It was light, brief… but certainly not brief enough. It had lingered a moment longer than an accidental touch. Krisitn didn’t move, she was in sho...k. But what shocked her more was the little tingle that had run down her spine. It was THAT tingle. Her curiosity at the indiscretion made her crane her neck a little further in the search of the perpetrator. There he was, the slender athletic man from earlier in her trip. He made eye contact and gave a short but warm smile. Kristin immediately felt. She decided to talk with Peter about it, next time they met.Meeting Peter again was hard, he worked in Edinburgh which made midweek trysts impossible. She needed a shopping trip or a Friday night show as an excuse to stay over in the capital. Once a fortnight if she was lucky, more likely once a month.When they finally arranged it, she was to meet him at the station at 6pm on a Friday and return home 4pm Saturday.After taking overnight bags to the hotel, they were eating out, just to be sure. She was a guy!No, he corrected himself, she was a chick - a chick with a dick - the first transsexual Derek had ever seen other than in a magazine or a video. A clear drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, oozed from the purple tip of his glans. Derek gripped his cock more tightly, and his fist began to pump up and down as he masturbated more vigorously. Since he'd first learned that such fabulous creatures as shemales existed, Derek had been obsessed with the androgynous creatures who were. She had dressed very casual and comfortable in a pull over, strapless pale green dress. It was basically a cotton tube dress. Mike could tell that she was bra less and although the dress wasn't a mini, it was shorter than average, and snug enough to show her pantie lines. As their meal was finished Dorothy's cell rang. Mike could tell she was “talking around” to throw him off as she walked away. She came back saying it was a school principle who was stopping by later to talk with her about a.