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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
check room, and we were e****ted to our table. The waiter took our drinks order, and we were left alone to talk. This was certainly not a cheap date for Dan, so I was curious to find out how he could afford it. I was not obvious about it, but in the course of conversation I was able to find out many things. Dan was not just some salesman on a junket to New York City. He was the president of a large manufacturing company based in Chicago. He came to New York City four times a year for meetings with the investment bankers who handled his company's stock on the exchange. He had a happy home life in suburban Chicago with his wife and two c***dren, but he liked to have a little fun when he was traveling. He did not want the hassle of keeping a mistress or girlfriend somewhere, so he relied on call-girls for his fun. It was all very straightforward. I was also very curious about why he would want someone like me. The answer to that was quite straightforward too. Dan had a rather normal wife with whom he had a normal and active sex life, but he also had a taste for the exotic and unusual as well. He always looked for something he could not find at home. He had gone through a few homosexual experiences when he was in college, but he was not overtly homosexual himself. He just liked the excitement that being able to fondle a cock under a skirt gave him. He would not have openly dated another man, but dating a pre-op transsexual like me allowed him the cover of looking like he was ... with a woman in places he liked to go while still knowing that he would have the pleasure that feeling my little penis would give him later. He liked places like The Rainbow Room very much, and with someone like me, he could be seen by people who knew him without fear of ruining his reputation. That was all fine with me. I liked being there with him, and what was to happen later would be fun too. I made up my mind to just relax, and enjoy the evening. "Would you care to dance?" Dan asked after the waiter took our dinner order. "Yes," I replied demurely. "I'd like that very much." He held me very close as we glided slowly across the dance floor. He was a good dancer, and plainly enjoyed dancing a lot. It felt good to be in his arms that way. I could feel the sexual excitement of the evening growing with every step, and my little penis twitched a bit in its tuck in my panties when Dan slid his hand down to cop a quick feel of my ass while we danced. This was definitely shaping up as a fun evening. Dinner was wonderful too. Dan had taken the initiative, and ordered Fillet Mignon for two, and a good French wine to go with it. He was soft spoken in many ways, but he was also very much in charge of things at the same time. I liked that too. The beginnings of the Women's Liberation movement were in full swing back then, but I was not much into them at that time. I was not about to burn my bras. I was trying too hard to get into them! I liked then, and I still ...