Carmen
Carmen was 38 years old and 10 pounds heavier since her divorce. She had a sad face partly because of the way the divorce happened. It was not a sudden blast. Their marriage deteriorated like the slow drip of a faucet. Starting almost in the first year of marriage and deteriorating bit by bit each year over 14 years. She also had reached the plateau of her job as at a large PR firm. Public Relations was not a people person business so much any more. It was now being take over by the young who had advanced knowledge of social media. She woke up in the mornings tired and felt tired all day.
She was about 5'5" tall and had long black hair which she brushed brushed frequently to give it an amazing shine. She had the dark complexion of her Italian father and Indian mother. She had large brown eyes and a strong nose. The weight she had gained settled in her breasts, butt and thighs. She had 36C breasts which her husband often complimented on. She dressed conservatively and only left two button of her blouses unbuttoned.
One day she went to a jewelry store intending to buy a little diamond or pearl necklace that would hang a few inches under her neck like the female newscasters wear.
The gentleman helping her was very patient while she tried on a variety of options.
She was having trouble deciding but the salesman would not let her go. "Here try this one, I think you will like it." he'd say.
He was quite insistent and Carmen was becoming irritated with him. Then she realized that the third button of her blouse had popped and the entire time she was trying on necklaces the salesman had a clear unobstructed view of her deep cleavage.
She quickly left the store pulling her blouse together with her hands until she was in her car and could button the third button. Her heart was beating quickly and she kept thinking of the salesman's face and how she was exposed to him. Something about the whole thing terrified her and she felt as though she had been violated. But there was also a strange thrilling excitement that kept her heart beating fast. When she got back to her apartment she could not keep the salesman out of her mind and later during the night she was jolted awake by a violent orgasm.
Suddenly her life seemed to change. The jewelry store incident made her feel alive again. She felt desired. And she wanted to continue to experience the sexual terror and the surge of blood through her veins. The rapid heart beat. The terrifying sexuality of being visually violated. She wasn't exactly sure how to proceed but she badly wanted to be in the situation again. To be desired. To see and feel the effect her body had on others.
She began to caress her breasts each night after work. They were exceptional. Large and tear drop shaped with a deep dark areola and lighter nipple. The nipple hardening slightly as she ran her fingers across them and became very hard and sensitive when she squeezed them between her thumb and index finger. She liked to watch her breasts in the bathroom mirror while she massaged them. Her breast were becoming the center of her sexuality and she thought she could enhance them.
She bought a variety of bras and tried them on at home to see how they accentuated her breasts. She tried them on with various blouses and took selfies in a mirror so she could review how she looked in different outfits in various poses. She particularly liked a fairly sheer bra that pushed her boobs up higher and barely covered her nipples. When she wore a blouse with three buttons undone and looked at her selfie, her heart beats quickened. She tried on a loose open top blouse and bent over and took a selfie and she shivered with excitement when she looked at it.
But it took her a few weeks to build up courage to try out the outfits for real. For a trial, she decided to go shopping at a grocery store. Just walking around with the three buttons of her blouse undone had her trembling. Just passing a man and smiling at him filled her with a welcomed terror. She would also hold the faces of attractive women. Occasionally, if she was in an aisle with a man she would bend, pretending to examine an item. God, she was heating up.
She continued shopping for awhile and then went to the checkout line. One of the part time college boys was manning the register. Carmen slowly bent down to take items out of her shopping cart giving the young man an eyeful. Her blood was hot running through her veins. Then, instead of paying with credit card she used her checkbook and slowly wrote a check all the while bending over facing him. She imagined him growing hard. She smiled at him as she left and he looked stunned. She promptly went home and shed her clothes and rubbed her pussy thinking the young checker was probably stroking his cock in the bathroom thinking of her. Carmen's shaking orgasm reinforced her desire to show a glimpse her breasts to others.