( I want to thks to a big friend here , that had the crazy work to translate this story , full of true situations . Well , you did it! TY SO MUCH! )
Damned memories! Sometimes life is a crazy thing, but that is the secret; without an oasis to find the desert would be boring.
It began a few years ago when I finished working at a big car company and was looking for a new job. I was not in a hurry; I was divorced a few years before and for the first time after it I had the possibility to enjoy three months of doing nothing concerning jobs or working, and to relax. I was tired and preparing for new challenges.
One day I was shopping in a big mall nearby, I met a friend from my old work and his wife Lola. They were just going to a movie, but we sat and talked a little. I was not a close friend of Antonio; he was polite and nothing more at work, but enough to make some conversation sometimes. I felt there was something wrong between them; a certain tension and some silences. They were not good, and when his wife went to the toilet, I asked himā¦
"Antony , what's going on?"
"Things are not going wellā¦we have problemsā¦"
But then Lola arrived back and we said goodbye after exchanging our phone numbers.
Two days later I received a call. It was her. In a nervous voice she asked me if we could meet and talk. I was curious, so I agreed.
And that's when it all started...
For the next four days, we met and talked. Lola was not working at the time. She was very unhappy with her life; confused and tired of the marriage routine. She told me that she didn't know if she still loved her husband. She had two little girls, aged about 7 and 3, and was feeling a prisoner of housework, etcetera. I did my best to give her a kind of support and listened carefully to what she wanted to explain me about her and Antony. I tried to give her points of view that could help her, and I talked a lot about my own marriage experiences and divorce. She listened carefully.
Lola is a beautiful woman, around 35; small - 5ft 2in tall - green eyes, beautiful long brown hair, a slim, sexy figure; and gorgeous big breasts. I knew how stunning her breasts were, because during the summer, when I went to a very discrete nudist beach near town with my girl friend, we were walking there when someone called my name. It was Antony, and Lola was with him. They invited us to sit with them, and we spent the rest of the day together. Antony asked me not to tell anyone in the office that I had seen them at a nudist beach, which I promised. They said it was their first time there, and my girl friend and I did our best to make it easy for them. Lola and Antony were already having problems, and it was a try, that day at the beach, to put back some spark between them.
Lola was lovely; with the paler marks where she normally wore a swim suit drawing attention to her ass and breasts; and a little shy too. Her body was very curvaceous. Her ass was not big, although very round and sensual. But was her breasts that hypnotised me - so big on such a little and sweet body, and with incredible nipples. I remember thinking that was like those old postal cards of young African native girls with big and full nipples I used to look at when I was a boy. Lola's aureolas were large, and very prominent, and at their centres were the nipples, large and hard. I had never before seen such breasts, with such incredible nipples. Down below she was hairy, not much, but enough to make some natural cover to her vagina lips. I hardly looked at her there though; I was absolutely seduced by those breasts!
Now, in December, just before Christmas...
We talked; she was fragile and insecure. I tried to not think about her body, but every time we met in the coffee house or took a walk in the beautiful park close by, I couldnĀ“t help looking at her discretely. She didnĀ“t do or try anything to seduce me, just talked about her problems. When I asked her why she chose me, she explainedā¦
"You are always very polite, and I feel you have a mature and sensitive mind. Also, you are divorced, so maybe there are some similar situations you can advise me about. I need someone to trust."
I was proud of that of course. And, feeling that strange"power"of asking anything I wanted, caringly and concerning her situation, I did.
Soon I came to understand her situation better than she did: Lola was sexually lacking, but she didnĀ“t admit it to herself. Being so naĆÆve, and considering her wife and mother status, that lack was making her confused and more lost in her personal life.
Once, when we were walking in the park, we talked directly about sex. She told me she masturbated two times a day, almost every day - that relaxed her. I asked if she had any fantasies when doing it. She told meā¦
"No, but I felt that in my last job, where I worked as a call assistant, men were always trying something because my breasts are big. And being like thisā¦"
She stopped and opened her jacket, pulling back her shoulders to show off her figureā¦
"ā¦they look bigger. In summer, I had to put on a jacket sometimes; it wasn't decent the way they looked at me. That's one reason I gave up the job."
I thought to myself:"what a view you would be in a light summer dress!" but tell herā¦
"Well, I saw you naked before, at the beach, your body is very beautiful, and your breasts are fantastic. It's natural that men look at you."
Lola listened carefully and suddenly askedā¦
"You think my breasts are beautiful?"
"Ohhh yes! Believe me, they are gorgeous; take my word for that!"
She was embarrassedā¦
"But ā¦"
I push her a littleā¦
"Go on, open your mind!"
"Oh wellā¦I think that they are big, but not beautiful. I feel embarrassed withā¦"
Lola's face was was turning red.
"With whatā¦?"
"Ok, I feel embarrassed about their size and my nipples, especially my nipples because they are big. And even with my bra on and a shirt, they are so sensitive they stick out so that everybody can see them! Look! You will understand!"
She opened her jacket again. Lola was right; even under her sweater and shirt, and with a bra on, I could easily discern their size.
"ThatĀ“s why I always wear a parka or a coat, so that I can hide themā¦!"
That view was incredible! I continuedā¦
"But you said they are sensitiveā¦thatĀ“s normal."
"Yes, but I mean very sensitive. Sometimes I masturbate just touching my nipples. After breastfeeding my daughters they are a lot more so. In the last three years it has been a surprise what I have learned about my body. And just thinking of touching them, or for example at work when I felt a co-worker or my supervisor was looking at me enjoying them, makes me feel so edgy. I feel as if I am losing control. I get butterflies in my belly and my nipples become so hard that just the touch of the bra gives me strange sensations; not sexual only, but very embarrassing too. And thatĀ“s one reason I left the job. I know I should have looked at them in the eyes and told them to stop or something like that, but I just couldnĀ“t. And at home, I need to masturbate to relax. I don't fantasise about those men, it was just something that scared me and masturbating is the way for me to exorcise that."
I was completely enthralled by her story, and butterflies were what I was feeling in my stomach, plus I had a big big hard on. It was then that I decided to use that information. My brain was exploding with the effort of working out how to enjoy her body without making her feel guilty or used.
So, over the next days we talked a lot more about what she thought what she could be lacking in self control or self confidence. But things turned to my advantage very quickly early one evening: Lola called me, she was crying, asking if we could meet right away. I was at home, about 7 pm. I asked herā¦
"But is so late, what about Antony?"
"He is travelling. We had a fight on the phone. I told him that I needed to talk with him about starting work again ā you have given me the confidence. But he told me that I was now a mother, full time, and he was working, and he was not prepared to talk about it. He said he was tired, and it's my duty was to stay here and take care of my daughters. And then he hung upā¦
