Since this is about me, I'll start by telling you a bit about myself.
First the personal stuff: I'm female, thirty two years old. I'm employed as an IT manager in Orlando, Florida, a job I've held for about two years.
I was born in Texas, on or around April 1st. I say "on or around" because nobody knows for sure. I was abandoned by my mother when I was an infant, about a week old, left at a fire station.
I grew up in foster care in Texas. I was lucky. I had only one foster family I remember, a nice man and woman who at any given time had several other children of various ages in their care.
At an early age I discovered I was good in school, which was convenient as my looks (I was rather plain) and size (always the smallest) meant I was ignored by everybody my age. Books became my refuge; I read and studied and classes in school were easy for me. I graduated high school as valedictorian with a full scholarship at age sixteen to Duke University in North Carolina.
Still short (5 foot zero inches), small (105 pounds if I jumped up and down on the scale a bit) with mousy brown hair and glasses and younger than everyone else I was even more ignored in college. Again I turned to my books. I managed to graduate with a BS in Electrical Engineering in four years and a MS a couple of years later.
A couple of months after my 22nd birthday I entered the workforce. My first job was as a programmer for a company in Raleigh, North Carolina. I did ok, started to make a little money. Got an ok apartment, furniture, a not too old used car.
After a bit I'd accumulated some savings. I didn't date or buy expensive clothes or jewelry like so many girls my age. One day I took some of my savings and went and got myself a Lasik operation which corrected my vision to 20-20. I pitched the glasses.
Next I went to a good orthodontist and got braces. They hurt and were a pain and I was older than usual for straightening teeth so it took about two years but eventually the braces came off and I had nice, straight, white teeth.
I was sorta flat chested, about an A-cup, which matched my size. I'd always felt inferior due to my small breasts, so just before the braces came off I got a set of implants. Not huge implants - in fact the doctor had to order them specially. C cups, which on my small body made me look like I had really HUGE boobs.
I stared going to a nice hair salon. They put straightener on my frizzy hair and suggested a color other than mousy brown. They were going for blonde, like about 10,000 other girls at work had, but I had a sudden wild urge and had them do it black, jet black, and leave it long and straight. It hung almost to my waist.
Of course one thing led to another. I had to get new bras as I was now a 34-C and my 32-A bras would have to go in the trash. I went down to Victoria's Secret and had a good old time. In addition to bras I bought panties, slips, camis, even some gowns. Then shoes, several pair. Some skirts and tops and a couple of business suits. I blew a couple of thousand bucks that afternoon.
It felt great.
I'd taken some vacation to get my braces off and have the implant surgery. When it was time to go back I dressed in my new underwear and one of the suits. As soon as I arrived at work I knew things would be different.
The guys couldn't keep their eyes off me, mostly my new chest which was straining against the new bra, cami, shirt, and jacket. I wore pumps with four inch heels - no more flats for me! The little 'click, click' noises they made on the floor made everyone look up when I passed. I loved the attention!
Guys would come by my cube all day and flirt which I'd expected but what I didn't expect was the reaction of the women. I was suddenly accepted by the women; I had a lot of "buddies" in just a week. They'd invite me to lunch and to go to happy hour with them.
Happy hour was a lot of fun too. I'd been a couple of times and generally been ignored, but now with my super boobs I got lots of attention. I found all I needed to do was smile at a man and take a deep breath and he'd be right there buying me drinks and dancing.
I met some nice men. One guy in particular, Bob, kept asking me out, dinner and dancing. I accepted; the first date went pretty well, he wasn't too pushy although he wanted to play with my boobs when he kissed me good night. I let him - after all, he'd sprung for steaks and drinks - but stopped him before he got anything unzipped or unbuttoned.
I had a strange feeling when I told Bob good night went inside my apartment, like I was out of breath. I undressed; I discovered my nipples were all tight and pointed - they looked like little pencil erasers and they hurt a bit, like they were real sensitive. Even my satin Victoria's Secret bra felt uncomfortable. I was glad to have it off.
The real surprise was my panties. I'd been wet before of course, had gotten excited but never like this! At first I was so wet I thought I'd peed. I sat on the pot and peed for real then changed into fresh panties, put on one of my new gowns, and slipped into bed.
I couldn't sleep, kept tossing and turning, remembering Bob's passionate kisses, how he held me close while we danced, how nice his hands felt on my body. I wondered why I'd stopped him - I wouldn't do THAT again - wondered what it'd be like to have him in my bed, on top of me, inside me.
I must have drifted off to sleep after all because about that time I came rather violently. Not my first climax, I'd learned to please myself years ago, but a surprise. I was moaning and thrashing and it just went on and on and on. I could feel myself clenching inside over and over and over.
Panting, I finally came down from the incredible climax. I felt soft and wet. I slipped my hand under my panties; sure enough I was soaked again.
I tried to pull my hand out of my panties but I couldn't. I was rubbing myself, rubbing my clit and couldn't stop! I came again in about a minute, huffing and moaning and I still couldn't stop! Again and again I brought myself off until I couldn't stand it! Finally I had one more gigantic climax thinking of Bob, imagining him inside me taking me holding me down, helpless under his weight, feeling his own orgasm inside me..."Bob, Bob, fuck me!" I screamed as I came, pussy spasming violently, legs thrashing, hips rolling upward.
Finally I stopped cumming and fell asleep suddenly, like I'd been hit over the head with a hammer.
Well, you can probably guess where this is going. Next week Bob and I went out again. I'd decided to fuck him before he even knocked on my door and this time when he kissed me good night I didn't stop him; instead I pulled him inside and let him have his way with me.
I was nervous and didn't know what to do but the wetness came back which was a good thing. It hurt a little and I bled a little and Bob was really surprised to find out I was a virgin at age twenty four. After he got over the shock he was all puffed up and proud of himself and strutted around like the king of the henhouse.
Things went on with Bob for about six months. He learned and I learned that I climax quickly and easily and can have about as many as I want. This (Bob told me) was very unusual. He told me some girls couldn't cum at all - which I had trouble imagining - and others could only have one or two.
