I was so excited the first time I was going to San Francisco for a sales trip. I had a taste of Transsexual contact in Chicago and could only imagine that San Francisco would have a very much more open scene than I had experienced.
First chance I got at my hotel, I googled Transvestite, San Francisco and waited with baited breath for the results. I settled on a club called Members, which spoke volumes. That night I went there and was rebuffed by a doorman. I stood in the street, crestfallen untill I heard the doorman say, what is the headcount now? Suddenly I had hope that I was worthy but there was a surpluss of people inside.
I stood back and reviewed in my mind the synopsis of the club. It said to watch out for working "Girls", but that this was the best social transgender bar in San Francisco. I busied myself, sneeking glances inside, noticing some of the finest looking trannies I had ever seen.
After fifteen minutes, which seemed like hours, the doorman let me in. The place was shoulder to shoulder, a good thing in my opinion, so I spotted a small opening at the bar. I worked my way over and ordered a beer.
I decided to go the voyeer route and just drink a beer and watch the action. I was stunned by the Asian girls who had wonderfull breast implants and could not resist lifting their tops to the grinding music. There were all types, small breasted transvestites, big breasted, Asians, nice firm Black women and a whole room full of admirerers.
Shortly I was able to seperate the Pro's from the others and started to relax from the effects of the beer. I went to order another and a flannel clad woman with a butch haircut asked me if I wasn't going to buy her one. Hanging on her shoulder was an obvious male tranny, with not much of an attempt to hide it. I ordered three beers and handed one to each.We clinked glasses and had a toast. She introduced herself as Glenda and he as Patricia. I figured, what the heck, it's only two beers and I went back to oogling the "Women".
Glenda started up a conversation with me, and I realized that she was a she and most likely a dyke. I was very confused, what was a dyke doing pickinng up on me? Patricia laid back and aded very little to the conversation. I have to admit that after a couple beers and being in such a cool surroundings, I was turned on. I tried to ignore Glenda, but she would have nothing to to do with it, she kept coming on to me and told me I reminded her of her father. This was a little disturbing but being Bi, I thought, what the Hell, She is hot and young and maybe on her way back to our side.
After the next round, Patricia started acting more and more like Glenda's older sister, even to the point of asking her if she was aware that she was coming on to a man?. She laughed it off and asked me if I wanted to go back to their place?. What could I say, I was thinking, I can always come back here if it doesn't work out. Glenda asked for another beer to go. I asked the bartender if we could carry out and she was addament that there was no way. Without skipping a beat I asked for three more and when they arrived I went into the men's room and stuffed all three beers in my pockets, pulled my shirt out and walked back and said,"Let's go".
On the few blocks walk to their place, I got a lecture from Patricia, for buying another round. I was a little wierded out but driven by lust and future enjoyment. We arrived in a typical San Francisco apartment house and went inside to a studio apartment, almost consumed by the queen sized bed. I just decided to lay back and let nature take it's couse.
Glenda dragged me close by my shirt and stuck her tongue halfway down my throat, before letting me up for air, then Patricia shrugged her shoulders and also kissed me deeply. As confused as I was, I decided to roll with the punches. Glenda began to undress and it turned out, she was indeeed a woman and wow what a woman, whe had firm tits, a slim body and a beutifull trimmmed bush, hiding a nice pussy. I could not resist geting down on my knees and slowly kissing and tongueing her sweet pussy. She writhed in pleasure and again told me how much I looked like her Father. Again this disturbed me but I was overwhelmed by the smell and taste of her pussy. She moved her pelvis into my mouth as I tried to bring her to climax, and much to my surprise she came like a man for what seemed like minutes. Then she went to sleep almost that fast.
I turned to Patricia and shrugged and so did she. Glenda was out like a light. Patricia had been rolling a joint and lit it as I setlted down on the other side of the bed. After a couple nice hits, she passed it to me. We talked kinda quietly for a few minutes not wanting to disturb Glenda, then suddenly found ourselves making out. Patricia was everything a woman whould be, except physically. She still looked like a guy in a dress. We continued making out and my hands wandered down to her tit's such as they were and she moaned. I kept kissing her as my hands wandered to her groin. She really groaned as I found her cock and and gave it a squeeze. I continued kissing and began to kiss my way down her body. Meeting no objection, I worked my way to her cock. I slowly took it in my mouth and it swelled even more. I am fairly new to blow jobs but it seemed like I was doing ok by Patricia's reaction. Her eyes were closed tight and her moaning just egged me on. She had changed into a maroon silk robe and the materiel kept brushing against my face and urging me on. The room was ripe with perfume and female sex.
Suddenly, Patricia groaned and shot a huge load right down my throat. I was surprised but not in the least offended as I laped up all the sweet cum. We all fell asleep in a pile and at some point I woke up and realized I had to work in the morning, so I dressed and stumbled back to my hotel for a satisfied nights sleep.
Charlene