the third sex

I was walking through one of Bangkok’s biggest shopping malls with a ladyboy friend, a very cute little girl who no one would ever in a million years believe was a ladyboy if they saw her out in the street.

I was enjoying the sensation. My girl was wearing a very pretty skirt and she had only the lightest of makeup. If anyone looked at her at all, it was with admiration. Only I knew what was underneath that skirt: an eager little dick that was always ready for action, and the smoothest sweetest little bottom you could wish for.

The more I thought about it as we sauntered through the Saturday afternoon crowds, the more aroused I became. I kept looking at her bare legs and at the way she walked. She was a little doll.

We were on the second floor of the mall, and I needed an ATM. There were a couple of machines outside the door, where you went through to the multi-storey carpark, so we went there and I withdrew some cash. I noticed just a few yards away a recessed area in the wall, and as we reached it I stopped and manoeuvred my girl so that she had her back to the carpark. There was no one to see what we were doing, so ever so discretely I slipped my hand down the front of her panties and pulled her dick out, planning to give her a quick squeeze before we resumed our shopping.

She gave a sigh, placed her hands on my shoulders, murmured “Oh, don’t!”, and promptly shot a load over my trouser leg. My white trousers.

So it was that she and I walked back together through the mall and got into a taxi without even doing any shopping, both acutely aware that on my right thigh and all the way down to my knee was a great, dark, sticky patch. Suddenly, it seemed to me as if the entire world knew that my girl was a ladyboy, and that I had just given her an express hand-job out in the carpark.

Back home, we tumbled into bed and laughed about it. And she had no trouble shooting a second load, then much later that evening, a third. What a girl.