Office Taboo

Only one office had lights still on at this hour. The rest of the company had long since gone home on a Friday, but for the young employee the hours drove by with agonizing frustration. Alexa at the age of 18, just graduated from high school and found her first job. She had only been with the company for three months over the summer and would soon start night school to begin her college education along with a full time job. She desperately strives to impress her new boss, Sylvia, but tonight she was struggling with several cost formulas on the computer. It was quarter-end and the deadline to complete the department’s final numbers was tonight.

Alexa had not only been finding herself with a new career but had also been fantasizing with bisexuality. She dated several guys in high school and even engaged in sex, although through her experience, she concluded guys her age were quick, rough, and apathetic towards her sexual needs. She often fantasized how the soft touch of another woman could fulfill her sexual desires. And lately she thought of her new boss, Sylvia.

The executive at 33 years of age was young by company standards. Sylvia was a determined woman, often working long hours and was dedicated to a healthy lifestyle through exercise. With constant exercise Sylvia toned her slender athletic body, fighting family genetics all the way. Strong work ethics and a drive for a healthy body, Sylvia had little time to devote to outside relationships. Office rumors flew that she was a lesbian. However, it could be argued that a lesbian relationship takes more work than a straight relationship; Sylvia acted oblivious of the hearsay and continued her dedicated routine.

It was also the rumors that initially sparked Alexa’s curiosity towards another woman. Alexa naturally was drawn to her boss’s sincere willingness to mentor her and she looked up to her boss’s career success. Alexa’s mind often roamed to Sylvia’s slender body, petite breasts and warm smile and pictured their first lesbian experience at the office. She imagined both of them working late at night and suddenly embracing into a passionate kiss and then being seduced by the older woman. Tonight would have been perfect, except that Alexa didn’t really know if her boss was a lesbian and the fact that a deadline loomed and the stress to complete the spreadsheets stifled her fantasy. “Ugh,” she cried.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Sylvia asked.

“These formulas just aren’t coming out right.”

The two were alone in Sylvia’s office. Alexa was busy working on the computer and Sylvia poured over numbers from piles of paper. Sylvia looked up at Alexa sitting in front of her behind the desk. Her eyes were glued to the monitor and the opportunity presented itself to scan the body of the young graduate. Alexa only 18 years of age showed the fine qualities of youth. Her body was well tanned, her skin was firm and soft, and her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Sylvia stared at her breasts which were slightly larger than her own. Alexa usually wore a push-up bra which only emphasized her shapely breasts. Her young employee was immediately a hit with the guys at the office and she often took note of the whispers, nods and winks from the male clientele as Alexa walked by or out of the room. It was amazing how much guys lusted after her. She also was tantalized by Alexa’s beautiful, curvy body.

Syliva stood up and walked around the desk behind Alexa to take a look at the computer screen. She leaned forward and immediately, a strong passionate desire over came her. She looked down towards Alexa’s cleavage and stared at the soft exposed mounds. The pleasant smell of Alexa’s hair rushed through her body and her body responded in a tingling sensation. Sylvia’s hands began to shake in sexual excitement but she had to contain herself. She placed her hands on Alexa’s shoulders.

Sylvia’s hands shocked Alexa. They were warm and comforting but unexpected and it was Alexa’s turn to feel an unanticipated sensual stimulation. She felt her boss’s hands on her shoulders then felt warm breaths through her hair. She desperately wanted to feel Sylvia’s breath on her neck but dared not move.

“OK, the top numbers seem to be working,” Sylvia pointed out.

“But….,” Alexa tried to interrupt.

“It’s the bottom half the needs some work. You need to try and relax. Take a break and come back to them,” Sylvia instructed.

“OK”

“Close your eyes and relax for a second,” said Sylvia.

Alexa’s body shifted in her chair and Sylvia noticed how much control she seemed to have over her employee. Sylvia again stared down at her employee’s youthful breasts and unconsciously raised her fingers against Alexa’s neck and lightly stroked it with her fingernails, one on each side.

“Relax,” Sylvia whispered.

Alexa felt a flood of emotion and her mind raced with a mixture of thoughts. She was so sexually charged but didn’t know how to react to her boss’s tones. She was confused on how to read Sylvia’s touches. Were they innocent? What was going on? Alexa felt a tingle run from the soft strokes of Sylvia’s fingers from her neck, down her breasts, through her nipples and straight to her pussy. Her lesbian fantasies quickly came to her mind. The fantasies she’s had about her boss as she masturbated alone in her apartment late at night. She tried to relax and fought the temptation to reach under her skirt and touch herself. Alexa concentrated on just relaxing, but the sexual sensations were growing stronger. She wanted to take Sylvia’s hands from her shoulders and place them on her breasts, she wanted to turn around and passionately kiss her boss, she wanted to take off her clothes, she wanted her boss to touch her all over, but instead she tried not to show her heightened sexual state.

Sylvia took a deep breath as she realized her fingers were caressing Alexa’s neck. Syliva knew she had to stop this. She had to keep things professional and besides, Alexa never showed any signs of desiring another woman. It was then that Sylvia noticed Alexa’s nipples harden through her blouse and then her chest began to slowly heave up and down. Sylvia listened as Alexa’s breathing quickened and was noticeably shortened. Her inner self was contemplating what was happening. She wasn’t sure if she was manipulating her young employee.
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Four University Girls

During my second year at university I shared a house with three other girls; Virginia, known by all as Ginny, a slim tall girl, brunette and very outward going; there was Anne, she was the sensible one of the group, very homely, she was quite short but well proportioned and with jet black hair; Lucy was the shy one, but she was the one all the boys fancied, at just under 6 feet tall, with long blonde hair and ample breasts she could easily have been a model; and then there was me of course Jennifer, or Jenny, I have dark hair, I`m fairly slim with 36C breasts. We all got on easily with one another, and it was quite the norm for us to wander around the house semi-naked, we borrowed, when they fitted, each others clothes.

It was a Friday night and we had chosen to have a night in, we got a few bottles of wine, a Chinese takeaway and settled down to watch a film on TV. After the film finished we were all getting quite tipsy. Anne said she was going to bed before she got to drunk, typical Anne. Lucy had another glass of wine before she said she was going to call it a day and she headed slightly unsteadily upstairs to her bedroom.

Ginny and I opened another bottle of wine and tried to find something worth watching on TV. As we flicked through the channels we came across a soft core porn film, we kept it on and ended up giggling at the poor acting. It was pretty tame, no graphic details, just plenty of tits, bottoms, a few pussy`s and even fewer limp cocks.

As we watched, I did find myself becoming slightly aroused, especially when a lesbian scene came on, we had stopped giggling at the film and we both watched intently as two women made love to one another. As they got into a `sixty-nine` I must have let out a slight sigh, Ginny turned to me and asked quite matter of fact if the sight of two women turned me on.

“No.” I told her, lying.

As I spoke to her I noticed that her nipples were hard, quite clear through the material of her T-shirt, she was obviously finding the film quite intriguing as well. We continued watching and as the credits rolled she turned and asked me straight out if I found the film a turn on. I couldn`t lie, she would see right through me, and besides is it wrong to find porn a turn on. I then asked her the same question.

“MMmm just a bit, do you know what turned me on the most though, the lesbian scenes.” She replied.

I agreed commenting that a woman must know how to turn another woman on. I casually glanced over to Ginny, her nipples clearly erect through her T-shirt, and she seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Without any thought, certainly not on my part, we edged together slightly, she looked at me and we slowly brought our lips together, our first kiss was more of a light peck, we stared into each other’s eyes as the kiss became more passionate, my first kiss with another woman. I remember her soft lips, our tongues now exploring each other’s mouths; just thinking about it now makes me shiver with excitement.

As the kiss continued I slowly moved my hands to caress her breasts through her T-shirt, feeling her erect nipples. Ginny, not to be outdone, slid her hands under my T-shirt and gently rubbed my breasts through my bra, and then she lifted my bra over my breasts, giving her unimpeded access to my nipples, her hands started to play with my hard nipples, gently pulling and pinching them. I managed to push my hands up her T-shirt, and played with her breasts through her bra.
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Substitute Seduction

From the moment Gina strutted into the classroom, I knew she would be trouble. I also knew I had to have her.

As it happened, the day I met Gina was my very first day as a substitute teacher. I was to be teaching at St. Vincent’s, which was an all-girls Catholic school. I had been warned that the girls there were famous for being incorrigible teases, who made it their job to create as much sexual tension as possible for any male substitute who was unfortunate enough to be assigned to them. The school had made an effort to correct the situation by hiring only female substitute teachers, but what they didn’t know was that I was bisexual. Not only that, but I have a serious schoolgirl fetish; I love the way they manage to exude such raw sexuality through supposedly demure and proper outfits.

I believe that whoever designed the look of their uniforms was most certainly male. I love the way their crisp, white blouses cling to the curves of their young, perky breasts, and how the bolder temptresses constantly hike up their skirts to reveal more and more of their sexy, smooth legs. And those thigh-highs! I love the contrast between the top of the stocking and the emerging thigh, which provides an enticing clue to what lies just above.

On this particular day, I was dressed in my most “no nonsense” uniform- a perfectly pressed white blouse, black pencil skirt which ended just above my knees, and a pair of low-heeled shoes. My long, wavy brown hair was pulled back into a polished updo, and I wore only the slightest bit of makeup; jet-black eyeliner to make my gray eyes stand out, a touch of blush to give my cheeks slight colour, and pale pink lipstick. I decided against wearing any perfume, and had instead rubbed a feminine rose-scented lotion into my skin after my shower that morning.

As I breezed into the classroom with my black briefcase tucked under my arm, I thought I was ready for anything. I was determined to be entirely professional, as I didn’t want to risk losing my newly-acquired job, especially on my very first day! I knew this would take a great deal of self control, however, because I was assigned to a classroom of girls who were in their last year, i.e. 18 and completely legal. I had to resist temptation.

“Good morning girls, my name is Miss Kay,” I announced, surveying the classroom. I immediately noticed that there was an empty seat. Just as I was about to ask who was missing, an attractive young girl flounced into the room, sat down heavily in her seat, and gave me in haughty look, arms folded across her chest, as if daring me to reprimand her. I rose to the challenge.

“And your name is…?” I asked.

“Gina.”

“Gina, please go to the office and get a late slip.”

“But I’m not late!” she protested, rising from her desk and placing her hands firmly on her hips. There were muffled whispers around the room as the rest of the girls undoubtedly wondered how I was going to handle the unruly student.

“All right then” I countered, “Instead of going to the office and getting a late slip, you can stay for detention with me after school for being late AND giving me attitude.”

The room was silent as the girls eagerly waited for a response. I had put on a fearless face, but I was quaking inside. Not only was this girl unwavering in her effort to challenge my authority, she was absolutely stunning.
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How I Became a Submission Lesbian

My introduction to lesbianism came a few years ago, the summer after my freshman year of college. I am 5’2, 34a, thin, short brown hair and green eyes. My mom’s best friend, Catherine, is very tall, almost 6, long blonde hair she almost always wears up, blue eyes, 36d and a gym hard body.

Catherine is in her early 40s and unmarried. She owns her own real estate company and lives three houses away. I had to go for a job interview for a summer job and had no way to get home. My mom asked Catherine if she’d pick me up from downtown and after the interview, jumped in her car.

Catherine said she wanted to hear about the interview but got a phone call and talked on her cell phone all the way home. She pulled into her driveway and as I headed away, she said “Amy, why don’t you come inside and tell me about how the interview went?”

I followed her inside and she poured us both some wine. Catherine attentively listened and gave me several glasses of wine. Then she said “I’d better stop drinking here or I won’t be able to control myself with you.” What she said hit me like a brick in the gut but I managed to ask “Um, are you gay?” Catherine laughed “Honey, have you EVER seen me with a man? How about you, have you ever been with a woman?”

I told her I’d never even thought about it. She walked right up to me put her hands on both my shoulders and said “Maybe it’s time you did think about it” and leaned forward to kiss me.

It was a wonderful, soft kiss but firm at the same time. I instinctively kissed her back. Soon, she was pushing her tongue into my mouth and both our tongues were dancing. Catherine shocked me though when she reached under my skirt and started reaching under underwear to touch my pussy. The few boys I’d dated were never that bold.

After a minute, she stopped the kiss and pulled back her face from mine and our eyes locked. She kept rubbing up and down my slit and over my clit and I felt powerless to say a word. Catherine finally spoke up. “You’re getting wet. I would like you to come in my bedroom with me”
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My First Massage

I sat in the chair waiting.

My husband had bought me a massage for my birthday, so here I was, but it had been almost half an hour and I was beginning to get irritated. I glanced in the mirror, checking my self out. I had been told the massager here was gorgeous, so I had played up my trim 23yr old body, wearing a fine lace bra and thong pantie set (another birthday present) and had my brown hair done up high. I wore a pair of tight dark grey jeans and a tank top. I may be married but that didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt occasionally

My musing was interrupted by the arrival of my massager. And gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe.. her! A woman, I was surprised. She was beautiful, a fiery red head with the tight blue uniform shirt and skirt. Her breast fairly burst out of her top and her green eyes lingered on me.

“Sorry about the delay uh?” she enquired as she sat down.

“Aurelia, Aurelia Watts” I said, I was unnerved the woman was no older then me, but she had the most penetrating gaze.

“Aurelia,” she said as if tasting every syllable “I am Samantha and we are very sorry and offer a full body massage as compensation. Would that be acceptable?”

I just nodded my head still shaken by her gaze.

“Very well let us begin, if you could please strip off everything except for your panties?” she asked in a completely straight forward tone.

I was a bit surprised by the request, but I began to strip off. But as I removed my top I saw her eyes on me again and immediately felt my nipples harden. I had never really considered another woman before, if anything it had seemed a bit gross but her I was stripping for another woman (If only for a massage and getting turned on). With a sly smile she instructed me lie stomach down on the massage table with my face looking through the small hole in the table.

Not knowing what to expect I almost jumped when she ran her hands over my left foot. With expert skill she began, first with my feet and then slowly moving her hands up my calf muscles. She was indescribable, her hands were like silk, moving and pressing their way up my leg. Her advance did not stop at my knees but carried on up my thighs, inside and out.

I suddenly found my self soaking wet this was unlike anything I had felt before, I was so turned on! I felt a soft hand brush my ass check for an instant. Before she stoped and made her way to my shoulders. I almost shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke my shoulders. Then she bent down and whispered in my ear.

“You have the most amazing legs darling.” Her voice was deep and husky.

I clenched my teeth trying not to respond. This wasn’t right, I wasn’t a lesbian. Her hand slid down my back making circles before she came to my ass again.

“I’m just going to move this for a sec, okay darl?” she asked as her hands hooked under the lace thong, and began moving it with out waiting for a reply. I gave a kind of non committal grunt as I felt the thong pulled down to just below my ass checks.

I then felt the biggest shock of my life. I felt her run her tongue down my ass crack. This was the final straw; I pulled my self up and turned to face her, only to find her only a few inches from my face.
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Proper Southern Belle

Being a rich Georgian socialite, I didn’t have the need to work like the common people of the world. I found myself spending most of my days attending various events like gallery openings and mid-afternoon tea parties, which made my life extremely dull.

One Saturday afternoon my bore of a husband suggested that I go to one of his new business partner’s house for a tea party so I could become acquainted with his wife.

I drove past the iron gates of her driveway to the beautiful plantation mansion with hundred year old willows that lined both sides of the drive. I thought to myself, ‘Another afternoon sipping tea and eating finger sandwiches.’ I wondered how I was going to fake interest in what this old hag had to say for the next three hours. When the door opened, I was truly surprised what I saw.

Alexis was about 24 years old, 10 years my junior, and was wearing a white linen robe. She had curly blond hair, flawless skin, perky breasts and a very petite body that made me a little envious.

I was no slouch myself. With my constant aerobic, 36C chest and the finest plastic surgeons that money could buy, I still had the body that could turn many young men’s heads. But she was all natural and it made me a little mad.

“Hello, you must be Martha?” Alexis asked.

“Yes my dear, I’m Martha. I seem to be a little over dressed for the occasion. Or am I early?” I asked. I was wearing a floral dress that went past my knees and was quite modest.

“No you are on time and, like, I must have totally spaced out telling Bob to have you bring a swimsuit. But no worries I have one that you can wear,” she replied nonchalantly.

Thinking that a proper southern lady doesn’t wear someone else’s clothes, let alone a swimsuit, I quickly changed the topic. “I can tell from your accent you aren’t from Georgia.”

“No, I’m from Cali but I met Bob when he was there for some conference thingy. I was working there as a waitress and when I touched his hand I just knew that our chi matched … so two weeks later here I am.” Alexis rambled on while we stood in the doorway.

At first I thought to myself that this young lady was a complete space cadet, but the more she talked the more I started to like her. She was wild, fun and totally different than all the boring ladies I had been around before.

“Oh, like wow, where are my manners? Would you like to come in?” she finally asked me.

“That would be lovely,” I replied.

Alexis led me through the house and straight to the backyard, forgoing the normally predictable house tour, and took me to a small table by the pool. Once we got there she untied her robe and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a very small blue bikini that barely covered her well-toned tanned body.

“Isn’t this totally bitching?” Alexis asked me.
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The Sales Girl

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies, but as luck would have, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs.

Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

Kathy helped the lady slip off her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman had on a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot, and while Kathy adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasping sound!

Kathy looked up to see if everything was okay, but the woman caught her with a steady gaze, giving her no sign of there being a problem. Kathy made the necessary measurements and announced that she needed to find a 7b in black patent leather pumps.

The lady nodded and Kathy went to the back room to find the pair she needed. When she came back she sat down on the stool in front of the woman and helped her slip it on with a shoe horn, and after working the heal back and forth, the foot finally settled neatly in place. Picking up the other shoe Kathy repeated the process and asked the lady, “How do they feel?”

They feel pretty good, and please call me Carolyn,” answered the older woman. “Well, Carolyn, try walking in them to get a better feel,” said Kathy. Carolyn stood up and walked back and forth on the carpet in front of the chairs and Kathy couldn’t help but notice that for a woman of at least fifty, this woman had a very nice figure. After several moments Carolyn sat back down, but this time her skirt seemed to have slid much farther up her legs giving Kathy a perfect view of the tops of her black stockings!
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The Gift

We met at an office Christmas party. One of those deals in a hotel bar where the employees are busy schmoozing and the spouses are left not knowing what to say to one another. We ended up sitting next to each other at the bar and introduced ourselves. We had a few drinks as we watched others awkwardly figuring out what to do with themselves. We started talking and laughing and having a few more drinks. The bar was getting more crowded and we moved closer together so that our thighs touched and our arms brushed every once in a while. We started talking about things we had never done, like body shots, and she put her hand on my knee. I looked over and said, “I’ve never done that before either.”

We left the bar with our drinks and headed upstairs to my hotel room. We kicked our shoes off and sat down facing each other on the couch and talked some more. After what seemed like an eternity I began to rub my fingers down her arm and she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were so soft and supple as they parted ever so slightly and we tentatively touched tongues, wrapping them around each other. She sucked on my lower lip and I showered her lips with soft nipping kisses. She moved her hands from my shoulders down to surround my tits with her fingers. I could feel her rubbing my nipples, her palms sliding over the silk of my blouse. She leaned down and began to suck my nipples through my shirt. I could feel the dampness of the fabric moving against my skin as I put me hand on the back of her head and held it trying to get her to take more of my nipple into her sweetly sucking lips. I reached down and grabbed her hand and we stood and moved over to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed as I moved back and began to unbutton my shirt letting it fall off my shoulders and drift to the floor. I unhooked my bra and peeled it off slowly letting her eyes feast on my full lush tits. Locking eyes with her, I licked my index finger with the very tip of my tongue and touched my nipples bringing them to hard peaks. I bent down and unzipped my skirt leaving the pink silk panties. I ran my wet fingers down my stomach and between my legs keeping my eyes on her the whole time.
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Still Best Friends

My morning had been crazy, four new cases and I was the only one available to take them. I was beginning to think that the day was never going to end. I listened to an endless amount of griping and bickering, and that was from my colleagues. Some how I thought pro bono work would be more gratifying. I love my work on most levels, but the people I have to deal with, namely the other lawyers, are enough to make you reconsider your career path. I guess the reason why that morning felt like it was dragging was because I had scheduled my afternoon off. My best friend from high school was going to be in town and we were going to get together for lunch. She and I had talked on the phone for the past six years, but never actually got to see each other since graduation. We were both afraid we wouldn’t click like back in the day.

She and I were inseparable back then. Our other friends would pick on us; Siamese twins or lesbians take your pick. We didn’t really mind, as long as we were together. We sit up late at night talking about what it would be like to make out with each other, but neither of us had the balls to actually do it. That thought made me laugh and brought me back to the boring meeting I was in just in time to see everyone looking at me. I had to get out of there! I sank down into my chair and waited for them to carry on. The meeting, which of course was just an excuse to get everyone away from his or her offices to chitchat had lasted a small eternity. Nothing was said of any importance, just a way to waste time.

I got back to my office to find a note on my desk, “Meet Jessica at the Blue Moon Café.” My heart jumped. I knew we were going to get together, but now it was for real, it was on paper!

I got to the café early and got a table facing the door. I wanted to make sure I saw her when she walked in. I didn’t have to wait long. It might have been six years, but she still looked the same, tall, long legged and blonde. She spotted me immediately and walked over. We hugged tightly as we giggled and laughed. It was a bit weird seeing her. We quickly feel into our old routine and gossiped about everything in our lives, leaving no detail out. After we’d both eaten I asked her where she wanted to go for the afternoon. “I wanna see where you work Tracey.” As much as I didn’t want to go back there, I nodded and smiled. “Sure thing hon.”

I walked in and asked Monica, the firm’s secretary, to act as if I’m still out. She smiled and answered yet another phone call. I opened the door to my small office and let Jessica in. “Whoa hon, you’ve moved up in the world haven’t you?” She had to be joking. My office was large enough to fit my desk, 2 chairs opposite the desk, three five drawer filing cabinets and a dark brown couch, which was only in my office because there was nowhere else to put it.
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The Class For Pregnant Women

Bay carefully backed her car into a vacant parking space and then checked to make sure that she had all of her class supplies organized before heading into the building. This was second to last natural child birth class and she wondered why this was a mother only class and all husbands and boyfriends were banned for this particular night. With her huge belly leading the way she waddle up the stairs before making her way to the cafeteria of the old grade school that was being used for evening adult education classes. She was almost to the door when a voice from the far end of the corridor sounded out, “Hey, Bay, wait up and I’ll sit with ya!” Bay turned to see who was calling her name and was happy to see that it was Patti. Bay marveled at how petite Patti still looked even though she was already seven and a half months pregnant. “God, I’ll be so glad when this is all over,” Patti said when she approached Bay, “I feel like such a cow!” “Youuuuuu?!?!” Bay exclaimed. “You’re a string bean compared to me, just look at my boobs, they’re literally bigger than your head!” Patti giggled her infectious laugh and replied, “Well, let’s just say we’re both a little on the hefty side!” Bay nodded her head and led the two of them inside where at least twenty other pregnant women were already sitting down on their mats doing stretching exercises. Up in front of the room Mz. Ellyn Crawford, the teacher of the class, sat going over some papers before she stood up to address the women. “Let me see,” she intoned while scanning the room, “I think we’re all here now!” “Good,” she said while going over and locking the door, “let’s get started!” She returned to the front of the room and went on, “Some of you are probably wondering why we have excluded your husbands and boyfriends from tonight’s class, well there is a perfectly good reason for it!” The room had quieted down the moment Mz. Crawford spoke and everyone waited anxiously to find out what was going on. “Tonight is going to be different than any other phase of our training,” she explained. “There will be a bit of nudity involved with our lesson and I think that having the men in the room would have made some of you very uncomfortable” There was a slight murmur when Ellyn Crawford mentioned the word nudity but everyone sat still waiting for her to explain further.”

“Having a baby is a wonderful experience,” she went on, “but tonight we are going to actually simulate that experience by stripping nude below the waist and having a partner play the doctor or nurse!” The women looked at each other nervously, but when Ellyn Crawford ordered them to pair off they did so without question! Bay and Patti paired up, but even though they had become friendly over the course of the last few months, neither one of them were quite ready for what was going to happen next! “Okay,” Ellyn ordered, “one of you take off your things and lie down on your mat with your legs tucked up to your butt and your legs spread as wide apart as you can get them!” “Geesh,” Patti said nervously, “you wanna go first?” “No, but I will,” Bay replied softly while taking pulling up her loose fitting dress and removing her over sized panties.”
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