Her father being a good friend of my parents, all of whom are French diplomats. Claudie and I have remained very close friends and lovers ever since. ...t is Claudie that recognized quite early on in our relationship that I had certain sub-conscious sexual traits that included a liking for exhibitionism, spanking and light caning on my bare bottom, anal penetration and a fascination in shemales. To me, shemales appear to have the best of both worlds being feminine, but with male cocks and who. Till then it had not occurred to me to finish stripping her lovely body. Removing them now was my next task; I rolled to her side and slid my hands to the waistband of the now sopping white panties. She raised her hips as I peeled the things down revealing her pouting sex, wet from her spend, a strong smell of used womanhood assailed my nostrils for the first time in my young life. So intent was I on her pleasure that I was barely conscious of her hands undoing my belt, or my fly for that. “I have a room upstairs in the hotel. If you like youcan use the spare bed. You’re in no shape to spend the night alone inthe airport!” I hesitated and then accepted with a smile. I waited while shecounted out some money, then followed her out of the bar and down theconcourse to the hotel. I was pretty drunk and leaned against her inthe elevator. When we got to the top floor, she guided me off theelevator and down the hall to her room. She got me inside and I madea. ..I said ok. Then he squeezed my ass and gave my thong a nice and hard tug upward, like a wedgie, making me squeak in delight. At that he disappeared before I could even say thank you to him. Funny, I never got to see what he looked like, but he had old wrinkly hands, and he was a white guy from the complexion of his light skin. My God, and all of this happened because...I wore...a thong. In that sense, that's what got me started to like wearing thongs. It made me feel more of the woman I am.