She had startling green eyes and a sharp face. Dirty blondish hair with an amazing tan. She was so sexy she was intimidating. She walked slowly, baref...ot to me and said, “Getting hot out there, I see” I just nod, stupidly I thought after.She walked over around, in front of the desk now. She stood there at the foot of the desk and leaned over to see my hard cock. She was wearing black, tight hot pants and a pink spaghetti top. Nothing more. The sight of her shapely thighs, and bulging pussy, so. The doorbell rang, I jumped! I knew who it was. I answered quickly. The girl was petite quite tiny, in fact. She was wearing a short pleated skirt and a tiny tee shirt displaying her navel and that she was bra-less, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. I’m not proud that I’d hired an escort, but you have to understand I was 28 and still a virgin I dealt with the cash side of things and had explained on the phone that I was a transvestite, there I’ve said it! It’s such an ugly word. The difference was morning wood and when Rosalind awoke and felt my turgid cock gently poking the cleft of her gorgeous ass she said, “Well, I notice that someone is up early!” I kissed the nape of her neck and said, “It feels good to wake up beside you, Good morning!” I quickly excused myself and padded off to the bathroom to brush my teeth and use the toilet. As an afterthought I slapped on a bit of Old Spice cologne. Returning to bed, Rosalind said to me, “Mmmmmmm you smell delicious – back. While driving down the road….in full view of anyone. My mind shouted NO WAY where my pussy was saying YES OH YES. Still doubting myself I started to take my skirt, top and bra off and sat there..completely naked. I was soaking, my pussy was gushing and my whole body was on fire. I was so turned on I didn’t care who saw me. The voyeurism side of my fantasy had kicked in 1000% and I am now in overdrive. MY right hand was in my pussy fingering my hot love box and my left hand was twisting my.