I was waiting at Victoria Coach Station for my coach to Liverpool when I noticed a lady giving me the eye.
Somehow it had come out and rolled towards me.
Our eye met and I felt an instant stirring in my gonads.
I adjusted my long John's and introduced myself.
She said her name was Charisma.
I offered to buy her some tea and toast in the cafe.
Was this love at first slice?
She only had a small handbag so had no trouble carrying my two heavy suitcases to the coach.
We were on the same coach which was full.
She sat in the seat in front, but when the Maharishi sitting next to me got off in Bristol, she was able to climb over the seat and sit next to me.
I thought I caught a glimpse of incontinence pants and hairy thighs, but I wasn't put off.
At Birmingham we were due to change coaches, but the onward coach had been cancelled.
I offered to pay for her room but there was only one left at The Travelodge
We'd hardly entered the room before Charisma lifted he skirt up and pulled her incontinence pants to one side.
" Ee are luv." "Slip me a goldfish" she whispered in a deep gravelly Scouse accent.
How could I refuse!
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Some time later I woke up.
Still somehow stuck up Charisma's arse.
I think the elastic in the leg of her incontinence pants had wrapped around my bollocks.
I Dislodged myself and wiped my cock on the curtains.
As I turned around Charisma had stripped down to her pants.
Even though I still had my bifocals on I couldn't see much in the tits department.
Just two little spaniels ears with one nipple missing.
It was covered with a tattoo that read 'Lost at sea'.
Me moved in to kiss.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth so forcefully she dislodged my bottom set and nearly choked me.
I pulled down the front of her pants and up popped a blue veined mamba 9 inches long.
She confirmed that by taking out the tape measure from her handbag.
As she did so a catheter fell to the floor.
Things had taken an unexpected turn.
Charisma was in fact Colin who had been attending a lecture in London entitled ''Cross Dressers and Incontinence '.
She apologised and kindly offered to bum me, but I needed a shit so politely declined.
She asked me to wank her skank in such a sexy way, that I couldn't refuse.
She pulled the incontinence pants down to her ankles and I got to work.
She....he???.....they moaned softly as I gently stroked her huge trouser snake.
They told me she...he??? Loved me and wanted to have my children.
I said she could have David Kevin Keegan Shanks,, as he was a 50 year's old lazy bastard and wouldn't leave home.
I could sense from the knee trembles and wheezing that Charisma/Colin was about to climax.
A pathetic little shudder and a few drops of cum were all that followed.
I was contemplating how mediocre the result was after all my efforts, when suddenly a jet of fluid ejaculated from Colins penis.
It knocked off the lampshade and the picture on the wall.
It poured through the open window like a mini Niagara falls.
I was drenched.
The room was flooded.
Was this the famous love juice I'd read about?
I never got to find out.
Charisma/Colin had legged it.
I still think about our romantic evening and how fate ( and the crap National Express) had brought us together.
I last heard she was performing a drag queen act around the Liverpool Homes for the bewildered and demented.
( With apologies and ad hominem to OP
