My Neighbor Was the First Mature Man to Desire Me

From a very young age I knew my sister’s and my mother’s clothes suited me better than they suited them. I stole their shoes, blouses, the occasional skirt, and locked myself in my room to stare at myself in the mirror until I heard footsteps in the hallway. I let my hair grow long and stopped asking permission to do it. Some people supported me along the way, others wrinkled their noses, but by then I no longer cared very much.

My body, at least, helped me. I was born with an androgynous figure, slim, with soft lines and long muscles. When I turned eighteen I started hormone therapy, and my skin became finer, almost hairless, with a new glow I recognized every morning when I woke up. At last I could go shopping for my own clothes, my lingerie, my makeup. My life was becoming more feminine with every passing week.

I stopped dressing like a boy completely. It took time and effort, but I went out into the street immaculate: hairless, made up, with every piece of clothing chosen one by one. Even so, there were still sideways looks, comments under people’s breath, people crossing to the other side of the street. One learns not to listen.

I don’t know when Rubén started noticing me. He was around forty, handsome and athletic, with that calm confidence men have when they don’t need to prove anything. He had been my parents’ neighbor forever, door to door, one of those faces you watch grow up and grow old on the same landing. Every time his eyes lingered on me, I felt desired.

When we ran into each other in the building entrance he treated me like a lady. No surprise, no awkward gestures, none of that discomfort so many others couldn’t hide. He had known me since I was a child, and precisely because of that his naturalness disarmed me. That, and a body many men my age would have killed for.

When he separated from his wife, his downcast air attracted me even more. I would smile at him in the elevator trying to cheer him up, and he would smile back with a mix of sadness and gratitude. One afternoon, in a chance encounter near the bakery, he finally made up his mind.

—Hi —he said, slowing to a stop—. We’ve never been alone, just the two of us. Would you have a drink with me?

I accepted before he even finished the question. We went to a small, dimly lit bar two streets from home. Rubén was proper, engaging, with conversation that pulled you in without you noticing. He seduced me without meaning to, almost without knowing he was doing it. The minutes passed, then the hours, and I was still lost in his voice and that sweet gaze of his.

I did notice how his eyes roamed over my body. My chin, softened by hormones. My neckline, where my breasts were beginning to show. The flat stomach the top left bare, adorned by my navel piercing.

My long, toned thighs emerged from a very short skirt, wrapped in sheer stockings with silicone garters, and my feet ended in high-heeled sandals. I admit it: I had dressed for him. More to provoke than to keep warm.

The conversation started with nonsense, but little by little it moved closer to intimate territory. I asked him about his marriage, sensing there was more to the story than what circulated in the building. In the end he told me she had been unfaithful to him. I didn’t want him as a boyfriend or a husband. I did want to cheer him up, yes, but above all I wanted to sleep with him. No beating around the bush.

Standing by the bar with our drinks in hand, time seemed to stand still. I rested my hand on his arm, feeling the firmness of the muscle beneath his shirt, and smiled at him like an idiot, wanting him to make a move, to pull me into his arms once and for all. I was ready to give myself to him right there.

At last I turned with the excuse of reaching for a napkin, pressing my ass against his hip, and swept my hair over one shoulder. Then he decided. He put his hands on my waist, planted a soft kiss on the bare skin of my shoulder and, resting his head against my collarbone, whispered in my ear.

—I like you. I’ve seen you change a lot these last few months, in mood and in body. I love the woman you’re becoming.

I think it was his own shyness that did him in, speaking when I wasn’t looking at him. My smile, which he didn’t get to see because I had my back to him, must have reached my ears despite the lipstick. Without thinking any further, I pressed my ass against his groin and my back against his chest, and turned my head just enough to kiss him.

I took his hands and brought them to my stomach, crossed over my piercing, circling my waist. My tongue wound around his, slow and wet, adding saliva to the desire we could no longer hide.

—You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever had in my arms —he murmured—. Will you come home with me? Let’s go to my place.

—I want you —I told him—. I’ve always wanted you.

—Don’t you care what people will think?

—I don’t care. I just want to be with you.

And it was true. I didn’t care if people saw us like that, pressed together, so obvious. He didn’t care either, or less and less. His hands began to slide over my body with tender caresses that turned me on even more. His lips trailed down my neck and shoulders, though he still didn’t dare go below my waist, as if he were holding on to one last shred of modesty. Even so, I could feel his hard erection against me.

He toyed with my piercing, brushing the bare skin of my stomach. He wanted to be inside me and he was making that clear with every movement. Between the two of us we were starting to put on quite a show in the middle of the bar.

He took me to his place without letting go of my waist the entire way, not caring if he ran into anyone he knew. In the elevator his tongue explored my mouth avidly while he held my ass tightly.

He no longer minded if the neighbors saw him with me, with the trans girl from the building. His hands took possession of my ass over my thong, beneath the short skirt.

***

He lifted the miniskirt and at last stroked the bare skin of my thighs. The apartment was a mess, typical bachelor-pad chaos, but I barely had time to look around. He took my hand and led me straight to the unmade bed.

The sheets still held his scent. I lay back and let him settle beside me, never breaking the kiss. His hand moved over my body unhurriedly, traveling up my legs under the skirt, slowing as it approached my thong.

I opened his shirt and bared his chest, stroking and pinching his nipples. He didn’t go down to my sex yet, but he tugged at my stockings, rolling them down slowly, leaving my legs bare. Sensual, tender, he caressed every inch of skin he uncovered.

Then he took my feet from the edge of the bed and started licking my toes. He ran his tongue between them, over the soles, and I writhed. Never had a tickle felt so good. We were undressing each other to the rhythm desire set for us.

—I want to taste all of you —he said—. Like candy.

But he still hesitated to go all the way. You could tell he was wary, an old heterosexual reflex he still couldn’t quite let go of. I was going to have to be patient with him.

—Do it —I asked—. I want your tongue all over my body.

I felt his lips in my armpits, on my neck, his warm tongue in my ear. I pulled my top open myself so he could reach my breasts. He set his mouth on them and made me sigh, nibbling carefully at my nipples until I went crazy.

My hand went for his sex. I opened his trousers, lowered the waistband, and felt him free himself, hard, reaching for me. I stroked his shaved testicles and ran my fingers up and down his shaft, jerking him off slowly, savoring every groan he gave.

I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible, so I took him into my mouth. I’ve never been one for deep throating, but I do just fine with the head, slobbering over the rest, licking him all over, from perineum to tip, tasting his balls with real greed.

—Yes —he gasped—. Eat it. It’s all yours.

I didn’t stop until I tasted his semen in my mouth. At last he let go completely and kissed me, shedding part of his hang-ups. The two of us savored what remained between my lips, mixing it with our saliva in a slow, obscene kiss.

We were already completely naked. He got on top of me, nestled between my thighs, kissing my neck, my face, my ears. His tongue sought mine between our parted lips, and of course I gave it to him, sucking on it the way I had sucked his cock.

The weight of his body on mine. My own erection, pressed between his groin and my hip, no longer seemed to bother him. Feeling it against his, something in him finally yielded.

I wrapped my legs around his thighs, behind his knees, to feel him closer, raking his back with my long nails. I let myself be carried away by the sensation of being pinned to the mattress. And those same sensations woke his erection again, rubbing against mine, both of them hard and together.

I had strength too, so I rolled us over to be on top. I sat up between his thighs, looking him in the eyes, and took both cocks in one hand. I rubbed them against each other, masturbating us slowly. From his face and his gasps, he loved it.

—Do you want to fuck me? —I asked him.

He looked at me with a mix of arousal and fear.

—Do you want me to? —he replied.

—Don’t be scared. We’ll only do what you want —I told him.

But I wanted more.

—Fuck me, then. You’ve never penetrated a little ass, have you? Your wife wouldn’t let you, right?

—Yours is going to be my first —he said, his voice rough—. And I’m dying to do it.

I reached toward my bag and took out the tube of lubricant. A prepared girl is worth two. While I kept jerking us both off, I spread the gel over his cock and my entrance, taking the chance to stretch myself with one finger.

I didn’t make him wait. I climbed astride his hips. I like seeing my lovers’ faces while they penetrate me, so I leaned on his chest, pinching his nipples. I held his cock upright, placed the head at my entrance and lowered myself slowly, my knees on either side of his body. When at last I rested my ass on his thighs, a long moan escaped me.

I started moving little by little, getting used to his thickness. For him it was the first time with a man. For me it wasn’t, though even then I couldn’t call myself experienced. Taking it slow and easy was the best thing for both of us, and that way we got to enjoy it together.

My sex and testicles slapped against his stomach every time I rose and fell. At last he decided to take me in his hand and caress me. Since we were going slowly, he could do it calmly, savoring the first cock, apart from his own, that he had ever held between his fingers.

I didn’t stop until he came. He left his semen inside me and I felt happy, no, euphoric. I finished shortly after over his abdomen and collapsed onto his chest, kissing and nibbling his nipples while he stroked my hair with a tenderness I hadn’t expected.

I feared that moment. That he would regret it, that he’d ask me to leave. It didn’t happen. We were too comfortable. I felt protected in his strong arms, and he seemed as at ease as I was.

—Should we order dinner? —he asked—. Or do you have to go home?

—I’m starving —I laughed—. And no need. I’ll text. If you let me sleep with you.

—That would be wonderful. Having you in my arms all night.

***

I opened the door to the delivery guy wearing nothing but my thong, just to tease him. The poor man was left speechless and barely managed to take my payment. As he got into the elevator, he must have heard our laughter bouncing down the landing.

We ate dinner naked on the living room rug, the warm breeze of the summer night cooling our skin. I could feel his gaze of desire travel over me from head to toe, this time with no shadow of rejection on any part of me. And I liked it.

Playfully, he placed a slice of pineapple on my sex and, without hesitation, bent down to eat it. An electric current shot up my spine and all the air left my lungs when I felt his tongue on my glans.

I leaned back, supported on my forearms on the rug, and spread my thighs wide to make room for him. It was the first blow job of many, and did we ever enjoy it. He kissed my scrotum with real adoration, took my balls into his mouth and then moved up the shaft toward the glans, which I watched disappear between his lips without quite believing it.

I never thought he’d dare so soon, but there I was, about to come on his tongue. I warned him, of course. The last thing I wanted was to upset him over something stupid.

—I’m coming, baby —I panted—. Pull out now.

—I’ve fantasized about this moment so much I’m not stopping now —he said—. Give it to me, sweetheart. Give me all of it.

And that’s how it happened. A second later I spilled into his mouth and he swallowed every last drop. He left me only the taste on my tongue when I kissed him again, euphoric.

It was already late. We had spent the whole afternoon and part of the night playing, getting to know each other better than I’d ever imagined. He took me to bed and we slept together. I spent the night between his sheets and in his arms, just as he had promised me.

It was the first of many. I never lied to him: during our relationship I slept with other people, boys and girls, and then I told him all the details. He also seduced more than one mature woman, and I found out every detail from his own mouth. Ours worked precisely because we didn’t lie to each other.

Months later, my aunt, my mother’s sister, came to spend a few days with us. She is an exact copy of the woman I want to become when I reach her age. I introduced her to Rubén and it was love at first sight. The thing is, every so often, I visit them both. And the three of us sleep together.