My first time with a trans girl in Bali.

I’m a 32 year old guy from Australia, just out of a long relationship that fizzled out. Booked a solo trip to Bali to clear my head. Beaches, sun, no schedule. Landed, rented a scooter, settled in Seminyak at a decent villa near the good spots.

A few nights later I went to Potato Head Beach Club for sunset drinks. Crowd was lively, music thumping softly, everyone in swimwear. I was at the bar when she walked past. Tall, long dark hair, golden skin, sharp beautiful features that hinted at mixed background. She moved with real confidence. Sheer cover-up over a black bikini, and I spotted some sexy tattoos right away: a delicate cherry blossom sleeve winding up one arm, small geometric lines along her ribs, and a serpent curving down her hip and disappearing under the fabric. Stunning.

She ordered next to me, caught me looking, smiled and said something like “You look like you’re taking it all in.” Soft accent, warm and teasing. Her name was Maya. Brazilian dad, Japanese mum, freelance designer bouncing around Asia. We talked easily about travel, hidden beaches, how she loved the buzz of Seminyak but needed quiet mornings sometimes. Flirting kicked in quick. She laughed at my dumb jokes, touched my arm, leaned close. I had this nagging feeling she might be trans. Something in her vibe, the way she carried herself, a subtle edge to her voice. Not obvious, just there. I wasn’t positive, and it didn’t matter. I’d always been open minded, curious about the idea, especially now that I was single and ready to try new things.

When she suggested we leave and go to her place nearby, I said yes straight away.

We walked the beach path to her villa, small and stylish with a glowing pool. Inside she poured wine, we sat on the daybed outside. Kissing started slow then got hungry. Hands everywhere. When she guided my hand under her cover-up I felt her hard through the bikini. Thick and ready. My heart pounded. This confirmed what I’d half-guessed, and it only turned me on more.

She paused, looked at me searchingly. “You good with everything?”

I didn’t say anything. Just smiled, leaned in, and kissed her deeply, slow and sure, letting my hand slide lower to stroke her through the fabric. That was my answer.

She smiled against my lips, relieved and turned on. “Got it.”

She peeled off the coverup and bikini top. Small firm breasts. Then the bottoms. Her cock was shorter but really thick and girthy, maybe 5 to 6 inches, standing straight up, smooth and shaved. The serpent tattoo framed it perfectly. I got my shorts off too. We both looked down and laughed a little because our cocks were almost identical in size. Mine a bit longer maybe, hers noticeably thicker. It felt oddly equal, hot in a weird way.

We kept making out while stroking each other. Everything felt charged. She whispered “Want to taste me?” I nodded. She shifted up, guided herself to my mouth. I took her in slowly. Warm, salty, filling. She moaned softly, fingers in my hair, encouraging me gently.

After a bit she went down on me. Her mouth was unreal, deep and wet. I was close fast. She stopped just in time, grinning.

Then things got a little confusing in the best way. She reached for a condom and lube. We both paused, kind of looking at each other like, okay who’s doing what here? I’d assumed she’d top since she was hard and ready, but she hadn’t said anything definitive. I was rock hard too, and part of me wondered if she wanted me to take the lead. There was this charged moment of uncertainty, both of us breathing heavy, smiling awkwardly.

I broke it first. “I want you inside me,” I said. “If that’s okay.”

Her eyes lit up. “Fuck yes. Been wanting that.”

She nudged me onto my back, pushed my knees up gently. Then she leaned down, spread me open with her hands, and went straight for my ass with her tongue. Slow circles at first, teasing the rim, then pressing in deeper, wet and warm, flicking and probing until I was gripping the sheets and moaning loud. She took her time, rimming me thoroughly, getting me slick and loose, every lick making me twitch and push back against her face. I was shaking by the time she pulled away, hole relaxed and ready, practically begging.

She added a bit more lube to her fingers anyway, working one then two inside me slow and patient until I was arching, whispering for more. When she finally pressed the thick head of her cock against me, the stretch was intense at first. Burned sweet, then melted into pure pleasure as she sank in deeper, inch by thick inch. So full, pressure hitting every spot perfectly. She started thrusting steady, controlled. I wrapped my legs around her waist, hands gripping her back, tracing those tattoos under my fingers.

She stroked my cock in time with her hips. It built quick. I came hard, spilling over my stomach while she kept fucking me through the waves. She groaned deep a minute later and buried herself fully, finishing inside the condom.

We collapsed, laughing breathlessly. Showered together after, her soaping my back, kissing my neck. She asked if I wanted to stay the night. Obviously I did.

We spent the next few days together. Beach hangs, food spots, more nights like the first. She headed to Thailand eventually, but we still message sometimes.

Bali turned into way more than a break. That little moment of confusion about who would top, realizing how similar we were in size, her tongue opening me up right before she slid in, it all made the whole thing feel even hotter and more real.

Anyone else have a first time where the roles weren’t immediately clear? Or a holiday hookup that surprised you?