The orgasm built, deep in my belly. He sensed it too and after a few more slow thrusts, he kept himself firmly embedded in me and rocked our hips back...and forth. It was somehow more intense this way, rocking myself to orgasm with him so deep inside me. His mouth returned to my nipple and he bit down hard as he felt me start to clench. I was delirious with pleasure, moaning out his name as I came, my juices leaking from me and mingling with the sweat on our skin. The room smelled of sex and rain. "So how do you know Paul?" We met tonight. Showers at the gym," I said. Max's eyebrows went up."What?" Paul saw your sexy little body naked?"I giggled. I don't know why. I am a man. I laugh. I chuckle. But forsome reason, there, in that man's arms, moving to some techno club beat,I giggled, smiled and liked the way he said little in reference to mybody. When did my physical inferiority to 90% of all my fellow mansuddenly become a positive?"I think I'm jealous," Max said. "So, you two? Dating?". After I brought myself to another orgasm I sat on the end of the bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I still had a firm body and my breasts had sagged a little however they were still firm. If I pulled my shoulders back they stood out firmly and prominently with the nipples hard and proudly positioned at the tip of my slight uplift. My tummy was still tight. My pubic hair was bushy and untamed. I thought I am not bad, I still look rather presentable, no folds, creases or wrinkles. I may. He learned she transitioned eight years ago after college. She was on hormones. No, there were no surgeries. Her parents now called her Candace. She and sister were on speaking terms. She hardly ever felt in danger. Yes, she’d been in healthy relationships. Not all men were dogs, but many were. She often felt like a sex object. He went for it and asked her out. She said yes.They met a diner a couple of evenings later. It went well. He was becoming more smitten with her. He asked if she could.