Since I wasn't satisfied with the parts 6 - 8, I've revised them a bit and am now posting them here again. If you have already read this part, you can safely skip it. The changes are not crucial to the story.
I've also decided not to put all the parts in one category, but in that one, where the chapter fits best. However, it can be, that the content of the chapter also fits into another category. Please take note of this, before you rate the content. And I would also appreciate it very much, if you leave me a few comments.
All parts belong together. I recommend to read the story from the beginning.
Thanks a lot to Kenjisato for editing!
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Manuela:
Since Klaus was often on the road for his company, in the field at the moment, he had been given a company car and so, I was able to take his car. It was so old that I couldn't break anything, he says. Ha ha ha, very funny.
Luckily, I had found a parking space on a side street, where the parking meter was not working. But as great as the joy about the cheap parking space was, as great was the shock when I saw a traffic warden standing at my car.
"Why am I getting a ticket now? The parking meter is broken."
"Yes, and you have correctly used a parking disc. But you are only allowed to park here for one hour, and not — four."
The traffic warden answered without looking at me. She finished writing and then turned around. She opened her mouth to say something, but then looked at me silently.
"Were you not on the Wedding Show yesterday?"
"Yes."
She tore up the ticket and held out her hand. "Congratulations. I was so happy for you. You really were the most likeable couple."
"Oh, thank you."
"Tell me. How does that work?"
For the next quarter of an hour, I told her about the recording from several weeks ago. Only then, could I go home. Klaus was gone overnight and I was looking forward to a quiet evening in front of the TV. Then I would watch some porn and masturbate and then have a long beauty sleep.
On the way, however, I discovered a lingerie shop, 'Angie's Body Shop', which I had never noticed before. Finding parking right outside the door, I stopped and went inside. Since two customers were being served, I had enough time to look around in peace. In addition to normal women's underwear, I also found a large selection of sexy lingerie.
"Can I help you?"
I turned to the woman with the beautiful voice.
"Manuela Wagner!"
"Yes?"
"Don't you remember? Claudia Waldens? Grade eight?"
Then I remembered. Claudia, the cutie who gave me wet panties when I was fourteen. We hugged long before we chatted about the last few years. At that time, Claudia had only been in my class for a few months and then went to France with her parents.
"I saw you on the Wedding Show yesterday. God, you were great. Tell me a little."
For the hundredth time, I talked about the show. When I was done and Claudia had no more questions, it was already six o'clock.
"Wait, I'm just locking up!"
Claudia lowered the blinds in front of the entrance and locked the door. We were then completely undisturbed and no one could see us.
"What can I do for you? Are you looking for something hot for your sweetie?"
"Actually, I'm not looking for anything special. I just saw the store and wanted to take a look around."
"Stay here and don't move. I already know what you need."
Claudia scurried through the store for a few minutes, and came back with some lingerie.
"Can I try these on?"
"Of course, don't hesitate. Undress right here. Nobody can see inside."
I stripped down to panties and bra.
"Come on, down with it. These things only work on bare skin."
I took off my underwear and quickly slipped into a rather opaque babydoll. Claudia got a mirror and put it in front of me. I looked at myself from all sides and had to admit that Claudia had a good eye for it. It fit like a glove and looked great. Then she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders.
"You look terrific. Come try this on."
She held out a wafer-thin something that was open in the most important places. While I was changing, Claudia watched me unashamedly. Then she stood in front of me, straightened the top so the openings lined up properly over the nipples, and then knelt down to adjust the panties, as well. She accidentally touched my labia a few times through the open panties. She stood up again, then put her arms around me and hugged me.
"Oh Manu, you're so incredibly beautiful. You wouldn't believe how much I envy you."
"Oh come on. You look at least as good. You have a beautiful face, a great figure and nice big breasts."
"It's all just fake. I find myself incredibly ugly, naked."
"Don't talk nonsense. I don't believe you."
"Honestly. Even my doctor has to stop himself from laughing."
"I certainly don't believe THAT. But if you look so terrible, then let me see."
"No, I don't want you to laugh at me."
"I won't laugh at you. Big princess word of honor!"
Out of nowhere, our old girls' oath came back to me. As a contrast to the Indian word of honor of the boys.
Claudia had to laugh now, too, but kept holding on to me. I gently pushed her away from me.
"I! Will! Not! Laugh!"
I slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't resist, but she didn't help me, either. So it took a few minutes, until she finally stood in front of me in her underwear.
"I'm sorry, honey, but even now, all I see is a beautiful woman."
A few tears ran down her face. I actually wanted to undress her further, so I took her in my arms and held her tightly.
"May I undress you further?"
Claudia:
I didn't know what was happening to me. I could no longer follow the whole situation and just reacted.
I automatically nodded my head. She undid the front clasp of my bra and removed it. Then, she knew why I was so ashamed, but she didn't think it was a bad thing. On the contrary, she found them fascinatingly beautiful.
"Claudia, they're great!"
Very gently, she stroked my udders. They're not exactly small, but they hung down quite a bit. The areolas were extremely large and took up almost half of my breasts. In addition, my stomach wasn't really flat and toned and my buttocks and thighs were too big.
With my face red and my eyes downcast, I slipped out of my panties and stood in front of her with my legs pressed together.
"Please, please don't run away now. I'm so ashamed."
I turned sideways, squeezed my breasts a little and squirted milk in a high arc onto the floor.
Manu watched me doing it, then took my shoulders and pushed me in front of the mirror.
"So, my darling, and what's the problem now? You're a won-der-ful beautiful woman."
"What's the problem? My tits are all the way down, my stomach is too big, my ass and my thighs, too. I have a fat scar on my stomach, and I feel like a high-performance cow, that's how much milk I give every day. I've been on a few dates, but if the kid hadn't scared them off, it was when they saw me."
I could not hold back anymore. I turned around, hugged her neck and really started to cry. She held me and waited for me to calm down after a while.
