Lauren's Hot Date
Keywords: Hot, Date, Lauren's,
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When Lauren woke up on Friday morning, her long blonde hair was tousled across her pretty face and her ruffled teddy was twisted around her breasts. She brushed her hair back, adjusted the nightie and smiled. Although the long hair and frilly garment were sometimes nuisances, she really liked the feelings of femininity they gave her. As the show tune went, she enjoyed being a girl.
She didn't lie in bed very long because her cock was hard with morning wood and she had an urgent need to go to the bathroom. Lauren sat on the toilet and relieved herself. In the days, when she was still named Lee and was trying to be the man that her anatomy said she was, Lauren had stood to urinate but she was now going all out as a woman. Besides the way she used toilets and which rest rooms she chose, this meant allowing her blonde hair to grow long and cascade down her back and wearing only the most feminine of garments.
After breakfast and her morning ablutions, Lauren carefully applied her makeup and dressed herself in some of those garments. This included a lacy bra and matching panties from Victoria's Secret, a lace-trimmed white blouse and a green mini-skirt that showed off her long, smooth legs and tight curvy ass to the best advantage. At her job in the bank, her tall slim figure and beautiful face earned the usual admiring glances from male employees and customers, and more than a few envious looks from some of the women. None of the people there know of her previous life as a man, and she wants to keep it that way.
Her boyfriend knows, of course, and he recognizes her for the woman that she is. Her oldest friends, both male and female, know too, and they have no problem thinking of her as all woman. Part of this is because she is such a beauty and part is because there are no vestiges of masculinity that can be readily seen. Her family members have accepted the change, some grudgingly, and their cards and letters are addressed to "Lauren Seymour" although sometimes the letters start out "Dear Lee".
As she went through the routine work of that day, Lauren's thoughts were on her boy friend and the good times they would have together that evening. There would be dinner, followed by dancing, and the best part would be when they would make love in her bed. In the morning, there would be more love-making, followed by a very pleasant brunch in a nice restaurant. She could actually feel her own lustful stirrings at the thought of what his cock would be doing for her in a few more hours.
His nickname has been Rocky ever since his childhood and he much prefers that over his given name of Leslie. He is big and strong, a former player in the National Football League and currently the high school gym teacher and coach of the football team. These two avocations keep him in condition almost as good as when he was putting his head down and plowing through defensive linemen. His fifty-two years make him more than twice as old as Lauren, who is 21, and that's fine with her.
While still a teenager, she was forced to accept the fact that she was a woman, albeit one born into a male body. She not only accepted it, she took steps, both medical and personal to change it. Hormone treatments, combined with depilatories where needed, gave her a soft, smooth skin. They also resulted in small but shapely breasts and a surprisingly curvaceous ass, but they could do nothing about her balls and cock, and surgery to do anything about them would be painful and prohibitively expensive. After a period of letting her hair grow long and wearing makeup and women's clothing, she finally built up enough confidence to date men.
The first young man, who had been attracted by her lovely face and figure, was repelled and angered after learning of her male sex organs. When she told him of them, being honest and upfront from the start, he came close to inflicting violence on her. Even though he didn't quite do so, his threats and insults were bad enough, leaving her in tears and shaking her self-confidence. The results of her second and third attempts to date young men were almost duplicates of the first. Lauren decided she needed to change her tactics. She was a woman; she knew it, and if those young punks couldn't see the truth, that was their loss.
She began dating men who were much older, even old enough to be her father. Second only to her decision to live her life as a woman, this was the best thing she ever did for herself. For one thing, they tended to have more money and could show her a better time but that was very minor. Far more important was their acceptance of her as the person she had become. She was always honest with them, telling anybody who showed interest that she was a T-Girl. If they didn't know what that meant, she explained it clearly, and the consensus was: "Well, you may have started out as a man but you're damn sure a woman now, and a really beautiful one at that."
The older men treated Lauren as a lady in public and later, in bed together, they treated her as a woman. Although she was lacking the primary female sex organs, none of her partners ever felt deprived. Her mouth got their cocks stiff and her pussy, what most people might have called her ass, provided some of the best fucking they had ever gotten. When she had been Lee, she had masturbated like hundreds of millions of other boys, and that was still the way she expected to climax. To her happy surprise, most of the men she had started dating wanted to fondle and stroke what they usually called her clit, as they strove to achieve simultaneous orgasms.
All the men in Lauren's life have always regarded her with love and respect but her favorite is Rocky. Although muscular and hairy, he is gentle and caring and treats Lauren the way a lady deserves to be treated. He brings her flowers, opens doors for her, helps her with her coat and does all the other courtly things that many men don't think about and that some women would describe as sexism. Besides his chivalry, he is a knowledgeable and considerate lover, truly enjoying the foreplay that always brings her close to ecstasy before carefully inserting his cock and slowly bringing them both to the happy end of their journey. He is also a virile man and they usually reach that destination at least twice at night and again in the morning.
At seven o'clock, as promised, Rocky rang the doorbell and identified himself through the intercom. When he knocked on her door, Lauren let him in and they greeted each other with an eager embrace and kisses that started out to be affectionate and quickly became passionate. They both knew they were going to end the evening in bed together and were already working toward that extremely pleasurable goal.
"Lauren, you seem to get more beautiful every day," Rocky told her when he finally took his tongue out of her mouth. "I've been counting the seconds all day until I would finally get to see you again."
"Oh, Rocky. How you go on." It was the truth, though. Rocky was truly smitten with the lovely young T-Girl.
Lauren had changed her clothes to a longer and fuller skirt for the evening and a darker blouse. Rocky held her wrap for her, as is his wont, and escorted her to his car, where he opened the door for her. Dinner at her favorite restaurant was an extremely enjoyable meal, as the two of them talked of their days' work and observations. The wine and roast beef and salad were excellent, as they had expected.
Dancing and a few drinks followed, and Lauren demonstrated one of the reasons for wearing the fuller skirt. She enjoyed twirling around the floor with Rocky, joyfully swinging her hair about her face and shoulders and showing off her long, beautiful legs. Most of the men in the night club envied Rocky for the beautiful woman in his company, and many of the women resented that such a handsome older man should be accompanied by a woman who was so young and lovely.
Neither Rocky nor Lauren cared about other people and, when the band began playing slower tunes, the second reason for the looser fitting skirt came into play. With her delightful body pressed against him, especially knowing what they were going to be doing soon, Rocky started becoming aroused. Lauren felt his burgeoning erection and smiled up at him. Her own arousal, as she felt his stiffening cock and thought about the pleasure it would soon be giving her, caused her clit to start to stiffen. The lights were dim and romantic but, if anybody had been interested enough to look closely, they might have seen the tenting in his pants. However, they would not have seen the corresponding bulge in her skirt.
Although they were enjoying the dancing and the music, both knew that much greater pleasures awaited them at her apartment. After one unusually intimate number, Rocky smiled down on his partner. "Ready to leave?" he asked.
She smiled back and nodded her head, Rocky settled the tab and they walked, hand in hand, to his car. On the drive to her apartment, Lauren's hand was on his leg some of time, but mostly it reached inside his pants and fondled his stiff cock. Just before her mouth would have replaced her hand, they arrived at their destination.
The apartment complex allocates two parking spaces to Lauren, as it does to all its tenants. Rocky parked in the one she was not using and they hurried to her door, both of them eagerly anticipating what they would be doing in a few minutes. She pulled down the covers on her bed and they lay there kissing, their tongues caressing each other and their hands caressing each other's bodies until Lauren broke off one kiss and sat up. They had left the bedroom lights on. Although there is something to be said for the romantic darkness, they both preferred being able to see each other while they made love.
"Excuse me, Sweetheart," she said in her most siren-like voice. "Let me slip into something more comfortable." The line was a cliché but it never failed to bring a smile to both their faces and it accurately described part of what she wanted to do.
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Keywords: Hot, Date, Lauren's,