All I Want To Is That Perfect Girl

I made money as a topless dancer from 19 to 21. I enjoyed walking around topless, guys staring, but not touching. Other girls told me they liked it too. Sure, we did it for the money but it would be a lie to deny I like breasts, I love brown nipples, I like breasts that are bigger than my hands, breasts and a pretty face are a killer combination. I never liked men, not a memory of ever wanting to touch or be touched by a man. But many memories of girl classmates, jealousies, obsessions, tight pants, cleavage, poky nipples in a sweater. I danced topless because I wanted to be around other girls.

I first touched a breast when I was 13 and she was 13. I sucked her nipple. My tingle tingled. I fist put my fingers on a girl's sweet pussy at 15, I kissed her there, ran my tongue up and down her slit. She was 17, a girl from church. She sat on the couch with her legs open for a long time, letting me touch, kiss, smell, finger her, while I kissed she held her hand on my head. My first pussy.

I got into dancing because I was obsessed with tits, and showing off my tits. I got a lot out of men seeing my tits, but I got more out of seeing other girl's tits.

I had to do something, I was eating this girl pretty regularly and she said we should go to Florida and we got jobs in Orlando as cocktail waitresses, cleavage means tips. She and I were really friends with benefits. I need a pretty face, nice tits, easy character, clean, no smoking, no hangups about being gay. In other words a nice girl to take home to mama.

I am not asking too much.