TG - shemale at the airport

I was totally captivated by her. Her eyes, her firm breasts, with the nipples
sticking through her t-shirt, her long, long legs, her warm personality, her
easy-going yet sexy manner, her smoky voice. I was having more and more trouble
concentrating on what was being said and at the same time hiding the rock-hard
cock in my trousers.

Soon, I realized she was looking at me slightly quizzically.
"Mike," I heard her say. "Are you alright?"
"Oh yes..." I stammered, caught off-guard, as I had been gazing at her legs and
hadn't heard a thing for a moment or two.
"Didn't you hear me?" She was surprised. No. Concerned.
"Umm..." I was almost in a daze. "Actually, No." I couldn't help myself now.
"I'm afraid I was just lost there. You're having the most distracting effect on
me."
She smiled.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she giggled, catching my gaze and tugging at the high hem of
her little skirt, as if to try to cover her legs. "Have I been showing too
much?"
"Not at all," I rushed to assure her."
"Oh good," she replied.
"Just the opposite, in fact."
Where had THAT come from???
"Mike," she reproached me in a mock scolding manner. "I can't believe you just
said that."
"I can't believe I just said that either," I replied. "But it's true. You're
just too beautiful not to see more of."
"Mike, that's very flattering but you don't really mean it," she said. Almost as
a question.
"Oh, yes I do, Christal," I assured her. "I mean that very much."
"But we're going in opposite directions in an hour," she said. "you have your
life to live and I have mine."
"I know," I said. "But we still have a hour."
"Mike, we hardly know anything about each other."
"Just that we like each other," I replied. "And I think a lot more than that
too!"
"In another place and time, Mike..." she trailed off.