USB - Unwanted Sexual Behavior Ch. 01

She went to a stall and did her business. When she came out an older attractive slim woman was standing at the vanity putting on lipstick. She was wearing a designer short-skirted power-suit and the red sole of the killer heels, visible as she leaned close to the mirror, indicated that they were Christian Louboutin. The woman had defined cheekbones and full pouty lips onto which she was applying blood-red Guerlain Rouge Jewel Lipstick. Her jet-black hair was styled in a severe shoulder-length bob.

Taylor washed her hands and fixed her own lipstick while the woman beside her liberally sprayed herself with Clive Christian Number No1 perfume. The woman dropped the perfume into a Hermes handbag and turned to study Taylor.

"What are you doing here Kmart?" the woman looked down her nose at Taylor.

The woman's accent was European or Slavic, almost exotic.

"I'm Taylor Averille and I have a meeting with Bradley Freeman," Taylor smiled and offered her hand.

The woman just stared at Taylor's outstretched hand like she held a turd in it.

"And they let you in here dressed like that?" the woman sniffed.

She turned her back on Taylor and strode out of the restroom, her heels clicking on the tiles.

"Bitch!" Taylor whispered under her breath.

This was the first time Taylor had encountered animosity from another woman but she had only been a woman for two days now and she knew women could be bitchy.

When Taylor came out into the corridor Bradley Taylor was deep in conversation with the bitchy woman.

Bradley's eyes lit up with a genuine smile when Taylor came out of the ladies room.

"Ah, Taylor Averille meet Veronique Pascal... Veronica meet Taylor," he made the introductions.

Veronique put out her hand and Taylor took it and Veronique pulled her close and gave her an air-kiss on both cheeks.

"Wonderful to meet you," Veronique's smile was painted on her lips.

"Veronique. That's a very exotic name," Taylor returned the smile.

"It's French but I am Ukrainian by birth, I left the Ukraine when I was a girl. I abbreviate it to Veronica; some Americans find it difficult. Taylor sounds like it originated in the South. Are you from Arkansas? Tennessee? Alabama perhaps?" Veronique said disparagingly.

"Born and bred in Chicago Illinois. Go Bears!" Taylor made a half-hearted air punch.

"Hey! A smart, attractive woman who follows football," Bradley gave Taylor a high five.

"Real women love football; smart women follow the bears," Taylor recounted a meme she had seen.

"Ah, you are referring to the game of fumble-ball, drop-ball, throw-ball played by large men with padded shoulders and small brains, not the beautiful game," Veronique turned down her lips.

She looked like the villainess Katinka Ingabogovinanana from the Zoolander movie and Taylor supressed a smile.

"If I take up Taylor's proposal you ladies may end up working closely. Veronique is FreeCom's marketing manager," Bradley explained.

"Well it was wonderful to meet you Taylor, but I have a dinner engagement so excuse me. See you tomorrow Bradley," Veronique turned and walked away, presenting her curvy figure, tight derriere and long legs sheathed in black fully-fashioned stockings.

Bradley tried not to stare but couldn't help it.

Bradley noticed that Taylor saw him watching Veronique as she walked away and he blushed. Taylor burst out laughing.

"She's something alright. Total bitch but the best marketing manager in the business," Bradley grinned.

"Yes. She's something alright," Taylor smiled.

Bradley glanced at his watch and looked surprised.

"Wow! I didn't realise it was so late. I hope I haven't kept you from something important?" Bradley looked genuinely concerned.

"Nope. Just a microwave dinner and an evening refining my code," Taylor smiled meekly.

"Hey. Look... I don't want to be forward; we've only just met. But would you like to join me for dinner? Nothing fancy, just a steak and a beer at Gibsons," Bradley gave Taylor that boyish grin.

Taylor looked apprehensive.

"You can tell me more about PostPay; make it a working dinner and then I'll drop you off home," Bradley's smile widened and Taylor couldn't help but return it.

"Great. Let me get my things from my office. Do you mind calling for a reservation while I pack up and get my car brought around front?" Bradley put his hand lightly in the middle of Taylor's back and guided her back to his office.

The ride to Gibsons in Bradley Freeman's late model BMW was comfortable despite Taylor having to constantly adjust her skirt. She wished the hem was just two or three inches longer, it's not like she was flashing her panties but the skirt rode high on her thighs whenever she sat down. Bradley Freeman seemed very amused by Taylor's efforts at maintaining her modesty but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything.

Taylor had managed to snag a table away from the crowd and she and Bradley each grabbed a glass of Gibsons Gold Helles Lager at the bar before they sat down. They ordered steaks and Bradley splashed out on a bottle of Rutherford Hill Merlot. The alcohol flowed freely as did the conversation.

Bradley was very interested in hearing more about PostPay but didn't go so far as committing FreeCom to the startup. They soon exhausted that discourse and moved on to talking about their personal lives as new acquaintances are want to do.

Taylor found it easier than she expected to adopt her male alter-ego's identity as her own and just change the gender to fit. She was born in the suburbs of Chicago twenty-five years ago and had no siblings, her mother and father had died in a helicopter crash over the Grand Canyon five years ago. Other than her uncle and aunt, her cousin with the same name, and two other female cousins she has no other family. She had completed her schooling at the Illinois Institute of Technology and worked for a few tech companies but has been working full time developing PostPay for the last six months, living off her parents life insurance (which was nearly exhausted but she didn't tell him that).

She lives alone in one a bedroom apartment on North Troy Street and does not have a boyfriend. The story she told was true, except that until two days ago she had been a man not a woman.

Bradley Freeman had also graduated from IIT but obviously a lot earlier than Taylor. He too had worked at various tech companies whilst undertaking a business degree. He had started FreeCom as a boutique tech company which diversified into financing tech startups and taking them on as subsidiaries.

He was thirty eight and divorced with no children, he didn't say if he had a current girlfriend but Taylor doubted that someone with his good looks and outgoing personality would remain unattached for long.

The wine on top of the beer was starting to affect her as was Bradley's smooth talk; he was an engaging and entertaining conversationalist. They spoke about current events and of course they both had a passion for the Bears who were having one of their best seasons in 2018.

Taylor was confused by her attraction to the man. She was still coming to grips with being a woman. She had managed the physical changes remarkably well but the changes to her psyche were a different matter. She found herself admiring men as well as women. Was she bisexual? She supposed that at some stage she would find out. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have sex as a woman. The two orgasms she had experienced so far were wonderful; the build-up was far more protracted and the climax itself was intense and prolonged and although her orgasm originated in her clitoris, her whole body seemed enmeshed in the phenomenon.

Time flew and Taylor was enjoying herself; really enjoying being a woman possibly for the first time. They finished the evening with two rounds of Jack Daniels and by then Taylor was well and truly inebriated. Bradley seemed to be handling his drink better but he was in no condition to drive.

"Look Taylor, I'm sorry. I promised you a ride home but I'm obviously in no fit state to drive. I'll get us a car and drop you off. I'm not blaming you but I've found your company so delightful that the evening has got away from me," Bradley gave her that grin again.

"Nonsense Bradley. I'm a big girl and I can find my own way home; I'll get an Uber," Taylor countered.

"Don't be like that. You know I don't want anything to happen to you, let me at least see you safely to your door," Bradley said sincerely.

Taylor stood up and realised that she was a little tipsier than she thought.

"A car might be a good idea. But let me pay for half. You order one while I visit the restroom," Taylor said.

She had to concentrate on walking and wished she could take off her heels. She made it back to their table without incident.

Bradley gallantly put his overcoat around her before they went outside as it was bitterly cold and windy. The town car was idling at the curb and he got the door for her. Taylor was too cold and tipsy to worry about her dignity as she scrambled into the back of the car, all ass and heels. Thankfully the car was toasty warm.

Bradley bundled in after her and slammed the door. Taylor gave the driver her address and began to struggle to get out of the coat.

"Here; let me help you with that," he leaned into her and put an arm around her to get hold the far side of the coat while Taylor bent forward slightly and tried to get her arm out of the sleeve.

They both started to laugh at the absurdity of it. Taylor's arm sprang free and she fell back, pinning Bradley's arm behind her which elicited another bout of raucous laughter. Bradley tried to pull his arm free causing Taylor to fall against him, her face inches from his. She gazed into his dark eyes and he into her green eyes. She could see the question on his face and she answered it by pressing her lips to his.

He kissed her and held her tight against him. Taylor pushed the bunched overcoat out of the way so she could feel his body, her breasts pressed into his chest and she felt her nipples begin to tingle. It felt different but it felt nice, as did Bradley's tongue in her mouth. He was using just the tip, being gentle, sensual. It was different being the submissive acquiescent partner but it felt so right.

Taylor returned Bradley's kiss and when his hand went inside her jacket she didn't stop him. He unbuttoned the top of her blouse and his fingers fumbled with the catch on her bra. They were cold against her skin but she didn't want him to stop. When Bradley hefted her breast and stroked her nipple she gasped into his mouth. The feeling was uniquely pleasant, she felt her nipple engorge.

The car braked suddenly and the couple were jolted. Bradley abruptly withdrew his hand and broke the kiss. Taylor looked bewildered.

"What did I do?" she searched his face.

"You? Nothing. It's what I did. I'm not that guy Taylor. This is wrong. You've been drinking, I'm the person in authority and you want me to back your startup," Bradley shook his head apologetically.

"So you're the one with the power in this situation, is that right?" Taylor asked him.

The time spent in the fresh air and the back seat tussle had sobered her up somewhat.

"I'm sorry Taylor," Bradley said humbly.

Taylor scooted the overcoat out of the way and clambered over Bradley so that she was straddling him. She put her hands on either side of his head and lowered her face to his. She crushed her lips against his and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

"Who has the power now?" she smiled down at him.

"You're amazing," Bradley smiled up at her and Taylor lowered her face to his and kissed him passionately.

She felt him cup her buttocks in his strong hands and squeeze; she was also pretty sure that she could feel his erection pressing against her. They kissed for a while and then the car slowed down.

"North Troy Street you love birds; you wanna give me a house number?" the driver said, the amusement in his voice evident.

"Just there," Taylor swivelled in Bradley's lap and pointed to her walk-up.

She leaned down to kiss Bradley again and the car stopped.

"Are you coming in?" she whispered.

"I'm not sure I should," Bradley said bashfully.

"Well I figure you're far too much a gentleman to leave a girl half-cooked and I'm not going to do the walk of shame from your place," Taylor smiled at him coquettishly.

"Are you sure?" Bradley searched her face.

Taylor nodded and untangled herself from him.

"Come on up Bradley. No obligation. Just two adults enjoying the perfect end to a lovely evening," Taylor said soberly.

"No obligation. This is nothing to do with PostPay?" Bradley restated.

"I'm not a hooker Bradley. I'm not for sale," Taylor said solemnly.

Bradley looked both anxious and apologetic.

"I'm joking you dummy. Come on," Taylor leaned in and kissed him quickly.

She took his coat and stepped out of the car and put the coat on for the short trip to her front door while Bradley took care of fare. He got out and pulled Taylor into his arms and kissed her. He started to shiver.

"Let's get in out of the cold," she allowed Bradley to put his arm around her and she led him to her front door.

She had to disengage to find her keys in her handbag.

"Are you sure? Are you positive?" Bradley asked again.

Taylor unlocked her door and put out her hand. Bradley took it and she ushered him inside.

The alcohol had mostly worked its way out of her system and Taylor was feeling both excitement and trepidation. She felt both licentious and inquisitive. What would it be like? She would soon find out.

Taylor's small apartment was lit only by the glowing screensavers on her workstations and she made no effort to turn on any lights. She shucked out of Bradley's overcoat and took his hand and led him to her bedroom. She switched on the bedside lamp and turned around and Bradley pulled her into his arms.

They kissed passionately, his hands once again finding their way inside her jacket and blouse and began to caress her breasts. Taylor sighed as her nipples hardened and tingled. The feeling was subtly erotic and it began to spread. She felt herself becoming wet.

Bradley eased himself out of the embrace and started to undress and Taylor took off her jacket and hung it over the back of a chair.

"Don't take off any more clothes. I want to do it; it's like unwrapping a present," Bradley grinned.

He kicked off his shoes and socks and shucked out of his shirt and pants. Taylor was amused. Now that she was in the obverse position she realised that there was no way that a man could undress erotically like a woman could. Bradley was stripped down to his briefs, the bulk of his semi-erect penis bulging the pouch. Taylor wanted to touch it. To reach out and feel the heft and heat of it and the anticipation was making her wet.

Bradley kissed her again and then began to undress her. He undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and removed her brassiere. He paid some attention to her bosom using both his hands and mouth. He kissed her soft milky breasts and his lips found her nipples and Taylor moaned when he began to use his tongue and then his teeth. Taylor guided his face from one breast to another in turn, as her nipples became highly sensitive.

Bradley continued to use his mouth on her breasts as he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Then he kissed her again and held her close; she could feel his erection pressing against her body. It was warm; his body was cold.

"Let's get under the covers," Taylor whispered, kicking off her heels.

She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her pantyhose, intending to peel them off along with the panties she wore over them.

"Leave them on. They'll keep us warm," Bradley whispered in her ear and squeezed her buttocks.

"Really? Is that all?" Taylor smiled coyly.

"Ok. I like them," Bradley smiled sheepishly.

"I get it," Taylor whispered and squeezed his cock through his underpants.

She got it. Her male alter-ego also liked women to leave on their nylons during sex and she had to admit that she liked the silky feel of them too when Bradley stroked her buttocks and thighs. She was becoming wetter and he hadn't even touched her there yet.

They slipped under the sheets and pulled up the covers and Bradley lay on top of her. He kissed her and she liked feeling his hard body lying on top of hers. He slipped his hand between their bodies and tugged at her panties. Taylor scooted up a little and let him slip them off then she took off his briefs. The feel of his hard cock pressing on her thigh was very erotic.

She reached for it, feeling the girth and the heat and the pulse of the powerful appendage. She scooped a bead of pre-ejaculate and coated his glans with the slippery fluid. She began to stroke it and it was Bradley's turn to gasp.

Bradley put his hand between Taylor's legs and she opened them wider for him. He massaged the tops of her thighs, lightly stroking her flesh through the gossamer pantyhose. He pressed his lips to hers as his fingers found her sex.

She was wet; her secretions had soaked into the crotch of her pantyhose. He opened her labia and pressed his finger on her tender nubbin, circling it through the translucent material. Taylor groaned and lifted her hips up off the bed, encouraging Bradley to press harder on her clitoris whilst she writhed beneath him.

She stroked his manhood, feeling it become fully tumescent, the veins pulsing under the sleek delicate dermis. Bradley drove his tongue into her mouth and snagged a nail in the diaphanous pantyhose and tore a hole in the crotch. His finger snaked inside and circled her clitoris. Rings of pleasure spread from between Taylor's legs and she felt a yearning, a need to feel Bradley inside her.

Taylor guided Bradley's phallus to her vulva and Bradley pushed it inside the hole he had ripped in her pantyhose and nestled his glans in the folds of her labia. She bit her lip and winced as Bradley pushed the head of his penis inside her vagina.

"Am I hurting you?" Bradley said; the concern in his voice evident.

Taylor wrapped her nylon-sheathed legs around his waist and lifted up her pelvis, slowly driving Bradley's hard cock inside her. She cried out as Bradley's penis tore her hymen.

She hadn't thought about the fact that she was a virgin; it had never entered her mind.

The pain was short and sharp and the wonderfulness of his cock filling her vagina and the magnificent sensations that erupted from her clitoris as his pubis pressed on it surmounted the pain which became a dull ache.

"Oh, Taylor you are so tight," Bradley groaned as his cock slid in and out of her velvety sheath.

The feeling was indescribably sublime and Taylor clung to him with her arms around Bradley's neck and her legs locked around his waist. She encouraged him, deliberately rubbing her nylons on the delicate skin of his flanks.

Bradley didn't take long to climax, which Taylor didn't mind one bit. She had been on the edge of extremis since he had entered her. The dull ache from her shredded hymen, the deep sense of fulfilment that came from deep inside her vagina and the scintillating rings of intense pleasure radiating from her clitoris combined to generate an orgasm of tumultuous gratification.

She felt Bradley's cock swell and quiver inside her and she knew that he was ejaculating. This spurned her on and amplified her pleasure. She screamed with the intensity of it and clung to Bradley, shaking and quivering as he jackhammered his cock in and out of her sodden cleft. Bradley kissed her hard and she returned it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

They remained clenched together until their climaxes subsided. They kissed and petted for a while but they were both exhausted and it was late. They fell asleep in each other's arms.