for a second and honestly answered "a quickie would be nice actually. It's been a while since we actually had sex of any kind, that being a quickie or love making." I felt embarrassed and ashamed.
"Why? Shit you beautiful, I can tell you a little demon in the bedroom. You got that look. Any real man would be with you all the time."
I reply "I just give hand jobs or suck his dick to be blunt. It's like I'm not good enough for him anymore."
"Maybe he's not good enough for you baby girl." He then scoots closer and I also scoot closer. We meet in the middle of the couch and I didn't expect him to kiss me. He did and I didn't resist him at all, actually I pull him on top of me. We wrap our legs together with our hands explore each other's bodies. His body was fit and toned, like a professional runner. My hands feel his abs and chest, discovering a new muscle with every second I explore.
His hands are doing they're own exploring, like caressing my breast or squeezing my thighs slightly. His lips were on my neck sucking and his tongue tasting my flesh. I follow suit and suck on his neck then his face. While our upper bodies were exploring, the lower parts were grinding against each other. He was digging his crotch into mine and I slightly feel his erected cock. "You want to keep this here on the couch and feel each other up? Or take this to your bed to see how far you want to go?"
In a breathy tone I answered "take me all the way! Manhandled me like a woman! Show me how you handle a woman!" He stands up while grabbing my legs under his arms and carries me into the bedroom. Along the way i kiss his neck and hold on as he easily carries me. We reached the bed and he gently places on the bed on my butt. He steps back and starts undressing and I started doing the same. I took everything off instead of the fishnets.
I lay on my back and I see his cock for the first time. It was big and thick like a dark skinned python. He definitely fit the stereotype. He gets on his knees on the bed and marches towards me. I spread open my legs and he finds his place in-between them. He leans over me and our lips again meet. My legs wrap around his waist and his erected cock touches my crotch. He grinds against me until he sits up on his knees. "You ready to feel like a woman again, baby?"