The Trans Girl at the Party Took Me to Her Bed

I met her at Rodrigo’s birthday party, a coworker from the agency. The party was in a bar reserved for the group, with low lights and music that forced you to speak right into someone’s ear. The moment I walked through the door I saw her, and after that I couldn’t look at anyone else.

Her name was Daniela. She was tall, slim, with black hair so long it fell halfway down her back and made her skin look even whiter. She wore a short skirt that showed off endless legs, and when she turned to greet someone I noticed the small, perky ass that capped those legs off. I swallowed hard.

I’d spent months locked up in my apartment jerking off to videos of trans girls. It was the only thing that had been on my mind lately, and I’d never dared to look for a real one. And suddenly there she was, three meters away, laughing at something Rodrigo was saying, a glass in her hand and her eyes finding mine every so often.

I went over under some random pretext. That was enough. We spent almost the whole night drinking and talking, and from the very first sentence there was something between us, a current neither of us named but which was there, heating up with every glass.

—So what do you do? —she asked, playing with the straw.

—Design. Boring stuff on a screen all day.

—You don’t seem boring —she said, biting her lip as she looked at me.

When the party started to empty out, Rodrigo came up to me with that look people get when they want a favor. He asked if I could drive a couple of people home, since they were on my way. Daniela was one of them. I nodded, trying to seem indifferent, but inside I was going crazy: nervous, eager, horny, and increasingly sure that she felt exactly the same way.

We dropped off the last passenger and were left alone in the car. The silence lasted only a few seconds.

—Finally —she said, stretching out in the seat.

—Finally what? —I asked, my heart in my throat.

—Finally I can smoke —she replied, pulling out a cigarette and smiling crookedly.

—Of course —I said, too quickly—. Just tell me where to go.

She rolled down the window and lit the cigarette. A few meters later she leaned toward my neck and started running her tongue along the edge of my ear, slowly, while her hand stroked me over my pants. I gripped the wheel.

—I noticed the way you were looking at me all night —she whispered to me—. Here, to the right.

She kept giving me directions between kisses on my neck, never stopping touching me. I drove as best I could, breathing in broken little gasps and with my crotch ready to burst.

—This is my place, baby. Want to come up?

In response I braked, turned to her, and kissed her with all the desire I’d been holding back. She kissed me back, digging her nails into the back of my neck.

***

We went up to her apartment laughing, stumbling, the alcohol doing its thing. We were kissing against the hallway wall, against the elevator door, against her doorway while she fumbled for her keys. I grabbed her small breasts over her blouse and she never let go of my fly.

The second we got inside, the kiss turned into something else. I slipped both hands under her skirt and grabbed her ass. I’ve always gone crazy for ass, and Daniela’s was perfect, firm and warm under my palms. She, without wasting a second, unbuttoned my pants. When she pulled down my underwear, my cock shot straight up.

She pulled back a little to look at it. She looked at me, right in the eyes, then back at my cock, and gave me a slow smile before starting to jerk me off. It was one of the hottest moments I’d ever lived. She took off my shirt, my shoes, everything, leaving me completely naked in the middle of her living room while she stayed dressed, jerking me off without hurry.

Then she took my cock like it was a leash and led me to the living room. I followed docilely, dying of laughter and arousal. She dropped me into an armchair, went to the fridge, and came back with two beers. She handed me one. I settled in with the confidence of someone who already knows how the night is going to end and took a long swig.

—Stay there —she told me.

She put on music, something slow, and started undressing for me. It was the exact fantasy I’d imagined so many times in front of a screen, only now it was breathing and looking at me. First she took off her blouse, showing me her small breasts and hard, standing nipples. I jerked off slowly, never taking my eyes off her, sipping my beer.

Then she grabbed the skirt with her slender fingers and pulled it down along with her underwear in one motion. In front of me was a small white ass and, hanging between those endless legs, a long, thick cock. I stopped breathing.

She moved to the rhythm of the music, touching herself, drinking from her beer, looking at me with a confidence that only experience can give. She knew exactly what she was doing and the effect it was having. She slowly came closer until she was standing between my knees. I reached out and took her cock; with my other hand I kept working my own.

—Do you like it? —she asked.

—I love it —I said—. Can I suck it?

—It’s all yours.

I bent down and took it into my mouth. It was the first time in my life I’d ever had a cock between my lips. I’ll admit the first few seconds were strange, a mix of nerves and not quite knowing what to do. But after a few minutes something settled inside me and it became tremendously pleasurable, especially when Daniela’s cock hardened all the way inside my mouth.

Seeing her there standing, completely naked, drinking beer and moaning softly while I sucked her off, had me on the edge. Saliva ran down my chin and I didn’t give a damn.

Suddenly she pulled her cock out of my mouth and got down on all fours on the rug. She didn’t need to say anything. I knelt behind her and ran my tongue over her small ass, moving up and down, from below to the little hole, while I held those white cheeks in both hands. I gave her a few soft spanks and slowly slipped a finger inside. Daniela was moaning out of control and begging me, between pants, to fuck her already.

***

I turned her around, grabbed her by the hair, and shoved my cock into her mouth. I still remember how she looked up at me from below, with her makeup smudged and her eyes shining, swallowing me whole. She was an expert and enjoyed being one. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I turned her again, positioned myself behind her, and started rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks, slapping them, grinding against her entrance.

—Put it in me, please —she begged, arching her back.

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I gave her a good lick to make her nice and wet and started easing in little by little. It was one of the best sensations of my entire sex life. That tight little ass, those long legs, that cock hanging there: for me, in that moment, she was the perfect woman. I felt her opening around me as I pushed in, and when I reached the bottom she let out a tiny moan of pure satisfaction.

I sank all the way in and started moving slowly, until I was lying almost completely over her back. With one hand I held her waist and with the other I grabbed her cock, jerking her off in the same rhythm as I slid in and out of her. Daniela moaned and pushed her hips back, searching for me, completely undone.

I grabbed her by the waist, turned her again, and laid her back on the couch. Her long white legs pointed up at the ceiling. Before continuing, I bent down and sucked her off again, eagerly, then spread her legs wide and entered her in one go. I will never forget that image: Daniela with her legs spread as wide as they could go, one hand masturbating herself and the other squeezing a breast, looking at me while I fucked her.

I gave it to her hard, pulling almost all the way out to drive back in with a slam. Her entrance was already completely open for me, and I appreciated that because I could move however I wanted, deep, without resistance. At one point I pulled out and sat down beside her, panting. She reacted instantly: she leaned in and started sucking me off again, licking me from top to bottom, playing with everything, while watching me to make sure I never took my eyes off her.

After a while like that, she climbed up my body with kisses and kissed me on the mouth. Our cocks brushed against each other; she took both of them in one hand and jerked them together, slowly, without stopping kissing me. Feeling her tongue and her cock against mine at the same time had me completely gone.

Then she planted both feet on the couch, settled herself over me, and sat down on my cock. I still jerk off thinking about that up-and-down motion. She bounced on me like a desperate woman, jerking herself off, and then suddenly sank all the way down and started making circles with her hips, with my whole cock inside her. She shoved two fingers into my mouth so I’d suck them while she pleasured herself with the other hand. She picked up the pace, moaning much louder than before, and shot a hot stream over my chest and belly.

She collapsed to one side, trembling, but I didn’t let her rest. I grabbed her by the waist, turned her face-down on the couch, and went back in with firm thrusts, faster and faster. She moaned, begging me to finish inside her. I dug my hands into her waist and hammered away until I blew my load deep in her little ass. I left it buried, not moving, so not a drop would escape, until I had nothing left and collapsed beside her, exhausted.

***

We stayed like that for a good while, naked on the couch, sharing what was left of the warm beer and laughing at nothing, still breathing hard. She stroked my chest with those slender fingers, and I kept staring at her legs as if I could never get enough.

Daniela was the first trans girl I was ever with, but not the last. From then on there were several more, all kinds of encounters, some even with more than one at a time. But she, one way or another, always ended up in my head. Those long white legs marked a before and after, and even today, when I close my eyes, I go back to that night and to her apartment.