Chapter 158 - A trans woman’s s.e.x.u.a.l thrill of mutual female p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e

I used to hang out in peep show booths. I loved the privacy, didn't mind the litter of come filled pieces of tissue paper I sat among as I put my coins in, the smell. I guess I craved discovery too, that can be quite a turn on. I suppose I courted humiliation every time I went out. You see I am a trans woman, I am tall, I have a prominent Adam's apple, and I love to wear heels. I don't blend in. I don't pass. And I don't do s.e.x, not with other people anyway. I had been taking hormones for a while but could still get hard, I could still wank. I too left tissues in the booth, full of creamy come that dried and stiffened the paper. It smelt awful. But that was part of the allure.

I always went for Hot Girl on Girl Action. The performances weren't great. The performers were clearly going through the motion, and the scripts were straight from the cisheteronormative playbook, lesbianism performed for the male gaze by women, who, I guessed, had never actually made out with another woman in real life. Girl on Girl was on most Wednesdays and usually featured Kylie and Jasmine. Kylie was actually a regular wank fantasy. The first time I saw them Kylie wore a pink bikini and strappy red stilettos. As she turned to face Jasmine, in leopard print bikini and black knee boots I saw the large tattoo on her back of yellow roses nestled in thorns. Boots are a big fetish of mine but it was Kylie who stuck in my mind. And it was to Kylie that I masturbated every night before I turned the light out.

They began with a kiss, slowly undressed each other and showed us their shaven cunts. Kylie stuck a finger in hers and looked towards the windows, l.i.c.k.i.n.g her lips, as if inviting us to join them. And I would have done that, I longed to lick a shaven p.u.s.s.y, feel the rough stubble on my face as my tongue explored the mysterious folds of flesh. The first time, I came at this point, lost in the fantasy, pushing a tissue down my knickers, to catch the come before it stained my skirt. When I looked up Kylie was tonguing Jasmine's n.i.p.p.l.es and slowly sliding down to do just what I craved, l.i.c.k.i.n.g at Jasmine's c.u.n.t. I took my hand out of my skirt and watched, trying to hold fast to these scenes for later in bed. In fact, they didn't get to do much else before my time was up and my window closed. But I knew I would be back—I knew too that this was something I wanted to do myself.

One day, a few weeks later, as I loitered outside, smoking a cigarette and drinking a vodka miniature a young woman came out. I started. What was she doing there, I wondered, young and pretty, in this place of seedy, desperate men Oh and me. She noticed me, looked at me carefully for a few seconds and came over.

"Hello, I'm Tanya."

"I'm Lucy."

"Pleased to meet you, Lucy. Can I call you TV Lucy?"

I mumbled. I wanted to say no but the words wouldn't quite come out.

"You come here?" I asked.

"I do, quite often in fact. Does that shock you?"

"Not shock, but surprise. Why do you?"

"It is the easiest way for me to get my kicks." She said, "A wank in the dark watching Hot Girl on Girl Action and then maybe, if I'm still horny I can get someone to f.u.c.k me around the back."

"I come here for Kylie and Jasmine too. I've never seen you before."

"Oh but I've seen you, TV Lucy,"

She reached out and stroked my cheek. I felt my c.o.c.k getting hard and bulging my tight-fitting skirt.

She smiled.

"I think I would like my own personal peep-show TV Lucy."

"Personal?"

"I can pay if that's an issue?"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want money. I would really like to perform for you."

"Thank you, TV Lucy."

She reached into her bag, took out an old shopping receipt, on the back of which she scribbled her number. She kissed me on the lips and walked off into the night without another word.

I went into the peep show, wanked furiously to Kylie going down on Jasmine, as she showed me the yellow rose tattoo that covered her back. But I wasn't wanking to her. I could only think of Tanya.

We met two days later, in a back-street pub that had been my office local years before. Familiar surroundings and it would be quiet.

Tanya walked in, wearing a beige coat over a red dress. She walked up and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Sorry, I'm a bit late, had to wait for my taxi."

"What are you drinking?"

"Ooh, a glass of Chardonnay please."

I ordered the same. I didn't go to pubs very often anymore and I wasn't really sure what to order. We sat and, well, conversation didn't come easily.

"Maybe we should just…"

"Call it a night?" I asked.

"No. Absolutely not. I think you just need warming up. I can see you're nervous. Come on follow me."

She picked up her coat and bag and headed for the stairs that led up to the toilets.

We reached the door of the ladies. She pushed the door ajar and peered inside.

"The coast's clear. Go in and take the first cubicle."

She followed me in. It was cramped I lowered the lid and sat down.

"You've got to be ever so quiet," she whispered. "We don't want to get thrown out."

She hung her coat on the hook and turned to face me.

"Now, TV Lucy I want you to put on a show for me. Just play with yourself like you do when you are watching Kylie and Jasmine."

"Actually I've only been wanking to you for the last couple of nights."

"Have you now? You naughty girl!"

She laughed, and then whispered, "Shit! I forgot. I need to keep quiet."

I lowered my skirt. I was getting hard. My p.a.n.t.i.e.s rose like a tent, a small droplet of pre-come darkened the cotton. She reached out, touched the patch, put a finger in her mouth, then put it in my mouth.

"Taste that. You are lovely. Now wank to me and let me see you in action. But don't come. I absolutely forbid you to come."

"You're going to edge me?"

"Of course!"

She flashed me a smile that was not without a hint of malice.

I slipped the p.a.n.t.i.e.s down and let her see my c.o.c.k. The foreskin had retreated to reveal an exposed bellend, purple and shiny. Precome was leaking out.

"I want you to keep going," she said. "This is my little show isn't it?"

"But I can't. I'm going to come."

"But you can't can you? You can't spoil the show. We have to come together. And I need to see you suffer a bit don't I? It turns me on."

She smiled again, such sweet, sweet, malice and I found myself even more aroused, making fighting even harder to keep the o.r.g.a.s.m at bay. I arched my back, breathed in deeply, began again to wank vigorously.

"You're dribbling," she said with a hint of reproach. She picked the string of precome with a deft movement of her finger and put it into her mouth.

"If you're a really good girl Lucy and hold it back until I'm ready, I am going to let you come into my mouth."

She smiled again—dropping her skirt and her p.a.n.t.i.e.s, she parted her l.a.b.i.a with her fingers.

"And if you're very good indeed you can lick my c.u.n.t afterwards. I've had it shaved just for you. I can guess how much you like shaved c.u.n.t, the feel of the stubble on your tongue, your rosy red cheeks,"

Tanya laughed again and reached out to pinch my cheek. She put an arm around my neck and pulled forward and her breath was hot in my ear.

"TV Lucy, you are so sweet. Wank for me, just wank. And when I'm ready for you to come I'll tell you."

She moved back to lean against the door. Blowing me a kiss, she smiled again and began to stroke her c.l.i.t.

I could no longer hold back and cried out as the come ran out, thick and creamy, into my hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

She grabbed my c.o.c.k, twisted till it hurt.

"But there is more to come."

"I don't care, I'm going to ruin your o.r.g.a.s.m. I'm going to make you suffer and then…"

"What?"

"Hands on your head!"

Startled by this sudden change in tone, I obeyed.

She twisted and pulled my c.o.c.k again, allowed the remains of my come to run into her hand and smeared it over my face.

"Don't think I'm going to let you wash before we leave."

I said nothing. I felt a tear run down my cheek."

"A crybaby are we TV Lucy?"

"Yes," I said and started sobbing.

"Never mind," she said, "You can watch me come."

And she played with her c.l.i.t again, taking my hand and guiding it to her v.a.g.i.n.a.

"Put two fingers in and feel how wet I am."

I put two fingers in, then three, and felt the wetness inside, slick with her juices.

"When I get this wet, I can't even be f.u.c.k.e.d. The c.o.c.ks just slide out. Just as well I am not that fussed about having c.o.c.ks inside me."

She brought herself quickly to o.r.g.a.s.m and came with a low m.o.a.n she couldn't suppress.

There was a knock on the door of the cubicle.

"What on earth is going in there? I think you ladies had better leave."

And then we didn't see each other for a couple of years. I thought about our scene regularly and used it in my fantasies most times I wanked. She had tried to deny me o.r.g.a.s.m but I got more than my share of satisfaction out of it. And I thought about her regularly. If only we could get together again? I mean, hookups with hot women who are not that into being f.u.c.k.e.d, and who like the things I do, well, you don't meet them every day do you?

In time I had the surgery I had been longing for all those years. Once I had recuperated, I enjoyed getting to know my new bits. I kept a bottle of lube on my bedside table. I found I could get a couple of fingers up, found too, that my c.l.i.t did everything I had hoped it would. And then there were the times—lazy Saturday mornings usually, when I just stroked my bush, glowing with happiness.

She texted me out of the blue in March, just after the country had just gone into lockdown.

How are you?

I'm a girl!!

How do you mean – you were always a girl!

I have had the op ????

The op? Wow! So you've got a….

A c.u.n.t yes!!! A c.u.n.t of my own – and a c.l.i.t that works

I need to see this.

Well you can't at the moment can you?

???

We can't meet, can we?

Well....no

Shame

Well actually I have an idea. Have you got Zoom?

I do.

Let's do it online. Let's make it like a reveal thing?

Like?

You dress up, you do a dance whatever, you strip and them da da...… you show me your new fanny.

????

So we arranged the date. I chose my outfit. I started with an ivory bullet bra, I had plenty to put in a bra now and a bullet bra I could certainly carry off. I teamed it with 50s style matching knickers, suspender belt and stockings. I stood up and walked up and down in front of my full-length mirror. I looked the part. I felt confident.

I put the finishing touches to my make up. I put on the black PVC coat and pulled the belt tight. I placed the fedora on my head, spent a couple of minutes in front of the mirror, adjusting it. Then I caught sight of my new heeled boots in the bottom of my wardrobe. She hadn't mentioned boots but, well, they were the right colour and gave me a fetishy look when teamed with the coat.

I texted her the meeting code and she appeared on my screen, in red, in a beige mac.

"Hi Lucy," she said with a smile. "I am so looking forward to this."

I said nothing, put music on, Donna Summer, and began to run my hands down my shiny black coat. I walked to the wall, turned, lifted the flap of the coat, gave her a glimpse of stockings and suspenders. I put my hand inside my p.a.n.t.i.e.s, teasing.

I placed my left foot on my chair, giving her a view of my boot.

"Ooh I love your boots!" she exclaimed.

"Look at it, Tanya, worship it!"

I had tried to sound commanding but realised immediately that this probably didn't cut it.

"Oh TV Lucy are you trying to go all domme on me? I don't think so darling. I am in charge here. I think we have already established that. Haven't we?"

I said nothing.

"Haven't we?" asked Tanya more insistently.

"Yes."

"Now do a little dance and take your coat off."

I stayed on the spot grinding away, swung round took two steps to the wall, unbuttoned the coat and let it flap loose as I ground against the plaster. I was aroused. I turned to face her, took the coat off and flung it aside.

I watched her as she pulled her red p.a.n.t.i.e.s to the side, parted her l.a.b.i.a with two fingers of her left hand then pushed a finger of her right hand inside and m.o.a.n.e.d.

"Dance TV Lucy, just dance, let me see those boots gleam."

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"You can come with me in a bit. But, now, show me your new little jewel."

I unhitched my stockings from the suspender belt and let the nylons fall down to the tops of my boots. I slowly pulled down the p.a.n.t.i.e.s. I stood before her, smoothing the pubic hair, before l.i.c.k.i.n.g my lips and putting a finger inside just like Kylie used to do back in the peep-show. I smiled.

"Christ TV Lucy you're hot!"

She whistled in admiration.

"Welcome to the vulva club lovely. From now on you are just Lucy. Now play with yourself for my entertainment. But don't come."

So I did. I reached for the lube on my desk, squirted some, fiercely cold, onto my fingers and winced as I pushed them inside. I placed a thumb on my c.l.i.t and brought myself to the edge.

"Wait Lucy. Only when I say."

I put a booted leg on the chair.

"I'm all woman now lovely." I said, "I come when I like. And I don't take orders. Now you play with yourself. Go on Tanya, do as you're told."

She looked startled but then smiled.

"Dominance suits you actually." She began to masturbate again.

"Don't come. I forbid you to come."

I slowed down to wait for her, I watched her on the screen, the beige coat flapping, the finger working her c.l.i.t. I listened to her m.o.a.ns, gathering in intensity. I so wanted to edge her but needed to come, needed us to come together.

"Come when you're ready. We'll come together."

I shut my eyes and pictured her as Kylie, in a pink bikini, in the red stilettos, with the yellow roses tattooed on her back. But Tanya was mine as Kylie could never be as she masturbated to me, finally a woman, standing tall in my gleaming t.h.i.g.h highs.

We came together. Tanya shrieked. I let out a low m.o.a.n.

"We'll meet again once all this is over," I said. "And I am going to shave my c.u.n.t. Just for you."