Like the stereotype guys. I assured her now that she was working in a professional environment, she would see a different caliber of Black males. Not ...anting to push her completely off, I did mention that after being married for the last five or six years that I began to fantasize about seeing her with other guys, since hearing about it on the radio. I'll never forget her reaction, "Ohhhh, you're one of them?!" I looked at her and asked. "What do you mean?' She said, " How do you know you could. We found that we had a lot of similar interests. Similar humor. Similar outlook on life. I found myself flirting with her very easily. Then it happened.She went too far. She squirted me with water. Got me wet. At first, I didn't like that. But then I said, what the hell, and squirted her right back. Good move. Seeing her T-shirt cling to body -- showing off her ample breasts -- was a treat beyond measure. She looked at me in shock - at first. Then I noticed the look in her eyes. Her nose was thin and turned up slightly, while her mouth was generous and full lipped. She had a slight overbite that made her somehow even more attractive. She had a nice body also. No, her breasts weren't big like Fatima's or her legs long like Basheera, but the package was still excellent. Her skin was smooth and blemish free, her complexion a tawny tan. She was just a very attractive woman with a terrific personality. I was amazed at the tender feelings I had for her after such a short. Co.ukAUTHOR'S NOTEAlthough this is not my first attempt at writing a story, it is thefirst one I've finished. Well, sort of finished. I don't claim to be agreat author and I think my style is rubbish. Expect too much of my analpunctuation, no consistency and rubbish dialogue.All I wanted to achieve was a detailed account of my fantasies. Hardlyany of my stories are based on my life: it is all wish fulfilment.However, I am a transvestite and I am no stranger to fetish and cross-dressing.