Beautiful Curves
Date: 10.12.2007
Keywords: Curves, Beautiful,
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In hindsight, my divorce, combined with a new start in a new city, had probably left me somewhat emotionally vulnerable by the time I first met Lisa and her husband, Cameron. But whether or not that vulnerability was in some part responsible for the nature of our encounter, I'm not sure. In the end, I'm just glad it happened. It was a beautiful and exotic introduction to a new chapter in my life; a sexual re-awakening that I will always cherish.
Sometimes a single act can change who you are. Ever since last summer, I feel like a different person; a different woman.
Twelve months ago, I walked into an interesting-looking lingerie boutique in an upscale part of the city. Someone had told me it specialized in bras and swimwear for women with a larger bust. I'm twenty-seven years old, 5' 3", with auburn hair and hazel eyes. Though I'm a fairly petite size 6, I wear a 34E (or so I thought) size bra. Being so buxom has its advantages, but an easy to find and attractive selection of bras that fit properly isn't one of them. It's almost impossible to find something pretty in my size. It's either an incredibly matronly support bra, or it's incredibly ugly. Places like Victoria's Secret don't have a single thing for me, and caters to smaller cup sizes.
So it was a thrill to finally find a shop like, 'Le Belle Curve'. I was in heaven the moment I walked in! It had literally dozens of pretty-looking bras in my size, in lovely colours and fabrics. I had three bra and panty sets in hand and was looking around for the change rooms when all of a sudden I heard the loveliest feminine voice.
"Why hello, neighbour," said a woman.
I turned to find a very beautiful, somewhat familiar looking, woman smiling at me.
"I beg your pardon," I replied, sounding slightly puzzled, not sure where I'd seen her before.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that we're neighbours ... I believe you bought the house at the top of my street a few months ago," she said.
Suddenly it clicked; the reason why she looked vaguely familiar. I had seen her on a number of occasions getting into her car and driving away while I tended to my roses.
We shook hands and she introduced herself as Lisa.
"I'm Julia," I countered, smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
She was about my age, possibly slightly older, with gorgeous black hair, flawless white skin and a lovely, curvaceous figure. For some reason, I can't say why, I liked her immediately. Perhaps it was her easy charm, or the warmth of her smile, or her attentive, blue eyes. Either way, we stood there for what seemed like a half an hour chatting and getting acquainted. I knew early on that I'd made a new friend, and it gave me such a nice feeling -- I think must have exuded a happy glow while I stood there talking amiably with her.
She said that she was married, and that she and her husband, Cameron, who was an entertainment lawyer, had been living in their house at the end of my lane for about three years.
It was uncanny how many interests we shared: flowers, books, fashion and fabrics, and, well, big boobs! I assumed her own plight had prompted her to open the store.
By the time we finally stopped talking long enough to realize what time it was, it was closing time. I apologized and started to put the bra sets back on the rack, saying I could come back another time.
"Don't be silly," she said. "It's my store and we're the only ones here. Just let me lock up and I'll let you try on whatever you like."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
I was so excited about finding such a selection; I really did want to try on a few things. I was going through a period where I felt a bit blah, and desperately needed to feel sexy again. The sets I had picked out were quite skimpy and femmy. Since I so rarely had the chance to buy things like that in my size, I was bound and determined to treat myself to a major lingerie (and perhaps even a swimwear) shopping splurge!
Lisa quickly locked the doors, took me by the hand, and led me - loaded down with silky sexy under things - to the change rooms. She was wearing a very tight, very short mini- skirt, and I couldn't help but notice that she had the kind of derriere, not to mention the kind of hippy, sashaying walk, that men adore.
The change room was spacious, with a big wall-size mirror - and for once, lighting that didn't make me look and feel fat and hideous. I stripped off my clothes and slipped on a semi-sheer, stretch mesh bra and panty set in a pretty shade of fuchsia. It was embroidered with a lovely flower motif, and as sheer and skimpy as it was, the bra lifted and supported my big boobs quite well.
"Let's have a look," said Lisa from outside.
I felt a bit shy about stepping out in front of a woman I'd only just met in a set of skimpy underwear, but she made me feel so at ease. I opened the door and emerged, naked except for a few bits of delicate fabric.
"What size is the bra?" she asked.
"34E," I answered.
She took me back in the change room and stood behind me while I faced the mirror. She reached under my arms and began adjusting the bra; her hands brushing against my breasts.
I felt her fingers touch underneath, where some of my breasts were left exposed.
"You see, this shouldn't be happening," she said. "Let me grab a tape measure."
She came back a moment later and measured me around the ribcage.
"27 inches - so add five," she declared. "Just as I thought, you're not a 34. And I'm guessing you're a larger cup size than an 'E', too, judging by the amount of boob that's sticking out underneath." She left and came back with a lacy purple bra and thong.
"Try these on, Julia," she said.
There was an awkward moment while I waited for her to leave so I could change.
"Oh, don't be silly!" she said smiling. "You don't expect me to keep coming and going, do you? We have too many pretty things to try on!"
With that I somewhat sheepishly undid the clasp and removed the bra and peeled off the panties. There I was, standing starkers, in front of a woman I'd only just met. Don't ask me why, but it felt strangely liberating, and, even more strangely, a bit exciting. There was something about Lisa's gaze. She had a playful twinkle in her eye that was so sexy and engaging. I'd never been with a woman before, nor had I been attracted to one in quite that way, but there was definitely some sexual energy in that change room that day. I had to admit - for the first time in my life, I found myself sexually aroused in the presence of a woman. I found her very attractive.
"My store was definitely made for your body," said Lisa. "You and I are that rare exception: relatively petite but very large breasted. You're even bigger than me. You have such lovely breasts - and such large areola."
I was blushing as I stepped into the thong before trying on the bra. It felt very comfortable, and looked incredibly sexy. Lisa again stepped behind me and adjusted the fit. This time, however, she gently cupped my full bosom in her small hands.
"You see," she said, her penetrating eyes looking directly into mine through the mirror's reflection. "Size 32 underneath and 40 inches across the bust: you're a 32G, my dear."
Then I felt her step closer towards me; her own breasts pressing slightly against my bare back. She reached around and adjusted the top of the thong. I could feel her soft black hair fall against my neck.
"I think you look fabulous," she said.
I turned to face her. The air was crackling with sexual energy. I was fairly sure she was feeling some of the same things I was feeing at that moment. She was married, and it didn't feel the slightest bit like a come-on. I didn't feel threatened or put off at all. I really didn't know WHAT to think!
"Thank you," I replied, looking into her eyes.
We spent the next hour in her shop; she assisting, while I tried on everything from bras to bikinis to teddies to pumps. I left poorer in the purse, but elated. Nothing came of our 'moment' that day. Happily, it didn't get in the way of what quickly developed into a wonderful new friendship. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that we became the very best of friends in a very short period of time.
She was so warm and supportive. We would talk on the phone or over cups of tea for HOURS - about everything from gladiolas, to my lingering hurt from my divorce, to our most intimate thoughts about sex. Sometimes, when I would open up about the pain of my divorce, she would hold me and stroke my hair. And it was during those moments that I felt the most wonderful mixture of affection and sexual arousal. My feelings quickly became more and more complex. But I was like a moth to a flame, and could not, WOULD not pull away from Lisa. Happily, she seemed just as loathe to pull back from me.
At some point during those first initial few weeks, I met her husband, Cameron. He seemed her male counterpart in every respect. His quiet charm matched hers. He was also drop dead gorgeous: quite slim; with a chiseled jaw line, big beautiful eyes with long dark lashes, and dark, short-cropped hair. He seemed delighted by his wife's new friendship. His work frequently kept him at the office until late. So he said that he was glad Lisa had someone so close by.
On one such night, when Cameron was working late and I was keeping Lisa company, the topic of our chat turned once again to sex. Lisa started talking about her sex life with Cameron and the two of us ended up having a lovely giggle together -- as women are sometimes want to do when discussing their sex lives. I had none to speak of at that particular moment in time, so I was quite happy to live vicariously through my friend.
"He's quite skilled with his tongue," she said grinning cheekily. "And he can make love for HOURS - sometimes he wears me out!" she laughed. "He found my g-spot one day, and I thought my head was going to pop off like a champagne cork!"
Our laughter eventually trailed off, and the two of us sat there smiling at each other.
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Keywords: Curves, Beautiful,
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