‘Then a dance you shall have sir.’ She kisses me on the forehead and I can feel her lipstick print remain on me when her lips leave and she walks ...way from me. Effortlessly she uses her arms and propels herself half way up the pole, entwining her legs around the top, spinning her body so she ends up upside down with her stomach and breasts facing me. It’s an unbelievable sight with those ‘fuck me shoes’ and that lacy underwear. God how I would rip them off with my teeth in seconds. The whole. Later after all the guests had departed and I was able to return to my room to take a much needed shower, I inspected the scene of the crime for any indication of new-found womanhood but it all looked drearily quite the same. I had to giggle at my own silly expectations of some visible miracle that would mark me with the "no longer a virgin" stamp of approval. I looked in the full length mirror at my slender and well- shaped teenage body thinking that I was now a full-fledged woman and ready to. It’s oil, he thinks, it smooth and silky. She starts pumping her hand up and down his cock. Her other hand slides back to his ass crack and she runs a finger back and forth across his asshole. The fist around his cock starts to slow down and the finger at his ass starts to poke. He is lost in a sea of sensations and can barely remember his own name. The oil coated finger slowly slips into his ass, not much, just up to the first knuckle, and then it’s pulled out. The slow finger. As I sat there, I noticed all the well drawn pictures of transvestites taking cocks in all their available holes and the stories that accompanied them etched onto the back of the cubicle door. I have to admit, I had never considered gay sex, let alone thinking about a glamorous transvestite, but my cock was now pointing at the ceiling, pulsating with every line of gay erotica I was taking in on this door!Just then, I heard someone come into the cubicle next to me. I listened intently as I heard.