The First Step With Hope Part 1

“I’ll leave you to it then, I’m so glad you came; Hope was so scared you wouldn’t show, we’ve all been teasing her continuously. If it doesn’t work out with her, you know where I am!” With that she wiggled off and my cock bulged in my pants as I watched her sweet bottom go. I felt a little exposed at that point, even though it was apparent no-one was looking at me. No-one except for the figure which now walked slowly toward me and the eyes of the group she had just departed from. Hope approached with a sweetly timid smile; she was a picture of femininity with tight low cut dress which showed her soft elegant curves and delicately formed breasts; the milky white flesh of which, displaying a perfect cleavage. I so wanted her now.

I held out a hand instinctively and our fingers touched for the first time; there was a sharp jolt as static electricity stung us both, making us both laugh and helping break the ice immediately. We then stood just staring into each-other’s eyes, neither quite believing we’d taken the step. Hope was a hundred times more attractive in the flesh as her pictures and videos had been on the net, I squirmed a little as my cock must have been patently apparent, but Hope was evidently just as pleased to see me. We got a drink and she took my hand and led me across to a booth she had reserved, close but not too close to the friends she had just walked from.

After about five minutes it felt as though we had known each-other for years, the initial shock of the meet now over, our previous numerous contacts via the net giving us licence to become immediately intimate. Hope squeezed close as we sipped our drinks and commented on people’s performance on the dance floor as they smooched together. I casually put my arm around her and caressed her soft hairless arm, she leaned into me and I sniffed at her soft dark brown hair; she took my other hand and placed it in her crotch, then she looked up at me with a soft smile and pursed her lips. Without hesitation I kissed her for the first time as I gently felt the little bulge in her crotch which was the only thing that reminded me that she was a t-girl. Her hand went to mine as we savoured each-others lips and she giggled softly as we parted; her hand warming my stiff cock. She looked at me starry eyed.