Very carefully, I pulled my hand out of her underwear and licked my fingers. Her taste was good. The slight musky flavor with a hint of sweetness that...can't quite be described. The taste of every woman is different, but they all have some simularities. Hers was the best I had tasted in a long time. Not since my ex wife had first slept with me had I tasted something so sweet.I wondered briefly if the other women in the office would be able to satisfy my urges. I was a little older than them,. It was when I became Barbara, when Itransformed physically and psychically, that my attraction naturally fellon the male side. It happened to me, throughout my life course to meetmen without being transvestite, but it was often to satisfy a pressingand ephemeral need.In the early days of my transvestite life, in addition to the cross-dressing and masturbation that I practiced quite regularly in secret, myfirst revealing sexual experience with a man was with a man in histhirties. This initial. " I grabbed her hand (weakly, I suppose) "And it's not your fault those thugs attacked us. I'm just glad you're here, ok?" my vision was clearing rapidly and I saw a nurse entering the room. I found out later I had a single room, despite the need for observation, because of Jenni; so as not to disturb other critical patients in one of the bays. She'd had strict instructions about what to look for, and through the night someone looked in every few minutes. I couldn't imagine that happening when. "With those words he pulled me to him in a firm hug. Brushing my lips with his as he leaned down, we began a few tender kisses lightly touching tongues. When he pulled away I was at a loss for words. Breathless from the passion of his kiss I felt that he didn't want me to leave any more than I wanted to go. He opened the door, keeping one arm around me. One last kiss was mutually stolen as I reluctantly walked away from his warm embrace.The blare of the horn in my driveway signaled that Rebecca.