There are too many women living in a sexless marriage... opinion. It doesn't mean the end.
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It was a Sole-Proprietorship business but a girl was added after two years to answer telephones, act as receptionist and file papers. She was only five feet tall, married twelve years and built like a brick shithouse. Maybe her figure is what caused me to hire her although in total honesty it had never crossed my mind except as an afterthought. She'd been available the hours I needed her and had some experience.
My workshop and shipping were located in a large area in back and the place had a shipping dock and tiny front office. There'd been a set of photo sensors installed across the front doorway that sounded an alarm anytime anyone crossed them. There was no way a person could get in without tripping them and so added responsibilities had been given with a slight raise in salary to compensate her for the effort. She was now responsible for shipping and invoice paperwork too and it kept her a bit busier. To give her time out back, the front office hours were shortened and it gave her an hour in the backroom every working day.
A year after she'd started work I began to notice her. She always seemed to smile and yet when her husband was mentioned she seemed to change the subject. She also wore the same outfit every day. It was almost a uniform dress and never seemed to vary. When finally I asked her she told me she had a girlfriend that sold them in packages of five and they were quite durable as well as low-cost. That's when I first noticed there was no zipper or buttons on the dresses. They were one-piece and had a narrow waist below a more than adequate bosom and for some reason I began to wonder how she got the dresses on and off. I could see that she'd never be able to pull the dress down over her hips. It wasn't that her hips were huge because they fit her form perfectly and were quite beautiful.as far as anyone could see but I couldn't see how that narrow waist could ever fit over them.
Also she seemed always to wear a bra and for her size I'd had a thought one day. I wondered if the bra was unfastened, straightened and suspended from one end if the other end would touch the floor and the overall height would be taller than she was. It was a dumb question but occupied my mind just as how she removed that dress did. I tried not to stare at her even though my mind would race with the same two questions. I was certain the bra had clasps at her back and it was that measurement clasp to clasp that seemed longer than five feet. Eventually I'd decided that five feet or sixty inches had to be too large for her bust size and the question was ridiculous although it would be interesting to know how high it would be if suspended that way.
I guess I'd decided her bra size must be at least a forty-two 'D' on the most conservative side. If a few inches were added for the length that held the bra's fasteners then the height of the bra from floor could barely come to her neck.
On slow days I had to force myself to concentrate on other things in the business yet when I saw her they always seemed to force attention back to the same two questions. I began to understand that men like me were completely strange to be preoccupied with such things and yet there was some funny kind of enjoyment at it.
That's when I first began to wonder if gals with full bodies ever feel sorry for other grown women with smaller bust sizes. Do the beautifully endowed ever think "It's okay little girl. Perhaps someday you'll grow into a woman and those things will be the size they should be."?
Again my mind was busy wondering stupid things. Why wasn't I wondering about things like cash flow or sales?
Then too I suppose it was around that time she first appeared so interesting to me as a person. I wondered what her life was all about. Was she happy? What did she and hubby do on weekends for enjoyment?
Although her bra size and personal life during that time frame commanded too much of my attention I can honestly say that sex with her was rarely if ever a topic I dwelled on.
One day we were joking as we worked and she'd asked how I'd originally thought of and developed my business. I tried to explain but it wasn't a very good explanation I suppose and she told me she didn't understand how folks like me came up with ideas for things that managed to be successful.
I thought about that question as we worked and in a moment of insanity I suppose I asked her the question about her dress and how it seemed impossible for her to get into or out of it.
She asked what I meant and I told her I'd noticed there were no buttons or zippers and the waist seemed too small to slip it down over her hips.
She laughed then and asked if I really wanted to know. I did.
She laughed and bent from the waist, grasped the hem of the dress on each side and slipped it upward and over her head. It was that easy and I'd never even thought of raising it over her head. I suppose her bust size had eliminated that from my mental processes and yet as she slid it up over her head I noticed her breasts compress as the waist slipped over them.
She was standing only in bra and panties holding the dress and said "Just like that."
I couldn't speak as I stared at her cleavage and the perfection of her body hidden so well behind that dress all the time she'd worked with me.
"What's the matter?" she said as if she was worried for me and then she slipped the dress back on and approached.
"I'd never even thought of it going over your head." I replied stupidly with my mind still on the perfection of her body. She was very short with perfect hips and bosom that fit her frame exactly as Aphrodite's might it seemed.
She laughed and asked why not.
"I guess because I thought you were so large up there too." I was still in a quandary over what I'd witnessed.
"Well I suppose I am big there too but there's nothing to keep them in position except my bra." and she laughed. "Do you have any more questions?"
I was just becoming aware of the walking coma I seemed to be in and said "Well with my stupidity already showing I guess there was one other thing."
Somehow I was opening up with my stupid thoughts and explained my question about the length of the bra and she laughed again.
"Well I guess I've never been too embarrassed by my body although I've always wondered what it might be like to be taller and more like men wanted but I'm only four feet ten and my bra size is a forty-four double 'D' which makes me feel like a dwarf with too large a bosom. My husband used to like it although in the last few years his tastes have reversed." she said as she worked.
"Maybe I'll check on that height thing tonight and let you know the result in the morning unless you want me to show you right now." she added as a tease. "I'm wearing a forty-six double 'D' right now because when I move around a lot it's more comfortable and I just cinch it up a bit more in back when I slow down."
