Lesbian Female / 23
After I graduated from college with a masters in Marketing, I got a job working for a high end retailer. Part of my job, learning the various departments, was in lingerie. That evening, around 8:30 a very stylish young woman came in. She was pretty, and very well dressed, tall and slim, and very athletic. She asked me to help her with a bra, she said the one she had hurt at the end of the day and she felt that the other girl hadn't sized her right. After talking with her and measuring her, I got several different bras and took them to the dressing room and asked her to try then on.
She asked me to step into the dressing room with her, she didn't feel comfortable stepping out with only her bra on for me to make sure the fit was right. She took off her shirt and bra, her breasts were perfect, almost picture perfect, I like to think I gazed on her, but really I stared at her breasts they were so beautiful. She let me look for a long time until she lifted my face with her hand, so soft and gentle against my face, and said something like let's try the first one.
She put it on and we adjusted the straps, and she said ok let's try the second one, again she stood and let me look, she brushed my face and told me I could touch them if I wanted, it was ok. She lifted my hand and put it on her breast and told me it was ok if I gave her a little squeeze. I must have looked embarrassed, but as she softly touched my face, she said it was ok, she didn't like boys. After a moment I took my hand away, but she grabbed it again and pressed it against her breast and held it tight. With her other hand she reached my breast and touched it and squeezed it and asked me to do the same. Again she said she did not like boys.
We finally tried on the second bra and she said she didn't like it and we tried on the third, sized it and she said she would take the fist and the third. As she stood there again with her naked breasts, she caressed my face and asked me if I liked girls. I told her no, not really, and she said yes, 'yes really, you are all about girls'. She continued to caress my face and pulled my face forward until her breast was right in front of me and asked me to kiss her, to show her what a breast really meant, to kiss her like I would like to have my breast kissed.
She finished by kissing me on the mouth and telling me that she would like me to caress and kiss her breasts whenever I liked, that she thought I was beautiful, very beautiful, and that is the reason she walked over to my session, to meet me. That she wanted to kiss me, and show me how much she liked me. She gave me her name and phone number and told me to call her, to go out with her, to get to know her. When she paid she kept her hand on my mine and made me promise to call her.
I waited three weeks before calling, when she answered she was upset that I had waited so long. We agreed to meet at this small bar in her neighborhood, she told me to catch a cab because parking was so bad. At the bar she introduced me to a couple of friends and we went away to talk. She continuously caressed my face, I just let her like I did in the dressing room. After we ordered to eat we talked about her and she told me that she wasn't really forward, but she had to start somewhere and she could see I was reserved. She knew from the moment that she saw me that I liked girls, at least that is what she thought. She liked girls but didn't admit it until recently, not publically but to herself and to me. She asked me this time to confirm that I liked girls.
I told her the truth, I didn't know, I had never thought about it. She asked me if I liked her breasts, and I said yes, they were so beautiful, they were the most beautiful breasts I had seen on a real person. She said she wanted to see my breasts, not right then, later when we were alone. If I would go home with her.
I let her lead me, I didn't know how to start. We first got naked together so we could look at each other. She was beautiful, perfect. She took my hand and put it between her legs and reached between my legs. She leaned over for a kiss. The she led me to the bed and we lay down and caressed each other, she told me it was time for the piece de resistance, and she helped me open my legs and she went down on me. She then offered herself to me. We ended up in a hot embrace discovering everything about each other.
When we stopped, we looked at each other and she asked me again if I liked girls, if I liked her. I said yes I liked her but that I didn't know if I liked girls. She assured me that I did.
Then she said that she wanted me to wear the pants and she would wear the ring, she was more comfortable if I took the lead, to make love to her, to look after her, and she would be there for me.
I do like girls, I know that now, and I do like her, and I take care of her and she takes care of me.
She asked me to step into the dressing room with her, she didn't feel comfortable stepping out with only her bra on for me to make sure the fit was right. She took off her shirt and bra, her breasts were perfect, almost picture perfect, I like to think I gazed on her, but really I stared at her breasts they were so beautiful. She let me look for a long time until she lifted my face with her hand, so soft and gentle against my face, and said something like let's try the first one.
She put it on and we adjusted the straps, and she said ok let's try the second one, again she stood and let me look, she brushed my face and told me I could touch them if I wanted, it was ok. She lifted my hand and put it on her breast and told me it was ok if I gave her a little squeeze. I must have looked embarrassed, but as she softly touched my face, she said it was ok, she didn't like boys. After a moment I took my hand away, but she grabbed it again and pressed it against her breast and held it tight. With her other hand she reached my breast and touched it and squeezed it and asked me to do the same. Again she said she did not like boys.
We finally tried on the second bra and she said she didn't like it and we tried on the third, sized it and she said she would take the fist and the third. As she stood there again with her naked breasts, she caressed my face and asked me if I liked girls. I told her no, not really, and she said yes, 'yes really, you are all about girls'. She continued to caress my face and pulled my face forward until her breast was right in front of me and asked me to kiss her, to show her what a breast really meant, to kiss her like I would like to have my breast kissed.
She finished by kissing me on the mouth and telling me that she would like me to caress and kiss her breasts whenever I liked, that she thought I was beautiful, very beautiful, and that is the reason she walked over to my session, to meet me. That she wanted to kiss me, and show me how much she liked me. She gave me her name and phone number and told me to call her, to go out with her, to get to know her. When she paid she kept her hand on my mine and made me promise to call her.
I waited three weeks before calling, when she answered she was upset that I had waited so long. We agreed to meet at this small bar in her neighborhood, she told me to catch a cab because parking was so bad. At the bar she introduced me to a couple of friends and we went away to talk. She continuously caressed my face, I just let her like I did in the dressing room. After we ordered to eat we talked about her and she told me that she wasn't really forward, but she had to start somewhere and she could see I was reserved. She knew from the moment that she saw me that I liked girls, at least that is what she thought. She liked girls but didn't admit it until recently, not publically but to herself and to me. She asked me this time to confirm that I liked girls.
I told her the truth, I didn't know, I had never thought about it. She asked me if I liked her breasts, and I said yes, they were so beautiful, they were the most beautiful breasts I had seen on a real person. She said she wanted to see my breasts, not right then, later when we were alone. If I would go home with her.
I let her lead me, I didn't know how to start. We first got naked together so we could look at each other. She was beautiful, perfect. She took my hand and put it between her legs and reached between my legs. She leaned over for a kiss. The she led me to the bed and we lay down and caressed each other, she told me it was time for the piece de resistance, and she helped me open my legs and she went down on me. She then offered herself to me. We ended up in a hot embrace discovering everything about each other.
When we stopped, we looked at each other and she asked me again if I liked girls, if I liked her. I said yes I liked her but that I didn't know if I liked girls. She assured me that I did.
Then she said that she wanted me to wear the pants and she would wear the ring, she was more comfortable if I took the lead, to make love to her, to look after her, and she would be there for me.
I do like girls, I know that now, and I do like her, and I take care of her and she takes care of me.
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