Helen glanced over at Amanda’s rump, the two broad, toned buttocks revealed by the thong, which just sat as a black triangle between them. Her skin ...shone with the sun lotion she’d just applied. She’d removed her bikini top to avoid tan lines, at least on her top half. Thankfully she had enough modesty to keep the thong in place!Amanda’s body was certainly worth looking at, Helen had to admit. She could understand why men found her so alluring. There was nothing wrong with Helen’s body either,. Most of her friends were gay and transgender and while she hadn’t said anything “official” to us we kinda figured that she fell somewhere in that group. She often dressed more like a male, especially when she needed to dress up and go somewhere, usually wearing slacks, button down shirt and a tie. But she didn’t have any other real male tendencies other than not shaving her legs which were never all that hairy anyway.Today she was wearing a regular t-shirt and a pair of red gym shorts, sitting. Your hand grabs mine and you sweetly kiss the back of my hand. You take the exit on the highway, pushing on the gas pedal to make the engine come alive. God, you know how much speed and power turns me on. A thrill runs through me. My nipples harden. As we cruise down the highway headed to our weekend getaway, I look over seeing your hand in mine. I slowly lift your hand to my mouth. You’re still focused on the road in front of us. I smile slightly knowing what I’m about to do is going to make. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked into my eyes. “Far enough Hazel?” he said softly, “or would you like me to go further?” I hadn’t felt this turned on for years and gasped as he moved his hand across to the other nipple and ran the flat of his hand over that one. “Further Mike,” I groaned, “go as far as you like.”That was it, the flood gates were open as far as I was concerned and, as he slid his other hand into my robe and down over my belly my legs parted as if with a mind of their.