Straight Female / 30
My Awakening As A Woman, Was With Another Woman
I got a job with a company after moving for better opportunities. I found a room with a retired school teacher, who took me under her wing. Suffocating but welcome. I was soon embedded in her social circle, young but her friends had sons and daughters. I felt at home and welcome.
At work I liked my job and coworkers. However I had one small problem. An older man, I was just 23, and self conscious of my bust line. Too big for my small frame. This man told me to stand straight, with my shoulders back, 'if you have them, flaunt them'. I was too embarrassed to answer. When I was around him, I tried to straighten up my shoulders, but years of hiding my boobs had set in and it was difficult to stand straight. As a girl, post puberty I was teased and made fun of, now this man wanted me to show off.
I eventually talked about it with one of my older coworkers, a woman in her thirties. 'Let me see, stand straight. Nice, very nice, you should be proud of them. Catching a man should be easy for you. Maybe a better bra will make you more comfortable.'
She took me bra shopping. Her and me, and the lingerie lady. Shirtless, snd topless between fittings, she 'admired' my boobs. She tweaked my nipples to get them hard to make sure the bra covered them. With one and another bra she stood behind me cupping me, so the lady could make adjustments. She only liked the bras that created cleavage, and held my boobs up high. Three bras, $225, three blouses, $345. She loved my boobs, and wasn't at all embarrassed of saying it or touching them.
She was open about rubbing her face between my boobs. At her apartment, she lived alone, she took my shirt and bra off to sit and admire my rack. To rub her face with them, to kiss them, to suck on my nipples. And I let her. When she kissed me I knew I was in trouble, when she undressed me to see me, she sat beside me, her hands and gingers touching everything. When she undressed and lay down beside me to kiss me my thoughts were electric, short circuiting. From never having been kissed and felt up, she showed me how she made love to my kitty, vagina and clit.
I had walked into another world, where women liked boobs and pussy. Where women kissed and danced together. Where women refused men at all costs. Where women called each other wives, partners, girlfriends. Where she told one of her friends she had gotten lucky.
At work, with my new bras and tops that man didn't complain. I moved from my safe sanctuary to live with my coworker. Sex, was constant, it seemed our only objective. Until one day she told me I was pretty, had a nice 'set', but she needed something else in her life, namely a girl from Paraguay. Like it started, it ended just as quickly. I had to find a place to live.
After a couple of years I got involved with a man I met. We got married after six months of dating. I had a couple of kids pretty quick, I wanted my own family. I think of my short lesbian affair and work myself into a frenzy. For a homemaker with two kids I can get carried away with my fantasy. It's the source of my self gratification.
At work I liked my job and coworkers. However I had one small problem. An older man, I was just 23, and self conscious of my bust line. Too big for my small frame. This man told me to stand straight, with my shoulders back, 'if you have them, flaunt them'. I was too embarrassed to answer. When I was around him, I tried to straighten up my shoulders, but years of hiding my boobs had set in and it was difficult to stand straight. As a girl, post puberty I was teased and made fun of, now this man wanted me to show off.
I eventually talked about it with one of my older coworkers, a woman in her thirties. 'Let me see, stand straight. Nice, very nice, you should be proud of them. Catching a man should be easy for you. Maybe a better bra will make you more comfortable.'
She took me bra shopping. Her and me, and the lingerie lady. Shirtless, snd topless between fittings, she 'admired' my boobs. She tweaked my nipples to get them hard to make sure the bra covered them. With one and another bra she stood behind me cupping me, so the lady could make adjustments. She only liked the bras that created cleavage, and held my boobs up high. Three bras, $225, three blouses, $345. She loved my boobs, and wasn't at all embarrassed of saying it or touching them.
She was open about rubbing her face between my boobs. At her apartment, she lived alone, she took my shirt and bra off to sit and admire my rack. To rub her face with them, to kiss them, to suck on my nipples. And I let her. When she kissed me I knew I was in trouble, when she undressed me to see me, she sat beside me, her hands and gingers touching everything. When she undressed and lay down beside me to kiss me my thoughts were electric, short circuiting. From never having been kissed and felt up, she showed me how she made love to my kitty, vagina and clit.
I had walked into another world, where women liked boobs and pussy. Where women kissed and danced together. Where women refused men at all costs. Where women called each other wives, partners, girlfriends. Where she told one of her friends she had gotten lucky.
At work, with my new bras and tops that man didn't complain. I moved from my safe sanctuary to live with my coworker. Sex, was constant, it seemed our only objective. Until one day she told me I was pretty, had a nice 'set', but she needed something else in her life, namely a girl from Paraguay. Like it started, it ended just as quickly. I had to find a place to live.
After a couple of years I got involved with a man I met. We got married after six months of dating. I had a couple of kids pretty quick, I wanted my own family. I think of my short lesbian affair and work myself into a frenzy. For a homemaker with two kids I can get carried away with my fantasy. It's the source of my self gratification.
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