I continued chatting with Mia every chance I got. She seemed like she was interested in meeting, but like most intelligent people she was reluctant to share personal information that would allow us to meet. Her profile said she was in Seattle, almost 850 miles away, so I couldn't very well take off and look for her every weekend!
One day, while we were chatting, she mentioned that she had gone out the night before to one of her favorite places.
"Oh, where's that?" I asked, as nonchalantly as I could.
"It's called the Wildrose," She replied. "I like it because it's not too far away, and they cater to people with an alternative lifestyle."
We chatted for a while longer, and I asked her again if I could come see her. She was apologetic in her response but again said she just wasn't ready to meet. I told her again how disappointed I was, but that I understood.
Once we ended our chat I immediately went online and looked up the Wildrose. It was listed as a gay bar, and though it had mixed reviews the pictures did make it seem like a fun place to hang out. The clientele appeared to include a mixture of men and women, some of which might be either trans-gendered or transvestites.
I suspect you think me crazy, but I determined right then to head for Seattle and see if I could find Mia. I took two weeks off from work and scheduled it so that I could be in Seattle for three weekends, made plane reservations, and about two weeks later I was on my way, with only a room reservation, a few changes of clothes, and a picture of Mia that she had sent me.
I had reservations at a hotel in the downtown area so that transportation wouldn't be an issue. The room was clean and comfortable, with two queen beds, a refrigerator, and an oversized jetted tub and shower in the bathroom. The decor was subdued but modern, and though it would never convince anyone I was well off I wouldn't be embarrassed to bring a new friend home!
The next night I was off to the Wildrose. My exuberance caused me to arrive at about seven, but I figured it would be a silly mistake to come all this way and risk missing Mia. I found a table close to the door and situated such that I could watch the people as they entered, ordered a beer, and settled in for a long evening.
And long it was! I don't think a single person came in for the first two hours. After that small groups started finding their way into the club. It didn't take long to notice that Wildrose may have advertised as friendly to all alternative lifestyles but was primarily a lesbian hangout. I was feeling a bit out of place, but there were a few men coming in as well.
By ten, it was becoming more noticeable that the ratio of men to women was a little harder to estimate than I first thought. I started to question the gender of several of the women, and as I continued to watch their interactions it became more obvious that at least a few were either cross-dressers or transitioning.
It was about this time that some of the men started approaching my small table and introducing themselves. I was never attracted to men before, so I politely passed on what I was sure were attempts to pick me up. Looking back, it's embarrassing to think how arrogant I was. Be that as it may, I thought it would be rude to lead anyone on.
After the third or fourth gentleman approached me I began to wonder what I might do to dissuade any more from approaching me. I really couldn't come up with anything, but my thoughts were broken by a small, soft voice:
"You look out of place."
I looked up only to be staring into the eyes of an incredibly beautiful girl! She was only about five feet tall, with what I can only describe as pale lavender eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair. Her waistline was slim, her hips almost boyish, and her breasts seemed a bit small for her frame. I guess you could describe her as waifish, but her clothes were clean and bright. She was wearing a short-skirted dress with a petticoat underneath to make it flare out. The bodice clung to her body to outline the features I've described.
"I suppose I am," I answered. "but I didn't know it was that obvious."
"If you don't want any more guys disturbing you, perhaps I can join you," she said, as she was already lowering herself into a chair. "I've been warding off a few myself."
"Well, as long as it will be mutually beneficial. I should warn you though, I'm waiting for someone, sort of, anyway."
I stretched my hand towards her and introduced myself. "My name is John. I'm visiting from Utah."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, John. My name is Amy. Tell me, how do you sort of wait for someone?"
I pulled out the picture of Mia and explained my purpose for being in Seattle. Amy looked intently at the picture but did not recognize Mia.
"I can't say that I know her, but that doesn't mean much. I don't come here very often. Only when I'm in a certain mood."
"Ah," I replied. "that would explain why such a pretty girl is here un-escorted."
Amy turned a little red and thanked me for the compliment. We enjoyed a pleasant conversation about many inconsequential things. Our chairs worked closer to each other, and before I was aware of the time passing it was approaching midnight. It had been a very pleasant evening, and I had started to feel a little guilty about monopolizing her time. I felt a little extra guilt because I had been keeping an eye out for Mia. Looking towards the bar I noticed a stunning brunette.
"I'm sorry I've kept you from circulating for so long," I started. "how about the brunette at the bar? Is she your type? She seems to be alone."
Amy glanced towards the bar, then looked back at me with a strange look. Then understanding showed in her eyes and she turned a much deeper red.
"I suppose I should really be flattered now! I'm not here looking for a woman to enjoy. Now and then I come here looking for a man who wants to try something new, like you."
I'm sure you figured it out right off the bat, but I was still sitting there completely in the dark. I couldn't figure out why this beautiful girl would come to an LGBT-friendly bar to find a man. With a smile that was almost a chuckle, Amy reached out and took my hand.
"I thought you knew that I'm a male, but I guess not. I've started hormone treatments, but I still have the male equipment. I hope you aren't upset."
"No, but I am very surprised," I replied.
Amy continued to hold my hand. "Tell me, I know you're here hoping to meet this cross-dresser Mia, but have you ever been with a male?"
"No," I replied, "I haven't. But she is in my dreams every night!"
"Are you sure you are ready for it?"
I sat there quietly, contemplating her question. Was I ready? I had come all this way based on an infatuation and couldn't with one hundred percent surety say I wouldn't freak out if I did find Mia, and then seduce her.
"Listen," Amy continued. "she isn't coming tonight. Why don't you come home with me? We've enjoyed each other's company, and I think we could help each other out. You can satisfy my mood, and it seems like I could be a very safe first time for you."
Her reasoning was impeccable, and though it had been the farthest thing from my mind at the start of the evening I found myself taking her up on her offer. I told her my hotel was close, that we could go there if she preferred, and that I could take her home in the morning. She thought that sounded good, and we started towards the hotel hand in hand.
The cool, damp air of Seattle soon moved us closer together. I slipped my arm around her shoulder as she leaned into my body for warmth, her bare arm wrapped around my waist. The petticoat under her skirt made the most delightful rustling noises as we walked along, tightly clinging to each other to ward off the night air. lightly giggling when our awkward movements and the night's drinks caused us to weave on our path.
When we arrived at my hotel room, I pulled Amy fully into my embrace. I leaned down towards her upturned face while she rose on her tippy toes to meet my lips in our first kiss of the night. The taste of fruit clung to her lips, and I realized I had been so distracted that I didn't even know what she had been drinking. I slipped my tongue into her parting lips and explored the fruity flavor. The taste of strawberries was on her tongue. Daiquiris, she had been drinking strawberry daiquiris. Such a truly female drink. Strange thing to think at the moment. I love the taste of a daiquiri myself now and then but would never order one if I were out with the guys. Why is that?
Amy pulled away from my kiss to look at my face. Had she sensed my distraction? How did she interpret it?
Without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of me. She undid the button on my pants, lowered the zipper, and let my pants pool around my ankles. She tugged my boxers down my legs to join my pants.
I wish I could tell you that my massive cock sprung free of its confines to smack her face as so many stories you read or pornos you watch portray, but my modest six inches wasn't such a weapon of wonder. I felt the momentary doubt about her reaction that I suppose most of us feel at the revelation of our cock, but her face held an expression of genuine pleasure. She leaned forward to take my cock into her mouth, letting it slowly slide between her lips and onto her tongue. The warmth of her mouth enveloped my semi-turgid member as she momentarily let it rest in that position. An audible exhale and hum gave me the impression that this was the "certain mood" that she mentioned in the bar. The vibration of the hum started the inevitable growth of my cock to full stature.