the third sex

I was outside my apartment complex one evening last week, using the cashpoint machine. It delivered my cash, and as I turned round to leave I realised with a start that a ladyboy friend, who lives near me, was standing right behind me. She had been passing the building, and came over to say hello.

It was one of those rainy season evenings that I always enjoy. The rain had fallen during the afternoon, and there was a freshness in the air. There was a fragrance too from the river, a few yards away. The sun had just gone down, and there was still a lurid pink glow in the sky. I looked at my ladyboy friend, and felt not exactly romance, but lust, stirring.

Next to the apartment is a derelict site, an ill-judged market venture that never got off the ground. Most of the buildings have been demolished, but there are still some standing in a state of ruin. Grass grows out of the cracks in the concrete walkway. No one goes there, and the place is lit only by the lights from the main road. I steered my friend into this melancholy area, and into the shadow of one of the remaining buildings.

I unzipped her pants, and felt a hot and throbbing something filling the palm of my hand. At the same time, I felt her warm little hand exploring me. There must have been something in the air that evening, because rather than prolonging the encounter for some other moves that I had in mind, I was unable to resist her warm fingers and smooth wrist motion and there was an unexpectedly fast finish. At the same time I felt a hot, wet sensation in the palm of my hand and a warm spurt that landed on my wrist. We stood for a while clinging to each other.

Then we moved apart, and I raised my hand to my face. Her cum had the aroma of coconut juice. She kissed me quickly on the cheek, and we emerged into the street, where she jumped into a taxi-meter and was gone. It was a sweet encounter, and I went off for dinner feeling on top of the world.