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From: hm1964@hotmail.com
Subject: RP: Deirdre - Big

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Big

by deirdre, 10/31/94



I'd always been glad I didn't have Lisa's problem.  She's quite flat

you see:

a body like a stick.  She's really quite attractive, with a pretty

face

framed by short brown hair.  Being a little below average height, she

reminds you of a sprite or something.



In fact, I think men like Lisa like that (well, some of them anyway),

but

that didn't stop her from worrying.  She'd tell me how lucky I am.  I

guess

I'd have to say I am lucky--my breasts are adequate.  In fact, they

are

more than adequate: they're a little larger than normal and I've

realized

for a long time that they really couldn't be much better.  They are

well-

shaped and they don't sag a bit and if they were any larger they

would.



Lisa and I sometimes talked about our breasts--we'd worked together

for

four years and had gotten pretty comfortable talking personally.

She'd

sometimes mention how she'd seen this man or that man checking out my

chest.  I could see the envy in her face.  In fact, I saw *her*

sometimes

look at my breasts.  When we met in the morning, I'd sometimes see her

eyeing them.  I thought about that once in a while and wondered a

little

about her.  Maybe she was *attracted* to my breasts.  A woman!  I

thought

a little about what it would be like to take off my top and bra and

show

them to her.  Would her eyes remain glued to them like men's do the

first

time?  I certainly wondered about what was going on in that head of

hers.



"Now I'll look *really* flat!" she complained one day.  The office had

just

hired a new woman named Beth, who was larger than I was.  She did have

that look that would attract men when she wore clothes, but I could

tell

she wouldn't look so good without a bra.  Lisa didn't seem to realize

this

and seemed always in awe of Beth's chest.  Many mornings, she

commented

to me on how Beth's chest looked and she actually told me that now *I*

knew how *she* felt!  I told her that Beth had the kind of chest that

probably didn't look as good when she was undressed.



"Really?  You could be right--I wouldn't know.  Are you saying your

breasts don't sag when *you* are undressed?"



"Actually, they don't."  Though this wasn't our first frank

conversation,

for some reason it was making me a little uncomfortable.



"But she *does* look so great in clothes!"  I didn't answer her.  I

wondered

what had gotten into her about Beth's breasts.



Then one day, after lunch, Lisa stopped in my office.  "They *don't*

sag."



"What are you talking about?"



"Beth's breasts.  We've been going swimming during lunch break and

today

I saw her undressed.  They don't sag a bit!"  This was a little

strange.  It

seemed more and more like Lisa had a thing about breasts.  Had she

been

doing the swimming just for the opportunity to check out Beth?



"Oh, I'll bet they sag a little.  Being that large, they must."



"Nope.  Not a bit.  They look just about perfect."  That night, for

some

reason I thought about Lisa and Beth's breasts.  I got up in the

middle of

the night, turned on the light in the bathroom, lifted my nightgown

and

stared at my breasts.  Lisa said Beth's were bigger and didn't sag a

bit.

And that they were perfect.  I stared.



"You could come swimming with us."  The following day, Lisa wanted me

to see for myself!



"I didn't bring my suit."



"Well, bring it tomorrow."  This was crazy.  Even crazier: I brought

it.  I

noticed Beth that morning.  As always, her breasts looked, well, big.

Men

would like that look.  As long as she was dressed.  And according to

Lisa,

when she was undressed too.



"You're coming along?" asked Beth when I joined them for swimming when

lunch break started.



"Sure!"



"Why?"



"I just thought I'd see how I like a swimming break."



"You never did before."  She was acting a little bit nosy.



"No."



"Come on, let's go," inserted Lisa.



"You just started wanting to swim today," said Beth.  She seemed to

insist on continuing the conversation.



"Yes.  Is there anything wrong with that?"  I was getting annoyed.



"Did you want to get a look at my breasts, like Lisa?" she asked.  I

stood

there like a statue.  You could have knocked me over with a feather.

Lisa

had this look of shock on her face.  "That's it, isn't it?" she went

on,

"well, you can have your look at them right now."  She started

unbuttoning

her blouse, right there in her office!  Lisa still hadn't said a word

and I

still felt speechless.  She just kept unbuttoning and soon had the

blouse

off and then unhooked her bra.



Lisa was right.  Exactly right.  Big as they were, they didn't sag

even a

tiny bit.  No implants either as far as I could tell.  I couldn't

believe how

they looked.  She'd have men eating out of her hand looking like that.

I

never would have believed it.



"You two have had your jollies--I'm going swimming," she finally said,

putting her bra back on.  I went back to my office and shut the door

and sat

at my desk in a daze.  I couldn't believe she'd done that!  And I'd

just

stared like a highschool boy or something!  How could she *do* that?

I

wasn't feeling hungry and certainly wasn't going swimming.  I sat and

brooded.



I couldn't stay and face Lisa and Beth after lunch time.  I claimed to

be

sick and headed home.  I actually did feel sick--or at least like my

heart

was in my throat.  What did Beth think of me, acting like that?  How

could

I face her?  I took off my blouse and bra and stared at myself in the

mirror.  She'd looked so much better than me.  I couldn't get the

sight of

her out of my memory.



I *had* to face her in the morning.  I went in.  I didn't say anything

at all

to Lisa.  I couldn't look at her long but I think she looked nervous.

I'd see

Beth while we were working.  We'd *have* to face each other.  We'd

pretend the incident never happened--there was no other way.



She came in my office right after I brought back my coffee.  "Avoiding

me?" she asked.



I didn't know what to do.  "Beth, I..." I started the sentence and

stopped,

not knowing what I was going to say.



"Are you *afraid* of me?" she asked.  "Of my breasts?"



"No," I gulped.



"You're acting like it.  Or they affected you somehow."  Then she

started

unbuttoning her blouse again!  I stared at her fingers undoing each

button.

She stood there watching me.  She took the blouse off and put it on my

desk.  Then she unhooked her bra again.  Then there they were.  I was

surprised again at how beautiful they looked.



"What do you think of them?" she asked.  I didn't answer.  I was

staring.

"They seem to leave you speechless," she went on.  She walked up to

where I was sitting.  They were so close.  She took hold of my head

and

pulled it towards her left breast.  I took it in my mouth and started

sucking.  "So you *do* like them, don't you?" she went on.  I just

sucked.

"Suck on it hard.  You'll never see better."  They were so perfect,

and I

was sucking on them.  We didn't move for what seemed like hours.

Finally

she took my head between her hands and held it away from her breast.

She

tilted my head up 'til I was facing hers and she looked down at me.

"Now

do you admit they are better than yours?"



"Yes."  I sort of squeaked my reply.



"There's no comparison, is there?" she said.  She reached down and

squeezed my left nipple through my blouse and bra.



"No."



"OK, suck!" she answered and pulled my head to her right breast.  I

sucked

and sucked and never wanted to stop.  Finally she drew my head away

again.  Lisa was in the room!  Beth put on her bra and blouse, looking

at me

the whole time.  I just sat there in my desk chair, staring at her.

After

she had her blouse straight, she and Lisa left together.  Beth had her

hand

on Lisa's rear as they walked out the door.  She glanced at me over

her

shoulder as they went out of sight.  I saw a slight smile.



They often come in my office in the morning.  I kneel in front of

them.

During lunch break, they're back and I kneel in front of them naked.

Lisa

likes to feel my breasts as I kneel, standing in front of me, looking

down

at me.  Beth likes me to lick her vagina--she'll sometimes have me lie

on

my back while she straddles my head.  She'll take off her blouse and

bra

while I watch.  She'll have Lisa suck on her breasts while I kneel and

watch.  She kisses me too sometimes.  She likes to pinch my nipples

while

she kisses me.  She has me make myself come while she does this.


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