It was a quite bar and there were few people in it. This was not one of her normal bars so she was not worried about running into anyone she knew. Aft...r the second pass with her eyes she saw him, or who she thought was him.When his eyes met hers she knew it was him. As soon as there was eye contact he averted his eyes. That was a good sign if his posting was real. He may already be in the part he wants to play, and this was just one more step in what she was going for or what she thought she. It had worked -- in a fashion. Brad had become aroused and taken her to bed, but while he had been energetic, his ministrations were more of a release of pent up pressures than desire. He had climaxed long before she could even attain arousal, leaving her totally unsatisfied. She could live with not orgasming every time they made love, but over the years, Brad's lovemaking had become less and less romantic and more and more mechanistic -- less and less a means of expressing desire and more and. Not a big deal though I thought but she was the first trans woman I had ever gone swimming with and I didn’t at the time realize that once her suit got wet, she really ‘printed’ in the crotch area and her bulge was very noticeable.So the first time I realized this was an issue I was sunbathing in a lounge chair and she was in the pool. She climbed the steps getting out of the pool and walked over to me and I marveled at her noticeable ‘jewels’ sort of dangling through the wet material as she. She was straight and couldn’t believe a girl had made her feel so naughty between her legs.“I’m going to put you to bed little one. You’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”Emma was lead to the spare room.“Remove your shoes and socks and lie on the bed.”Having done this, the sniffling girl felt strangely comforted, but also embarrassed, as Sarah sat beside her on the bed and wiped her tears, stroked her fringe off her forehead and kissed it gently. It felt like a tender moment, after all.