Lesbian Female / 38
A Lucky Trip And New Experience And All I Can Say Is I Like It
I won a cruise at a company team building function. It was limited in scope and time and after not being able to get off enough days and not lining up anyone to go with me, I opted for a four day cruse to Mexico and back.
Traveling alone has never been an issue for me, I travel often for business. But this wasn't business, it was vacation. Not only for me, but for everyone else on board. I am not a babe, never was. I'm what you call a milk cow, overweight a bit, and self conscious. I have never been able to get comfortable with my breasts. I walked out to the pool area, in shorts and shirt, and walked around noticing that there wasn't the scene I expected. Beautiful people. Everyone was a bit overweight and wore one piece bathing suits and the men were to say the least pot bellied. Some women were pretty endowed, huge milk cow breasts, which they swung around with plenty of cleavage.
Why that attracted me I don't know. But all those women, larger women, in bathing suits, their large breasts, got my attention. I decided to throw caution to the winds, and returned to the pool in a bathing suit. I got into the pool and held onto the edge, my breasts floating in front of me. It felt good. Always aware of men staring, in the pool I was the one staring, and I caught the eyes of a woman. After a while she floated over and said hi, we talked a little, she was there with a group of friends, and discovering I was traveling alone she invited me to join them, the more the merrier.
She invited me to that night's mixer, for the LGBT crowd. I held my breath and didn't burb out that I wasn't LGBT. But those breasts, floating in front of me, and my breasts which grabbed her attention. I was alone, no one knew me. I said thanks. That night in the dinning room I was sat alone. She came up and asked me to join their table, four women who were about as obvious a group of lesbians I had ever seen face to face. She sat me beside her. She touched my hand, She asked me for my cabin number. She told me she would stop by on the way up to the mixer.
She wore shorts, tight. She wore a spaghetti strap cotton top, no bra. Her nipples fighting the fabric, the sides of her breasts fighting to be let loose. She told me to lose the bra, let those puppies out, let's have fun. I was uncomfortable, but everyone was there was dressed to show. Tight pants, breasts out and about. Women kissing, dancing, holding hands. One woman mouthing another one, her hand under her top. Somewhere else were the gay men, I didn't notice. I was being kissed. A hand searching between my legs.
That night in my small cabin, my breasts out to the world, her breasts in my face we were kissing and touching and she wanted to eat out. Her mouth was hot and her tongue penetrated me, I hadn't been fucked in so long, and here she was fucking me with her tongue. I ate pussy, two women in their late thirties, big milk cow women, eating pussy, kissing, grabbing those bountiful breasts, rolling all over each other, fingering, achieving orgasms. It was sex for sex' sake. We laid in our thoughts, naked and breathing hard. Our milk cow breasts rising and falling. Oh, those big brown nipples. I had to kiss her.
Four nights, four nights of nothing but raw sex. And some raw sex in the afternoon. Bathing in the swimming pool, our breasts floating and touching in the water. The LGBT mixers every night a chance to just lay back, kiss and dance together. Oh, those small women, flat chested women, pretending that they could carry it off. And those butch and dykes eating them up. I could only imagine how their pussies were being abused. In the meantime, me and my new friend, a dyke herself, worked for the State in Human Resources, happy to have found a new girlfriend for the trip.
I'm not gay, I'm not a lesbian. I'm a milk cow breasted woman who needed a little diversion in my life. And why not with a woman who was proud of her breasts and wanted me to show my off so the other women could see that she had landed a prize on the trip. Almost a week of spending time with nothing but lesbians, on a trip to have fun, to find a lose catch to eat out.
I went to Austin the other weekend and she took me around the gay scene, a few young college types, but most are women past those days, just fun loving women, getting lucky and going home with a broad at night. I was the date and I was on the arm and I kissed her and didn't break off when she kissed me back and grabbed my breast in her hand.
I can't deny that the bandaid has been pulled off, and I am open to a new relationship dynamic.
Traveling alone has never been an issue for me, I travel often for business. But this wasn't business, it was vacation. Not only for me, but for everyone else on board. I am not a babe, never was. I'm what you call a milk cow, overweight a bit, and self conscious. I have never been able to get comfortable with my breasts. I walked out to the pool area, in shorts and shirt, and walked around noticing that there wasn't the scene I expected. Beautiful people. Everyone was a bit overweight and wore one piece bathing suits and the men were to say the least pot bellied. Some women were pretty endowed, huge milk cow breasts, which they swung around with plenty of cleavage.
Why that attracted me I don't know. But all those women, larger women, in bathing suits, their large breasts, got my attention. I decided to throw caution to the winds, and returned to the pool in a bathing suit. I got into the pool and held onto the edge, my breasts floating in front of me. It felt good. Always aware of men staring, in the pool I was the one staring, and I caught the eyes of a woman. After a while she floated over and said hi, we talked a little, she was there with a group of friends, and discovering I was traveling alone she invited me to join them, the more the merrier.
She invited me to that night's mixer, for the LGBT crowd. I held my breath and didn't burb out that I wasn't LGBT. But those breasts, floating in front of me, and my breasts which grabbed her attention. I was alone, no one knew me. I said thanks. That night in the dinning room I was sat alone. She came up and asked me to join their table, four women who were about as obvious a group of lesbians I had ever seen face to face. She sat me beside her. She touched my hand, She asked me for my cabin number. She told me she would stop by on the way up to the mixer.
She wore shorts, tight. She wore a spaghetti strap cotton top, no bra. Her nipples fighting the fabric, the sides of her breasts fighting to be let loose. She told me to lose the bra, let those puppies out, let's have fun. I was uncomfortable, but everyone was there was dressed to show. Tight pants, breasts out and about. Women kissing, dancing, holding hands. One woman mouthing another one, her hand under her top. Somewhere else were the gay men, I didn't notice. I was being kissed. A hand searching between my legs.
That night in my small cabin, my breasts out to the world, her breasts in my face we were kissing and touching and she wanted to eat out. Her mouth was hot and her tongue penetrated me, I hadn't been fucked in so long, and here she was fucking me with her tongue. I ate pussy, two women in their late thirties, big milk cow women, eating pussy, kissing, grabbing those bountiful breasts, rolling all over each other, fingering, achieving orgasms. It was sex for sex' sake. We laid in our thoughts, naked and breathing hard. Our milk cow breasts rising and falling. Oh, those big brown nipples. I had to kiss her.
Four nights, four nights of nothing but raw sex. And some raw sex in the afternoon. Bathing in the swimming pool, our breasts floating and touching in the water. The LGBT mixers every night a chance to just lay back, kiss and dance together. Oh, those small women, flat chested women, pretending that they could carry it off. And those butch and dykes eating them up. I could only imagine how their pussies were being abused. In the meantime, me and my new friend, a dyke herself, worked for the State in Human Resources, happy to have found a new girlfriend for the trip.
I'm not gay, I'm not a lesbian. I'm a milk cow breasted woman who needed a little diversion in my life. And why not with a woman who was proud of her breasts and wanted me to show my off so the other women could see that she had landed a prize on the trip. Almost a week of spending time with nothing but lesbians, on a trip to have fun, to find a lose catch to eat out.
I went to Austin the other weekend and she took me around the gay scene, a few young college types, but most are women past those days, just fun loving women, getting lucky and going home with a broad at night. I was the date and I was on the arm and I kissed her and didn't break off when she kissed me back and grabbed my breast in her hand.
I can't deny that the bandaid has been pulled off, and I am open to a new relationship dynamic.
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