She continued fucking herself until her second orgasm subsided, her fingers slick with her juices. She brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted. It...was exactly like honey. She ran her tongue around them, savouring the taste. She wiped the slight drool from the corner of her mouth, and looked up. Before her stood an androgynous figure. She wasn't startled. If anything, it was beautiful. Shame it had no parts. She felt like she'd let almost anything have her right now. It spoke softly in a. I’ve never been attracted to another woman before, but somehow Candice was different. And there we were, me with my blouse halfway unbuttoned and still damp and her, eyeing me hungrily. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on, but for fuck’s sake, we were at work! She wasn’t quite my direct manager, but close enough!“I, uh, I really appreciate the opportunity to work here at - “ my words were cut off when Candice kissed me deeply. I gasped, and she took this as a sign of approval. I mean,. Flexible hours. Lots of business write-offsfor tax purposes. Not a bad life. And all the beautiful clothing theydesigned and wore!They stared at me.Then I told them more; I was a crossdresser. I was of slim build;"delicate", a real man would say. I had naturally gravitated towardfashion design. I loved looking at the glamour magazines in the store. Ihad makeup, pantyhose, cheap necklaces, the scrunchies, the bobby pins. Ihad shoes, two dresses, skirts. I'm glad they didn't ask me where I. “Do you mind that I came over?”“Not at all. I was napping, but I’m suddenly wide awake. I kind of like showing you my room.”“Would you like to see me naked in it?” she asked. I almost swallowed my tongue, but it was hers that was suddenly in my mouth. Our lovemaking was more relaxed than it had been the night before. We laughed more as we explored each other’s bodies. She traced a scar on my back I got when I fell into a dumpster as a kid. I simply marveled at her pristine, beautiful body as I.