Lesbian Female / 28
After A Side Trip With A Troll I'm Back Being A Lesbian
I got a degree in computer science and went to work for a regional transportation company. The supervisor assigned to me was a a woman in her thirties and I heard from other women that she had 'issues' and sometimes she took them out on you. I was in the middle of orientation and getting familiar with all the hardware, servers etc. Part of my job was to take down and server and then bring it back up. You do that in the server room.
I was up on a step ladder when I felt this hand go right up my thigh and grab my crotch. I looked down and it was my supervisor. She finished feeling me up and kissing me before I was allowed to finish bringing the server back up. That was her 'issue'. Why the other women didn't tell me that she was a lesbian I never found out.
I quit that job because, for one I had let her continue to feel me up and kiss me. I was embarrassed enough about it, but mostly I was going through trying to understand why I did that. Why did I let women kiss me, especially butch types. If anything I liked long hair, curves and pouty lips, classic lip stick lesbians.
The experience passed to my memory and I was working for an IT consultant company. I went to see a new client and evaluate their current set up before the discussions of what they needed. The IT guy there was all over me, I mean all over me. He wasn't any kind of Adonis, if anything an IT rat from the basement. I got kissed, sloppy trying to get away from him. He grabbed my tits, no feeling up there, just raw grab and he grabbed my crotch, pushing his finger up through my jeans. Somewhere between when he started and finished I had given up and let him get my pants down and I grabbed onto one of the towers and he fucked me.
I was thirty when I lost my virginity to a man. I wasn't able to break away from him. He became our client and I saw him often. I got nuzzled, kissed, felt up, fucked, and brought to my knees before him. Gone were the days of me fantasizing about some hot girl in a picture. I was having sex with this gross heavy set man who was my client. Remembering my first job and the butch lesbian feeling me up was nothing, I was now doing half of the sex act, if not initiating with not so subtle hints and grabbing his crotch if he got too close.
I quit my job and went to work for him. In the lion's den so to speak, where he had access to me twenty four seven. It crossed my mind many times that he never had so much access to a woman. His apartment was typically geek with thousands of dollars of computer equipment. I tried cleaning up one day and gave up, I couldn't touch anything. This affair lasted for months and months and didn't and wouldn't end. I finally worked up the nerve to quit and move out of there.
I work now in another city, have hooked up with my type of woman, and we play house and everything. She doesn't believe me that I was the grab bag for a troll from the basement. I can't explain it to her and I can't explain it to you. Just enough to know that he had something that overpowered me. For some reason if I close my eyes and remember, all I remember is the sex itself, not him really.
I'm healing if I can say that, with my now girlfriend. It is so nice to just be with her, to enjoy her company and of course the intimacy. Nothing dirty or gross about it.
I was up on a step ladder when I felt this hand go right up my thigh and grab my crotch. I looked down and it was my supervisor. She finished feeling me up and kissing me before I was allowed to finish bringing the server back up. That was her 'issue'. Why the other women didn't tell me that she was a lesbian I never found out.
I quit that job because, for one I had let her continue to feel me up and kiss me. I was embarrassed enough about it, but mostly I was going through trying to understand why I did that. Why did I let women kiss me, especially butch types. If anything I liked long hair, curves and pouty lips, classic lip stick lesbians.
The experience passed to my memory and I was working for an IT consultant company. I went to see a new client and evaluate their current set up before the discussions of what they needed. The IT guy there was all over me, I mean all over me. He wasn't any kind of Adonis, if anything an IT rat from the basement. I got kissed, sloppy trying to get away from him. He grabbed my tits, no feeling up there, just raw grab and he grabbed my crotch, pushing his finger up through my jeans. Somewhere between when he started and finished I had given up and let him get my pants down and I grabbed onto one of the towers and he fucked me.
I was thirty when I lost my virginity to a man. I wasn't able to break away from him. He became our client and I saw him often. I got nuzzled, kissed, felt up, fucked, and brought to my knees before him. Gone were the days of me fantasizing about some hot girl in a picture. I was having sex with this gross heavy set man who was my client. Remembering my first job and the butch lesbian feeling me up was nothing, I was now doing half of the sex act, if not initiating with not so subtle hints and grabbing his crotch if he got too close.
I quit my job and went to work for him. In the lion's den so to speak, where he had access to me twenty four seven. It crossed my mind many times that he never had so much access to a woman. His apartment was typically geek with thousands of dollars of computer equipment. I tried cleaning up one day and gave up, I couldn't touch anything. This affair lasted for months and months and didn't and wouldn't end. I finally worked up the nerve to quit and move out of there.
I work now in another city, have hooked up with my type of woman, and we play house and everything. She doesn't believe me that I was the grab bag for a troll from the basement. I can't explain it to her and I can't explain it to you. Just enough to know that he had something that overpowered me. For some reason if I close my eyes and remember, all I remember is the sex itself, not him really.
I'm healing if I can say that, with my now girlfriend. It is so nice to just be with her, to enjoy her company and of course the intimacy. Nothing dirty or gross about it.
