Isabelle
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After my divorce and moving back to the city into a little two room apartment on the third floor of a remodelled office building. It was smaller then the house I was still paying for but at least it was on a front corner so I could watch the world go by.
Within a month I had gotten real tired of nuked food and found a small diner about a block away. It was cheap, but the food was good and the helpings always just enough to be satisfying. All in all it had a nice comfy home like atmosphere with friendly waitresses.
For the most part the girls where just teenagers, working part-time while going to school. Isabelle was the exception. She seemed to be around my age, early thirties, long blonde hair always tied back and a thin but well proportioned figure. I found myself always trying to sit in her section for an excuse to get to know her.
After a couple weeks of eating at the diner three or four days out of seven we started to chat and flirt back and forth like old friends. I thought about her often and began to fantasize, dreaming of what Isabelle looked like naked. Every time I saw her I thought about asking her out but for some reason I always chickened out. I like to think my uncertainty was because of my resent divorce but it really was the fear of being rejected in front of everyone at the diner.
Then one Tuesday night I lucked out. Isabelle had taken off her apron getting ready to leave looking out the window at the heavy rain falling.
"I"m going to be drench by the time I get home." She said to herself.
"How far are you going?" I asked.
"Just a block or so," She replied shaking her head, "But that"s far enough with out an umbrella. It was sunny enough this morning and I didn"t think I"d need it."
"I"m almost ready to leave," I tried to say nonchalantly, "Which way do you have to go? My umbrella is big enough to share."
"Down towards Fifth Street." She said with a hopeful look.
"Same as me." I told her even though I would of lied anyway just for a chance to have a private word with her.
"Oh your such a dear, thank you." She beamed at me and laid her hand on my shoulder, giving me a rush of excitement before going into the back of the diner.
Isabelle was waiting at the door buttoning up her jacket when I finished paying my tab. Out on the street she took my arm and squeezed up tight against me under the umbrella. The contact made me feel as nervous as a teenager. My palms began to sweat and my groin started to stiffen. I felt myself suddenly tongued tied, not know what to say never mind how. Isabelle was talking but I couldn"t seem to concentrate on what she was saying feeling her breast rub against my arm.
Before I new it she had stopped in front of a building directly across the street from mine.
"Here we are," She said turning to face me, "How much further do you have to go?"
"Just across the street Isabelle." I replied in a shaky voice.
"All this time," she laughed, "We"ve been neighbours and didn"t even know it. You can call me Izzy if you"d like."
"Thanks Izzy," I replied, then took the plunge, "I"d like to see you some time, other than at the diner, if you"d like maybe dinner and a movie or something?"
She looked into my eyes and grinned. Then so quick I almost missed it, she reached up and kissed me on the cheek and whispered maybe before turning and running into her apartment building. I stood there dumbfounded not even realizing the rain was soaking my uncovered head. Izzy turned before closing the door to giggle at me in my stupor. I felt a little foolish as I crossed the street to go home but I also felt real good about my prospects.
That night, I found myself sitting by my window in the dark. Looking out into the rainy night. My eyes kept going over Izzy"s building wondering in which apartment she lived in. I noticed a light come on in a window directly across from me and hope surge up through me. All I could see was long blonde hair draped over a dark robe. Grabbing the binoculars I always kept behind the chair I focused in through the window. I had a clear view through the window into the bathroom while the blonde stood bent by a tub adjusting the taps.
I was delighted to see as she turned to look into her mirror and tie back her hair that it was Izzy. I could not believe my luck as my excitement built immediately. Turning her back to me and sliding the robe off of her shoulders stepping into the shower spray I got a perfect view of a nicely rounded bum. It was even better looking than I imagined. I watched as she turned to soap her body getting a look at a very well formed pair of firm looking breasts. I could still feel were they had rubbed against my arm on the walk home. I started to pull on my penis as she soaped her tits. I could see her pulling on her nipples with her head back and a look of pleasure on her face.
I was really getting into my private show, getting almost to the point of blowing a load when she turned off the water and turned to step out. I dropped my glasses downwards hoping to see some pussy. I came just as the shock of what I saw registered in my brain. My dream girl had a cock.
At first I felt repulsed and cheated, how could she do this to me. How could I face her again knowing what I did of her now? I couldn"t get the image out of my head. She had such a perfect looking body except for that one thing. I looked down at my groin and the cooling seed that had collected in my pubic hairs. I was still hard, why I thought. I"ve never thought of penises before. I couldn"t even remember ever having those gay kinds of thoughts before. Every time I closed my eyes I could see it in minute detail. A thin uncut semi erect penis about five inches long attached to a gorgeous woman and it was turning me on.
The rest of the night I tried everything I could think of to get Izzy out of my mind. Nothing seemed to work and the worst part of it all was I started to feel guilty about spying on her. Part of me felt repulsed while another felt excited and I just couldn"t understand that part at all. I spent a long restless night trying to sleep and when sleep did come I had vivid dreams of having sex with Izzy.
The next few days I avoided the diner eating at home and at work. Unfortunately I was constantly distracted by thoughts of Izzy and every day they became more intense. When Friday arrived I couldn"t take it any more and thinking if I faced her I might help me get over it. Screwing up my nerve I entered the diner and was greeted with a warm smile and hello from Izzy. I sat down quickly at the counter instead of my usual booth. Mostly to hide the instant erection I got when I laid my on eyes on her getting immediate visions of her naked body. My God I thought this seemed to make it feel worst. I stuttered and stammered while she took my order and giggled at my discomfort. Luckily for me the place got busy so she didn"t have time to talk while I ate. I"m sure in my state I would have probably bitten my tongue.
I"d finished eating and sipping on my coffee thinking about what I should do when I felt a brush against my back and Izzy sat on the empty stool beside me.
"I"m off in about twenty minutes," She stated looking into my eyes and smiling, "Does the movie offer still stand?"
I felt instantly trapped and tried to think of a good excuse not too but I couldn"t. Then I thought that I could just go to a movie with her then never ask her out again.
"Sure," I replied then lied, "It will have to be an early night, got to work tomorrow.
"Me too." She said smiling and got up to finish her shift.
I felt like an ass for lying as she refilled my cup with a wink. While I waited for Izzy I watched her work. She moved with feminine grace across the diner wiggling her hips seductively. I tried to make myself believe that I only imagined what I saw through the window. The movie was uneventful except that she leaned into me rubbing her firm breast against my side all through it. I don"t remember much about it sitting there sweating with a hard-on made it hard to think about anything. Except for Izzy, she was beautiful to look at and she smelled good. Everything she did seemed so feminine but my mind kept going back to the vision of her penis.
After the movie we stopped for a drink at a small corner bar and talked. I know I did talk but the only thing I remember was that she had a glass of white wine. Before I knew it, we were standing on the steps of her building. Izzy was standing on the top step one above me so that that we looked eye to eye. She really had nice blue eyes.
"I really had a nice time tonight," she smiled, "Thank you."
"So did I Izzy," I found myself saying, "Maybe we can do this again?"
I don"t know why I said it that certainly wasn"t my plan. But I realized that I had meant it.
"Okay, sure," She said looking down, "But first there is something you should know, no something I have to tell you about me. Why don"t you come in, we"ll have a glass of wine and I"ll try to explain it to you?"
I swallowed and tried to look stupid. I knew what she might want to tell me but I didn"t want her finding out how I knew.
"Sure," I said, "A glass of wine would be nice."
"I hope you feel that way after?" She said nervously turning to lead the way into the building.
Izzy"s place was much the same size as mine, but had a separate kitchen. The only place to sit was on a sofa along the wall facing a small TV. She sat beside me on the edge of the couch her knee was almost touching my leg. We sat in silence as drained her first glass then half of her second. Then she took a deep breath and sighed looking into my eyes. I could tell she was nervous and a look of fear seemed to cloud her eyes.
"I"ve never met anyone that made me feel the need to say this too. But I really like you Dave." She started, "I"m not what I appear to be."
She looked into my eyes before draining her glass and looking down again.
"You do know what a transsexual is don"t you?" She asked.
"I think so.
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