She moved with the grace of a trained dancer. Her alto voice had a breathy tone and a neutral accent.She took my coat and hung it up before coming int... my arms for a kiss. Her mouth tasted sweet, and her tongue played with mine. Her thigh pressed between mine. Probably that gave her a clue about my problem. Drawing back a bit without quite breaking the kiss, she began to open my shirt. When I was as bare on top as I could get in that embrace, she led me into the area by the bed. It was served. ..Es war ein ruhiger Tag gewesen, jedenfalls bis zur Mittagspause. Sie half Frau Schmidt bei der Aktenablage. Frau Schmidt war eine etwas pummelige Angestellte in der Finanzabteilung, die aber stets korrekt gekleidet war und ihre Figur gekonnt in Szene setzte. Sie trug ein schwarzes Kostüm mit Knielangem Rock und einer weißen Bluse...ganz klassisch. Sie hatte langes, blondes Haar und trug eine Brille...immer dezent geschminkt, mit rotem Lippenstift. Nina wusste Frau Schmidts alter nicht, Sie. In respect to her, everything about her except a man-butt and a strangely shaped pussy was very feminine, and to a total naïve man, she might have actually passed off the ovarian surgery explanation.“Sure. Just bear with me, this is my first time,” I said.“What? Do you think I’m a ladyboy?’ she asked.“It’s ok, I’m ok with it,” I said.“I’m not ladyboy! I’m lady!” she said.It should have been me who was insulted. I’d decided before she even came that should this scenario play out, I was going to. My daydreams were interrupted by the shrill warble coming from the phone on the windowsill; I picked it up and checked the caller ID. I'd kept my old phone plugged in ever since I'd started having fun with the girls and it was the only one I'd used to call Helen on. She didn't have my main number yet."Evening, Helen, what can I do for you?" Hi, Kevin," was the brisk reply and then, without any build up she asked, "I've been speaking to Natasha and she's telling me that you're considering.