It’s early February in LA and she only has on a short skimpy dress. “Would you like my coat?” I ask. “I’m fine,” she stammers.“Honestly,...it’s no big deal… Here.” I take off my jacket and wrap it around her bare shoulders. “Thanks, you’re so sweet,” she says. “No problem,” I say. We continue walking, at this point, we’re more than halfway there.“So… Have you ever been with a woman like me?” she asks.“A woman like you?” I ask.“A tranny…” she replies. “Honestly, I haven’t really been with anyone. I made each of us another drink. Kelly's inebriated state revealed itself. She tried to get up but fell back into the chair. A confused look crossed her face. "That's pretty depressing," she finally said after a brief silence.I nodded in agreement, then said, "So if you want to come you can either rub yourself off or..." Or what?" Kelly asked."Or," I whispered seductively, "Sometimes girls just have to make their own fun."A befuddled Kelly tried to think this statement out, but failed.Then I. Before we knew it hours had past, and we needed to get back over to the hotel, because we both had to ensure that we could get up and be ready for the next day. I knew I had exhibiting to do, and she had workshops that she would be attending, but we couldn’t be certain that we would see each other. So by the time we walked back through the hotel, we were walking slowly, enjoying the moments of being in each others presents, and it was just nice to share time with that special someone. I. I told him to get some towels a clean up my floor. He starts to get dressed and I told him no, go out there nude, he tries to protest because the towel are on the other side of the gym. I tell him to do it or I will one cancel his membership and he can go back to regular gym and two he will never get to have my cock ever again. But if you want to lick it up off of this floor, please do, just get it cleaned up. He walks across the floor with his tiny cock still hard and still dripping his load.