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Out Of The Closet
Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 32

    I am in a lesbian marriage. We are married, 32 years old and have been together since our freshman year in college. We have a man that takes care of us, we are both primarily passive and we are obedient. We live together, he has his room and we live in our room, that's not to say that from time to time we start getting touched and that pretty much means that he want us. When he pulls me aside into his arms and tells me that he loves me and I tell him I love him and let him kiss me it is a sign that I am going to have sex with him. The same goes for my wife, although I am his favorite.

    My wife and I met in our freshman year in the dorm. We met one day when we were both going to do laundry but there was just one machine free and she suggested that we wash our clothes together and I went to her dorm room while the machine did its thing. From that day on we did our laundry together, wash, dry and fold. Our first 'act' of a sexual nature was sharing panties. We got naked and put on each other's panties, falling on her bed laughing, we hugged breast to breasts and ended up in our first kiss.

    We moved in together in our sophomore year and in our junior year we moved in with him, sharing a two bedroom townhouse. We did the cooking, cleaning and laundry and he did the eating, dirtying and messing. He was a man with two wives and we loved being his wives and taking care of the house for him. It was the perfect life and after college we all went together to live. We had sex because after all we were the women at home and otherwise we would have had some other woman in the middle. Giving him sex was easy, it was pleasurable, and when we were in college and our early twenties we shared sex together. My wife is more the lesbian, I am more bisexual.

    Later, as we got older we started to deal with the fact that he had fallen in love with us, for real. He refused to choose and when the law changed we got married instead of one of us marrying him. Either way, two of were going to be married and the third one had to be married in spirit. We are married in spirit to him and call him our husband. We like being his wives and we love him.

    I am a cock sucker, swallower of cum. My wife thinks its gross but she sucks his cock but won't let him cum in her mouth. She loves pussy, she has hundreds of pictures of my pussy. She started taking pictures before the iPhone and she stores them in albums and has her favorites. It's a gynecological record. I love tits, I always have. It is pretty much been something for me from when we first got together. It is just that I like the feeling of her tits, in my hand, my mouth, against my chest, rubbing me down the back. I like having her eat my pussy, I like being her woman when she is having sex with me. I would rather have her eat me than him, he is rough and spends too little time before he wants to fuck.

    I guess that our life is me with my wife, and me with him. He won't fuck my wife unless she is really in the mood, he understands that sex with him is something she does to please him. He and I have sex regularly, I sleep with my wife every night, we are both passive when it comes to sex so it takes a lot of hugging and kissing to get us in the mood before she and I have full blown sex. Once she gets started I let her take the lead.

    Outside the bedroom we are like any other early thirties couple. We have a house, we work and we hang out with our friends. That we are together as a lesbian couple is no longer an issue, it is more of an issue with our friends and family that we got with him to his bed from time to time. I guess having us married as lesbians didn't raise much concern. Being wives to one man does. No one believes me that if I hadn't married my wife I would have married him.

    So much from the lives of a threesome with benefits.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 52

    I am a 62 yr old tall white male around 200 pounds who has been seeing this 60 yr old blonde female with streaks of grey in her long hair for about 6 months.I met her on an online dating site and she is very open-minded about sex.Unlike any other woman I have known she sees other men on dates and has sex with them because she is often horny and cannot wait for me to see her.She tells me about her encounters and enjoys I get a hardon when she describes how it feels when some man's cock is inside her.Judy will incorporate these stories into our lovemaking.Gradually her telling me these erotic encounters has deepened a feeling inside myself that arouses me.I imagine that I am Judy getting fucked by men and sucking their cocks.One night I got the courage to tell her my fantasy and she to my surprise encouraged it to happen.She said I am having other men so why don't you have a man too.But her suggestion was even more kinky and bizarre than that.She described her landlord as this 75 yr old wrinkled lonely widower named Jack who had come on to her for years but she had always turned him down as too old and unattractive.But she had an idea, a crazy one.I will tell Jack he can have me for one night if you suck his cock like i suck other men.This way you can feel like me with a man but you know I am making you blow some old ugly guy for my amusement.And seeing you do this act is so out there I will then let him fuck my pussy.I thought about all of this and wondered whether she was crazy or I was even crazier for contemplating this idea.She then looked at me and smiled.Mark, I think you secretly desire men so trust me on this try it and see if it excites you.But he is old and unattractive I replied.Judy said yeah but he has a lonely cock that needs looking after.So with that it was agreed.

    She spoke to Jack a few days later as he lived on the main floor and she had the basement apartment.She smiled and said it is set for tonight.Let us get a bottle of wine and lose our inhibitions.We drank some wine and both smoked Salems as we waited for him to come downstairs.She was wearing blsck tights and top while i was in some jogging pants and t-shirt.Jack came downstairs looking nervous.By this point Judy and I were a bit tipsy.Jack had receding white hair a big nose and glasses and a bit of a paunch.He was not attractive .And he looked every year of 75.He sat down in a recliner and Judy says well Mark why don't you go over to Jack and get on your knees and caress him a bit.I did as she told and went over to him.He had loose pants on.Judy asked me to unzip his pants and caress his cock through his underwear which I did.I felt this fat cock and stroked it awhile.It gradually stiffened and Jack closed his eyes and moaned a bit.I thought the old bastard is enjoying this.My own cock was stiffening in my jogging pants and Judy could see that.She said OH my Mark you are getting turned on.I then took his cock out of his underwear and played with it some more. It was thick and cut with a big head and about 6 inches long.It looked really sexy to me.Judy then said suck that old dick Mark really suck it good.I kissed the head then slowly engulfed it.I sucked it nice and slow and realized I loved how it felt in my mouth.Judy watched intently as I gave Jack a blowjob.I thought this is how Judy must feel sucking men.The thought excited me and my own cock got so hard it hurt.Judy then lit a cigarette and walked over to me.She asked that i put her cigarette in my mouth while she takes her tights off.She said suck on my cigarette while I ride this fucking cock.I could tell she was really horny.She then sat on Jack's cock and it easily slid inside her.She wrapped her arms around his neck and started riding hard.Soon she was kissing him passionately and moaning.She kept riding until he started crying out I am coming then she cried out herself in orgasm and they both came together.She sat on him for quite awhile then she led him to the bedroom beckoning me in.Her demeanor changed dramatically.She was affectionate and loving with him giving him sweet lengthy kisses.She then said I have a confession to make Mark.I have not been seeing other men only Jack.He fucks me when you are not around.I love him but I need to also have a man that likes the taste of Jack's cock so I can watch.Then she instructed me to lay on the bed.jack will jerk you off now baby because his cock made you so fucking hard.With that Jack caressed my cock and then proceeded to masturbate me to an intense orgasm.Judy smiled and said one day you will be riding Jack's cock too and really know how it feels to me me.

    #44111 — Comments (1) — Apr 16, 2019 at 2:18 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 29

    Through a totally unrelates series of events a girl came to live with me, first she was there on the couch for a few days while she found another job. But after several weeks of frustration she begged for another week. One night I felt bad, why I don't know and told her she could sleep with me in the bed. The couch was so bad, hand me down from who knows who. I made room for her and we slept ok, the bed was a queen and we are small. She looked for this job and that job and never found a job and she kept up with the apartment and groceries and laundry and I worked and basically supported her, buying clothes for her, shoes and taking her on vacation when I went to see some friends on the West Coast.

    It was while we were on vacation and at a party that my friends had for us to meet their group that this guy was hitting on 'her'. I got jealous, my heart was running, my stomach hurt, I went totally impulsive and walked over to them and said that I wanted to borrow my wife back and took her by the hand to where I was talking with my friends and another couple. Everyone heard me call her my wife. She didn't say anything right than so she wouldn't embarrass me but that night, of course we were sharing a room, we had been sharing a room for over a year by then, she got into her night shirt, she had on this pair of very tight panties that night, her breast were tight in the nightshirt, she could see that I was staring at her, she walked over and asked me if she was my wife was I her wife?

    She took off her nightshirt and stood there in front of me with nothing on but those very tight panties and looked at me and told me to make her my wife. That was the first time we had sex, real unabashed sex. It was my first lesbian experience, my first lesbian kiss, we tried to be quiet but who knows what my friends heard from their room. I called her my wife after that trip, we slowly let it be known that we were not just friends or roommates, we made love or had sex intensely for weeks afterwards. She is my wife, she stays home and I work, we did get married in a simple ceremony with some friends and parents present. We have a king size bed now, we used a gift certificate from our wedding, we have also moved into a small house.

    I love that she is my wife, that we live the way we do. I do not mind at all working to support us, I love that she takes care of me. We have had several conversations with my brother and his wife and he is willing to provide his services for us, his wife wants total clinical insemination but we want natural insemination. It is not like it was he and I, my wife is not a blood relative, but still my sister in law hasn't agreed to a natural insemination and that is what we are discussing. Regardless it will be 'clinical', my sister in law and I will wait outside the room until they have success. I am not downplaying this, it is just that a doctor's office seems so impersonal for such a thing like having our own child, maybe children and my brother is the closest thing to me.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 55

    I'm 65, and started sucking cocks and getting fucked by men when I was 50.
    I've now sucked hundreds of cocks, and have been fucked by over fifty men, most of them have fucked me many times. I have three men who fuck me weekly, sometimes several times each. I'm retired, so have the time to empty their semen in my mouth or ass. I've been gang banged by four men,and would like to do ten or more.

    I don't even have any interest in sex with women anymore. I discovered my place in this world is to service other mens cocks.

    It took me quite a while to finally admit to myself I'm a faggot. I'm no longer ashamed or humiliated because I service men's cocks. I openly suck cocks in my front yard where my neighbors or anyone driving by may see me. I WANT them to see me.

    My name is Ric Carter, and I live at 305 Cramer Creek Road, Somers, Montana 59932. If you write, address it to "Ric Cocksucker". This is just south of Glacier National Park and Kalispell on Flathead Lake. My email is [email protected]@@@@@@@g***l.**m. Contact me if you are in the area,and I will suck your cock and you can fuck me. I will also send you a picture of me sucking a cock, and other nudes. I would like you to share them with your friends and post them online to further expose me as a faggot.

    I'm proud to be a cock sucking anal slut faggot.

    #43983 — Comments (0) — Apr 3, 2019 at 10:26 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This. ( *** )
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 55

    Starting at about ten I became self aware of my body. I would stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom to see myself. I had to climb up on my mother's make up stool to get a full view. Slowly I started to see changes, my chest got a bit bigger, my hips a little wider, my pubes a little thicker. I loved seeing myself naked.

    I found my mother's lipstick case with it's little mirror and that was my first close up view of down below. It was a while before I was able to find a larger mirror which I stole from a friend's house and kept shoved up between the mattress and the box springs which gave me pretty good views of my insides. At about the same time I figured out that if I stood on the makeup stool and turned around and bent over I could get a real good view of my asshole button and my vagina from the rear. I had found my clit and I masturbated my clit raw, so raw that my panties rubbed against my clit if I sat and spread my legs and leaned forward and rubbed back and forth on the kitchen chair.

    I loved the feeling of my naked pussy and when my mother was out I would sit naked with my legs spread as wide as thy would go while I watched television in the den. I had a friend who would come over and we got into a competition as to who could spread eagle out more and I got to know her pussy real well, to finger her and touch her and eat her. She ate me in return and we got into deep kissing and booby gropes, pussy fingering and eating wet pussy. She and I were in choir together so we spent several afternoons after school. A favorite pastime was stripping our panties off during school and trading and wearing her panties instead of mine.

    We were fifteen when we decided that it was time to lose our virginities. We asked this one friend of ours from choir to do it and he came over to my house when my mother wasn't there, I pushed my panties down and laid back on the bed and he shoved his penis in me and then my friend pushed her panties down and laid back on the bed and he shoved his penis in her. He left and we sixtynined the rest of the afternoon. Other than that one time we never tried another penis until we got married. Around the tenth grade my mother asked me if I did anything with her, sexual. After that we were more careful.

    We didn't have a date for senior prom which was a real marker, but we were two of many nerd choir girls without dates and we went to the prom in a pack. We kissed on the dance floor during a slow dance, not a heavy thing, juts an against the rules kiss on the lips. We didn't call ourselves gay but it wasn't a surprise to her mother or mine that we were. They let us go on after graduation school sponsored trip to Washington D.C. and we shared a room with two other girls, guess who slept with me? We ate pussy in bed and the other two girls watched from their bed. We offered but they didn't take us up on it. We offered to eat them but they declined that too. We did make them show us themselves naked.

    In college, of course we went together, we roomed in the freshman dorm and we were always together, another marker. I guess it was around our junior year that my mother confronted me and asked me outright if I was a lesbian. In 1983 your didn't talk about those things and I admitted to her that we had been having sexual behavior since we were in the eight grade. 'Just be careful'.

    After college we got married to guys and we did the buy the house and have kids thing. But now that we are older and our husband are a lot older we more or less see each other all the time. All during the years when we were actively married, having kids, and raising them we stayed straight as an arrow. Real good friends but not sexually active. It is only now in our 'golden' years that we are traveling together, always on tour with a tour company that we are again sexually active. Two middle aged ladies but I still have a fascination with my naked body and hers. Maybe it is gross but we love to eat pussy, we can't get enough. Boobs are another wonder, when we were kids it felt good but we went downstairs first. Now we spend a good amount of time with boob massages before we go south and eat pussy. We have never been sexual with any other girls, the closest to it was that trip to Washington D.C.

    My mother is in her late eighties and she tells me that the biggest gift of my life was to find my friend so early in life and if we can be 'happy' together who's business is that anyway. My husband in spite of his health problems likes to try but he knows that my world is not so much about him as it is about her.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 24

    I got along well with a coworker I joined her Saturday morning chat group, rotation from home to home every Saturday. Ladies only. She asked me to stay after to help her clean up and then we sat down to talk and that led her to ask me about my life and we got down to my sex life and if I had ever been naughty, like maybe getting frisky with another girl in college, or maybe a stolen kiss at a party? And she comes out and tells me that she really likes me, and she wants a closer relationship and that includes, if I am willing, some alone time together between the sheets. I sat and listened and had a hard time answering so she leaned forward and said she wanted to fuck me.

    How about starting with a kiss, and a chest massage, and maybe a hand up and down my thigh and another kiss? The issue for me is that I have been with another girl, yes I did do it in college and I have gotten along with another woman/girl that I met at this club, but not with anyone at work, male or female. For me it is like getting a buzz at a bar, it feels good, it is hot but I have lots of regrets afterwards. Spending the night with a girl made me really go into a tail spin of who I was and what I was doing. So I told her gently I was really insecure about it but she did draw out of me that I had kissed a girl and gone further than that.

    Well no kiss then? Well how about we just start with a little kiss, just a little bit of lip to lip? How's that? But why did she have to put both hands on my chest and feel me up? Why did the kiss get long and wet? Oh, I am sorry I couldn't control myself. Really? You can't control yourself? Maybe I don't want to be draw into this? Did you think about that? Geez, why is that you find someone you really like, and then she wants to take it to the next level?

    And why oh why did I not want her to stop? How is it that you let some woman, granted not a stranger but a woman yo work your with take your shirt off and reach around and unhitch you to your bra and expose you and how is it that you let her suck on you and then give you a kiss? And why oh why don't you stop it? Why do you let her kiss you and fondle you and run her hand up and down your thigh? Why do you unhitch her bra and let her expose her tits to you? And why do you let her continue to kiss you?

    The living room sofa got too small so she says let's go to the bedroom and get naked like God made us. The last time I was naked like that it was dark, pitch dark, not the middle of the morning with all that sunlight. Sure the girl I got naked with was nice looking but not nice like this. Naked together, on a bed, side by side kissing. She wants my hand between her legs, touch her she says. You touch me and I will touch you. That is what it is, coercion when you can't control yourself. But you touch, you let her touch and you let her climb on you and kiss you and then push herself down to go spelunking in your pussy. It isn't that you don't know what is going on, you are so hyper aware, it is that you are going along, you want her to go on and on and on. What a face? Pretty girl with messed up hair, and a stupid smile and wet cheeks and chin? Why do you kiss her with your pussy smell all over her face? Why do you push down and go spelunking yourself?

    It is a trap, and once you step in the trap you can't get out. Not because you can't just get up and leave but because you do not want to get up and leave. All that shit about it being nothing but messing around, trying things out, and that one night stand, well what was that? Why can't we just lay there and kiss? Why do we have to grabbing our tits? Why do I keep reaching down to finger her pussy? Why did I just turn on my back and open my legs and reach for her to get on? Oh yeah, I forgot. I have never let a guy between my legs, the most I ever did with a guy in college was make out but I was able to say hey this does not work for me and go away.

    It's bad because we work together. It is bad because technically she is my supervisor. It is bad because it is gay and lesbian stuff. It is bad because I was only supposed to like her not fall in love with her. It is bad because it is bad. And I wasn't able to get up and walk away. It is just so bad this thing about making love with her and I don't know how to handle it. I guess sometimes you know what is going to happen and when it does you don't know what to do. OK, so I am queer more or less, but I never thought I was this queer. In love queer.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Male / 40

    I was 14 my sister was 10 when we started fooling around ,And I told her I wanted to try wearing female lingerie and clothing so she helped me dress up,it was a Saturday and we were the only 2 home ,I began walking around the house,I said sis take your clothes off and give me a blow job so she did,I fucked her mouth till I cum in it,we herd a noise so she run to her room , I pulled my panties up and straightened my skirt when mom walked in and caught me Crossdressing,it was a little exciting being caught as it made me hard,she yelled at me and sent me to my room and said don't change till I speak with you,I went into my room and lay on my bed still wearing female lingerie and clothing so I pulled skirt up an began jerking off i started to cum when mom walked in an caught me again ..she stood and stared and said so you want to wear women's clothing,she keeled staring at my cock and said it's big while cum was dripping from it she bent down and put her mouth around my cock and sucked it clean,she stood up and gave me a bag full of clothes and said keep what you are wearing and if you want to dress up in female lingerie and clothing then i don't mind ,

    #43847 — Comments (1) — Mar 23, 2019 at 11:33 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    My crush on girls has been something that goes back to early puberty, or maybe even earlier. I had very close friends, one of which is my very best friend today. But she and I have never done anything other than being very close friends.

    No, my thing is that when I went to study abroad in my junior year of college I roomed with an Italian girl and she really 'liked' girls, she was all over me, kissing me, teasing me, tickling me, boob gabbing, and pussy rubbing. Eventually she did what she wanted which was to go down on me. I liked the sex, I liked being able to actually caress boobs and kiss nipples and touch her pussy and I got to like going down on her. But I never had a crush on her, it was all physical with no feelings. Before we finished our semester and we were both going to go our own way she got very tender and sweet and we really made love, long never ending kisses, caressing, loving, gently touching pussy, tears of having to leave each other. She went with me to the airport and we kissed while people walked around us and stared, don't think that because Italy is liberal they don't stare at girls kissing. She gave me a small charm bracelet and it was a heartbreaking moment. Maybe I didn't have a crush, but I cried on the plane.

    When I returned I moped around a long time, spent my senior year in a funk and didn't even feel like I graduated. I didn't interview on campus and went back home to my parents and just hung around eventually getting a nothing job to have something to do. I went out with some girls I knew from high school and I got R by a guy, black eye and all. He kept my panties which he mailed to me later. He sent me a message via one of the girls to meet him at this restaurant in the next town over where he lived. He told me he had been craving me and we left the restaurant without ordering and went to his place and he did me again but this time I opened my legs for it. He slapped me around calling me a real whore but he didn't care he was going to fuck me anyway. He sent for me or called me but otherwise never paid attention to me, but every time he sent for me I opened my legs for him.

    I met a girl who came to work at the store I was working at, she had square shoulders, high boobs, thick legs and strong arms, very pretty face with long black hair and blue eyes. She worked out all the time, she ran marathons and had done an Iron Man, she took over bossing me around, and one day she got in my face in the back room and things clicked and she said she knew what I wanted and she kissed me with her hand between my legs. She wasn't at all like my Italy girlfriend, she was hard all over, she barely had a tummy, she waxed completely and her whole pussy mound stuck out, her boobs were perfect globes on her rib cage, her legs were iron and her butt was all muscle, and she had the most beautiful face I had ever seen. I went past the crush stage and fell in love with her and we became a couple. I never went to see my boyfriend again, I blew him off completely.

    She worked out several hours a day and she got me into it, she wanted a slim hard body, slim hard thighs and tight butt, no tummy and totally waxed and after several long months of working out with her I looked real different. At the gym she had a reputation for being the hardest of all the women there and everyone looked up to her. Most of the women were in their mid twenties to mid thirties, I know it was women but without blinking you could smell the testosterone. No dicks, but lots of hard clits, spread legs without any vestige of hair on them. It was hard to pick out the butch from the femme, but there were femme body worshipers there too. I guess I fell into that category. During one of our sex sessions I felt like she was fucking me without a dick, it was the same feeling I had when I was fucking with that boyfriend. I kidded her that she really did want a dick. But she is so naturally pretty and she dresses in skirts and dresses to show off her thighs and calves. When she walks her boobs are like rocks, nothing moves. But at work, we sold women's clothes, she goes out of her way to look femme.

    I got over the need to be in the gym, I just got bored with it, I stay in shape for her, mostly running and steady workouts but no bodybuilding routines. I am in love with her and she wears my diamond studs all the time now. I never guessed that I would be attracted to a woman like her but I am, or that I would want to be around a bodybuilding gym. Everyone we socialize with has a girlfriend, we don't socialize with any of the men who frequent the gym, not that any of the men there want to be around women.

    I thought for the very longest time that I was bisexual, I liked having a man for a while but I realize that I don't switch, and I am in love something I never had before. Maybe I found what I want, I hope so.

    #43833 — Comments (0) — Mar 22, 2019 at 9:01 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Male / 50

    I have always had a high sex drive since a young teen , I have been married twice now and still am to second wife . Even though I am straight I have always loved the naked look of men with hard cocks and enjoyed anal stimulation with toys . Well my curiosity got the better of me and I joined a bi site to see if others out there were similar . I got chatting with this other married guy and he ended up calling around one day when wife was at work . We chatted for a while and watched some porn and got very worked up and watched each other slowly wank off . Suddenly he got on his knees started to give me head which was incredible , he spun around and before I knew it I had his cock in my mouth experiencing my first ever guy guy 69 and tasted my first mouthful of cum which wasn’t my own , as much as I wanted to swallow I never did but he took every drop of mine . This was several years ago now and So far my one and only gay experience . I have never cheated on either wife before and still feel some shame about it . My wife has no idea

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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.

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