The balcony overlooked an alley, and wasn't visible from the street; two large street lights provided plenty of light. As I lit my cigarette Jonas put...his hands on my waist pulling me close to him. He began to softly kiss my neck as he ran his hands over my stomach and squeezed my breasts. I moaned as I exhaled. Jonas ran his hands down my waist and slid his hands under my halter top. He squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I moaned even louder as I rubbed my ass against his crotch.. “I do not have a sexy ass. I have a manly ass, so no spandex shall ever touch this ass,” I said rolling the bike out the rear or the building. There wasn’t any traffic, so I spent my time looking around the parking lots of the down town business. I also looked in the driveways of the houses inside the town limits. I even did a turn around the Happy Valley campus. I called it a campus because they call it that. To me a campus was a college, not a retirement village. That just meant that I was. I will say that it wasn’t like we were in love or felt drawn to each other or anything like that. It was more like we had come across each other, both of us wanted someone other than our partner and there was a comfort or trust in a way. It might sound impersonal but if anything it felt easy and convenient. Romantic eh? When it started it was exciting and an escape from our normal day to day lives. Worrying about being seen or found out. It felt dangerous and exciting. The thing is after a. There I was, covered in a red bra and panties set with my penis tuckedback and my testicles lost inside me, the image was undoubtedly femaleform my neck down.From my neck up I wasn't manly at all, not super girly either, sort of inbetween.My factions were soft and the total absence of facial hair made them seemeven more so.As for my hair, I had been letting it grow for a while, it was shoulderlength by then, dark and wavy. It had not been planned, I was just notinterested in hair care and it.