Jesse watched as Ilsa entered his house and took a seat on the sofa. As stunning as she looked across the expanse of the yards, she looked even better in person. She set her purse on the end on the floor next to the sofa as she crossed her legs. Jesse was forced to head to the kitchen and busy himself with the coffee so his erection wouldn't be visible.

Jesse wasn't concerned about being seen by his neighbors, he knew that they were not busybodies. As he fixed the tray with the coffee cups, cream, and sugar, he lost his erection and was able to reenter his living room with no tell-tale sign of his arousal.

Jesse sat on the loveseat that was catty-cornered to the end of the couch as he set the large silver tray on the coffee table. The scent of her perfume filled his soul as did the sight of her flashing blue eyes and long dark hair. At her request, he poured her a cup and added cream and sugar to her specifications, as he did this, she began to talk.

"I kind of lied to you. I did wear this outfit once before when I visited a site for those that embrace this lifestyle and posted a picture," Ilsa admitted.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I received a lot of likes from those already logged on along with requests to meet up with them and have sex with them. I of course refused," she responded.

"Probably a good idea. You have no idea what kind of sicko you might be talking to," Jesse responded.

"Sicko is right," she admitted. "There was no politeness or respect in their requests. They told me what they wanted to do to me and visa-versa in the nastiest language, it made me blush," Ilsa admitted.

As Jesse looked into her pretty face, he felt his erection returning and hoped that his robe would hide it.

"So, am I your first t-girl?" she asked.

"You're the first girl that I've had in quite a while. I was thinking about a trip to Las Vegas and visiting the full-service escorts," Jesse admitted.

"It's so sad that you have to pay for sex. You're quite handsome and in great shape," she told him while blushing.

"Thank you. Most of the girls I dated had marriages and babies on their minds, something I'm not big on, " he admitted.

"You against marriage?" she asked.

"Not at all. I just don't want kids," he responded.

Ilsa left her place on the couch and joined Jesse on the loveseat. Just mere inches from his face, Jesse could see no trace of a male.

"Then meeting me might be an answer to your prayers because I can't get pregnant," she said in a soft, seductive voice.

Ilsa took the coffee cup from Jesse's hand and placed it on the tray, then gently moved Jesse's head around until their noses were almost touching.

"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked.

"Very much," he answered.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

"A little, I've never kissed a male before," he admitted.

"Neither have I," she responded.

The minute she placed her full lips against his, a bolt of electricity shot through his being and his nervousness vanished at the intensity he felt. The kiss intensified when she parted her lips and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. Jesse ignored the voices in his head telling him that this was a young man.

When the tongue kiss ended, Jesse commenced planting soft kisses on her neck and ears as he allowed his hand to run the length of her booted leg from toe to where it ended at her thigh.

When she didn't protest, he allowed his hand to stroke the expanse of nylon-covered flesh between the tops of her boots to the hemline of her miniskirt, she gently moaned at being stroked. He then allowed his hand to gently slip under her hemline and his hand slowly moved upwards until he was able to feel the lace tops of her nylons.

Once again, when she didn't protest, Jesse allowed his hand to gently slide further up her leg and soon his fingers encountered the leg opening of her tiny panties, they were silky and trimmed with lace. His hand slid up a little further and soon his fingers were able to detect a small but rock-hard cock hidden under her silk panties, Ilsa once again moaned with pleasure.

Jesse surprised himself by not flinching and proceeded to gently run his fingers up and down Ilsa's small but swollen member through her panties, her soft moans told him how much she liked it.

"Oh baby," she said after numerous strokes. "You keep doing that and you're going to make me cum."

"Then cum," Jesse suggested.

"You want me to cum in my panties?" she asked.

"No, take them off," he added as he removed his hand from under her miniskirt.

Ilsa stood up and shyly turned her back toward Jesse. She slid both hands under her skirt and Jesse watched as she slid a pair of black nylon and silk panties down her shapely legs. Once they reached her ankles she managed to slide them off over her high-heeled boots before she took her seat again.

Now Jesse expected her to lay back against the couch cushions, but she didn't. She wrapped her slender arms around him as his hand once again slid under her skirt. This time Jesse's hand encountered a small but very hard cock and he surprised himself again by not flinching as his hand circled her firm and warm cock.

Ilsa held on tight and planted gentle kisses on his face and neck as Jesse's hand commenced stroking. She moaned and whimpered softly as she was stroked. The soft sounds she made increased Jesse's hand speed. Once again their lips met and their tongues explored each other's mouths.

"I'm cumming," she announced in a moan and ceased her kissing and stared into Jesse's eyes.

Ilsa's body shook and a long moan escaped her lips as her orgasm arrived. Jesse could feel the warm stick fluid slide down his hand as she shot her load. Now between her looks, the scent of her perfume, her soft moaning, Jesse lost his load in his boxer briefs. Only when her orgasm passed did she fall back against the cushions gasping for air and Jesse joined her.