If you haven’t read [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zxq39/mt_my_first_time_with_a_transwoman/) of this story, I encourage you to go do that now. To those of you that have read the first part and encouraged me to write this, I’m not sure it lives up to the first part but here it is all the same.
As I feel my energy returning, I start to plant kisses on her skin. I make my way down to one of her nipples and take it in my mouth. I suckle on it and flick my tongue across it. She moans in response. I gently bite it and she yelps. “Bad boy!” She playfully swats me on the head.
The fire has started to die down and will be nothing but smoldering embers shortly. I test my legs to see if they’ll hold my weight again. They seem to be back to normal and so I stand up. I offer an outstretched hand to the vixen kneeling on the deck and help her up. Continuing to hold her hand, I start to walk to the sliding glass door to take the party inside. She doesn’t follow me. I turn around and she says she wants to stay out here under the stars. I shrug, close the distance between us, and begin kissing her. By the time we break the kiss, we’re both a little out of breath. She wraps her delicate fingers around my cock, starts slowly stroking it, and says, “My turn?” I nod and she squeals a little bit. She goes over to her bag, pulls out a bottle of lube, hands it to me, and then goes over to the railing of the deck.