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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 31

    My first crush. It was prom season and my mother gave me her credit card and sent me downtown to buy a dress. Usually she went with me, but that time she sent me alone with the credit card. I went to a name store that stars with S and I went up to the women's counter and asked where I could find the prom dresses for the season. After getting directions I ended up in the right department, being ten thirty in the morning I was the only customer and this woman said she would help me.

    We went through many gowns, turning them most down because I felt they were too revealing. She insisted on showing me gowns that were revealing, plunging necklines, she told me I had the boobs to carry it off. Against my better judgement I went into the dressing room to try on one of the gowns. I stepped out into the dressing area with all the mirrors and she pressed the gown against me, told me to tip toe so see the height, she got behind me and put her hands under my boobs and lifted them up showing me how the dress would look with my boobs sticking out. She held my boobs, she held me feeling my boobs and told me I had wonderful boobs and what was I ashamed of.

    We were alone and she gently kept feeling my boobs, not moving, not saying anything, like coming out of a trance she told me I needed a different bra and she stepped down and told me to wait and she would be right back. I took my boobs and lifted them and looked at myself in different poses, she returned with a couple of bras, unzipped the dress and dropped it to my waist and undid my bra and I was topless, she was behind me and took my boobs in her hands and she squeezed them and plaid with them as we looked in the mirrors, she whispered that I had the nicest boobs she had ever seen and I needed to let them breathe, enjoy themselves and why was I torturing my boobs in that bra.

    She picked up one of the bras, cupped me in it and measured out the straps and fitted me, all the time rubbing my boobs, having me stand there while she told me how wonderful my boobs were and any woman would give her life for boobs like that. She asked me how old I was and I told sixteen and she said I had the boobs of a grown woman, no one would guess that I was sixteen, and she repeated she saw boobs all day every day. She fitted the bra and told me that one was for every day, she would get me another one so I would have two but I needed to get rid of that rag I had brought in. She took the bra off and she held me tight topless and gently cupped me and held me real tight and whispered that I really needed some loving, she could tell when a girl needed to be loved.

    She turned me around to face her and she said she just wanted to make sure that everything was real and she bent down and kissed each one of my nipples telling me she wished she could love me. The spell broke and she turned me around again and from behind she put on the next bra which poked by boobs straight out. She told me that one was for the dress, she wanted every girl at the prom to feel intimidated, great boobs needed to show. With that bra on, in her arms and her gentle not stop caressing of my boobs in that bra she hugged me tight and kissed my cheek and let her hand run down over my naked belly and she put her hand down inside the waist of the gown and over my panties, using her middle finger to outline my pussy, her other hand holding me tight by my boob while she kissed my neck and cheek.

    Her finger solidly in the middle of my slit she pressed into my panties and started to rub my clit. I guess she held me up, I went into an almost immediate orgasm, not a little one either a real deep one that made my heart run and my legs feel weak, while I trembled in the arms she kept saying "Oh, baby, Oh, baby". When I was done she turned me around into her arms and held me for the longest time. She kissed me gently, my first kiss and then pulled my gown up and adjusted everything, measure for the seamstress and told me I was going to knock them all out and to make the girls cry.

    It was several years before my crush slowly ebbed out, because of where I lived and where she worked I only got to see here when we went downtown to buy clothes. My mother felt that I had gotten uppity only wanting to buy clothes at S, but that is where she worked and she helped me find things that always made me look good. She always complimented me, and if the dressing room was empty she helped make sure everything fit. We had many short hot sessions of kissing in the dressing stall, of letting me touch her boobs, of touching her pussy as she touched mine, we had to be careful because if someone walked in we had to pretend to be finishing the fitting. It was my first love affair, in the dressing room of S.

    Still my heart, I am still in love with her.

    #43742 — Comments (0) — Mar 15, 2019 at 8:29 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.

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