I was in my late 20's, working on a project in Berlin for an unnamed film studio, recording an unnamed orchestra in Berlin to marry up with an unnamed chorus in London. My assistant was an Englishman, with cafe au lait skin, about 5'11" and somewhere between handsome and beautiful. We were both staying at an unnamed, upscale hotel in separate rooms a floor apart. We were working 10 to 12 hour days. After we wrapped we would dine together and then go to my room where we would review the day's work. At the end of the Berlin leg of the job we sat down in my room to review the final product before leaving for London the next afternoon. The final copy was wonderful and as the last chords died out we both jumped up and embraced in celebration of a job well done.
And with my arms around him I felt the bra he was wearing under his sweater. I asked, "Is that a bra?" And his reply was to kiss me. It was a nice kiss and soon our mouths were open and our tongues were playing when he asked, "Do you want to fuck me?" And I did, more than once, and someplace before dawn, when I was on my back with him straddling me, he asked, "Would you like me to fuck you?" And for some reason that I didn't understand I said yes.
He was very gentle as he explored my body, slowly introducing his finger and then fingers into me and when he asked if I was ready he very slowly and deliberately entered me, a little bit at a time, until I thrust hungrily back at him, taking his entire length into me. What an awakening! It felt so good and when he came and softened I almost cried at the feeling of loss as he slipped out of me.
The following three weeks in London, staying in flat in Kensington, was my indoctrination into bottoming, feminization, crossdressing and giving oral sex. In time it lead to my temporary career change, getting paid for being a feminine bottom and negotiating my way through to the relative top tier of organized, industrialized sex. But that's a whole other story.
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