I awoke to the first hint of sunlight peeking through the curtain.  The faint scent of strawberries?  Hmmm....oh yes, Aly's shampoo.  I glanced down to see her head on my chest.  As she slept, I could feel the warmth of her breath falling softly on my breasts.  Pinky's legs were intertwined with my own, and her arm was stretched across my waist.  I ran my fingers slowly through her hair, and she stirred slightly before settling back to her slumber.  I began to think back to last night.  As I probed further into the previous evening's mist, I smiled softly as I remembered just how the three of us came to be in this particular position on this particular morning....

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"Alyssa?"

In the crowd around the baggage claim area, I had already spotted the girl I thought was Alyssa.  Of course, I couldn't be sure, but then again, I was sure.  She turned away from the crowd, and I saw her eyes widened for a second.  Then her face broke out in a beautiful smile.

 "Jenny!"

I sat down my bag and purse and we embraced.  Alyssa and I had never actually met, but we already knew each other so well.  The wonders of the internet chat room.  I felt the warmth of her petite body press against mine as we stood there together in our own private moment, in the midst of the hurried rush of people all around us.  We smiled into each other's eyes.  I touched my finger to her cheek.

"Well.  I can't believe we are finally meeting!  It's so lovely to finally meet you in person!"  Alyssa beamed back at me.

"Call me Aly.  Anyway, let me help you with that, and we can catch a taxi to our hotel."

I surrendered my carry-on bag to her, shifted my purse to my shoulder, and turned to grab my rolling suitcase.  We strolled out of the busy airport, conscious of more than a few pair of eyes on us.  Two stylish girls in typical summer attire for the season; tight cotton camisoles that accented our feminine curves so well, short skirts, and strappy heels that showed off our long tanned legs.  Both of us walked along silently, smiling inwardly at the secret that only the two of us shared about what was underneath.

As I mentioned before, Aly and I had met in a chat room.  It wasn't your ordinary sex chat room, but a chatroom catering to cross dressers, transgendered, and transexual "gurls".  Early on, we discovered that we shared quite a few of the same interests, primarily the love of being all things feminine.  Then a rare opportunity for me to travel overseas on business just happened to coincide with Aly's vacation.  Things just sort of fell into place, took a life of their own, and so, here we were.

The taxi ride to the hotel was a mixture of excited, girly chatter and short awkward pauses where neither of us knew what to say exactly.  We had known each other for so long, but there was still so much we didn't know.  I'm sure the taxi driver had no idea what was going on, even as I took Aly's hand in mine as we rode along.

We arrived at the hotel that we had booked as soon as we knew we would be able to meet.  Aly had arrived a little earlier than I, and had already checked in.  We rode the elevator in silence up to our floor.  Aly opened the door.  It was a lovely room, with a king sized bed, and a breathtaking view of the river and the city skyline in the distance.  I imagined at sunset the view alone would be worth the price of the room. 

"Oh Aly, its just wonderful!"

I heard the door close behind me.  I turned to her, and we were finally alone.  For a fleeting moment, both of us seemed to have that slight hesitation, the nervousness and insecurity that comes with hoping you are what the other person was expecting.  Then came the soft smiles, the warm embrace, and the tender, erotic, feminine kiss.  We were like little girls that had gotten exactly what they wanted for Christmas, and wanted the moment to last forever.  Alys hands were on my breasts, and my fingers slid underneath her skirt and along her inner thighs.  We moaned into each others mouths, kissing, fondling, and finally just giggling like schoolgirls.  I held her in my arms, and smiled broadly.

"Oh honey, I haven't even unpacked yet!"  Both of us were soon laughing, and reluctantly released each other so that I could get settled in.  Besides, we both knew one of the fantasies we shared was to go out together, shopping for sexy clothes and shoes, being together in a place that both of us knew that we could be the girls we wanted to be.  

We stood side by side at the bathroom mirror, touching up our makeup, reapplying lipstick, checking our hair until it was just so.  I smiled at her, she smiled back at me.  

"Ready?" I asked her, knowing that this was just as big a deal for her as it was for me.

"As ready as I will ever be." She replied, giving me a nervous smile, but a smile that I knew was determined to make her dreams come true.

We strolled through th hotel lobby, and just for fun, I reached over and graabbed Aly's hand.  She looked almost shocked at first, but then came the look that told me that we were both past the point of no return.  I saw her head raise a little higher, her back a little straighter, and then two very hot girls walked hand in hand out of the hotel to the secret glances of more than a few men, and jealous glances of more than a few wives.

After a short taxi ride, we arrived in the shopping district that the city was so well known for.  So many shops, so many lovely clothes, so many shoes to try on.  And we did our best to look in every single one of them!  The first lingerie store we visited was like heaven.  I would hold something up, and Aly would giggle and shake her head, and I would laugh and quickly return it to the rack.  I would hold something else up, and she would get quiet and I could see her breath deepen ever so slightly.  Those items I held onto.  I did the same for her, and soon we had armfuls of sexy things that needed to be tried on.  The dressing rooms were tiny, but there was no question that we were going in together!

Aly stood in front of me.  "Well, what do you think?"

I took in the sight of her in the pink corset and matching pink thong.  "God, Aly...you're beautiful!"  I was in the process of snapping a jade green bra on, with a matching frilly panty that made me feel 100% woman.  I moved to her and pressed my lips against hers.  We kissed for a moment, our bodies moving against one another, until I lost my balance and fell against the wall.  Aly burst into laughter, and soon we heard the stern voice of the older saleslady on the other side of the curtain.

"Ladies, is everything ok in there?"

I looked up at Aly, and she looked back at me, and we both lost it.

"Umm....yes ma'am...everything is just fine..." I blurted out between giggles.  I doubt that we convinced the saleslady, but we soon heard her footsteps retreating.

The shoe stores were just as much fun.  But my little panties were already wet from seeing Aly trying on all this sexy lingerie and sexy heels.  The looks she was giving me back indicated that she pretty much felt the same.  In one of the last ones we visited, a salesman appeared; the most gorgeous black man I had ever seen.  He had a swimmers body, tight and toned, but not grossly over developed like a body builder.  I also noticed a very large lump in his pants that seemed to grow just a little as he took in our long, slim legs.  I watched as he helped Aly tried on a pair of open toed pink pumps that looked amazing on her.  The 6" stilleto heel would be murder to try and walk in, but they looked perfect on her.  I could see that he was doing everything he could to steal a glimpse up her skirt as well, and I didn't want to miss the look on his face when he succeeded.  I gave Aly a little wink and a slight nod of my head.  She smiled devilishly back at me, and parted her thighs just a bit.  The poor man almost swallowed his tongue!  I figured at that point, having seen our little "secrets", that he was no longer interested in these two "girls", but just the opposite was true.  He fell all over himself trying to keep us there, retrieving pair after pair of shoes that Aly and I had no intention of buying, but the sport of giving him flashes as we tried them on was just too juicy to resist!  

Soon it was time to go however, and the poor boy looked downcast.  Aly looked at me, and I looked at her.  She nodded imperceptibly.  I leaned over to the horny salesman.

"Honey, she will take the pink pumps, and I will take the black stilettos with the ankle cuff that you were so kind to show me.  Now, when do you have a break?"  He looked at me in amazement, stuttered a little, glanced at his watch, and began to sweat.

"Ummm....actually I'm due for one now."

"Good.  If you will be so kind to box these up and hold them at the checkout counter, my friend and I will meet you in the ladies room in the back in 30 seconds.  Don't be late, dear..."  I batted my eyelashes at him, and he practically ran to the front of the store with our shoes.  I took Alys hand and we slipped into the rear store room, and found the ladies room.  We giggled and kissed until we heard a soft knock on the door.  Aly let him in, and I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward me.  Aly locked the door behind him, and we both sank to our knees.

He moaned as I undid his trousers, and Aly eased his zipper down.  As we lowered his briefs, his cock sprang into view, and both Aly and I let out a soft gasp.

"Oh my...."  I purred as I ran a finger along his length.  Aly used her fingers to fondle his cum filled balls, and I heard him moan.  I winked at Aly, and held his gorgeous cock to her mouth.  I saw her pink lips part, and his enormous mushroom head vanished into her warm, wet mouth.  I heard Aly moan as well, and I smiled that two people could both take so much pleasure from being on either end of such an erotic act.  My own mouth moved down to his ball sack, and I began to kiss, lick, and suck anything I could get my lips on.  Aly had her hands between her legs, and I gently put my hand on hers, and then moved hers out of the way.  I felt her little clitty so erect, and my fingers closed around it as I began to pleasure her slowly.

I felt her own hand moving up under my skirt, and shuddered slightly as her fingers found my own special place.I sighed and moved my way up the underside of his cock, until Aly and I were kissing each other with his swollen knob between our lips.  The way he was moaning, I knew he wouldn't last much longer, and I wanted Aly all to myself when she came.  I gently moved her hand off me, as I let go of her.  We then concentrated on him; two pair of lips, two mouths, four hands all moving on his cock.  Several times Aly's tongue slipped into my mouth, and we shared the salty sweet taste of his precum.  I took his cock in my mouth and formed an erotic "O" with my lips, sliding wetly and slowly down the entire length and back up again.  Then it was Aly's turn to do the same.  Over and over we repeated this, until the poor boy's legs began to shake.  I circled my fingers around his thick black cock and stroked him into Aly's mouth.  He moaned as I felt his cock swell in my hands.  I felt the sperm race up the underside of his shaft, and heard Aly squeal the cutest little girl squeal as her mouth was flooded with his arousal.  I continued to pump him as he squirted over and over into her hot little mouth.

 When he was finished, he pulled back and slumped against the door.  I moved to Aly and our lips met.  As my tongue slipped between her lips, I could taste his load that she held in her mouth just for the two of us to share.  We held each other and savored the cummy kiss until we lost all track of time.  A sudden knock on the door pulled us back from our fantasy.  The salesman was zipping up his pants, a look of embarrasment on his face.  Aly and I stood up and both of us kissed him on the cheek.  He opened the door, and all three of us paraded out past the impatient mother and her little daughter that was about to pee in her pants.

Aly and I practically fell into the taxi as we collapsed onto each other laughing hysterically.  Between giggles, I managed to give the driver the address for the club we were headed to.  The adventure with the shoe salesman was something that I had hoped Aly would go along with, but I never dreamed she would go along so willingly.  I had always sensed that Aly just needed a tiny bit of encouragement to become the girl she always wanted to be, just as I had been just two short years ago.  I was only too happy to give her that little extra push into the pool of her fantasies, and now that she had taken the plunge, she acted like she was ready to swim with the sharks!  We kissed and fondled each other in the back of the taxi, and I'm sure the young man driving was getting an eyeful.  But at the moment, my thoughts were on Aly, and the surprise that I had in store for her.

The club was a nice one that catered to all types, but was also known to be friendly to girls like us.   It had a nice dance floor, and had a reputation for good times and good food, both of which we were looking for.  I glanced at my watch several times, and Aly even once asked me if I had to be somewhere else.  I smiled mischievously, told her nothing, and kept an eye on the dance floor.  Suddenly, a broad smile crossed my face.

"Come on, Aly...time to dance!"  She looked up at me uncertainly.  I grabbed her hand, but I'm not sure she was as enthusiastic to dance as I was.  Now, I'm no great dancer, but I have no problem making a fool out of myself from time to time.  But I had to remind myself that Aly had not been "out of the house" as much as I had been.  But I knew things that Aly didn't, so I urged her to the dance floor against her protests, as it was all part of my master plot.  We began to dance, a little awkwardly at first, but soon noticed that no one in particular was paying attention to our less than perfect dance skills.  As we danced, I pointed out a girl in the middle of the floor.  She was slight of build, with nice dancer's legs on display between her short mini-skirt and killer stilettos.  She moved with the air of someone that knew what they were doing, could get lost in the moment of doing it, and could care less what anyone thought about it.  The kind of person you fall for instantly. 

"Oh my god, Jenny, look at her!"  Aly gushed.  "She's such a great dancer...she moves so erotically."  I knew Aly would notice her, as I had taken care to position ourselves near her on the floor.  I winked at Aly, and moved myself closer to the object of our attention.  I made eye contact with her, and as the music continued to pulse, so did my heart.  We began to circle one another, putting our best and most erotic moves on display.  Soon, we touched...briefly...but it was like an electric shock running through me.  I allowed my hand to run along her arm and shoulder as she moved to the music.  Then, we backed into each other, and I felt her hand slide along my thigh.  I began to hear a few whistles and encouraging, semi-lewd remarks, as two girls dancing together always brings the horny fantasies of boys to the surface.  We faced each other and began to grind our bodies against each other, always keeping eye contact, making love with our clothes on, the way dancers do. 

Soon the pulse stopped, and was replaced by a simmering number that had everyone slow dancing.  We stood facing each other, both breathing a little heavy, from the dance and other things.  She leaned forward and kissed me.   I whispered in her ear.  She turned and looked straight at Aly, who had stopped dancing and was just watching us.  We moved to either side of Aly, and began to move and sway to the slow beat.  I leaned in and kissed Aly on the lips, then moved back.  Our erotic stranger moved in and whispered into Aly's ear.  I saw Aly's eyes go wide and her mouth fall open.

Pinky was a dear friend who I had met online in the same manner as I had met Aly.  The kind of person that could be your friend, confidant, sister, lover, and soul mate all at the same time.  Indeed, I was only one of many that had fallen for her.  Meeting up with her was like a dream come true, and since this was a trip designed for exactly that purpose, it seemed only fitting that Pinky should join Aly and me.

We both assisted Aly back to our table, as her knees had suddenly become a little wobbly.  I worried that my surprise had been too much for the poor girl, but she recovered quickly from her initial shock.  Pinky and I smiled at each other, and soon the three of us were lost in our girly conversation.  Aly was delighted that Pinky and I had worked all this out in advance, and simply beamed when Pinky told her that she had already been to the hotel and moved her things into our room.  It was turning out to be a trip where the memories would last us a lifetime.

Update 5/30/13

It was no surprise that Pinky would be the first one hit on.  Her earlier moves on the dance floor had turned more than a few heads.  Several handsome young men asked her to dance, and she was more than happy to oblige.  At the moment, she and tall, blonde, male model type were getting about as nasty on the dance floor as two people can without removing their clothing.  Aly had apparently lost her inhibitions as well, and at the moment was grinding her ass up against a large, muscular black man.  His tight shirt revealed that he could probably lift all three of us overhead with only one hand.  His tight pants indicated that little Aly might later be in for the ride of her young life.  I smiled to myself as I saw the pleasure on their faces.  I loved seeing two of my favorite people in the whole world dressed up and ‘out' like this, remembering that it was not so long ago that this evening would have been nothing more than idle fantasy for any of us.  My daydream was interrupted suddenly as a somewhat older, professional type approached me, and asked me to dance.

He took me by the hand, and led me out to the sea of bodies.  Aly smiled over at me with a kind of glazed expression that let me know that Mr. Tight Shirt was the one she was holding on to for the evening.  Pinky was totally into her dance with Model Guy, and some of the moves they were putting on each other almost made even me blush.  Several couples had slowed down just to watch them; the men with horny stares, and their dates with barely-concealed jealousy.  I smiled up at my partner, who looked dashing with his black hair, with just a tiny bit of gray around the temples.  His skin had a lovely olive tone, and his features hinted at a Latin or perhaps Mediterranean background.  He gave the impression that he was a man of means, sure of himself, as well as his ability to please his lady.  I liked him immediately.

"Hello, my name is Luis."  It came out in the most beautiful accent.  My knees went weak almost immediately.

"It's so very nice to meet you, Luis.  I'm Jenny."  The music changed to something slower, which was more my style anyway.  We began to dance together, silently taking in each other as our bodies moved in unison. 

"You and your friends...you are here on holiday?"  He nodded his head toward Aly and Pinky.  Aly had both her arms around Mr. Tight Shirt's neck, and it was difficult to see if they were dancing or he was just carrying her around the dance floor.  Pinky was backed up to Model Guy, eyes closed, and I saw his hands roaming all over her.  I stifled a giggle.

"Yes, we are here on holiday...a very special holiday."  He smiled down at me.

"You are all three so very beautiful, and so full of fun.  It is nice to see visitors come here and enjoy themselves."  I raised my eyebrow and looked up at him.  "So, you live here? "

He grinned. "Yes, you could say that.  That is, I have a home here, among other places.  At the moment, my business requires that I stay here for a period of time...so, yes...I live here.  Perhaps at the end of the evening, you and your friends might like to join me at my villa?  I assure you, the view of the harbor at night is quite lovely to see."  I raised my other eyebrow at that.

"Oh my, you are a smooth one, Luis!  We will see.  However, from the looks of things, my friends may have plans of their own."  He looked over and saw that Pinky and Aly were both still having the time of their lives.

"But of course.  Anyway, the invitation is open.  And if the two of them desire to invite their new friends, well, that is perfectly acceptable as well."  Well.  Things certainly do move faster here than at home!

The song was over, and we moved to the table.  I noticed that Pinky and Aly were both leading their men back as well.  It looked like it was time for some introductions.  One by one we all introduced ourselves.  Aly's friend was Pierre, and if he looked muscular on the dance floor, he looked as if he had been chiseled from stone up close.  Pinky's friend introduced himself with some long European name I didn't quite catch, but then just smiled his "magazine cover" smile and said to call him Fritz.  I introduced them all to Luis, and even though we had all just met, we began to carry on conversations in the most natural way.

As the evening wore on, we began to dance less and chat more.  It was becoming apparent that the three of us ladies had not had a tremendous amount of experience dancing in high heels, and it was beginning to show.  Luis repeated his offer to see the city from his home.  I looked at Pinky and Aly, and both nodded their silent approval.  Aly looked hopefully at Pierre, Fritz and Pinky shared a look, and it was decided that we should carry the party to Chez Luis...

To be continued....