Bi-Sexual Female / 34
Being Homeless After A Natural Disaster
I'm thinking of those poor people in LA and their burned out homes. I can't say I empathize with them, it's hard to relate to loosing everything in a fire. In my case, I was sharing an apartment with another girl when Harvey dropped sixty inches of rain on us. The apartment was on the first floor and we got four feet of water. The entire complex was condemned and we had to find someplace to live. Most all of our things were ruined, four feet of water ruins all your furniture. The clothes, well they absorbed the water from where they were hanging. And we weren't allowed to go back in for several weeks afterwards, with a fifteen minute timeline and wearing masks against the mold and mildew.
But what happened next is what I'm going to tell you. My boss, who ran the Public Relations department in our company, offered to let me stay with her. Her house was high and dry, and other than the difficulty with power and getting around she was not displaced. While my friend and so many others were in government housing in run down apartment complexes, I was living with my boss, she bought me lots and lots of panties, and a few bras to go with them. She took me to Talbot's and to Nordstrom's to dress me. Every piece I bought I had to model for her, including the underwear.
She got on her knees and cupped my butt cheeks and kissed hard on my pussy biting at my clitoris. She didn't let me go until I reached orgasm and lost my balance. I was pushed into her large sitting chair and with my legs open she continued to eat me through my panties grabbing up at my tits as she did so. I know now that she was a lesbian, I just had not put two and two together, or that she had a thing for me. It was my first lesbian experience.
I found out that living with her was 'living' with her, in her bed, at her table, making love on the sofa. For days she made love to me, over and over. The office was closed because the elevator motors were flooded. I was shaved and buffed and she ate me, and licked up into my asshole. I was kissed, and made love to. By the end of two weeks, if I wasn't a lesbian when I got there I had become a lesbian. I heard over and over as to how she always wanted me and that's why she hired me and was scared I wasn't a lesbian.
After things got a little back to normal and the office elevators were repaired and we were able to go back to the office, I sat at my desk and pretended nothing was happening. Others were back at work, she sat at her desk in her corner office and everything was above board. But sometimes, if she caught me alone in the kitchen, or alone in the bathroom, she stood behind me and rubbed my butt with her hand and told me she loved me.
By then, I'm talking now about a few months that had gone by, I had a desire for her to grab me from behind and cup my tits and kiss me. Why my tits, why that way? It just felt good to be him her arms that way. I wore the panties she bought me, and wore the bras she bought me, and wore the skirts and pants and shoes she bought me. I wore the ribbon in my hair and had my fingernails done the way she liked them. I bathed carefully, making sure that I had a nice fresh pussy for her. But to tell the truth, many times she wanted me in day worn panties, with my legs open on the sofa while she ate me.
Then we had Thanksgiving and this 'ex' husband of hers was there. He fucked her, outright, while the turkey was in the oven. No need to apologize, or anything. He was fucking her because she was his wife as far as he was concerned. If she didn't like it, tough titties. She brushed herself off, smiled weakly, she whispered to me that he wasn't ever going to let her go, not ever.
He sat at the head of the table and we sat on either side of him. The turkey was carved by him and he served our plates. He asked me a thousand questions. He had me serve the desert and coffee. In the kitchen while I was cleaning up the dishes he got behind me and held me by my tits shoving his hips into me. She stood there and watched. The only thing she said was she was sorry but he was going to fuck me.
It wasn't new to me, I had been fucked before, but not that way. Not with her standing over me, whispering that she loved me but she couldn't do anything about it. She was his wife and that's what he wanted. I said don't worry, I had been fucked before. But this was different.
After he left I asked her, was she divorced or wasn't she. She said she thought so but she didn't think so. In any event that didn't matter. As far as he was concerned she was his wife and he deserved her. And by extension, he got me.
Sorry again for the wild fire people, especially young lesbians, but a good fuck will keep your mind off it. At least for a while. If you have a girlfriend love her, if she has a boyfriend or ex husband you know what to expect from him.
But what happened next is what I'm going to tell you. My boss, who ran the Public Relations department in our company, offered to let me stay with her. Her house was high and dry, and other than the difficulty with power and getting around she was not displaced. While my friend and so many others were in government housing in run down apartment complexes, I was living with my boss, she bought me lots and lots of panties, and a few bras to go with them. She took me to Talbot's and to Nordstrom's to dress me. Every piece I bought I had to model for her, including the underwear.
She got on her knees and cupped my butt cheeks and kissed hard on my pussy biting at my clitoris. She didn't let me go until I reached orgasm and lost my balance. I was pushed into her large sitting chair and with my legs open she continued to eat me through my panties grabbing up at my tits as she did so. I know now that she was a lesbian, I just had not put two and two together, or that she had a thing for me. It was my first lesbian experience.
I found out that living with her was 'living' with her, in her bed, at her table, making love on the sofa. For days she made love to me, over and over. The office was closed because the elevator motors were flooded. I was shaved and buffed and she ate me, and licked up into my asshole. I was kissed, and made love to. By the end of two weeks, if I wasn't a lesbian when I got there I had become a lesbian. I heard over and over as to how she always wanted me and that's why she hired me and was scared I wasn't a lesbian.
After things got a little back to normal and the office elevators were repaired and we were able to go back to the office, I sat at my desk and pretended nothing was happening. Others were back at work, she sat at her desk in her corner office and everything was above board. But sometimes, if she caught me alone in the kitchen, or alone in the bathroom, she stood behind me and rubbed my butt with her hand and told me she loved me.
By then, I'm talking now about a few months that had gone by, I had a desire for her to grab me from behind and cup my tits and kiss me. Why my tits, why that way? It just felt good to be him her arms that way. I wore the panties she bought me, and wore the bras she bought me, and wore the skirts and pants and shoes she bought me. I wore the ribbon in my hair and had my fingernails done the way she liked them. I bathed carefully, making sure that I had a nice fresh pussy for her. But to tell the truth, many times she wanted me in day worn panties, with my legs open on the sofa while she ate me.
Then we had Thanksgiving and this 'ex' husband of hers was there. He fucked her, outright, while the turkey was in the oven. No need to apologize, or anything. He was fucking her because she was his wife as far as he was concerned. If she didn't like it, tough titties. She brushed herself off, smiled weakly, she whispered to me that he wasn't ever going to let her go, not ever.
He sat at the head of the table and we sat on either side of him. The turkey was carved by him and he served our plates. He asked me a thousand questions. He had me serve the desert and coffee. In the kitchen while I was cleaning up the dishes he got behind me and held me by my tits shoving his hips into me. She stood there and watched. The only thing she said was she was sorry but he was going to fuck me.
It wasn't new to me, I had been fucked before, but not that way. Not with her standing over me, whispering that she loved me but she couldn't do anything about it. She was his wife and that's what he wanted. I said don't worry, I had been fucked before. But this was different.
After he left I asked her, was she divorced or wasn't she. She said she thought so but she didn't think so. In any event that didn't matter. As far as he was concerned she was his wife and he deserved her. And by extension, he got me.
Sorry again for the wild fire people, especially young lesbians, but a good fuck will keep your mind off it. At least for a while. If you have a girlfriend love her, if she has a boyfriend or ex husband you know what to expect from him.
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