As I've told before, I spent a while in the sex trade, 2 years of which I was a tranny. In those years I was capable of passing very well although my height, 6'1" was somewhat of a tip off. Have any of you worked your sexuality for money? At any rate this was more than two decades ago. Since my "retirement" from the trade I've only been recognized a handful of times, most recently last weekend. Sitting in the lounge at the Tampa Airport I was approached by a man roughly my age who indicated he wanted to sit at my table. I said sure, and we both attended to our drinks. After a few moments he put his newspaper down and said, "Mel?' I looked up from my Kindle and said, "Yes. How do you know my name?" And he replied, "The last time I saw you, you were Melissa, I think." I acknowledged his guess and he said, "Are you still in the business?" To which I replied no and he said "You were the best and I loved fucking you." I won't bore you with the rest, but we agreed to meet again later in the week when we would both be in Tampa again, where he lives.
Last Wednesday evening, after a handshake and a hug, which then led to a kiss, I was kneeling between his legs and he was energetically fucking my face as I stroked his balls and played with his ass. After he came we retired to his bedroom where he made extended love to me, treating me with all the gentleness he had treated me with all those years ago. Every part of my body was stroked and caressed and when he did raise my legs over his shoulders and gently entered me I as already nearing orgasm. He knew how to ride me, and managed to prolong my edge for a while until I could no longer resist, softly cumming on my belly. Disengaging, he licked it all up, and with a mouthful of my cum, kissed me deeply, giving back some of my cum and swallowing the rest. We parted company the next morning after coffee. I think I'll be spending some time in Tampa again in the near future. And that saying "You can't go home again" is bullshit. Even without the clothes and makeup we created a very satisfying encounter. He would like me to dress again. I'm thinking about it, getting a little hard while I do. I wonder if I can pull it off?
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