Transforming Love: On Museum Mile

By Rex Haltier

When Sam bumps into Jolee at the museum, they soon discover that they have more than a love of Impressionism in common. Sam soon discovers Jolee's that she is just the kind of woman he loves best – trans. After a quick erotic moment on a bench in Central Park, they meet Lacey, who is the other kind of woman Sam loves. Later, at Sam's apartment overlooking the park, they make love in all ways possible in a tryst of loving acceptance of one another.

"You know, we chatted about all kinds of things, but I can't remember a one of them. I know that we commented on many of the other patrons of the museum - especially those who did double takes to Jolee when they spotted that little something extra about her. A few of them glanced at me with an odd look on their face. So, any insults they received were well deserved.
In the end, we found ourselves at the main entrance. It was a glorious day outside. And we had a decision to make.
"Do you want to get a drink—"
"Care for a cup of coff—"
Then we laughed because we spoke at the same time. I said, I know a nice place on the west side, if you care for a stroll through the park."
"I'd love to," she said, a small smile flickering across her lips as she stared into my eyes.
I offered her my arm again. She took it. And we strolled down the steps and down fifth Avenue and the 79th street entrance to Central Park.
Well, you know what happened next. The tension had been growing and growing. So had my member. And I knew hers had, too. I couldn't help but glance down at her growing profile as we sauntered along. Finally, she stopped and I stopped with her.
"It doesn't freak you out?" she said suddenly.
For a moment, I considered playing it coy, but her look was deadly serious. So I said, "Absolutely not."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tall Tale Depot
• Release date: Feb 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215068366

Book preview

First off, I have to say that while I love all women, I really love strong women. Women who have no fear, no worries about what others may think. Women who know what they want and aren’t afraid to seek it out.

Jolee was all that and more!

I was wandering around the Met museum when I bumped into her, visiting old favorites among the nineteenth century, European collection. Literally, I bumped into her. I was digging the Degas pastels of dancers and so was she. She stopped short to look at The Dance Master - you know the one where the old man with his walking stick is watching his students at the bar - and I cannoned right into her.

She stumbled forward and caught herself almost in a split! I actually fell down. A few people within a dozen paces looked around at the noise, then resumed their museum shuffle, unperturbed by our collision.

Finding I was unbroken, I rolled over and looked up at her. I had my mouth open to apologize and lost all train of thought.

Jolee was drop-dead gorgeous. Full stop. She looked like my deepest wet dream, in the flesh. And she looked down at me, her annoyance fading to a slight concern. You okay? she asked.

I nodded dumbly as I savored my first sight of her.

First off, she was tall. I’ve always loved tall women. Not amazons, but not short. I like to look a woman in the eye. And her hair - chestnut, and drawn back into two braids that looked long enough to kiss her ass. And that ass! Just the right width, mounted at the top of two of the sweetest gams I’d seen in a month of Monday’s. Above that, her slender waist, encased, as was the rest of her from mid-thigh to long neck, in a Kelly Green, knit shoulder-less dress. Long, slender, bare, tanned arms. Tennis arms. Graceful hands with well-manicured fingers.

Good enough already, right. But there were a few other features that set my willie singing and my heart fluttering. There were her eyes - a green to match that dress. There was her pert nose. There was that mouth, lipsticked and parted to ask if I was alright.

Are you alright? She