Hi, my name is Katya Owen-Streeter. That simply indicates that my parents were not married. Indeed I have hardly any memory of my Father at all, as he deserted my Mother when I was young, though he had to pay maintenance for me. I was brought up by my Mother who never recovered emotionally from the pain of her loss and I derived from her something of an aversion to men. I never felt completely at home in male company. I also inherited from her a rather prudish attitude towards sex in general, though as I grew up I found that was at odds with other feelings and emotions I experienced.
My home town was in the industrial West Midlands, that highly urbanised region stretching from Wolverhampton through Birmingham to Coventry. Mother had a small but successful business making jewellery so we were not poor and I was privately educated. I went to one of the local Universities and on graduation with a degree in Contour Fashion I had to think about a career. I could have gone into my Mother`s business, but I wanted something different.
I had chosen Contour fashion as a degree course because though I was not overly keen on men I had to admit that I did find women`s bodies to be a fascinating shape. However, I did not at the time make a connection between my lack of interest in men and my fascination with the female body.
I`d had a few sexual encounters with men while I was a student, but they were never very satisfactory, and I found it exceptionally hard to reach a climax while being fucked by a man. I put that down to the emotional inheritance I had from my Mother and my unease when in male company.
Not that I did not receive male attention--I did. I am quite tall, almost five feet ten inches. I have long chestnut hair which comes down to my waist when I let it loose, I have a thirty eight inch bust and a shapely arse with long legs. I have always kept myself trim and take care of my appearance. So it was no real surprise that student males came after me, but from a sexual point of view they did little or nothing for me.
On graduation I had to think about a career. I was very keen to pursue something which would allow me to develop the skills I had acquired on my degree course. I wanted to design and create swimwear and underwear for women, so I needed some way of getting into the fashion industry.
Fortunately we had a local modelling school, Midland Models Agency, which had a good reputation for training young women to be clothing models at a number of levels from clothing catalogues upwards, even to haute couture. I decided to enroll for a six month course. My Mother generously paid for that, and provided accommodation for me in a flat over the shop she had as an outlet for her business.
The course concentrated initially on issues such as make up, hair styling deportment and finding the best styles to wear. I felt very comfortable because this was a course run by women for women and the environment was exclusively female.
Though the students were from a variety of backgrounds few had any higher education experience, and so I was a little unusual in that respect. However, that did not prevent me from becoming quite friendly with a local girl named Olive. She had left school at eighteen with minimal qualifications and had done a variety of dead end jobs in offices and factories. At the age of twenty-one she had decided to do something about her life and, knowing she had a good face and figure, had invested her meagre savings in the course.
Olive was a pretty girl with blonde hair, lovely blue eyes, a slightly turned up nose and a cupid`s bow mouth. I guessed she was about five feet six inches tall and that her measurements were in the region of thirty six, twenty six, thirty seven as she had a rather fine backside which wiggled as she walked.
After the basics I mentioned earlier the course focussed on the actual modelling of garments, how to show them off and how to parade on a cat walk. The garments modelled included swim wear and underwear. These were items with which I was familiar from my degree course and were the real reason I had enrolled on my present course. I wanted to see how these items could be better designed for more comfortable every day wear.
I also had to admit that I enjoyed showing my self off in skimpy attire with only women present. I also relished seeing Olive parading around with her characteristic bum wiggle. Indeed I enjoyed that so much that alone in my bed at night I began to have fantasies about Olive. I overcame my prudish inhibitions and indulged my thoughts and desires by masturbation.
It gradually dawned on me that the reason I was not keen on men was not my Mother`s emotional legacy but was rather my sexuality. I had to find out more about myself, and decided that I should have exploratory conversations in between classes with Olive who had always been quite free in talking about her life in general and her sex life in particular.
I started to ask her, in a very general way about her life and activities, and then honed in on the issue of boyfriends, She was refreshingly candid in her answers. "I`ve told you already, Katya, that I have fucked a fair few men since I was eighteen, mostly one night stands, pick ups at night clubs as well. I like a nice length of cock in my cunt, But if you`re interested, I like girls as well."
I was quite taken aback on hearing that, and stuttered out, "I`m sorry I did not mean to pry into your private life to that extent."
"There`s no need to be embarrassed, Katya," Olive replied. "I like sex. I like it with blokes and with women. You`d be surprised at some of the "Alley Cat" behaviour you can find in factories. There are married women who aren`t getting enough from their husbands who are more than ready to have a bit of "all girls together" fun in the loos. A quick drop of the knickers and then a nice finger fuck. Women are much more likely in my experience to be bi-sexual than blokes, and I see nothing wrong in that--enjoy life while you can--you`re a long time dead.
I recognise by the way you have been eyeing me up in the underwear and swimwear sessions that you fancy me. Well, that`s OK. Shall we go for a meal and a drink when classes end? Then you can come back to my place. It`s not much, but it`s clean and warm, and just big enough for a double bed in the sleeping quarters."
This was an invitation I could not refuse. I was fascinated by Olive`s body as well as the answers she had given to my questions. Here was I, a very middle class girl University educated and with a career path in mind and yet Olive, who, from her accent, was clearly a working class woman, had a degree of experience of sex and the world I could only imagine.
We enjoyed a Chinese meal in a restaurant close to the Agency premises and then walked the short way to Olive`s flat which was the downstairs of a Victorian terraced house. As she had said it wasn`t much, but it was indeed clean and warm enough.
Once we were inside we made our way to the bedroom where Olive was again very frank with me.
"You may wonder how I have got this place and how I pay for the course. I wasn`t telling the whole truth about investing my savings to pay for the course. My fees and the rent and upkeep of this flat are paid for by my last employer. I suppose he`s my sugar daddy. He is a middle aged bloke whose wife "doesn`t understand him,"--you know the old, old story. Fortunately his sexual demands are very simple. He likes me to suck him off, that`s all.
He never stays here, but he visits me once a week--tells his wife he`s out on a night with the boys. It started when I was quite new to working for this chap. He and his wife run a motor repair and car dealership, and most of the employees are male. I got a job as a sort of clerk and "Girl Friday." I knew that it was because he fancied me as there were other better qualified applicants who were interviewed with me, but I had the best body.
What he doesn`t know is that I am fucking his wife as well. She knows very well what I do for him as I am only the latest in a series of "little friends" he`s had. She puts up with it because they have a nice home in a salubrious suburb and they have lovely holidays. But he does not satisfy her in bed--he cannot keep it hard without it being sucked. So quite early on in my employment she told me she knew what was going on but that she would turn a blind eye to it provided I was "good" to her, and she has been generous with me. We get together at weekends when he is off playing golf."
I had never heard anyone talk so freely and frankly about a most intimate part of their lives. This amazement must have shown on my face because Olive went on to explain her motivation.
