Something Extra_(0)

The date had gone really well. Way better than I’d expected actually. Which was both good news and bad. I enjoy being wined and dined like any lady would.
And I really had enjoyed dinner with this guy. He was quite funny which is always a turn-on. And he was just touchy-feely enough to make my heart flutter (and a few other pieces) but wasn’t forward enough to make me think I was just going to be another piece of tail. Not that I would have minded as this guy was CUTE. And built.

I’d gone to extra lengths for this date too. Normally I’m pretty laid back on the whole girly-thing. My hair is short, black and usually a mess. I’m pretty pale as I’m terrified of skin cancer which is what got one of my Aunts at an early age. And while I’m pretty thin, I work out a bunch and take some martial arts classes so I’m quite a bit stronger than most people expect out of a 125 lb girl.
Well, I’m not technically a girl. And no, I’m not a cross-dresser either. I’m what you’d call – special. I actually have both male and female parts. I’m genetically a woman, but I have a penis too. And unlike most hermaphrodites, I do have a clit. My penis juts out just above the top of my clitoral hood. So depending on the stimulation I can come as a man OR a woman. Or both. Lucky me.
Anyway, I’d really dolled myself up for this evening. I had on a nice white lacy blouse, a black pencil skirt with high heels, pearls and patterned stockings. My glasses give me a school-girl/bookworm/librarian look that drives both men and women nuts. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve used it to get what I want at times. Depending on my mood I can go out as a guy or a girl and most people don’t give me a second look. Tonight though I needed to be taken. Bent over something and fucked hard. I love being the aggressor sometimes; especially with women. But not tonight. I wanted to feel feminine. Delicate. I just hoped he wouldn’t freak at the moment of truth…

Dinner was wonderful. He had style, charm and the restaurant was a cozy little place down by the water with a half-dozen tables outside overlooking the bay. The stars were out by the millions. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment!

I was feeling the wonderful effects of a few glasses of wine and I could feel my desire for him through the throbbing of both my parts. The lease on the wine expired, and I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I was so turned on I hoped my ‘surprise’ wasn’t making a tent in my tight skirt when I stood up. Luckily my pantyhose kept a close reign on Mr. Happy. I tottered off to the bathroom glad I didn’t have to wait for my erection to go down to pee. I plopped down on the toilet and sighed at the release of my full bladder.
As I was touching up my makeup a really drunk girl came in and started yammering about what an asshole her date had been. She was cute as hell, with long blond hair curled tightly down her back. I hugged her and gave her my phone number and said we’d go commiserate some other evening. I know, I’m an opportunist. I probably should have felt bad, but I didn’t.
“Whew!” I said when I returned.

“Everything come out ok?”

“Oh yeah,” I replied with a smile. I silently slipped off my heels and slid down a tad in my seat. I didn’t tell him I had a load for him that I desperately wanted to be rid of before the night was over.
“So you were saying,” he asked, trying to get me back to the sexy conversation we were having before my piss hard-on had so rudely interrupted us. “You haven’t really had that much experience with guys lately. You’re not gay and just trying to get me to be your mustache, are you?”

“Ha! No my dear boy, that is not the issue. I do love sleeping with women. They are such completely different creatures than men are. They’re soft, and smell lovely, and are so much more sensual than most wham-bam-thank you-ma’am guys are. Women know how to take their time and enjoy the subtle parts of sensuality and seduction that are lost on guys. But there is something that is uh, lacking in sex with women…” I let my words trail off for effect. I’d been slowly running my pantyhose-clad feet up and down his thigh all evening. I could easily feel him through his dress slacks. While not porn-star quantity it would certainly do for tonight.

“So women are lacking a certain something, huh?”

“Yup. And sometimes that is just the only thing that will scratch my itch.” I looked at him coyly over the rim of my wine glass, all the time running my stocking covered foot up and down the inside of his calf and thigh.