Rights Of Passage And All That Stuff

during my summer break I got a job working for a friend of my mom's. my job was helping with flower arrangements in her flower store. of course she taught me and i worked on arrangements that i was able to do. there was this wedding and all the flower arrangements for the tables were alike and that is what i had to work on that week. i was learning a useful skill.

now to the part of why i am writing this. the woman was always really nice to me and she patted me on the back or put her arm around my shoulder to encourage me. a couple of those pats were on my butt. i got several kisses on the cheek. and several comments as to how beautiful i was and i was going to grow up to be a real hot little number. one day i was wearing a polo top and a sheer bra. i wasn't one of those girls who had to wear a bra. but as anyone that has ever been in a flower shop knows, the temperature is always kept on cold. my nipples were poking out. I tried to keep my shoulders hunched but after a while i just went around with my headlights on. she pinched one of my nipples.

it was at that time that she asked me if my little clit was hard, because some girls got hard little clits when they got hard nipples. i knew about my little clit, i was friendly with my little clit, but i had never been asked about my little clit. not till she asked me that day. her hand was cold when she put it between my legs. i was in shorts, maybe my shorts were too short because her hand was cold against the insides of my thighs. she knew exactly where to look for my clit, and rubbed me really hard. 'girls usually like this' and she kissed me full on the lips.

right then she really looked like a woman. her breasts were big for her frame and she wore relatively tight pants for a woman her age. holding my hand she put my hand between her legs and told me to rub her clit for her. she was rubbing me pretty hard by then, and kissing me, holding my hand with other hand between her legs. lightening struck and i had my first true orgasm, up to them it was all make believe, this time i felt like i couldn't stand anymore and she had to hold me up, with a few 'poor little girls' she kissed me gently on the lips and the cheeks and held me between her boobs.

i became embarrassed right then. embarrassed to the point of not being able to look her in the eye. by the time she let me step back from her embrace i was fully conscious of what had happened. no amount of 'shsh' was helping. this woman had kissed me on the lips, had felt me up and i had an orgasm. my hands trembled i couldn't hold the flowers to make the arrangements. she stood behind me, pulling me to her with her hands on my shoulders consoling me. she kept talking about me having my first girl moment and i should be proud.

i tried to get my mother to let me quit but i got a lesson in having to stick it out even when a job is boring. for the rest of the summer i got kissed, embraced, her boobs pressed against my back, her fingers twisting my nipples, her hand between my legs. i touched her clit for real, inside her pants. and she touched my clit for real inside my pants. i found out what getting wet really means and i found out what another woman's real wet pussy feels like. i was never able to bring myself to really eat her, she held my head hard against her, i had to fight to keep my nose clear so i could breathe, but she really ate me and i had more than one orgasm when she did.

I finished growing up and went off to college and stuff. it is only at night when i'm alone with my dildo fred between my legs that i slip off and dream of that summer while i play with my little clit and bring myself to have an orgasm. which is never like the one i had that first time leaning against the arrangement table in the back of the flower shop and her hand between my legs.