Sunday Brunch Seduction: A Transgender Woman's Journey of Desire and Friendship

Honey-Lee–the journeys of a TG Nympho
Chapter 5 – Sunday Brunch

We pull into the Holmstead’s long driveway and when I see the neatly manicured lawns and big house, I’m glad we chose to bring the sports car rather than the van. Mike greets us at the door. “Come in! Come in!” he booms. “Gloria’s out back”. He leads us through the beautiful high-ceilinged open great room to the lanai where Gloria is fussing over a large table laden with food and two covered stainless steel food warmers.

“You’re here! So glad you could come” she shrieks, and hugs us both like long-lost old friends. “Let Mike get you some liquid sunrise. It’s just Florida orange juice and champagne” she confides “but soooo refreshing.” Mike is right there with tall, slim, stemmed glasses. It seems perfectly natural as we lift our glasses in a toast and Gloria exclaims “to a wonderful friendship”.

We settle on comfortable patio chairs to sip our drinks and chat about the weather, the magnificent view of their back yard, the price of gasoline and the latest nonsense from Tallahassee. While we chat I take a closer look at our new friends. Mike is clean shaven but with a hint of shadow setting off his glistening white teeth. He’s still wearing the heavy gold chain but is minus the big rings. I’m silently grateful the rings are gone because they were so big, they looked like they might hurt a girl if those hands happened to get anywhere intimate.

Gloria is magnificent! She has a silken white blouse, gathered in folds to a deep v-neck displaying her creamy cleavage, silk gathered under the breasts to thrust them upward, the silk flounced at the bottom almost like a skirt emphasizing the tops of her generous but curvaceous hips. Hardly concealing her long shapely legs, she wears diaphanous toreador pants, split down the sides so each step she takes flashes a glimpse of flawless skin. Silver heeled slippers coordinate with huge silver hoops in her ears, barely concealed by her thick, cascading blonde hair, just about three shades darker than mine. She outshines me by a thousand candle power but it is her vivacious personality and flashing smile that makes her so outstanding.

Still, I notice as we chat that Mike hardly takes his eyes off of me. As he replenishes my glass of Liquid Sunrise, he touches my hair and says “you look even sexier today than yesterday. You exude musky sensuality from every pore.”

I glance quickly at Gloria, but she smiles “I agree with Mike, Honey. You give off more heat than a hot tamale”. I look over at Paul but he seems to be enjoying the exchange and the big bulge in his dress shorts tells me he’s a happy man.

Suddenly, we’re all famished and taking plates from the sideboard proceed to fill them with selections from the wonderful smorgasbord. Eggs Benedict, golden pan-fried potatoes, crispy bacon, salty lox, thick buttered toast, outrageously delicious strawberry jam (from the local farmer’s market Gloria reveals), full rich coffee – and even honey. We chat sporadically over the scrumptious meal, but near

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