This is the first in a series of episodes that involve mature women who share one thing in common.
Let's just say they are Rubanesque in stature.
One can ask with validity why a man would write such a saga.
I don't know quite frankly.
The thought just came to me once and I followed it taking several months off and on to complete it to my satisfaction.
I trust you will enjoy it
MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
Chapter 1.
A few of my friends and I formed a rather exclusive club, not exclusive by way of economic status, race or religion. Heavens no; we would not wish to run afoul of the constitution. But speaking of "Heaven", not referring to that quote from the 23
rd
Psalm but rather the name chosen for the club, My Cup Runneth Over which relates to the size of our breasts. The original idea came when four mature women, all of whom could be termed "Rubanesque" were having lunch one day. This was a group which came together because other than or physical size we shared one other thing in common, the woman who owned and ran the lingerie shop where we all purchased our under garments. I was that person, lingerie consultant, Mother Confessor and friend to all the others. Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Joy and I am the senior citizen in the group at 65 and like the others, I am an ample woman, 5'10, 200 lbs and have trouble getting a bra to fit. Most of the time I am a 42 either DD or triple D! I am a widow who opened my emporium after my husband died. While he left me relatively well off, I needed something to occupy my time and the extra money did come in handy from time to time; "purchasing trips" to France where some of my finer garments come from was one example.
One person, Gwen complained one day that it was difficult for her to purchase a bra that contained her rather ample bosoms. I said "You are part of a group who come to me regularly complaining of the same problem. While you are all not the same size nor of the same age, you do share one thing in common other than being women. You all have large mammary glands!" I continued that I thought at least four of them had a lot in common other than the size of their bra's and Gwen, after asking for some details as to what I meant by that, I responded that they were all intelligent, either working professionally or were married to men who were able to keep them in a style that most women would die for.
Gwen said that she thought that I should talk to the others and see if there was any interest in forming an informal group who met say once a month to discuss common issues, not limited to brassier types and sizes. We both laughed; as the day went on I thought this is not such an insane idea. This led me to compile a list and contact info for those who fit this model. The remainder you will come to know as you read of our first meeting. All those whom I had asked if they had an interest in such a group agreed with enthusiasm. We agreed to meet for dinner at a small but upscale hotel in our home town the second Wednesday of the following month
Let me begin with Gwen; she is, a woman in her mid 50's, about 5'9" and 190 lbs with a chest in the range of 40 DD. While quiet spoken she has a mind of her own and when appropriate ready to speak her mind. She is married to a doctor allowing her to stay at home and enjoy her life with the children having left the home.