Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2008 15:24:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: (TG STORY)  A Hard Days Shopping.  Part 1

It had an amazing day, so relaxing! We spent our time over a leisurely
lunch, chatting and laughing as only two good friends can. Then the
afternoon was spent shopping. Some lingerie from a small shop, that had
raised no eye brows at two `girls' giggling over sexy underwear. Some
stockings, dark and sheer. A lacy matching pair of boy shorts, bra and
suspender belt. From Next you helped me select a dress; one you felt that
would show my figure of in a way to catch the eye. With my newly purchased
brunette wig awaiting me in my hotel room and shoes, I had a feeling Julie
would come to life this evening.

The journey back the hotel seemed to take for ever. The contents of my
shopping bags demanding they be worn and my stomach tingling with
anticipation, in a way unknown since my childhood Christmases.

We slipped into our adjoining rooms, where our female sides would be
allowed to be dressed and pampered.  Shower and then shaved. This was the
first time I had shaved my legs.  But also the first time I had shaved
around my man hood. I knew you were not expecting that treat and I hoped,
no I knew you, would be so very pleased. If I glad to claim a best feature,
my legs would take that honour and I hoped they would please you. My make
up was next and I remembered all the lessons you had given me. Foundation,
eye liner, lipstick neatly edged, and my nails.  I took Julies wig from its
box and know once that was on, Julie would be taking over. I adjusted it
and looked into the bathroom mirror. The face that looked back was pure
girl.. She smiled with an anticipation that her first night of love could
only bring.

I took my time to dress, enjoying the sensation of the nylon sliding up my
smooth legs. The red varnish visible through the dark mesh. I fiddled to
connect the clasps, a task I knew would be easier in the weeks ahead. The
breasts you had helped me select and the black bra made me feel as if I was
born a woman. The dress fitted as if tailored, how you had known my size so
well? Next a pair of heels we had picked together. I had practiced in them,
but now it was the real thing. I walked unsteady, but with each step
towards the adjoining door I felt my confidence grow and with each step the
ability to walk like as girl,

The adjoining door was shut, and on the other side awaited a night of
passion that would see me as your lover, for the first time. That would see
us as girl friends, and would bind me to you as only the offering of girls
virginity can.

I tapped gently on the door. Your soft girl's voice told me the door was
unlocked.. I opened it and slipped through. You looked up from the settee
where you sat, your impossibly long legs tucked back in a lady like way.
Your hair and make up were perfect and your dress pure sensuality.  Your
eyes ran from my shoes up to my hair, talking each part of my appearance
and knowing that it was all for you. That this was to be `our' special
night.

I walked over, feeling the nylon of my stocking brushing. The walk seemed
to last for ever as my eyes looked at the beautiful creature that awaited
me.

We sat said by side on the settee our stocking knees barely touching
sipping wine. The conversation was relaxed and we talked about the path
that had led us to this moment and place. The talk was easy but we both
sensed what we knew awaited us. I talked on, maybe nervous, but you leaned
in slowly, as your lips brushed mine. The conversation ceased as we kissed
tenderly. I could feel you hands encircle me, and pull me closer. Our
breasts touched and your tongue teased my lips. I could resist you no more
than a moth can the light, and my lips parted. I could feel your moist
tongue enter my mouth. My own tongue sought you out it to feel and sense
it. What can I say of that kiss but it was all I had anticipated, and my
arousal was testimony to that.

One hand remained round me still pulling me closer, and your other hand
sought my stocking knee. I could feel it touch and slide slowly along as my
legs yielded and parted. You slowed your path along my stocking thighs to
savour the moment and to tease me. My man hood throbbing with the
anticipation of your touch.

The kisses became filled with more passion and your fingers reached my
panties. I let out a moan as I felt you hand touch my silk encased arousal.
The pre cum making my situation evident to your touch. Your fingers sought
to release my me over the panties waist pant and they touched the wetness
that had seeped from in me. You withdrew your fingers and stopped kissing
me. You ran your finger over my lips so I could taste myself and so you
would savour me as we kissed again...

Your hand returned to its warm nest only just abandoned and I could feel
you letting me free of the satin prison. Your fingers stroked the shaft,
and I could feel myself starting to throb, your touch being like a gentle
electric current. Your fingers started to stroke the skin as I finally came
alive. My hands sought the same nest and you're stocking legs parted in
welcome. Your man hood was aroused and my inexperienced hands fumbled to
release it. The size, wetness and warmth of it were all I had anticipated.
But my attention was denied as you with drew my hands. A smile and I could
feel my dress being lifted and my arousal brought before your eyes. A
second smile and your red lips opened to allow your tongue to taste my wet
head, Then they parted as you admitted it into your wet mouth that sank
over it like a welcoming pussy. I could feel myself deep inside your mouth
and your tongue touching me as your fingers sought my balls. A few strokes
and a warm wet jet emitted from the head. You looked up and smile...Please
my darling you asked me, Show me how much you love me, as my hands sought
the hem of your dress...


My first attempt, maybe not as good as some authors on here but I hope at
least one reader enjoyed it.

Julie (pin121@yahoo.com)