Being The One She Opened Up To

My job was a tax compliance specialist. Her job was assistant general counsel. To describe her, petite, black hair, dark eyes, pretty face, assertive. And flat chested, which seemed to be her trauma. I have a voluptuous figure.

She invited me to a dinner at her house, she said a couple was joining us. She hadn't mentioned that they were a couple of lesbians. After her friends left she invited me to her bedroom. She showed me some pictures in an envelope, a young girl in the nude. It was her, she said they were taken by her neighbor, a woman. She sent them to her when her life was ending. She passed a few days later.

She asked if I liked them. Your supposed to say no, being of a young girl. But I liked them, natural, not erotic. She said she liked them too. And asked if I would take some pictures of her nude, to have a comparison. That night with a camera she gave me, she posed nude for several pictures, same poses of those young girl poses.

The truth was, the whole bit was overly erotic to me. And we ended up playing lesbians. Woke up, with the pictures in the envelope spread around on the floor, the new pictures on the camera, and on her iPad. I wasn't embarrassed at being naked, nor embarrassed of kissing her privates. I wasn't embarrassed at all. I didn't expect that. After dressing, we went out for breakfast. She asked me for my opinion, she wanted to frame and display the pictures, both the ones sent to her, and the ones we had taken the night before.

These pictures are hanging in her room, collage of young girl and adult woman. It's something to get used to when waking up in the morning. But, being in that age group when your blood runs hot, I really enjoy seeing her naked, resting on her back, her legs not quite open, waiting for me to kiss her.