New Girl in Town

All eyes seemed to be on me as I walked through the room. I had sometimes sat
at one of those tables myself, and looked over the “girls” as they walked by.
Now it was my turn to be ogled by the men! I was the “New Girl In Town” for
the guys to lust over! I could FEEL all their eyes on me, and it felt GOOD!!
I could feel my penis stiffen down between my legs even though it was tucked
back into my crotch! I felt like the woman that I wanted to be at last! I
was a sex object, and I liked it!!

Margo and I sat at the bar, and ordered a drink. I was introduced to Emma,
and received the first in a long string of compliments that I was to receive
that night. I was starting to get used to being a girl. Just then a guy sat
down on the stool next to me. Our eyes met, and I could see that he liked
what he saw. “Hello,” he said. “You’re new here?” I replied that I was. He
smiled, and asked if I would like to dance. I hesitated for a moment, but an
elbow in my ribs from Margo helped me make up my mind! We got up to go to the
dance floor, and he asked my name. “Bobbi,” I replied. “Bobbi, eh?,” he
said. “It suits you. A pretty name for a beautiful girl! My name is Peter.”
He was the first person to call me beautiful.

On the dance floor, Peter slipped his arms around me. The D.J. was playing a
slow number, and Peter held me very close as we glided across the floor. It
felt good to be in his arms, in a man’s arms! It was not the first time that
a man had held me. It was not the first time that I had danced with another
man. Somehow, however, this was different. There was something about the way
that he held me while we danced. Maybe it was the way that he looked at me.
Maybe it was the way that his hand on my back moved slowly and gently trying
to get just the slightest touch of the more intimate parts of my body. I only
knew that it felt very good, and I did not want it to stop!