Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 07:42:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Minor Saint <col_saint@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rendezvouw (Transgender-TV)

  She suggested the Towne Center for their first encounter; close to both
of them, but not too close. Neither was likely to bump into any neighbors.
Lots of shops arranged in an old fashioned faux-village square. Not the
enclosed mall, more like the shops along the old-fashioned town square.

  "Buy you a coffee? I want you to get to know me and be comfortable,
Stacey." Nick wrote to her on the instant messaging chat.

  Stacey IM'd him back, "Sounds good, Nick. The Starbucks would be fine.
With all the winter coats I won't have to dress too fancy for you."  They
exchanged cell numbers and worked out a time on Friday evening to
rendezvous at Starbucks. She had texted him she was coming. Nick texted
back he'd be there.

  It was midwinter, and the hard biting cold made Stacey's prediction too
true. Coats were essential. And hats. And gloves, mufflers, the whole nine
winter yards.  Nick hoped it would snow and take some edge off the cold.
Colonel Nick Saint's tough guy retort was always "There is no cold weather,
just badly dressed people," but Nick felt the old frost bite from the
mountains in Germany nipping through the layers at his fingertips and toes
as he walked towards the Starbucks.

  Nick Saint never went to a first meeting without checking out the scene.
He showed up an hour early and walked the perimeter. Years in uniform gave
him an infantryman's eye for terrain, and years out of uniform gave him an
operative's eye for the street. One entrance, one exit in the alley,
locked.  Corner location, easy access to parking from two sides, foot
traffic in and out, lamp lights all around.

  Wandering back and forth in his puffy black down coat, baggy black jeans,
and charcoal knit cap, Nick looked like a middle-aged white guy, trying to
be "ghetto kewl," but cluelessly lost, shopping impaired, waiting for wifey
to take him in hand and lead him home. Searching the lots like he had lost
his car, Nick worked out where Stacey would probably park, moved his car,
and settled back to watch his observation lanes. He thought about this
woman he was there to meet.

  Nick thought about Stacey's photos, some she sent him on the Internet,
some he found of her. Her cool blue eyes and her calm expression. Such deep
oceanic blue eyes. Eyes for respect, maybe affection, eyes to reward
strength and honor, eyes to distain weakness and deceit. Classic eyes for a
classic face. She never seems to be smiling. Her straight strong features
reminded Nick of Greta Garbo, or Kate Hepburn when she wasn't being giddy
and foolish. Not a pretty face. A classic face of iconic beauty. Delicate
delicious lips. Lips you ask permission to kiss.

  In the warm car Nick raised his watch so he could continue his vigil. A
quarter of an hour. She'll be just about exactly on time. She was curt
about lateness once in their IM correspondence, about having little
patience for men who make appointments and fail to keep them. Nick
considered the effort she would make to be there with him and agreed with
her impatience. He already appreciated the effort Stacey was making.

  Her photos were phenomenal. She was most erotic in her restrained elegant
dresses, posed naturally and regally. Stacey dressed up was a beauty from
the famous days of the Houses of Chanel or Balenciaga. She just flowed
seamlessly in those cool classic clothes, a man's dream of a mistress. Nick
imagined liaisons with such an elegant vision of a woman. Of amusing her,
charming her, warming her, seducing each other, until she asks to be
undressed and taken and loved.

  The water photos were so surprising. Stacey had a swimmer's body and
figure and Nick could sense from her posture she was at ease, that she
liked the water. She wrote him about winning the swimsuit contest.  Indeed.
Nick's long line of sea-faring blood made recognizing a naiad easy, he knew
a water-nymph when he saw one. Her outfits all complemented the blue of the
water and the blue of her eyes. Nick wondered what would make that cool
oceanic blue come to a simmer, to a boil, turn to a hot blue flame. He
smiled just a bit at the thought.

  The photos she sent Nick to arouse him did that, but less than the
others. Stacey was no slut and even near naked her elegance made her
exceptional. She was arousing in her kinky outfits, exciting in her
lingerie, adorable in the frilly dresses and petticoats, even endearing in
her baby clothes. The elfish Santa's helper cap and short babydoll outfit,
sweet clitty peeking out, and her little red wagon, they were all
delightful.

  She never smiles at the camera, Nick thought, but Stacey has a wicked
sense of humor. Her charms in front are delicious, especially the sweet
clit when she was aroused, and her young girl breasts. Stacey's charms in
back were fabulous; "and her legs go from there to forever," Nick thought.
Nick wanted to satisfy all Stacey's desires and fantasies and whatever else
would make Stacey lose herself with him. But most of all he wanted that
cool perfect classic woman to surrender herself to him. The rest would be
the cherry and sugar on the rim of that perfect Manhattan cocktail of a
woman he wanted to take, and make, and slake.

  He expected her to arrive a minute or two before their rendezvous. He
made himself relax. She would park and walk to the coffee shop, expecting
him to be waiting inside. He would see her short trim figure and the flash
of blond hair in the lights at the corner. He would catch up to her easily.
Two more minutes and he would see her. She surprised him. She was early. He
almost forgot her package, and grabbed it as he unfolded his tall frame
from the bucket seat.

  Nick tensed as the frigid air hit him. The key fob quietly locked the car
behind him as he moved quickly towards the slight woman crossing the lot
towards the coffee shop. He couldn't see her face, but her size was right,
her walk had the direct purposefulness of a woman on her way somewhere, and
her gait showed the muscles and grace of a swimmer. It would be Stacey.
Silently, Nick fell in a step behind her on her left, and said quietly,
"Hello, Stacey."

  She took another step and swung around. The classically beautiful face
and cool blue eyes looked up into Nick's. "Hello, handsome." She recognized
him despite the stocking cap pulled down to the eyebrows and the down
collar up around the ears. "Buy me a coffee?" Nick watched her as he
reached out a gloved hand and took her left arm. Her arm was slim and
relaxed. She watched Nick back. As he led her into the lamplight, he saw
her smile for the first time, and she was smiling at him. It felt as warm
as July as Nick walked his date to the Starbucks.

  Their coffees steamed as they sat and stared at each other. The routines
of picking a table and decloaking, ordering and sitting had all been
perfectly casual and relaxed. They seemed to fit together like naturals,
leading and following, chatting and listening, laughing at sillinesses like
they had been a pair forever. They put each other at ease. But the silence
as they sat and stared reminded them of their nervousness, of wondering if
they could possibly be as good together as they had intimated to each
other. Would they really start sparks and flames and ignite each other? And
the nerves tightened because it looked as if they just might. Her cool blue
eyes were warm when she smiled. Her voice was a husky seductive clarinet
and laughed warmly. Her body was starting to show Nick the signs he had
learned to see when a woman wants a man to want her. Nick needed the
steaming coffee to cool him off a bit.

  "Thank you, Stacey for being with me. I know the effort isn't easy. I
have to say, you're better than I expected." Nick's deep voice had that
"now let's get to business" directness, with a casual overtone of "and I
think you are going to like it."

  "I was afraid you'd be cool or icy, but you're not. You warmed me up a
lot more that this coffee, just smiling at me. It's a good smile, Stacey, a
really good smile." His little speech was rewarded with another exquisite
smile and even a touch of a blush. He pressed on. "I brought that silly
present for you. Nothing special." He handed her the little shopping bag
and box from Victoria's Secret. "Go ahead and peek. It's been kind of fun
carrying it around all this time. Seemed to sort of guarantee we would
meet."

  Stacey left the little bag on the table and put her warm hand over
Nick's. "Thank you, Nick. I really appreciate it...them. I was surprised
you actually bothered. I'm really pleased. Thank you."

  Nick took her hand in his and turned it over. His were hot from being
wrapped around the coffee. Nick felt his heat warming her skin. His long
index finger drew figure eights around her palm and the mount at the base
of her thumb.

  "It was my pleasure, Stacey. I loved pawing through the piles of pink
panties looking for something lacey; imagining them on you; imagining them
off you..."

  His finger began stroking the lifeline of her palm, her hand cradled in
his.

  Stacey looked down at his finger stroking her palm and then up into his
eyes. "Nick. You know that's making me excited. And wet. Let's finish our
coffee and go see if these fit." She stood up and let Nick help her with
her coat. Then she picked up his present of pink lacey panties and, looking
over her shoulder, walked slowly until he took her arm and opened the door
for her.

  He followed her car through the cold dark streets and parked next to her
in the lot. He followed her inside and let her open the door and turn on
the foyer lights. He closed the door and made sure it was locked.  He
stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Nick pulled himself
into her back, tight enough for her to feel the hard budge in his pants
though her thick winter coat. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

  "I want to kiss you." His breathe was warm and he brushed his cold lips
against her cold ear, "Let me kiss you, Stacey."

  She turned into his arms and her open mouth waited for his to seal on
hers. Nick's tongue slid deep along Stacey's warm tongue and he tasted the
traces of her lip gloss and even the coffee she finished in her car. She
sucked his tongue gently, then more insistently until he was at the back of
her mouth. She flipped his tongue aside and now she was stabbing hers into
Nick's mouth and his hard cock was raging against her thigh, pulsing and
throbbing at her passion. Stacey dropped her present and grasped Nick's
erection.

  "Are you happy to see me, Nick?" Her voice was throaty and sexy and
teasing and her eyes were twinkling, the shiniest and sexiest blue he had
ever seen. Her hand went slowly up and down him, firm fingers really
feeling the whole length of Nick's erection. Her knowing fingers made him
feel twice as big and four times as hard. "Your friend is glad to see me."
God she knew how to drive a man crazy.

  Nick's voice was deep almost hoarse. "Oh yes, baby. We are very happy to
see you. And I hope my friend is going to be even happier in a few
minutes." She kissed him again, deeply, firmly, and very eagerly. His cock
wanted her hand, and now it wanted her lips and her warm suctioning mouth.
"God I want to suck her while she sucks me," he thought as she feasted on
his tongue. Nick wanted every inch of this beautiful woman, as much of her,
as quickly, as deeply, as completely...as much as he ever wanted anything,
he wanted her in that foyer. God she was electrifying. And he had only
asked her for a kiss.

  Stacey stepped back and turned and let Nick take her coat. She took his
and picked up her present. She gestured towards the sitting room with her
chin. "Make yourself a drink. I'll have bourbon on the rocks. Relax while I
make myself comfortable. Don't drink too much. I want your friend to stay
sober." She disappeared while Nick wandered over to the bottles on the bar.

  He was only on the third sip when she reappeared. Nick's comments in
their IM chats about bride fantasies had made their impression. White
see-thru peignoir, white bustier, white suspenders and stockings, white
ankle strap fuck-me pumps. Her boi-girl breasts were pushed up and her
nipples rouged and visible through the filmy peignoir, her boi-clit hard
and jutting from her smooth shaved pudendum.

  She had the three pink thongs Nick bought her in her left hand. She waved
them at Nick as she walked up and stood in front of him. "Shall I try them
on?"

  Nick looked into her laughing eyes as he parted the peignoir, and kept
looking into those laughing eyes as her leaned into her and took her sissy
clit into his mouth. Her eyes widened as the ice cube in his mouth shocked
her. Nick looked into her eyes and saw her cool blue laughing eyes melt
into hot blue flame passion as he suckled her erect clitty. His cold mouth
turned to a hot oven as her blood throbbed from heart to clitty tip,
responding to his gentle urgent suction. Stacey's eyes rolled up and her
head went back and she let out a long, low, deep moan. "Oh god, suck
me...mmmmmmm suck me; oh my god, suck me."

  Nick pulled her down onto his lap and his fingers encircled her wet sissy
clit. His other hand pulled her head into him. Nick kissed her, sucked her
tongue into his mouth, let her taste the heat and the lingering sweetness
of her precum on his tongue. He inhaled the breath out of her lungs, then
breathed his into hers. Nick could swear his erection was almost lifting
her off his lap.

  "Do you want to try them on?" Nick's deep teasing voice was cut off and
stilled as Stacey kissed him back. When she finally broke their kiss Stacey
stood up. Firmly holding his wrist in one hand and the pink thongs in the
other, Stacey silently and purposefully led Nick to her bedroom.

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