Could this be love?

Hello everyone! I want to tell a true story about my experience with a transsexual woman! The thing is, having lived to 33, I never thought I was capable of such a thing. All my life I've only had sex with girls and I was completely satisfied. But just a month ago, I was on vacation in Turkey. Many people go there now; the great climate and liberal morals make this country attractive for tourists. So I decided to go and see for myself. I was married, but now I'm divorced and have a little 6-year-old daughter. I'm not seeing anyone regularly at the moment, so I went off in search of adventure.

So, I'll skip all the details of the flight and hotel check-in and get straight

to the point. On the second day, I had a good drink and headed out for a walk through nighttime Kemer. The goal was to find a prostitute and have a good time at night. But wandering around the city and encountering various people, I just couldn't find one that 'clicked'. And already despairing, I went into a shop not far from the hotel, decided to buy some alcohol and crash to sleep. In super broken English, mixed with Russian swear words, I'm trying to explain to the clerk what exactly I want, when suddenly I hear Russian speech! I turned around and saw a girl, a veeery beautiful one! Light curly hair, narrow shoulders, long slender legs—in short, everything as it should be. Dressed in a top with open shoulders, a short skirt, and heeled sandals. All of it was white, it looked very sexy. She spoke Russian quite well; as it turned out later, her father was from Russia. Her mother is local and got knocked up by one of our tourists. The beauty introduced herself as Alena, (funny, right?). And her appearance is unusual for these parts, such huge eyes and Slavic facial features. Sorry, I'm not great with literary comparisons, but I dug around online and found a more or less suitable photo! It turned out she specifically learned Russian to, so to speak, stay connected to her roots. So anyway, she helped me tell the clerk what I wanted and we got talking. I told her about my intentions and she said that for a certain sum of American greenbacks she would spend an hour or more with me, in short, however it goes.

So we come to my room, she goes straight to the bathroom. Meanwhile, I poured us drinks. She was in there for about ten minutes and came out wearing just a towel wrapped around her body. Without thinking long, she drank the whiskey and told me to lie on the bed. I took off my t-shirt and was left only in shorts. And then she takes off the towel, and I see beautiful breasts, small but very neat, with large brown nipples, and between her legs a dick is dangling. Fuck, I was just stunned on the spot. I couldn't have guessed she was trans. And what was I to do, I already had a boner for her, and strangely, after I saw her dick it didn't go away. Seeing my confusion, she asked:

 — No problem, I'm a Tgirl? — and immediately starts kissing my neck. And so gently, unhurriedly, touching lightly with her tongue. And with her hands she's stroking my shoulders. A few more words about her hands. I've always been attracted to girls' hands. Sometimes a beautiful manicure would give me an erection. Alena had very beautiful hands. Thin, small hands, long fingers, well-groomed nails painted with polish. So she's kissing me, going lower and lower, and I'd already forgotten she was trans. She smelled so nice and these kisses were so arousing that I thought, come what may. And she, meanwhile, had already reached my shorts. She got on all fours between my legs, raised her ass up so elegantly, was stroking my dick through the fabric and kissing my stomach. My dick was already hard as when I was 19, you could crack nuts on it. And she pulled down my shorts and started kissing everywhere except the dick itself. Her fingers stroked my stomach, and her lips covered my groin with kisses. I couldn't take it anymore, I took her head and pushed it towards my dick, but she just giggled and kept teasing me. For another five minutes or so she tormented me, and then finally touches my dick with her tongue. At that moment, I was only thinking about not cumming. I started thinking about football and the like, and she had already taken my dick into her mouth. Usually prostitutes start going at it like crazy, to get it over with faster, but Alena did everything slowly, gently taking it into her mouth, playing with her tongue, stroking my balls so that I had to stop her a couple of times, just so I wouldn't cum.

I don't know how long this lasted, but when she pulled away and took lube to lubricate her ass, there was already a condom on me! And then she gets on all fours, with her sexy fingers she lubricates the hole, oh it's a sight words can't describe! I positioned myself behind, aimed my dick at her ass and started slowly inserting it. She only let out a quiet cry when the head slipped inside. The dick went in quite easily, it was very cozy inside there. Her hole was of course not virgin, but not too stretched either, in short, just right. I wrapped my hands around her waist and started slowly fucking her. In that position, nothing gave away that she was trans. With every one of my thrusts she cried out so sexily that I decided to increase the pace. Holding her waist tighter, I started entering her roughly and hard. Regular girls liked that, but Alena suddenly asked:

 — Please, slower!

Well, how could I refuse such a beauty! I slowed the pace again and I wanted to see her face. With incredible effort, I forced myself to pull my dick out of her little ass and turned Alena onto her back. It was a picture worthy of a painting. Golden hair spread across the sheet. For a second, she closed her long legs together, so her balls were no longer visible. Only the shaved little dick was visible, from the look of which I understood that she was enjoying what was happening no less than I was. Her face, flushed with a natural blush, and her pink lips seemed to say "Kiss me" and I couldn't resist. I lay on this fragile body with all my 90 kg and kissed her on the lips. She didn't even resist, but on the contrary, returned the kiss. Then she spread her legs and then I felt her dick pressing against my stomach. I must say it was an unfamiliar feeling, but I didn't experience any negative emotions. On the contrary, her dick was as hard as mine, which meant we had real, not purchased, passion. Meanwhile, I was already kissing her breasts, lightly biting her nipples. She was stroking my shoulders and head and suddenly said:

 — Come to me, darling!

 — Darling, you're just super! Do you want to cum in my little mouth?

She even asks, I dream of it! I lay on her with my whole body. She wrapped her legs around me, and we continued. Picking up the pace again, I felt the orgasm approaching and quickly taking off the condom, brought my dick to her face. Alena took it with her hand, placed the head on her little tongue and started jerking me off quickly. I closed my eyes and came! I only felt that she was catching the cum with her mouth and her tongue on my head. The orgasm was very heavy, I hadn't had one like that in a long time! And even after completely finishing, I still felt the gentle touches of her lips. Finally opening my eyes, I saw Alena's little face. On her rosy cheeks, on her pink lips, everywhere was my sperm. But there was even more sperm in her little mouth. I could feel it when she took my head in there. She seemed to be thinking whether to swallow or not. And I understood, if she swallowed, it meant I was more than just a client to her. And then she took a big gulp and, opening her little mouth, showed me it was empty. That is, she showed me what I meant to her, now it was my turn. I leaned over her and kissed her on the lips. It was as if she was waiting for that. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gently pressed against me.

 — You won't leave, will you, — I whispered in her ear, and afraid to hear 'no', added, — I'll pay for the whole night!

And she stayed the night. We had a few more wonderful hours spent in ecstasy. In the breaks between sex, we lay just hugging and chatting about everything. It was so easy for me to talk with her. In the morning, I asked for her phone number, I didn't want to let her go, but she left. The remaining days I tried to find Alena, but without success. And then the last day, I go out to the taxi to go to the airport and I see her. She's in a white summer dress, so beautiful, standing by the taxi and smiling.

 — I decided to see you off to the airport, — she whispered to me as I squeezed her with all my strength in an embrace. The whole time until boarding the plane, I asked for her phone number. I said I would definitely call, and who knows, maybe I'd even take her to live with me, but she said it would pass. Before boarding, we kissed for so long that I almost missed the flight.

And now, having flown home, I can't get her out of my head. And as luck would have it, I decided to unpack my suitcase and found in its pocket a piece of paper with a phone number and the name "Alena"! Now I've been agonizing for days, whether to call her or not...