I found a nice car, with under 100K miles, listed on on the internet for $4000, and I e-mailed the seller to come see it. I got an e-mail from woman named Karla, and she left her cell phone number. When I called Karla, we arranged a convenient time for me to drop by and she gave me her address. The next afternoon, I took the bus over there to her house.
I am in college in Florida and my Dad said that he'd transfer money into my account to cover the cost of the car. My parents are in New Jersey, so I can get a nicer car for the money here where it doesn't snow.
I lost a lot of weight recently. I look pretty good, having lost 25 pounds over spring break. I went back home while everyone else went to Cancun or Key West. Truthfully I don't have many friends here, because I had hung out with my boyfriend too much. Now that we broke up, I am on my own.
When I went up to the door, I was greeted by Karla, who was about my age. She was very nice and friendly. I introduced myself as Janet, realizing that she already had my name through my e-mails.
Since it was a warm Spring day, she came outside without a jacket.
Right away, I noticed how busty she was. Wow! Her huge breasts were barely restrained by a knit shirt and a bra. I wondered whether she wore any underwire. They swayed every step she took. I normally don't stare at women's breast, but she caught me looking, and didn't seem to mind.
I turned with her and she lead me to the driveway so I could look at the car. We circled around the outside of the car, looking for dings or dents. As we strolled around observing the car body, I too became self conscious about my own body. Does my belly look big? Do I still look chubby? Do my average breasts look ok?
I asked her about the mileage and recent repairs. Eventually we began to chit-chat about the weather, and my college. I complained about the lack of any steady boyfriend. We giggled as she dropped the car keys, unlocking the door. She put her hand on my shoulder to steady herself from so much laughter.
I commented that there was a rainbow bumper sticker on the rear of the car. I asked her about it.
"Oh sorry about that," she said. "You know the rainbow signifies, don't you? Well, I could remove it if like. To be honest with you, I am selling the car because my roommate moved out. She was my lover. I have the bumper sticker because I am gay, a lesbian." I stared at her, frozen for an instant by her candor.
She broke the ice when she asked me, "Would you like you to give it a test-drive?"
"The car?" I stammered. We both laughed again at my foolish question.
She giggled and responded, "The car, the lifestyle, whatever you feel comfortable." She stared at my face and stepped closer. She hovered for a second as my eyes went to her breasts, then her face again.