I’m waiting patiently outside the nice hotel room for him to answer the door. I was told he is tall, white, with black hair and soft eyes. That was the customer’s exact description. I’ve never had a client who described his eyes as soft, so I am definitely intrigued.
My boss told me that this is a new client and that he’s never been with an escort. That is why he recommended me since apparently I am the sweetest and most patient worker that he has. His words, not mine.
So I’m not exactly sure what to expect in terms of looks when he opens the door. Most of my customers are older, with lonely, tired eyes, and they tend to be overweight, aching for a woman’s feminine touch. I can always feel their initial isolation when we meet, and sometimes it brings me to tears because it’s so overwhelming. As an empath, it’s impossible for me to completely cut off my emotions. Doing so would take away from my job, making the business less lucrative for me.
So when I see his handsome face appear on the other side of the threshold, his emerald eyes gazing intently at me, I feel rooted in place. My breath catches in my throat and my chest clenches in disbelief. This man called for an escort? I think there has been a mistake. Panic starts to swell in my chest before he smiles and makes my entire body feel like it’s on fire, being consumed alive.
“Hello, Autumn,” he says in a sexy, soft voice. “Please come in.”
I avidly stare at him in continued disbelief as he opens the door further and allows me inside. I try my best to not trip and fall in my high-heeled black wedges, and try to not focus on the palpitating loneliness exuding from him. If I had to guess his age, I’d say he’s in his early thirties, so he’s a few years older than me.
I’m wearing nothing but my black lacy lingerie underneath my faux fur coat that skims the top of my knees. Right away, I know that this man is different than the others, not in the sense that he wants to please me before he comes himself, but that his soul and mine are intertwining already, aching for each other. Which has never happened before.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he says in that gentle, calm voice that is making my heart race wildly. “Feel free to have some wine.”
“T-thank you,” I stutter as I sit down on the king size mattress, continuing to stare at him. “I’m okay, though.”
“I’ll be right back.”
As soon as the bathroom door closes, my mind starts going haywire with possible conclusions. He is into some weird fetish. He wants to worship me. He wants to dominate me. Usually, I can get a sense of what the customer wants, what his desires lean toward, but I’m drawing a blank with him.
The shower runs for a little over five minutes before he opens the door and comes out, looking pristine and amazing in a navy blue suit and white collared shirt. I feel as if I’m melting onto the mattress, gazing at his handsome, dapper self as he approaches me on the bed. I pick up on his aura of intense insecurity and once again I am plagued by genuine curiosity. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to me and sighs before he meets my gaze.
“There is something… I have to tell you before we start,” he says in a calm and collected tone. “I wouldn’t feel right not telling you. If you are uncomfortable with it, I understand. I’ll still pay you and you can leave.” He pauses before he takes a deep breath and says, “I’m transgender.”
I don’t even blink as I continue staring at him. “You’re a transguy?”
He nods. He carefully watches my reaction, probably expecting disgust or disappointment, but I just smile and say, “That’s more than okay. You’re one of the most handsome clients I’ve ever gotten. And I’ve been doing this for quite awhile.”
His pale cheeks flush and his tense posture relaxes. “I’m happy to hear that. And thank you for saying that. I actually have… a strap on if you want to play with it. You can ride me and come as much as you want.”
“Mm.” Lust courses through me as I picture myself riding his cock and kissing him passionately. “That sounds delicious. But first I want to kiss you and grind against you. You can touch me all you want. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” he says breathlessly. “I would love that so much.”
“Good. Lie down on the bed then, baby.”
I definitely sense that most of his anxiety has evaporated, only to be replaced by lust and anticipation. He lies down on the bed as I take off my fur coat and rest it on the bed, revealing my lacy black bra and underwear. He stares at me longingly as I carefully straddle him and then place my hands on both sides of his head so that my long hair falls down, brushing his face. He shivers and places his warm hands on my hips, which sends a jolt of adrenaline through me.
“I haven’t touched a woman in so long,” he says as his lovely hands roam my bare skin. “I missed this so much. The softness, the gentleness.”
His honest, tender words make me ache inside. I bring my lips to his neck and kiss the sensitive skin there, which makes him groan and squeeze my hips a little harder. He smells so amazing, reminding me of my favorite incense, patchouli. I grind my hips against his hardness, and even though I’ve never been with a transguy before, I feel so comfortable and turned on at the same time.
And when I finally bring my lips to his own and we kiss, I confirm what I suspected from the moment I saw him; we have undeniable chemistry. He runs his hands through my hair and I feel myself getting more and wetter as I eagerly thrust against his hardness, moaning when I imagine my mouth suckling the head of his strap-on.
“I want to suck you off,” I whisper against his parted lips. “Will you let me?”
“Of course.”
Smirking, I make my way down the same way I would for a cisgender guy; I kiss my way down to him, making sure to look up at him with my big eyes before I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and pull them down to reveal his long, thick cock. I moan before I gently kiss the head and lick it tentatively while gazing up at him. He groans when I wander my hands up and caress his firm, sinewy body. God, he is so sexy; it hasn’t even been five minutes and I am already soaking wet. I can only imagine how amazing it’s going to feel when I slip his cock inside of my wet, tight folds…