Banana Fetish

She then asked, “Do you know what a transgender woman is?” and I replied, “Sure, I don’t live under a rock and I’m not closed-minded.” This made her smile and she said, “Good because I am not sure if you know but I am a T-girl.” I honestly lied and just said that I didn’t know because to me, she looked just like a normal attractive woman. This lit her right up and made her happy as could be. Of course I knew from first meeting her that she was probably trans and it was cool with me.

At this point, her inhibitions left her and she just said, “You are sexy and cool guy and I’d like to have fun with you.” I tried to act surprised and after asking what she had in mind, she dropped to her knees and said, “Come over here and I’ll show you.” I knew from experience what she wanted and just walked over and stood there not doing a thing. She reached up, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the 5 front buttons to my jeans and pulled out my totally soft cock and began working on it. She acted like a dog in heat and after about 5 minutes of bomb-ass head, I took her back to my bedroom and topped her for all I was worth. After finishing, she left and went back upstairs to her unit but this eventually ended up beginning a casual and friendly FWB relationship that we were both cool with. I laid some ground rules though telling her I was totally cool with her gender but I really didn’t want a serious relationship with anyone and as long as we kept it light and casual, things were fine.

In the 1 month leading up to this point, our encounters had been 100% me topping her and I was totally happy with it remaining that way. We were cuddling and talking and the subject came up about if I had ever been versatile or tried being submissive. I probably shouldn’t have but I said no, its not something I have tried and I am not sure if I want to. Truthfully, I had already tried it once in Mexico (I wrote another story here about that time) but that encounter was rushed and I felt pressured leading me not to really enjoy it.