I took a job that required me to go to Calgary. I made several trips there and got to know the office staff and started to get invited to go to dinner to keep me company.

The HR director was a nice early forties lady, she was about as pretty as a woman could be, she just had this look about her, perfect features, perfect frame, just right size of everything, and with a quick deep smile. I wondered why she had never gotten married, a woman like that should have been married for many years with a nice family.

I asked around with some of the other people and they told me that they really didn't know much about her, when she came to work there she was single and everyone presumed she was maybe attached in a hidden relationship or maybe she had been hurt badly in the past. I felt sorry for her, I mean never having been married and no children and she was definitely over forty.

I reached out to her and asked her for advise about where to go and what to do while I was in Calgary, but mostly I got generic answers. One day I was in the restroom and I was adjusting my bra, which was way too tight, when she walked in. She saw me and said 'let me help you, I used to work lingerie'. She proceeded to size my bra perfectly, but not without cupping my breasts and positioning them so that they really looked good. She made them look a size bigger.

I was very thankful and told her so and asked her if she would go to lunch with me, I wanted to thank her. To my surprise she accepted.

I was not going to pry, if she wanted to tell me anything I would listen but I was not going to pry. To my surprise he conversation at lunch turned to breasts and how they were the most sensual part of a woman, and what breasts were perfect and which ones needed help. She volunteered that she thought my breasts were perfect, right size and symmetry, and well as she put it, just the right size because they fit perfectly in her hands and that made them perfect as far as she was concerned.

She told me that is the one thing she always wanted, bigger fuller natural breasts. That she thought that she had been cheated, her breasts were too small, perfect shape but way too small, she wanted breasts like mine. Not at all the topic of conversation I expected.

But it broke the ice, and we became better and better friends and I found out that she liked to shop and she offered to help me shop for clothes. I was not and am not a fashion gal, but she was and is. So that became the basis of going out with her, she helped me shop and I modeled everything for her, and she fitted everything to me, and she felt perfectly ok touching everything, front and back, top and bottom, and she helped me find things that she particularly liked on me. A bit risqu�Ã&sbq uo;© for me, not my style, but I bought them anyway.

On one of the next trips, she told me that there was a quartet performance downtown when I was going to be in Calgary and asked me if I would like to go. To bring one of the outfits that she had helped me buy, and we would go and after maybe we could have dinner.

We went, lots of women, few if any men, and most women were, well not very attractive. My friend and I must have stood out, she was dressed to the nines and she dressed me so that every curve and moved with each step I took. I had never felt so sexy, this was not me, but with her it was like dress up. After the show we went to a quiet Italian place and we just talked up a storm. She was very personal and told me many times just how nice I looked, that I really filled out my dress, and she reached over and adjusted my bust right there in the restaurant. It was over coffee that I realized this was a date. And I was her date. It just dawned on me that I was going to sleep with her that night.

As I suspected she invited me to her place, a very nice place in a very nice part of town and the whole thing was just impeccably classy, just like her. I knew that she was going to move on me but I didn't know how to read it, I just followed her waiting for her to reach over and kiss me or hug me or something. But that is not what happened.

What happened is that she leaned over and said that she could help make me more beautiful 'down there', down there where girls need to be beautiful. That she had noticed that when we were trying on dresses that I was not quite as kept as I should be. That every girl needs to make sure that she wears her bush just right, enough to hide herself, but enough to let it be seen, nothing is more sexy than that.

So, there on the couch, she reached up under my skirt and started to pull my panties off. Surprised or not I let her, and she had me bare sitting on the couch with my skirt well above my waist, while she examined me. She was gentle but thorough, she opened my legs and had me lift my butt in the air to see if my peekaboo needed trimming too.

She stood up and offered me her hand and took me back to her room, and helped me out of my dress so I was standing with nothing on but my bra. She went and got some scissors and gently trimmed me down below, forcing my legs apart as she trimmed. Then she brought out a towel and put it on the bed and told me to sit and lay back and open my legs, that there was nothing she hadn't seen before.

She shaved me gently with warm water and shaving cream, until she had it all just right, just a hint to cover up my lady part, but not enough to hide it completely, Even to me it was erotic, I wanted to take off my bra and just stand there naked so she could look at me. She then spoke seriously and told me that my peekaboo needed to be properly groomed, that it was not the best presentation to have unkempt hair down there and she asked me to just get on my knees and open my legs and bend down and she would clean up my peekaboo.

This was a process in which she waxed and yes it kind of hurt as she took it all out, in several treatments, until she was satisfied there wasn't one follicle left. The she gently bathed my peekaboo, and I felt her hair on my back as she leaned over and kissed me right there, a long sensuous kiss. It was warm and wet, and it went on for a long time, while I held my position bent over on my knees. I felt her hand slide between my legs and her fingers work themselves inside of my lady section, and her tongue take a turns with my peekaboo and my vagina.

I had my head on a pillow, just being there when she reached the back of my bra and let it lose and she crawled under me and started to suck on my breast, while she fondled the other one. I had to pick myself up on my arms while my breasts hung in her face, I was looking down at her and she was looking in my eyes while she suckled one breast and then the other. Her arms reached out and grabbed my neck and she pulled herself up until we could nothing but kiss.

She asked me to undress her, and to kiss her all over, she wanted lots and lots of kisses, kisses on every part that I made naked. As things came off I kissed her, and I took a long time with her perfect breasts, they were just plain perfect, picture perfect, and soft and her nipples were dark and beautiful. She through herself on her back, so I cold pull off her panties. Under her panties was the most beautifully groomed snatch, her lips were large and dark, they opened just so slightly, she arched her back a bit offering herself to me. And I could not resist.

After several very long minutes, minutes in which her body just arched and opened and closed like a magic box, minutes in which she pulled my hair so hard that she brought tears to my eyes. She took my face in her hands and told me that a girl always shows her love by giving her lover that one special kiss. She wanted her kiss, she wanted her kiss to bind me to her for ever. And so, she turned over and gave me her peekaboo, it was perfect, it was just dark enough to be set against her white skin, it reached out to me begging for a kiss. And I kissed her peekaboo as she did mine.

That was the evening that I found out her secret, like me she liked girls, real girls.

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