Only weeks after Jim and I had divorced I was settled in my new house and going to work every day with a much better disposition. For most of the past four years the office had only been a place of refuge for me but now I actually looked forward to going to work.
Something else had inspired this new feeling as well....
Even at thirty-six, a woman with a huge 36F-cup set of boobs and a slender figure always attracts attention. In my case most of it unwanted. Both, young guys as well as some older guys wanting to flirt and make their sexually suggestive remarks directed at my unusually large tits.
But in recent weeks something had happened, something I had often fantasized about but not experienced. A new younger girl had hired in and doing so did me a big favor. She had a body that truly rivaled mine and being younger she quickly became the target of lewd suggestions much more than me.
Loren was a twenty-two year old single female with her sensational figure to go with those big at least double-D tits. She had short, deep red hair, olive complexion and smoldering dark eyes. Being younger she could handle the advances in a blunt fashion often making the assailant look like the victim as they sheepishly, or blushingly walked away.
She also dressed far more liberal then I ever would have thought to. She wore her sweaters tighter, blouses fitted and skirts short.
We had hit it off but we were not what you call firends. A couple times had coffee together on break and I loved listening to her most recent story of shutting down some over bloated, ego-crazed stud looking to make his mark.
It was a Friday afternoon and I was sitting having a coffee going over a contract that had to get out that night. Loren came in the break room and sat across from me saying hi. I looked at her in the bulging pink blouse that followed the contours of her well developed upper body and thought how those guys must feel because she was dazzling.
"Sue I know we don't know one another that well but I was wondering ...well I heard you were recently divorced and..." She surprised me, she seemed suddenly nervous talking to me.
"Loren, honey what is it do I make you nervous?" I asked smiling at her.
"No not really I didn't want you to take this wrong. I like you and I know you work hard here...I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?"
I looked at her unsure for a moment what "go out" meant and I think it obviously showed on my face.
"Sue I'm asking if you want to go out on a date with me?" she said boldly regaining her self assuredness.
"Oh...a date!" I was the one suddenly feeling a bit blustered.
"I know it might not be your thing but I thought I'd ask." She said beginning to rise from the seat.
"Oh Loren please....don't leave." I giggled a little and smiled at her saying, "I'd love to!"
She sat back down and smiling at me said, "Any chance you're not busy tonight?"
"No plans what did you have in mind?" I asked and knew completely what she had in mind. This was a date not a friendly offer to go stop and have a drink.
"Well a club I belong to is having a theme party from the 70's kind of a disco night. Would you like to go as my date?"
"Sure but what should I wear, I'm not sure I'd have anything that looks all that disco?" I laughed not sure how to dress.
"You know just make it colorful, maybe a nice cocktail dress would work like a disco queen." She offered laughing with me.
"I do have an older red chiffon cocktail dress I have never worn, my ex hated it when I bought it. It might work." I said with renewed excitement.
"Sounds great, how about I pick you up around nine?" she offered.
"Ok, but what are you going to wear?" I inquired.
"It will be a surprise, ok?" She replied with a sassy wink.
I looked at her and thought I would have never figured her for a lesbian.
I went home around six staying over a while to get the contract out, plus the fact I was going on a date with another female didn't help my concentration in the later afternoon.
I showered and went to my closet looking deep in the corner I found the dress. I had loved it at the time I bought it, but never had worn it out. When I modeled it for my ex-husband telling him I was wearing it to the annual summer party at his boss' house he told me I looked like a hooker flaunting my tits in it.
He was right about one thing it was a style to be worn braless and it did show an my huge bundles off quite well. I slipped it on to make sure it still fit. The material felt so good, very sheer and light. Only thing was I thought with a laugh it must have shrunk hanging there over the years the bodice really hugged my heavy fleshy tits much more then I remembered. Still it looked pretty good, even if a bit risky.
I took it off and went in the bathroom and did my dark hair in a Farrah flip looking very 70's. I put on my make-up doing it more then normal I added more eye liner and shadow, with the finishing touch being a deep red shiny lip gloss. Wearing my shower wrap around my waist I went to the kitchen letting my huge tits dance on my chest adding excitement to the idea of my first female date.
I poured a glass of wine and thought about this suddenly thinking it might be a mistake.
I really didn't know Loren all that well, obviously. I also was thinking how this might affect my job if anyone found out.
I mulled this over a bit and put it all in perspective with one thought, you're single, enjoy!
I finished the wine feeling a little glow from it and went to the bedroom and looking in my lingerie drawer found the rest of my outfit, something else I had not worn in years. I pulled out the lacy black garter and found the black sheer nylons I had bought with it still in the package. I put them on and then slipped into a pair of very sheer lacy French cut black panties over looking at myself in the floor length mirror thought about what my ex had said, he was right I had that hooker look, but it could be disco too, and laughed.
I slipped the dress up and adjusted it over my billowing chest my tits were a few years older now but being so full they had just the right sag to them. The dress came to a deep V in the front and back and my cleavage was quite impressive even if I had to admit it myself.
I had the original red thin strapped spiked heels to wear with it. I walked across the room towards the mirror and my heavy boobs shook obscenely yet excitingly in the sheer garment.
I heard the door bell, looking at the clock I thought if that is Loren she was a bit early. I pulled a robe over my outfit not wanting to answer the door to some stranger looking at my overly revealed cleavage. I walked in the front room and peeked out. I smiled seeing Loren was dressed very 70's.
I opened the door and let her in.
"Wow, you look quite the disco...umm King!" I offered looking at my date dressed in an off white three piece suit with her short deep red hair brushed back in a pompadour style. She had gone sparingly with the make-up except her lips were a hot glossy pink.
