My name is Becky. I am a 35 year old housewife with 2 kids in school and a husband that works long hours, often 6 or 7 days a week. I have a fairly regular routine for mornings that takes care of the housework, shopping, etc. and frequently leaves me with time on my hands from before noon 'till four thirty or so. I find various ways to spend those few hours. I often engage myself in some unplanned, sexually related activity. I am 5 foot five, weigh about 110 pounds, and my measurements are 36/26/37. I am rather small boned, and my breasts are firm but not large; I wear a size 36B bra. I am told that I am a very nice (and in the appropriate company, "sexy") looking lady, in spite of my small breasts. In any case that is the way I feel, and I'll bet I enjoy my breasts as much as anybody else can enjoy theirs!
A few months ago, at about one thirty on a weekday afternoon, I was at home alone, had just taken a shower, and was trying to decide what I would do for the afternoon. I was dressed in panties, no bra, a light dress, and slippers with no stockings. As I headed for the kitchen to get myself a glass of wine cooler, the doorbell rang and I found a very beautiful young lady, perhaps 28, at the door who said that her name was Annie, and that she was doing a survey of housewives' preferences for magazines. She was carrying a large bag filled with magazines. She was far too warmly dressed for the Florida climate, and was noticably uncomfortable as a result. I told her my name was Becky and asked her in. I suggested that she remove her jacket. I told her that I had just started to the refrigerator to get some wine cooler and asked if she would join me.
She was very pleased by the offer and said "I'd be delighted, Becky".
"Do you have a favorite flavor?" I asked, " I have several in the refrigerator".
"Yes, I love peach flavor if you have it".
I was sure I had a bottle or two in the fridge and went to prepare our drinks. When I returned, she had removed her light jacket, revealing a very firm and shapely pair of breasts in a thin blouse and no bra. Her nipples and even areolas were protruding and well defined. I imagined that they were beautiful. I was so impressed that I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. I am sure that she noticed and seemed to be pleased. She made a few little moves to accentuate their profile, and then moved toward a large divan. She asked if we might sit there for the interview. I nodded and she seated herself, motioning me to sit next to her on her right, which I did. She sipped her drink and complimented me on its quality. She then embarrassed me by telling me that she thought that I was a very lovely lady. She started into the questionaire that she brought. I was not very interested in the survey but I found myself very interested in her and anxious to get to know her better. She asked about some old magazines, such as LOOK, the original Saturday Evening Post, etc. which neither of us knew much about, and eventually got around to Cosmopolitan and Red Book.
It was not long thereafter that I realized that we were talking about sexually oriented magazines, and admitting that we read such magazines frequently. Seemingly unconsiously, she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. I noticed, but said nothing. I slowly untied a small bow at my neckline that let my dress fall open showing some cleavage. Neither of us seemed uncomfortable with the situation and we continued talking about the contents of magazines and the types of articles that we liked. I did not feel embarrassed to talk of sexually explicit magazines, including Playboy, Playgirl and Penthouse. She said that she read them as well as Club and a few others. She told me that two of her favorite magazines were Forum and Variations, where explicit letters were published. As we continued our conversation, we eventually got to discussing the topics of articles that we like to read. I hesitated in the discussion while I tried to decide whether I dare tell her what I really liked. "Becky, I hope you don't think too badly of me, but I look for letters and photographic articles that deal with lesbian topics," she said and then seemed a little embarrassed.
"Oh, Annie, honey, so do I," I reassured her. I placed my left hand on my left knee, next to her right knee and slowly moved it up my thigh, pulling my dress up with it. She seemed to notice, and leaned toward me, allowing her blouse to open enough for me to see one areola and nipple. It seemed to me to be more erect and protruding than when she came in. I was suddenly aware that my breathing was getting heavier, my nipples were getting hard and I was getting aroused. I realized how badly that I wanted to have a sexual affair with this beautiful lady and decided to try to feel her out as to her willingness. I knew that I would have to make love to her if at all possible! Almost as if reading my mind, she stopped talking; we looked into each others eyes and I thrilled at what I sensed. I placed a hand on her left shoulder and turned her gently to face me more squarely. She responded by placing her right hand on my bare thigh. With that movement, I knew there was no opposition, just a minor quandary as to how to start.
I slowly reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse. She placed her hands on my breasts, caressing them thru my dress. I was so aroused that I moaned a little and suddenly put my arms around her and planted my lips on hers for a very long and erotic kiss. Our tongues jabbed and probed into each others mouths and traced each others lips. We continued kissing for several minutes, while I squeezed and kneaded her bare breasts, and she did the same to my right breast with a hand placed thru my untied dress top. I suddenly stood, took her by the hand and hurriedly headed for the bedroom.
When we got there she asked if she might get into the shower and freshen up a bit. I was delighted that she was concerned and I led her toward the bed to undress. I removed her blouse and then her skirt. I sat her on the bed and removed her shoes and stockings. I then had her stand while I helped her remove her panties. I was overwhelmed by her beauty and sexuality, and we embraced and kissed again. She lifted my dress over my head and off and then stood behind me and gently reached around me to place a hand beneath each of my breasts. Her breasts against my back and her hands on my tits really turned me on. I decided that we'd better act quickly if she was going to get to the shower and I turned around and told her that I'd be ready for her when she got out. She hurried to the shower and adjusted the temperature to suit her. I watched as she closed the shower door, then suddenly felt very lonely.
Almost as if in answer to my thoughts, she opened the door and asked, "Becky, won't you please join me?"
"Oh, yes, yes honey, I'd love to," I replied.
I was in a frenzy to get my panties and slippers off and get into the shower with her. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I lifted and caressed them and leaned over to kiss one of her nipples. She told me that she loved my touch and loved to touch me. I assured her that the feelings were mutual. I placed my left hand low on her back and moved it downward over her ass while my right hand held her left breast. I ran my tongue around her nipple. She put her hands under my tits and lifted and squeezed them. I loved it and was intent on bringing her as much pleasure as I knew that she would bring me. Her head went back and her breasts with hard areolas and nipples stood out beauti- fully. She began to quiver slightly each time I moved my tongue around her nipple and then over it. I caressed and lightly squeezed each breast with my hand and circled her nipples gently with my tongue, first the left then the right. She moaned softly and wiggled her ass as I massaged it. I suddenly wanted her on the bed, where I could concentrate on her delightful body, and she on mine. I could hardly wait!
"Annie, baby, I want you on my bed, I want to do things with you," I told her.
