1. Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back


    Date: 2/18/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Transgendered, Author: Ovid, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    armchair. Set of stairs to my left led up to a railed gallery above while a long bar made almost entirely of glass dominated the right hand wall. Then there was the art work, there was hardly a wall without its own fresco of beautiful yet strong women painted in a minimalist style. I liked it. It was still fairly early on a weekday so the place wasn't crowded though it wasn't empty either. I didn't have to wait at the bar. Normally Henry drank whisky or beer so why I ordered a Vodka and tonic I don't know but it took a healthy bite out of my finances. I definitely didn't have enough to get a room tonight and this and other thoughts drove me to drink faster than I ought to have done. Ordering another I left the bar and found myself a free nest of bean chairs to curl up on. The music was a weird mix of modern pop and female empowerment with a healthy slice of just good female singers. I listened to Mazy Starr, sipped my Vodka and watched the rest of the place. There were several groups in clustered around their own little tables. A gaggle of twenty somethings dominated the centre of the room, there was a lot of giggling and loud talk about both girls and boys. A trio of middle aged women lounged on chairs like mine sharing a bottle of champagne in one corner while a more mixed group took up another, it almost looked like a mother and daughter day out. Then there was the other one. I didn't see her at first, she was up above, on the gallery looking down. Watching, like me. ...
    My drink was down to its last sip and I was weighing up whether I could afford another so soon when she walked up behind me and slid into the seat to my right. “Are you waiting for someone?” Startled I looked at her. She was pretty, very pretty. About thirty or so with lightly tanned unblemished skin and a Grace Kelly hair cut she wore a simple white dress which covered her from neck to knee without hiding her figure very much at all. “Errr, no,” I replied somewhat hesitantly “Neither am I,” she said with a smile “but I hate drinking alone, will you join me?” I hadn't even answered before a waitress arrived with a bottle of champagne in a bucket of dry ice and two glasses. “Sure,” After all a drink was a drink and with less than thirty pounds left anything that kept my finances in tact was a good thing. Besides I found myself quite drawn to this woman, her confidence, her assertiveness quite different to Dean or any of the other men I had met. She poured me a glass, took one herself and lay back in the squishy almost chair with one leg crossed over the other and began to talk. She had a slight accent, I couldn't quite place it, somewhere in eastern Europe I thought. She said her name was Katrina, that she was in London on business and always came to the Aphrodite when she was in town. Mostly though we talked about me, which made for an awkward conversation since a lot of things about me I had to make up on the spot. I told her I was single (which was true) and that I was an ...
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