It has to be exactly on your clit, You are moaning louder. I realize that I've been staring at you for several minutes and I don't even no if you have... seen me. When I look to your eyes, I can see you are looking at the same thing I am only your looking at down at the action, and you have a perfect view of it in the mirror. I step back a little to so I can see the mirror, and to see what you sees. I don't realize it but you should have been able to see me where I was standing every time you. She had been a stripper for 10 years and was as kinky as they come. She and I had done a lot, so only a few of her fantasies were left unfulfilled. She had already had women and men, group sex, bondage, been a submissive and a dominate. We had a no holes barred policy. I could have any hole I wanted, anywhere, anytime. And I had! I was the only guy to ever wear lingerie for her though. Once she found out, it became a regular thing. Garter belts, stockings, panties, high heels, just about. Clearly she didn't take it the wrong way, at least not yet. "I like you too," she smiled warmly.Throwing caution to the winds, Laura pressed ahead. "So... maybe we could meet for coffee some time. I mean, when you're not working."Tracy's eyes widened. "You know, the only days I get off are Sunday and Wednesday. Sunday I have to spend with my kids, of course. And you probably work Wednesdays. Everybody does," she sighed."I could maybe take one off," Laura said, not meaning to seem too eager.. I looked at her and had a big smile. She was even more beautiful in person. Clean smooth skin. More on the light skin side. Long brunette hair that went halfway down her back. Soft easy going voice. She smiled back and said hello. We made small talk. Saying how we both were nervous. And how we wish we had more time to sit and talk before I had to go back to work. Then she mentions how sexy I am. I tell her she’s sexy too. She gives me a nervous laugh. I ask her about her transsexual identity.